Clan Cultivation: Starting from Beast Taming

After a heated competition, the final transaction price of the "Heavenly Spirit Order" indeed settled at fifty-five hundred Spirit Coins.

It was still insufficient to buy a single Foundation Establishment Pill.

And with the sale of this item, the underground auction also came to an end.

Therefore, after the exchange of money and goods, the auctioneer on stage clasped his hands towards the audience below and said, "The auction has now ended, thank you for gracing us with your presence, Fellow Daoists. Please, continue to leave in an orderly fashion as arranged."
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As his words fell, one of the three auction house cultivators on stage, who had been silent throughout, stood up and announced, "Those Fellow Daoists who have won treasures, please come with me to leave first."

Hearing his words, Zhou Jiarui hurriedly pulled Zhou Chun to join them.

"We are together."

When the masked cultivator's scrutinizing gaze fell on Zhou Chun, Zhou Jiarui explained with a grave voice.

Then, the person no longer lingered on their gaze.

In this manner, over thirty cultivators who had secured treasures left the Underground Cave Hall ahead of the rest.

Upon their exit from the Underground Cave Hall, the black tower ship was still waiting.

Everyone then boarded, and the black tower ship carried them away from the auction site once more.

Only this time, the black tower ship didn't take everyone to Ingot Peak or any other designated meeting point.

Instead, every sixty breaths en route, a person was let off the ship to depart.

This way, in only a quarter-hour, all the people on the ship were dispersed.

Indeed, dispersed.

When Zhou Chun and Zhou Jiarui left the cabin, they found themselves high above the ground, a thousand zhang in the sky.

Before they could properly survey the area below, an indifferent voice rang in their ears, urging them to get off the ship quickly.

With no other choice, Zhou Jiarui had to grab Zhou Chun and leap off the ship without hesitation.

Once off the tower ship, it was Zhou Jiarui who took the lead to fly them towards the ground using controlled Qi flight.

Looking up as they descended, they saw the flying tower ship pull away at an incredible speed, disappearing from its original position as fast as a supersonic plane from Zhou Chun's previous life.

By their reckoning, they were now twenty or thirty li away from the last cultivator who disembarked.

And the cultivators who left after them likely landed another twenty or thirty li away.

"Let's not rush to fly away just yet. First, let's move around in these woods and try to figure out where we are."

In the forest, after Zhou Jiarui and Zhou Chun landed, Zhou Jiarui quietly shared his plan.

As the lead of this trip, Zhou Chun naturally wouldn't object.

He immediately responded, "I have no objections, Uncle Eleven. I will follow your lead."

So, the two of them activated the Hidden Cicada Breathing Technique to conceal their presence and swiftly moved through the forest together.

However, they hadn't covered twenty li when the piercing sound of swift flight came from afar, reaching their ears.

Something was happening!

The uncle and nephew's expressions changed, and they quickly halted, placing their hands on their Storage Pouches to ensure that they could retrieve their Magic Artifacts in an instant if needed.

It wasn't long before Zhou Jiarui's expression darkened as he said, "They are coming for us."

Without further delay, he reached for a Spirit Beast Pouch at his waist, took it in hand, and also summoned a greenish-black wooden Magic Artifact to hover in front of him.

Seeing this, Zhou Chun also quickly pulled out his Golden Scale Shield for protection and cast the Five Elements Spiritual Armor Technique to give himself an additional layer of defense.

He knew, though, that if the approaching figure really was an enemy, they were likely a Cultivator of the Foundation Establishment Stage, and all his defenses would merely serve as a small comfort.

As expected, the protective measures had barely been established when a cultivator wearing a monkey-faced mask appeared overhead, riding a Flying Sword Talisman.

After halting two to three hundred zhang up in the air, the masked cultivator looked down imposingly and declared, "Hand over the Spirit Ascension Fruit, and you shall be spared."

It was him!

Recognizing the masked cultivator, Zhou Chun and Zhou Jiarui immediately identified him as the one who had previously competed with them for the Spirit Ascension Fruit.

Unexpectedly, the man had located them so quickly.

"That's right, I remember the very first second-grade lower-tier Talisman Instrument was also bought by him!"

Zhou Chun suddenly recalled something crucial, instantly understanding how the man had found them so quickly.

Meanwhile, seeing that they did not respond, the masked figure seemed to have no patience to wait longer and coldly declared, "It seems you do not intend to willingly hand over what's yours. Well then, let me retrieve it myself!"

However, just at that moment, Zhou Jiarui suddenly flicked the Spirit Beast Pouch in his hand, releasing the Spirit Beast within.

With a flash of firelight, an awe-inspiring fiery-red jackal appeared on the ground.

"Fire Divine Jackal, kill him!"

A low command issued from Zhou Jiarui's mouth, and the freshly released fiery-red jackal, enveloped in blazing flames, lunged directly at the man in the sky.

Taken aback by this sudden turn of events, the airborne cultivator paused.

Then, with a tone full of surprise and fury, he shouted, "A third-tier Demon Beast, Fire Divine Jackal—You are from the Spirit Beast Zhou Family!"

From his tone, it was clear he knew of the Zhou Family and recognized the Fire Divine Jackal, a third-tier Demon Beast that had made a prior appearance.

Unfortunately for him, it was all too late.

Even if he revealed his identity now and claimed it was all a misunderstanding, Zhou Jiarui would not cease his attack.

The Fire Divine Jackal was bathed in wild flames, not resorting to any powerful Spells, simply relentlessly striking at the man.