Chapter 00117: The Pot Collected by the Mutant Eagle Owl
# The Pot Collected by the Mutant Eagle-Owl
Chapter 117
Novel: After the Myth
Chapter 117: The Pot Collected by the Mutant Eagle-Owl
Although the mutant eagle-owl was injured, its speed was still incredibly fast.
In just a short time, it had already left the range of Ding Huan's divine sense.
However, Ding Huan wasn’t worried.
He had left a divine sense mark on the creature.
No matter how far it fled or how well it hid, as long as Ding Huan could sense his mark, the eagle-owl had no chance of escaping.
Ding Huan couldn’t claim that he could find anything on Earth as long as his divine sense mark was present, but as long as the eagle-owl didn’t flee into the ocean, it wouldn’t be able to escape him.
The Kunlun Mountains were indeed filled with fierce beasts, but both the eagle-owl and Ding Huan moved so quickly that they passed by these creatures before they could even react.
By the time the beasts realized what was happening, Ding Huan was already long gone.
After tracking the eagle-owl for a while, Ding Huan realized that it was even more cunning than he had initially thought.
The creature moved swiftly, first following a stream for about ten minutes, then suddenly diving into the water.
When it emerged, it had changed direction and fled into a dense forest.
The eagle-owl was injured, and its blood had been dripping along the way, leaving a clear trail.
However, after washing in the stream and flying above the trees, the bloodstains were mostly caught by the leaves, making it nearly impossible to track.
If Ding Huan hadn’t left a divine sense mark on the eagle-owl, his first thought would have been that the creature had hidden in the stream.
But Ding Huan had used similar tricks before, and even if he was momentarily fooled, he would quickly figure it out.
With the divine sense mark, he didn’t need to follow the blood trail.
Instead, he simply turned around and headed straight into the forest.
The mutant eagle-owl’s cleverness had only wasted more of its own time.
After tracking the creature for nearly three to four hours, Ding Huan’s divine sense finally detected that the eagle-owl had stopped fleeing and had settled in one place.
Ding Huan slowed down, keeping his divine sense extended.
Eventually, he located the eagle-owl in a small cave.
Outside the cave stood an ancient tree with a circumference of over fifty meters.
The tree appeared to have been struck by lightning, leaving it hollow inside.
It was normal for the eagle-owl to seek refuge in such a tree, but what was strange was that the creature hadn’t hidden in the tree itself.
Instead, Ding Huan’s divine sense detected an iron pot inside the hollow tree.
Was this mutant eagle-owl trying to become human? Why else would it collect a pot? Despite its cunning and caution, the eagle-owl was still just a beast.
It hadn’t considered the possibility that Ding Huan would track it back to its lair.
Once it returned to its nest, it immediately began tending to its wounds.
Ding Huan’s divine sense observed the eagle-owl swallowing some medicinal herbs and applying others to the wound caused by his wooden spear.
Ding Huan used his Wind Control Technique to silently approach the entrance of the eagle-owl’s cave.
While the creature was still healing, Ding Huan gathered his true energy and unleashed a barrage of spear strikes.
Almost immediately, the eagle-owl sensed the attack and fled the cave without hesitation.
However, this only brought it directly into the path of Ding Huan’s spear.
Even though Ding Huan’s spear had broken earlier, the full force of his sneak attack was enough to sever the eagle-owl’s neck.
The spear tore through the eagle-owl’s throat, and the creature let out a shrill cry.
Its massive claws attempted to grab Ding Huan, but after being outsmarted twice, the eagle-owl was too weak to fight back.
Before it could reach Ding Huan, the man delivered a powerful punch, breaking the creature’s claws with a loud crack.
The eagle-owl, along with Ding Huan’s spear, was sent flying and crashed against the cave entrance before collapsing to the ground.
Blood poured from the eagle-owl’s wounds.
Despite its desire to rise and attack Ding Huan, it was too severely injured to muster any strength.
As Ding Huan approached, the eagle-owl’s eyes flashed with resentment.
It had intended to ambush this human, but instead, it had been outsmarted twice.
This was the first time it had suffered such a defeat in the Kunlun Mountains, and it would likely be the last.
Why had it been so foolish as to provoke this human?
“Have you reached the Foundation Establishment stage?” Ding Huan asked, stopping a few meters away from the eagle-owl.
The creature’s eyes showed disdain, and it refused to answer.
Even in death, it wanted to make this human pay.
Though it couldn’t attack, it planned to deliver a final, bloody lesson if Ding Huan came any closer.
