Chapter Seventeen

  The snake meat on the fire began to turn yellow, and the snake oil sizzled out and dripped onto the fire, releasing a strong fragrance that wafted into the air. At the same time, the snake stew in the large pot also started to bubble and emit another wave of aroma.

  Zhou Bofu was already drooling, anyway he wasn't afraid of being scalded, so he grabbed a snake segment and started devouring it with gusto. He ate with relish. Then he stretched out his paw to grab a wooden stake, and in three or five strokes, he carved out a large spoon. He began to scoop up the soup and drink it. After a long while, he let out a satisfied sigh. "It's been ages since I've had cooked food... Hmm... actually, I haven't had any since crossing over. This snake meat is indeed delicious! Nine infants must have gotten it right, that meat is really tasty! From now on, we should take good care of the nine infant tribe."

  Just as he was enjoying his meal, Zhou Bofu suddenly felt the presence of several powerful individuals approaching from afar. They moved quickly, and in just a short while, several strange creatures appeared within his line of sight.

  Those monsters have the lower body of a tiger or leopard, but the upper body is that of a robust and powerful man. Their entire body is covered in tiger and leopard stripes. They often hold large bone clubs and wooden bows with long spears, basically they are half-human beasts.

  Zhou Bofu stared at those half-human beasts, and saw that the half-beast with the largest build opened its mouth and spoke: "You, you demon bird, quickly offer this delicious food to Grandfather, and I'll spare your life!"

  Zhou Bofu was delighted and said: "I'm eating by myself, what's it to you? If you want to eat, go catch some yourself!"

  "You little monster, don't you know that we, the witch tribe's grandfathers, will eat your flesh and if you resist, we'll burn you to ashes and devour you! Hmm? This bird looks quite plump and tender, it's suitable for our young ones to play with."

  "Hah, Wu Zu?! How dare you!! Let's fight!" Zhou Bofu didn't say much either and directly charged forward.

  The witch tribe was also good at fighting, and the witch who had been beaten to death rushed forward with a big bone stick, while other witches came up close to fight, some holding wooden bows trying to shoot from a distance.

  The witch tribe was indeed powerful, with a hard body and their own divine power. These witches were from the southern Zhu Rong lineage, born to be masters of fire control. Every attack they made was accompanied by blazing flames. The bone club and wooden staff looked simple, but in reality, they were tempered by the witches' daily practice of their innate divine power, making them a treasure. When the club hit Zhou Bo's body, sparks flew everywhere, several times sending him stumbling backward. He had never suffered such a great loss before. However, when his claws grasped the witch's body, he could only scratch out blood marks, unable to penetrate his strength into her.

  Zhou Bofu was furious and didn't care about anything else, so he started brushing up the five-colored divine light. The witch tribe were just ordinary witches, relying on their numbers to temporarily suppress Zhou Bofu. Now that Zhou Bofu had brought out his true skills, how could those guys withstand it? They immediately let out a fart and fell apart.

  Zhou Bofu saw several corpses of witches, grabbed a thigh and threw it into his mouth, chewing "Bah, the meat is not good to eat if it's a bit rough."

  After finishing the nine infants, Zhou Bofu began to carefully think about the news of the past few days. "From the demonic power and strong aura felt from the front, it seems that this world is also a Xian Xia world. And then there's the nine infants that I just ate, the witch tribe that was just killed by me, and that pillar-shaped mountain peak that can be seen at the edge of the sky... That must be the Kunlun Mountains. This world is 99% likely to be the Honghuang World... A world where quasi-saints roam everywhere, and the Great Luo is not as good as a dog in the Honghuang World."

  And then a surge of excitement came, the methods and paths to enhance one's power here are endless, those great abilities seen in the past can now be experienced personally, it's truly exciting to the point of trembling.

  He looked back at himself, and said that with his current abilities - just like the legendary peacock, he could absorb all living things within tens of miles with a single breath on top of a mountain... But what's the point? There's no fun in fighting at all.

