Chapter 316: Crunchy
Chapter 316: Crunchy
“Sneaking around—I bet this guy’s the fat one’s accomplice!”
Before Master Sun could speak, Old Ma jumped forward. He hadn’t cared earlier, but now that this stranger appeared out of nowhere, wasn’t this his chance to shine?
“Why are you on the mountain? Don’t you know everyone has to queue to climb?!”
Zuo Meng glanced at Old Ma, making him shiver.
What kind of terrifying gaze was that?!
Though scared, Old Ma craved recognition. After years lingering on the Murong family’s fringes, he knew opportunities were rare. Couldn’t he see Master Sun watching him now? Seize this moment, rise to glory! Swallowing his fear, Old Ma pointed at Zuo Meng and shouted,
“Just a lunatic! Master Sun, I think we should—”
Crunch!!
A pitch-black mouth erupted from the ground like a shark breaching water, biting off Old Ma’s upper half. Blood sprayed everywhere, cutting off his words mid-sentence…
“Crunchy.”
More inky liquid oozed forth, coalescing into a dog-shaped blob. If not for the blood dripping from its jaws, it could’ve passed for a stray. This was Silly Dog, who’d rushed back after escorting Yu Mo to Linmu City.
Anomalies moved fast.
An… anomaly?!
The crowd and Master Sun’s group scrambled back. Those farther away missed the details, but the nearby witnesses froze as if plunged into ice, limbs trembling.
“Master, was I cool just now?”
Silly Dog had likely trailed Zuo Meng since before the mountain climb. At Zuo Meng’s current power, little escaped his notice. The dog probably hid to avoid bothering him.
“Quiet.”
Zuo Meng’s cold glance made the smug dog flinch. It instantly adopted a groveling pose, tail wagging frantically.
“Controlling anomalies? What’s your tie to the Yan family?”
Master Sun spoke now.
As a black-robed Murong relative, he knew more than outsiders.
The Murong hunt for Fat Guy Yan Kuan wasn’t about laws or grudges—it was about his method to fuse anomalies. Master Sun had dismissed the rumors until seeing this dog.
‘Get that technique, gift it to Uncle…’
Master Sun’s pulse quickened.
His uncle headed the Murong family, father of their genius Murong Wenbo.
“Control anomalies? Yan family.”
Zuo Meng pieced it together instantly.
The Murongs coveted Yan family research. He’d noted their engineered eyeball at the exhibition. Their later downfall surely connected to it. Now the Murongs chased Yan Kuan to loot his secrets—like vultures circling a collapsed lab.
“Visiting the Murongs means you want something.”
Master Sun narrowed his eyes.
Whether this man knew Yan Kuan or not, Master Sun needed him. That anomaly-control tech was his ticket to power. Though his mother was Murong royalty, his foreign father meant he bore no Murong name—barely clinging to black-robed status thanks to his uncle. Once the uncle retired, he’d be demoted to blue robes, exiled to the lower slopes. Unthinkable.
But beyond personal stakes, Yan Kuan’s tech held strategic value.
Since Zuo Meng’s “Book of Becoming a God” spread, top factions publicly condemned it while secretly practicing it. Early chapters were manageable, but higher tiers demanded impossible energy sources—burning anomalies for evolution. Yet anomalies couldn’t be captured or killed, only repelled. Common sense, like how humans can’t catch earthquakes.
This impossibility made the book heretical. Then Yan family’s breakthrough emerged.
Anomaly crafting!
Their tech became the missing key—oil to the book’s engine. Like oil-rich weak nations, the Yan family drew predators. In the Transcendent Realm’s lawless wilds, such power didn’t belong to minor noble families. After power games, the Yans fell.
Only Yan Kuan escaped, branded a “food spirit user.”
“I’m here for someone.”
Zuo Meng smiled at Master Sun’s confident face.
“A guest seeking someone is the Murongs’ friend.” Master Sun beamed, Old Ma already forgotten.
Just another dead lackey—replaceable.
“Anomalies are dangers best left to us. Hand yours over for safekeeping…”
Mature anomaly products were priceless. The Yan family’s eyeball had sparked their destruction. This dog was a free prize. Unnoticed by Master Sun, Silly Dog’s eyes glinted murderously. Without Zuo Meng’s earlier scolding, the young master would’ve joined Old Ma in two pieces.