Ding Huan, however, was far too experienced to fall for such a trick.
When the eagle-owl ignored him, he didn’t waste any more time.
With a swift motion, he unleashed several wind blades, cleanly severing the eagle-owl’s head and thwarting its final plan.
Ding Huan entered the eagle-owl’s cave and found it mostly empty, save for a few medicinal herbs he didn’t recognize.
He couldn’t understand why the creature had chosen this location for its lair.
Perhaps this wasn’t even its true home.
With the eagle-owl dead, there was no way to find out.
Ding Huan suspected that this eagle-owl might have been the powerful beast Cang Beichun had mentioned—a creature that had surpassed the ninth level of ferocity and reached the level of a demon beast.
Such creatures were incredibly rare, and it was unlikely that there were two of them in the Kunlun Mountains.
After confirming that there was nothing of value in the cave, Ding Huan turned his attention to the ancient tree.
The eagle-owl had hidden an iron pot inside the hollow trunk, and Ding Huan was curious about it.
He tried to lift the pot with his divine sense but found that it wouldn’t budge.
Intrigued, he climbed into the tree and grabbed the pot with his hands, pulling it out.
The pot wasn’t particularly heavy, so why had his divine sense failed to move it? The pot was about forty to fifty centimeters in diameter, with three handles but no lid.
At first glance, it seemed like an ordinary pot, but when Ding Huan tried to probe it with his divine sense, he was shocked to find that his senses couldn’t penetrate it.
This reminded him of the star-shaped stone in his pocket, which also resisted his divine sense.
This was no ordinary pot.
A normal pot would have allowed his divine sense to pass through easily.
Moreover, why would a mutant eagle-owl, a creature with some intelligence and the ability to recognize treasures, hide a simple pot in such a place? Perhaps the eagle-owl had chosen this location to guard the pot.
Ding Huan carried the pot over to the eagle-owl’s corpse and used a wind blade to split its skull open.
Inside, he found a green demon core.
Holding it in his hand, he could feel the immense energy contained within.
Unlike the beast cores he had obtained before, this demon core was far more potent.
He pocketed the core and then hoisted the eagle-owl’s body onto his shoulder, preparing to head back.
This eagle-owl was at least a low-level demon beast, and even its corpse would be valuable.
Its meat was likely rich in natural energy, making it a valuable resource.
…
When Ding Huan returned with the eagle-owl’s body, Lao Liu rushed out excitedly.
The eagle-owl had moved so quickly during its ambush that Lao Liu hadn’t even seen it clearly.
Now, seeing that Ding Huan had defeated such a powerful creature, Lao Liu felt that submitting to Ding Huan hadn’t been such a bad deal after all.
Qi Xin Yue was also relieved.
She knew that as long as such a powerful demon beast remained in the Kunlun Mountains, Ding Huan wouldn’t feel safe leaving.
Seeing the eagle-owl’s corpse, she felt a sense of closure.
“Xin Yue, collect the claws and primary feathers from the eagle-owl. We’ll cook the meat. I’ll be staying here to cultivate for a few more days,” Ding Huan said, tossing the eagle-owl’s body onto the ground. “Oh, and use this pot,” he added, handing her the iron pot.
“Lao Liu, help Xin Yue gather some firewood and set up a stove. We’ll be staying here for at least a few more days,” Ding Huan instructed.
He planned to cultivate inside the spaceship.
He wouldn’t leave until he had reached the peak of the ninth level.
Lao Liu was eager to help.
It was looking forward to leaving this place.
Ding Huan had promised that once they left, they would return to Luohe City, where he would help Lao Liu develop a spiritual root.
When Ding Huan returned to the Blue Star spaceship, he was immediately struck by the dense natural energy inside.
The ship was filled with stacks of Zhan Shen crystals and a ten-meter-long energy vein.
Ding Huan was pleased, though he regretted having cut the energy vein earlier.
Still, with the vein and over a hundred thousand Zhan Shen crystals, he wouldn’t have to worry about running out of energy or starving once they entered space.
After cleansing himself with a purification spell, Ding Huan sat down on the energy vein and began circulating his energy.
To his astonishment, after just one cycle, his cultivation level surged.
He stopped and stared at the energy vein in disbelief.
This thing was far more effective for cultivation than Zhan Shen crystals.
If he had been cultivating here all along, he wouldn’t have needed nearly a month to reach the ninth level of gene cultivation.
What kind of energy vein was this, to be so powerful? And if he hadn’t cut it earlier, would it have been even more effective?
(End of chapter.
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