  Zhou Bofu made a decision, from now on he would try not to use the Five-Colored Divine Light, and instead fight with his own demonic powers, thoroughly enjoying the thrill of battle. This way, he could also improve his combat skills and deepen his cultivation. As for his goal... it was set: advancing towards Mount Buzhou!

  From then on, his life became simple - fighting, cultivating, eating. Every time he came to a place with abundant spiritual energy, he would close up and cultivate, and when he came out of cultivation, he would go around fighting, and those who were easily defeated by him would be eaten, while the strong ones would be spared, even if they were defeated, he wouldn't eat them.

  One day, he fought a fierce battle with Ling Jun in the Ninth Heaven and killed him instantly. "This bird can't fight, but it tastes good."

  One day, Bi Fang was killed by Zhang Shan at Chapter Mountain. "Pfft, this firebird is actually just burnt chicken meat!"

  One day, hunted a deer in a certain forest. "Delicious, delicious!"

  One day, I saw a bird in the sky, and as soon as I saw it, I knew it was a waterbird that didn't like to fight. "I'll spare your life."

  One day, he met Zhu Yan, and they fought for a whole day and night. Zhu Yan pulled out the mountain to fight, but couldn't win, so Zhu Yan fled. "This white-headed red monkey is really good at fighting, what a great guy."

  One day, caught a turtledove, ate it.

  One day, Lian Zhan defeated the Hu and Di tribes, but let them escape because of their bravery.

  One day, he killed a poor man by a certain river and killed another man on a certain mountain, without having eaten.

  One day, he rushed into Leize and fought against the Great Witch Lei Shen and his tribe. He beheaded eleven witch generals in a row. The Great Witch Lei Shen was enraged and joined forces with Ba Fu to fight him fiercely for several days. Surrounded by the Great Witch Lei Shen and other witch generals, he retreated under the protection of the five-colored divine light.

  Another day, he fought with the tribe of Kua Fu, killed several giants, and knocked down Kua Fu who fled.

  Thousands of years have passed, and the Not Weekly Mountain is still far away in the sky. Zhou Bofu's magical powers have made great progress over the thousands of years, and he has already become a powerful demon. His fighting skills are extremely pure and unmatched. Over the years, he spent nine-tenths of his time cultivating, and only one-tenth on fighting and eating. In his daily life, he was extremely bored, so he used the "Re-Dreaming Technique" to recall his memories of watching movies, reading books, listening to music, and experimenting with combat techniques from the past.

  On this day, he was flying above the mountains. Suddenly, a breath of air from thousands of miles away locked onto him. Zhou Bofu was also a good fighter, seeing prey and rejoicing in his heart, flew towards the place where the breath of air came from. The breath of air was also rapidly approaching, soon they saw each other.

  Only to see that person, beast head and human body, two ears pierced with two fire snakes, feet treading on two fire dragons, whole body covered in fiery red scales. The strength of the sorcery emanating from his body was unprecedented in Zhou Bosi's lifetime, and there was also a contained fire energy that was being held back.

  That witch also saw a large bird in front of her, with a dragon's head and an eagle's mouth. On its head was a crown-like flame-shaped crest, its body was a dark green metallic color, with white-brown brocade patterns on its back, and its wings were the same, with two claws. Its hind legs were strong and slender, with retractable sharp claws. Its tail had extremely long sword-shaped feathers, in five colors, of utmost magnificence.

  Zhou Bofu saw that the witch was in such a state and his heart was alert, he opened his mouth and asked: "The ancestor of fire, the witch, Zhu Rong?!"

  "Exactly! Are you Zhou Bofu?!" That was Zhu Rong's response, because when Zhou Bofu fought, he was usually only referred to by his name "Bofu".

  The two men didn't say much, Zhu Rong drew out his Flame Blade and charged forward with a slash, while Zhou Boshi also launched his Five-Colored Divine Light at the same time, the divine light coming down like a heavy mountain.

  Two of them started without probing, and directly began to bombard each other fiercely. Zhu Rong activated his fire control power, and the surrounding thousand miles instantly turned into a purgatory, with everything within a hundred miles being affected by the residual waves of Zhu Rong's power, turning it into a lake of molten lava. Zhu Rong's knives were imbued with fierce flames, while Zhou Bofu didn't care about him, only focusing on pouring in the two great divine lights of gold and water to collide with Zhu Rong's flame knife.

