My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 375 - 151: The Disciple who fools all beings! Mouse God’s Highlight Moment (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 375: Chapter 151: The Disciple who fools all beings! Mouse God’s Highlight Moment (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Daylight broke, the eternal sun just rose, and golden brilliance tore through the nightfall.

The Wilderness should have been the end of the dark creatures’ riotous feast, but at this moment, it transformed into powerful figures steering their pet beasts, flying through the sky, running on the ground, burrowing from underground, and so on...

The lowest were all Golden Intermediate Level, with quite a few having undergone Spiritual Metamorphosis. They emitted a formidable aura, making the demons cower with fear, afraid of bumping into these great existences lest they be slapped to death.

Though their methods varied, they all shared a common destination...

This was none other than the Eco-Mysteryland known as the Nest of Corruption. It was an isolated space situated hundreds of kilometers west of Abyss City.

Composed of environments such as dense forests, swamps, streams, etc., it appeared no different from other ecological secret realms, but it was inhabited by a unique creature known as the Corrupt Venomous Bee.

A hive creature resembling a calf in size with a dark-green exterior, its tail was shaped like an inverted triangle and contained a deadly venom. As was customary among insect species, they enjoyed a communal lifestyle, raised and ruled by a queen bee.

Despite their monstrous looks, they weren’t simply carnivorous creatures like wasps. They harvested honey.

Only, what they gathered was not from all kinds of flowers, but...

Decaying blood and flesh!

Like vultures, they had a unique preference for the rotten flesh and blood of creatures. Through a long proboscis that was soft, jointed, covered in fine hairs, and had lips at the front, they used their racial skill, the Kiss of Miasma, to extract a unique "Blood Honey" from the decaying flesh full of bacteria.

This special "Blood Honey" would mix with a secretion from the bee’s upper jaw gland—miasma-transforming enzymes—as it was sucked into the honey sac. The enchanted blend would brew the nectar repeatedly and fan it continuously to evaporate the water content, accelerating the conversion and concentration until the honey was completely mature.

And this "honey" turned into a special super product—Corrupted Blood Honey—after being processed by worker bees.

It contained extreme toxicity, which humans could not consume, but it could enhance the toxicity power of venomous pet beasts. It could also be used to concoct some special elixirs to dispel curses of rot and poison.

In this gathering process, the bee swarm would release large amounts of miasma. Over time, it enveloped the entire mysteryland, creating a unique miasma ecology. Besides the bee swarm, all other beings who entered would have their vitality eroded by the miasma. Only those whose attributes were venomous or miasmic could survive within.

Due to the long period of existence, combined with the erosion of miasma, the massive bee swarm, and its harsh environment, large numbers of aberrant creatures with imbalanced spiritual energy began to appear, making exploration of the region extremely difficult and preventing deep research.

Alliance researchers could only speculate the formation of this secret realm and link it to the ancestors of the Corrupt Venomous Bees or some powerful miasmic life form.

Adding to its characteristic of repelling those at Morning Star Level, it was ranked as a four-star mysteryland.

And according to the information sold by Gary Smith, the location of the Spirit Raising Tree was right within this mysteryland.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

On the land, a huge Golden Armored Baboon was running towards them. Every step it took left behind an enormous footprint, causing the stones to jump all around. It seemed like a fully powered armored truck, crushing everything in its path.

Several insignificant demons who did not have time to avoid it—these mischievous beings liked to attack merchant teams in the wilderness causing problems—were trampled into a puddle of meat sauce without any resistance.

"Roar!"

The Golden Armored Baboon pounded its chest, the thumping against the golden armor echoing like a drum roll, an unrivaled drama.

Philip Morgan, clad in white, stood at the top of the Golden Armored Baboon. The wind blew and ruffled his clothes, radiating the demeanor of an expert as he indifferently proclaimed,

"See that? This is the power of the Golden Armored Baboon after it undertook Spiritual Metamorphosis. If it steps into Morning Star Level, a single punch could demolish a small hill. Any of its peers that come close could only take its attacks. If it can continuously devour high-level mines, it may even have the chance to become the legendary apex level beast of Monarchs—Behemoth of the Earth.

Even if that’s not feasible, my researched Spiritual Puzzle ’Mountain Shifting Strongman’ could continually be perfected to become a ’Mountain Moving Giant Spirit’. Theoretically, it has the potential to mow down everything."

Bob Chandler, standing behind him, curiously asked, hearing his father’s grandiose words,

"Could it beat Gary Smith?"

"..."

Philip Morgan’s expression darkened. Couldn’t he avoid the one topic that irked?

Don’t force me to slap you on such a splendid day!

Ever since he had almost favored his newly born over his offspring last time, he had started a plan to cultivate his alternative account. After experiencing the days soaked with goji berries in a thermos flask for half a month, he suddenly felt...

This son of his could still be redeemed!

Although his second child did not make it, Philip Morgan achieved a breakthrough in determination, and the bottleneck that had troubled him for over a decade was pierced effortlessly. Then, he used the Primitive Copper he had obtained long ago to ascend his spirit, becoming a master who underwent Spiritual Metamorphosis.

After receiving the invitation letter of Joy Street, Philip Morgan, being a proper gentleman, was definitely uninterested in the female demons, succubi, mountain demonesses, mermaids, etc. inside it.

Of course, he had never heard of them!

He just grudgingly decided to have a look for the sake of broadening his son’s horizons and went to partake in the conclusive Conch Trading Conference, where he bought the information about the Primitive Rising Spirit Tree.

He had also witnessed Gary Smith’s performance, turning pitfalls into money-making methods. The BeastMaster, who was substantially stronger than him, was trampled underfoot, making and taking hundreds of thousands at each turn.