Chapter 81: Slaying the Froststorm Bear

The greatest merit belonged to the Sage of Medicine, known equally as the Judge of Life and Death: Beiming Xi. Her mastery in medicine was unparalleled, and none could match her skill with poisons. She, too, possessed a Golden Silkworm, though hers had eight wings.

She first sealed the venom of the malicious silkworm, then crafted massive quantities of antidote powder, dispersing it across the star domain to dissolve the poisonous miasma the silkworm had released. Only then could they approach the creature; it took nine attempts to finally slay the Golden Silkworm, and each of them suffered grievous wounds in the process.

Yet with Beiming Xi, the Sage of Medicine, among them, their injuries were of little concern.

In the end, the corpse of the Golden Silkworm was given to Beiming Xi’s own silkworm to devour and grow stronger. Before he died, Beiming Xi’s silkworm had already reached twelve wings, its power at the level of a true deity. Beiming Xi had become one of the most formidable and untouchable beings in the entire Galaxy Universe.

When he had his accident, Beiming Xi, Ximen Jianchen, Baxia, and Han Muzi had all ventured together to explore the galaxy's greatest forbidden ground. Otherwise, he firmly believed that Qin Long would never have dared to make a move against him—Qin Long simply would not have risked it.

Now, the creature in his hand was merely an Ice Silkworm, which would have to undergo nine rounds of evolution before becoming a Golden Silkworm.

In truth, the names “Ice Silkworm” and “Golden Silkworm” merely reflected its stage; with each transformation, it shed all previous cultivation, spinning a cocoon outside itself for protection during metamorphosis.

Yet, in appearance, it resembled a small snake—white as snow in the Ice Silkworm stage, and gleaming gold as a Golden Silkworm. Because it had wings, some in the Galaxy Universe called it a Golden-Winged Snake, with the number of wings denoting its stage—for instance, Eight-Winged Golden-Winged Snake.

Of course, Lin Fan had no intention of calling it that; it was unworthy of the title! For one, even after its rebirth, its body remained snow white—it had not yet completed nine cycles to turn gold, so how could it be called a Golden-Winged Snake? Furthermore, Lin Fan decided to give it a proper name, for when he drew out its essence blood, he had already formed a contract with the Ice Silkworm.

True, he took advantage of the Ice Silkworm’s slumber and rebirth—perhaps it was somewhat opportunistic—but the silkworm had, after all, absorbed Lin Fan’s own fortune right under his nose!

Since it had delivered itself to his door, how could Lin Fan let the chance slip by? One must understand, an Ice Silkworm was exceedingly rare; there might not be more than a handful across an entire universe. This creature was a rare gift of heaven and earth—across his previous life of ten thousand years, Lin Fan had only ever encountered two.

Now that the contract was signed, while it might not count as his pet, it was certainly his companion. Much like a soldier training with a military dog, this was a partner to fight alongside in the future—one couldn’t simply call it “dog,” after all!

He hadn’t yet chosen a name, but with his experience raising pets in his past life, that would be no difficulty. He’d named them everything from Little Black to Big Yellow, Two-Dog, Three-Donkey... Names were never a problem!

At that moment, the Ice Silkworm, cocooned and deep in nirvana, shivered inexplicably, nearly interrupting its own evolution.

The Ice Silkworm: “???”

It could not comprehend what had just happened, but from this day onward, its tragic fate as a silkworm had only just begun...!

A thunderous roar shook the ground, snapping Lin Fan from his thoughts. Glancing at the now-withered Meridian Lotus, he curled his lips into a bright, sunny smile.

“You’re back so quickly? I’ve only just arrived, and you’ve already returned?”

His smile faded into a more restrained line, and he murmured, “If you returned so soon, you must be badly wounded.”

He hadn’t forgotten how he’d almost died under a bear’s paw. If the Frostfury Bear had been even a little later in returning, he might have considered fighting it head-on.

After all, the longer the bear stayed away, the lighter its injuries would be, meaning it had dispatched the Blizzard Tiger within the bounds of its endurance. But now, with the tiger’s jaws still at the bear’s throat and the bear returning in such haste, its wounds could hardly be minor.

