ebookslot Chapter 511 - 384: Spring Begins
Chapter 511 - 384: Spring Begins
Several days passed like this, and the heavy snow outside still showed no sign of stopping—instead, it was falling even harder.
This kind of weather is a real torment for ordinary beastmen.
But for Luna and her seven beast husbands, it turned out to be a perfect opportunity to focus and cultivate.
With the mountains blocked by snow, the beastmen and females in the tribe huddled up indoors, not daring to step outside.
Only a few beastmen showed up occasionally to shovel the snow.
During this period, Luna gradually racked up another 1235 faith points, all provided by beastmen and females from various tribes.
Among them, the Old Priest from the Deer Tribe alone contributed nearly 300 faith points.
"What’s going on?"
One day while adding wood to the fire, she couldn’t resist asking the system.
The system immediately popped up: "The Old Priest of the Deer Tribe has been holed up in his stone hut all day, eating braised meat and muttering nonstop about being grateful to the Beast God Envoy for teaching them cooking. Now the whole Deer Tribe is using stone pots to stew meat, and the well-off families are using clay pots. Everyone’s eating delicious, steaming food during the snow season and living much better, so naturally, they all feel grateful to you."
Hearing this, Luna couldn’t help but laugh out loud: "But I wasn’t the one who taught them—the tribe’s females did!"
The system snickered, "Host, you didn’t teach them directly, but the Wolf Tribe’s females are all your trainees. Now the whole Lower Domain is spreading rumors—’Wolf Tribe’s females are clever and skilled at cooking, all learned from the Beast God Envoy.’ So this gratitude, of course, gets attributed to you."
"So I’m basically the ’famous teacher with brilliant disciples,’ huh?"
Her lips twitched; suddenly reminded of something, she raised her eyebrows: "Wait, what’s with the Old Priest’s 300 faith points? That old man isn’t worshipping me as the Beast God, is he?"
She pictured the Old Priest of the Deer Tribe in her mind—his old face barely had two teeth left, she wondered how he usually managed to eat.
"No, not that."
The system got to this point and couldn’t help but burst out laughing: "But every time before he eats, he holds up his bowl of meat and shouts, ’Thank the Beast God Envoy for bestowing delicious food,’ like he’s chanting a spell—three times a day, never misses."
Luna nearly laughed herself silly, just imagining the scene—it had to look absolutely ridiculous.
When she first transmigrated here, she simply thought eating grilled meat every day was too greasy, plus she was seriously constipated, so she wanted to switch things up.
Then she cooked what she liked, using memory from her past life.
The tribe’s females were drawn over by the aroma, thought it was tasty, and all wanted to learn from her.
She was too embarrassed to refuse, so she just casually taught them.
She never expected that it would become a source of faith points someday.
"Hey, System, how many faith points do I have right now?"
She was too lazy to check herself, so she just asked the system.
The system replied almost instantly: "Current faith points are 1312. Host, want to spend some now?"
"Yeah."
Luna nodded slightly, thinking about her seven beast husbands, all secluded in their rooms, cultivating.
Based on their monstrous cultivation speed, at the latest by next spring, they should all be breaking through Foundation Establishment.
The Jinghong Sword Technique she previously purchased could be copied for them to practice.
It’s attribute-free, so any Spirit Root works for cultivation.
But without a suitable flying sword, that’d be no good—each of them needs at least one.
After all, a flying sword is also a badge of Foundation Establishment Cultivators.
"System, do you have any affordable flying sword bundle deals?"
She couldn’t be bothered to go page by page, so she just asked directly.
The system heard she was shopping, called her a spendthrift on the surface, but instantly popped up a glittering promo window.
"Ding! Though you’re a spendthrift, Host, these are essentials. Our system is proud to launch ’Foundation Establishment Cultivator’s Ultimate Flying Sword Family Bucket’—originally 2100 faith points, now just 1100. Don’t miss out when passing by!"
Luna felt her vision flash, and suddenly an ad appeared in front of her—the so-called promo window from the damn system.
It said the Family Bucket contained:
Ordinary Low-Grade Flying Sword x7 (choose from seven basic colors, comes with uniform sword sheaths and sword bags)
Basic Sword Control Technique (replica edition, not the original Jade Scroll)
Flying Sword Maintenance Guide (Beast Skin Scroll edition)
Luna: "..."
Her lips twitched hard a few times, inwardly speechless: "System, the flying swords in your so-called ’Ultimate Family Bucket’—they’re exactly the same as those ’Ordinary Low-Grade’ swords I bought before for 300 faith points, buy-one-get-three, right? Seven basic colors, what are you, putting together a rainbow? And this technique, a replica? Maintenance guide on beast skin scrolls? Can you be any lazier?"
And original price of 2100, now only 1100—this marketing made it sound like they were bleeding themselves dry.
