Chapter 403: Chapter 174: The Human Race Behaving Like Beasts, Yet Preying on Their Own Kind in the Mountains

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Shen Can didn’t blame the Dragon Horned Wilderness Beast for its behavior.

After all, it possesses a bloodline from the Dragon Race, and from its ancestors, it could devour anything.

’Pfft!’

With a slight sound, Shen Can’s finger slipped into the gap between the scales of the Dragon Horned Wilderness Beast.

With a sting, the peach blossom miasma in its eyes instantly disappeared, and even the legs of the creature dragging on the ground became obedient.

"There’s miasma! There’s miasma!"

The Dragon Horned Wilderness Beast, regaining its senses, hurriedly explained after seeing the disdain in the eyes of the Golden-winged Sword-toothed Tiger.

Shen Can was somewhat speechless, suspecting that the so-called Peach Miasma Deer might not exist.

The Dragon Horned Wilderness Beast likely had the small head controlling the big head.

At this moment, it seemed the Dragon Horned Wilderness Beast realized that when it passed here back then, it had just advanced to the late Tier Three.

Indeed, back then, it encountered a flashing colorful deer, running like the glow of sunset.

"Well, it’s ancestral heritage, not my fault."

With other wild beasts, although many mix and breed with different species, compared to Dragon Species Wild Beasts, that’s just witchcraft against Great Witch.

"Are you sure there’s a deer here?"

The Golden Sword Tiger asked with disdain in its eyes.

An old lustful dragon wouldn’t be playing with itself, would it?

The entire peach blossom forest was unbearably quiet, the floating miasma obscuring the sky, along with the scenes within the Miasma Forest.

No matter how you perceive it, it doesn’t seem like wild beasts thrive inside.

"Let’s circle around and have a look."

In such a vast old peach blossom forest, Shen Can didn’t dare enter, fearing that the strange miasma might erode his consciousness, possibly leading him to have a daydream like the Dragon Horned Wilderness Beast.

There’s always the fear of other dangers.

The Dragon Horned Wilderness Beast carried Shen Can as it started to traverse around the peach blossom forest, growing more aware with each step.

Back then, perhaps its deer was truly a dream.

"No, it’s not a dream!"

While walking, the Dragon Horned Wilderness Beast stopped.

"If it’s a dream, how could it tell me about Snow Demon Mountain?"

That statement seemed quite reasonable.

Shen Can also pondered this, as indeed there was no need for the Dragon Horned Wilderness Beast to lie about it.

"Old Dragon, was your deer back then a female beast or a male beast?"

Beside them, the Golden Sword Tiger, who was leaping from the mountains, approached and asked with its large tiger head.

At the words, the Dragon Horned Wilderness Beast revealed its fangs.

During this period, the two wild beasts had become familiar, and given that they belonged to the same tribe, the hostility between them had dissipated.

"Female. Although my ancestors had certain preferences, everything was normal."

"If it was a female beast, could it have birthed a little dragon species all these years?"

"Perhaps it came to find you to borrow a gene."

The Golden Sword Tiger’s words didn’t stir any reaction in the Dragon Horn; it wouldn’t care about any offspring.

The dignified Dragon Species Wild Beast, traversing mountains and waters, has found plenty of female beasts.

"Grrr!", "Roarrr!"

During the journey, roars of wild beasts emerged from within the peach blossom forest.

Soon after, two wild beasts leaped out from the woods, heading in different directions.

A snow-white wolf with a single horn, and a wild beast resembling a bit of tiger, both Tier Three Wild Beasts.

Once the two wild beasts vanished, Shen Can gazed at the peach blossom forest, thinking perhaps he should bring some back to the tribe, as it might aid in population growth.

"See, I wasn’t dreaming at all back then."

Next, one person and two beasts circled the peach forest, encountering pairs of wild beasts along the way.

Subsequently, Shen Can instructed both wild beasts to depart from the peach forest.

"Let’s move, let’s look around nearby."

Evidently, the vicinity of this peach forest is the sanctuary for wild beasts seeking offspring.

It’s absurd.

...

Within the mountain ranges, a river valley area.

The forest valley is lush.

A group of deer species wild beasts, roughly over two hundred, breathe in the junction area of this forest, hill, and wetland.

Within the forest, old trees have interwoven roots, bizarre stones stand, with little deer playing around.

These little deer, some have wolf horns, some bear tiger claws and ox hooves, others have small wings yet to unfold on their backs.

Among them is a little deer, aside from its antlers, which bears two jade-colored dragon horns about three inches long, covered in three colors, its big eyes extremely lively.

However, the other nearby deer keep their distance, not enthusiastic about mingling with it.

The little deer, somewhat disappointed, lowered its head and ran into the forest, where a doe with a body of three-star light, a size of seven or eight yards, lay prone.

"Chirp chirp!"

The little deer approached the doe and let out two gentle cries, seeing the doe ignore it, it just nestled closely and went into a deep sleep.

...

A month later.

"Old Dragon, there’s also a herd of deer in this river valley. Why don’t you search again?"

Outside the river valley, two wild beasts stood atop the hillside.

Regarding how they found the herd, it was natural to ask during hunting.

Whether they get a clear answer or not, they will divide and feast upon it.

Though common wild beasts have confused spiritual wisdom, in front of powerful bloodline upper-rank wild beasts, they can distinguish some wild beasts groups.

Thus, they asked one region after another, also hoping to find wild beasts with spiritual wisdom.

Unfortunately, the wilderness was filled with common wild beasts; advancing to Tier Three already exhausts their bloodline, leaving their spiritual wisdom undeveloped, living muddled lives.

The Golden Sword Tiger viewed the Dragon Horn’s hunger for indiscriminate consumption with much disdain in its heart.

Deer species wild beasts mostly have low bloodlines, spending their lives as food for other wild beasts.

Even consuming food, the Dragon Race’s reputation holds true.