“I’ll take your core as a gift for the little one!” Lin Fan sneered, utterly unhurried.

His wounds were nearly healed. Killing a severely wounded Frostfury Bear—one struggling to muster even the strength of a Meridian level, perhaps on the brink of death—would be almost laughably easy.

He didn’t move, waiting for the bear to enter. He had every advantage: time, place, and position.

This cave was seventy or eighty meters high and fifty or sixty meters wide—a resting place for the Frostfury Bear’s massive form. But for it to attack Lin Fan with all its might here was impossible.

It was as if you, standing 1.8 meters tall and 1.5 meters wide, tried to hunt a mouse-sized creature in a cave four meters high and two wide. Could you move freely? Of course not! Any stretch of the arm would hit the walls; any attempt to build up speed would be thwarted by the need to turn. There was no space for full strength.

But this “mouse” possessed attack power no less than your own...

What would the outcome be?!

So Lin Fan remained still, waiting for the Frostfury Bear’s arrival. The ground trembled more violently, his smile growing ever brighter.

Finally, the bear’s massive form burst into view—charging at Lin Fan on all fours, its eyes bloodshot, fur matted with blood, a river of crimson flowing from its throat, the wound so deep that its blood ran like a stream.

The earth shook with its charge; boulders fell from the cave ceiling, struck loose by the bear’s bulk and wild rush, only to be sent flying by its powerful body.

“Perfect!” Lin Fan shouted, gripping the Shattering God Crossbow—when he had drawn it, none could say—firing at the bear.

Arrows screamed through the air like black lightning, loosing at the bear in rapid succession.

Each black arrow, like a venomous snake, flew toward the charging beast. They weren’t shot at once, but arrived nearly simultaneously before the Frostfury Bear.

With a roar, the bear swung its paw at the arrows. In its centuries of life, it had seen countless such attacks—none had ever wounded it.

But a series of explosions rang out; the force of the blasts halted the bear in its tracks, and the paw that had swatted at the arrows was now torn and bloody.

Howling in pain, the bear summoned a hundred icy spikes, each riding a deadly gale, and hurled them at Lin Fan.

“If I’d seen you at your peak, I’d have turned and left immediately. But now...” Lin Fan’s eyes flashed with a piercing light. “You should die here.”

As the words fell, his form vanished from where he'd stood—hundreds of icy spikes missed their mark. In the next instant, he appeared above the bear’s head.

No one knew when his blade, Thousandfold Snow, had leapt from its sheath. The snowy blade traced a perfect arc with his wrist.

The tip angled downward.

Lin Fan grasped the hilt with both hands, body half-crouched. With a sudden drop, he drove the blade downward.

A sickening sound, like steel piercing flesh—the razor edge of Thousandfold Snow sank to the hilt into the bear’s skull. The beast froze, stunned.

Then Lin Fan pressed down with both feet atop the bear’s head, straightening from his crouch.

With a wet sound, he ripped the blade free, holding it in a reverse grip at his right shoulder, the edge up, the tip forward. Hot blood sprayed across his face.

Thousandfold Snow’s blade remained pristine, not a drop of blood clinging to it. Before it slid back into its scabbard, for a fleeting moment the blurred image of a great white bear seemed to shimmer along the steel—but Lin Fan’s speed was too swift, and the sword was sheathed with a ringing note.

The Frostfury Bear’s corpse crashed to the ground, blood pouring from its wound. Lin Fan leapt lightly down and strode toward the Blizzard Tiger’s corpse.

He was certain—the bear had returned so quickly, it hadn’t had time to carve out the Blizzard Tiger’s core.

He didn’t know which number rebirth the Ice Silkworm was undergoing, but only after nine could it become a Golden Silkworm. Each required tremendous energy—core, flesh, or other treasures of heaven and earth, all would be needed.

With two fourth-tier beast cores and corpses at hand, none could be wasted.

Wait—!

Lin Fan halted, as if recalling something. There was yet another thing that could bear miraculous fruit if fed enough flesh and blood.

Stepping forward again, he continued into the distance...

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