But she was clear in her heart, the flying swords in the ’Ultimate Family Bucket’ weren’t much better than those buy-one-get-three deals.
They’re all ordinary low-grade flying swords, just a few more colors.
At most worth 700 faith points—anything more, she’d consider overpriced.
The system smiled awkwardly: "Host truly has sharp eyes. How about this—888 faith points for lucky numbers, and I’ll throw in seven sword tassels as a bonus."
Luna rolled her eyes: "700. Take it or leave it."
"Deal."
The system replied instantly, afraid she’d change her mind: "Ding, 700 faith points deducted, remaining 612."
Suddenly, seven flying swords in different colors appeared before her, neatly stashed in a beast skin sword bag.
"Damn system, you were waiting for me to haggle, weren’t you?"
She immediately caught on, annoyed to the point of gnashing her teeth.
The system played dead and stayed silent.
Luna got even more annoyed, secretly cursing again: damn system.
Then she examined each flying sword—found their quality way lower than her own top-grade Green Frost Sword.
But hey, you get what you pay for.
Even if the quality’s average, they’re still magic artifact flying swords—way better than any weapon made from iron.
Seven colors total, no attribute attached.
She planned to give the silver one to Corbin Crowley, the black to Rhys Blackwood, white to Kian Sterling, green to Zeke Veridian, purple to Malachi Arcanus, red to Soren Phoenix, and gold for Mael Valerius.
She imagined the seven beast husbands soaring about on flying swords—her lips couldn’t help but curl up into a smile.
When the snow season ends, they should all be breaking through Foundation Establishment, and she’ll have them train with the Jinghong Sword Technique.
But Kian Sterling is a bit tricky.
He’s the weakest—he’s only at the Qi Refining Eleventh Level—so expecting him to break through Foundation Establishment in just one snow season might be hard.
Luna remembered she still had 612 faith points, and thought about buying him a Pei Yuan Pill.
faith points each—not expensive.
But if she bought one just for him, what about Corbin Crowley, Rhys Blackwood, Zeke Veridian, Malachi Arcanus, Soren Phoenix, and Mael Valerius?
They’re all her beast husbands—she can’t favor one over the others, or people will accuse her of favoritism.
If it causes conflict, that’d be bad.
She couldn’t just prefer Kian Sterling because he’s weaker.
That wouldn’t be fair to the other beast husbands.
After much consideration—
Luna finally decided not to buy the Pei Yuan Pill for now.
She comforted herself—she’d buy one for each of them once she had more faith points, so nobody could claim favoritism.
And Kian Sterling is a Ten-Tailed Celestial Fox—his talent is great. As long as he keeps cultivating, he’ll catch up sooner or later.
Thinking this, she felt much better.
The snow season lasted a full four months; as the ice melted and life returned, everywhere became vibrant again.
Luna stood in the courtyard, stretched lazily, savoring the freshness and vitality in the air—she looked incredibly content.
The snow season ended, spring was here.
The tribe’s beastmen all poured outside, getting busy again.
Some worked, some hunted, some stretched their legs, and after months of quiet, the tribe was bustling once more.
Corbin Crowley, Rhys Blackwood, Zeke Veridian, Malachi Arcanus, Soren Phoenix, and Mael Valerius all broke through to Foundation Establishment one after another.
Kian Sterling, although not at Foundation Establishment just yet, had reached the peak of Qi Refining Twelfth Level—just half a step away from Foundation Establishment.
It’s not that his talent is worse; his starting point was just lower.
When he got the demon scroll and converted all his beastman power into cultivation, he was only at Qi Refining Ninth Level.
For him to reach half-step Foundation Establishment in such a short time was honestly pretty extraordinary.
But he himself wasn’t satisfied—in fact, not breaking through left him somewhat gloomy.
Luna noticed, and felt he was too impatient—his mentality was off.
Seeing him standing in the courtyard lost in thought, she walked over and deliberately bumped his shoulder, "What are you thinking about, so deep in thought?"
Kian Sterling snapped back, glanced sideways at her, and forced a smile: "Luna, what brings you outside?"
"Got something good for you."
She conjured a snowy-white flying sword and a beast skin scroll, "Here—a flying sword and the Jinghong Sword Technique. You can use them once you reach Foundation Establishment."
Kian Sterling took the sword and scroll, a bit self-deprecating: "I haven’t reached Foundation Establishment yet—won’t even be able to use these."
"What’s the rush? Breaking through is just a matter of time—you’re already cultivating fast. Go too fast and you’ll destabilize your foundation; that isn’t always a good thing for you."
She spoke patiently.
Then she pulled him out of the courtyard, walking and talking: "C’mon, accompany me to the kiln factory. We’re supposed to deliver after spring—the tribes need green bricks and tiles, I don’t know if they’re done firing yet. My dad’s been handling it; I haven’t asked."
Kian Sterling was dragged along and could only follow helplessly.