  After all, Zhu Rong's magical powers and combat skills are far superior to Zhou Bofu. As the ancestor of fire, Zhu Rong has long been famous in the vast wilderness, with a cultivation period that is also extremely long. His battle experience is measured in thousands of years, and his personality is as fierce as fire. Without further ado, he directly slashed down with one knife, and Zhou Bofu also condensed his demonic powers, causing his wings to shake violently upwards. Who would have thought that Zhu Rong would loosen his grip on the knife, allowing Zhou Bofu to strike it with his magical artifact, rendering it dull and powerless, suffering a huge loss? With both fists carrying boundless power and infinite fire energy, he charged towards Zhou Bofu's ribs.

  Zhou Bofu gritted his teeth and poured all the demonic energy in his body into his wings, unleashing a full-power slash of golden and watery divine light at Zhu Rong's back. With a loud "Boom!", the flames on the mountain hundreds of miles below were instantly flattened by the shockwave, and the lava lake was even more violently blown away to reveal its bottom. Zhou Bofu's body let out a cracking sound as several ribs broke, his meridians severely injured, and two fist-sized areas on his chest had ruthless fire energy surging into his body, rampaging wildly within him. His mouth also spat out large amounts of blood, already heavily wounded. Yet he didn't care about aggravating his injuries, forcibly activating the five-colored divine light to transform into a five-colored radiance that rapidly fled the scene.

  On the other side, Zhu Rong was also unbearable. The two claw marks on his back had broken two of Zhu Rong's ribs, and the power of gold and water had taken advantage of the situation to attack, destroying Zhu Rong's flames step by step. Zhu Rong had no time to stop Zhou Bofu's escape, but instead focused on suppressing the raging power of gold and water within his body. After a long time, Zhu Rong finally spat out a mouthful of flame essence mixed with sharp ice blocks, which fell into the lava lake below. In an instant, it connected the bottom of the lava lake to the underground meridian, causing flames to erupt upwards, turning the area into a giant active volcano. Zhu Rong stood in mid-air above the volcano for a long time, confirming that he could no longer track Zhou Bofu's whereabouts. He shook his head and left.

  The fight between the two men had just begun, and thousands of miles away, many reckless gossip gods came to watch the fight. The battle lasted only for a moment, Zhu Rong won slightly and Zhou Bofu lost, but Zhou Bofu was not dead, and he also injured Zhu Rong. However, within a few years, Zhou Bofu's name "Fierce Bird" also flourished in the southern part of Mount Bu Zhou.

  Zhou Bofu fled with all his might, despite being injured. In an instant, he had flown over nearly ten thousand miles away and felt that Zhu Rong could no longer catch up to him. With a final burst of energy, he crashed headfirst into the mountain below, causing it to collapse and burying himself under the rubble. Zhou Bofu hid at the foot of the mountain to nurse his wounds, and this convalescence lasted for a thousand years.

  This day, Zhou Bofu finally recovered from his injuries and gained a good advantage. After the Zhu Rong fire was dissolved, he merged his own yin and yang fires, and from then on, the fire element in the five-color divine light was supplemented. From then on, it became the Li Ding divine light. Not only that, but the fire element was also perfected, and the other four elements were also easier to cultivate. Zhou Bofu spent several thousand years cultivating the four-element divine light to perfection. From now on, the pre-heavenly five-color divine light is complete, and when he meets Zhu Rong again, he will not be defeated. For a thousand years, Zhou Bofu thought back to that year's battle and realized that Zhu Rong had looked down on him at the time and had not used the full power of the Wu tribe's ancestor witch, which was why he could escape. It was indeed lucky, but "now I'm not afraid of him!"

  Zhou Bofu's divine light had reached great completion, yet he still hadn't transformed into a physical form. In his heart, he also felt extremely helpless, so he could only wander about in all directions, hoping to stumble upon an opportunity.