Beast-Taming Cultiva Chapter 289 : Golden-Winged Thunder Roc

Chapter 289: Golden-Winged Thunder Roc

Chen Beiwu didn’t expose it and pretended not to notice the Beast Kings lurking nearby.

He walked to the edge of the stream, flipped his palm, and retrieved a fishing rod from his storage ring. Without attaching hook or bait, he casually tossed it forward.

‘Dong!’

The mont ripples spread out, Chen Beiwu’s sleeve dropped, the rod stuck diagonally into the bank, and he closed his eyes to ditate.

‘Jiang Taigong’s fishing — those who wish, take the bait.’

Since his plan had succeeded and he had shown enough talent and potential at Yuqing Mountain to seize the initiative, there was no need to rush.

After all, the Five Qi Vine was ever-changing and too difficult to forcefully seek out. Rather than chase aimlessly, better to stir the waters at Yuqing Mountain and lure it out.

Very soon, an hour passed.

The sunlight shifted, and clouds rippled with colorful rays.

Chen Beiwu remained seated, the fishing rod planted slantwise, no bait, ditating on Immortal Arts.

‘What is he doing?’

Seeing this, a burly Beast King with two horns atop his head spoke in confusion.

Yuqing Mountain wasn’t opening to outsiders for the first ti. Every so often, he would witness waves of prodigies from Immortal Sects flooding in.

To secure the Companion Beast they had their eye on, these sect prodigies would even duel in advance, eliminating competitors regardless of sect bonds.

So why was this young prodigy so relaxed? Not seeking spirit treasures or hunting for Companion Beasts, just quietly fishing by a secluded stream like a tourist.

‘Fishing, of course.’ Beast King Ziyao smiled enchantingly.

Interesting.

If she guessed correctly, the other party had likely already sensed the presence of Beast Kings at Yuqing Mountain and was holding out to raise his bargaining power.

The Thunder Roc Beast King’s eyes also narrowed slightly.

Although Chen Beiwu’s reaction was nearly imperceptible, it didn’t escape his gaze.

What puzzled the Thunder Roc most was—how could a re early Golden Core cultivator detect their presence so silently?

Indeed, in the eyes of all the Beast Kings present, Chen Beiwu was a genuine Golden Core cultivator. Not a single one mistook him for a Foundation Establishnt cultivator.

Just then, two streaks of light swept over the streamside sky, then quickly circled back and descended.

‘Chen Beiwu, are you… fishing?’

Shen Yuanbao was montarily dazed, his tone surprised.

‘Mm.’ Chen Beiwu replied calmly.

Shen Yuanbao swept his divine sense across the area, confirming there was no trace of the Five Qi Vine, then relaxed and refrained from probing further. After a few polite words, he left.

For Shen Yuanbao, Chen Beiwu giving up the fight was the best outco.

But what he feared was that Chen Beiwu might have another plan to contract the Five Qi Vine.

Gu Xiao, who accompanied Shen Yuanbao, glanced at Chen Beiwu with interest, puzzled why, at such a critical ti with so many sect prodigies scrambling for fortune, he chose to be a fisherman.

‘Now that’s a normal reaction.’

Watching the fleeting lights vanish, the Thunder Roc Beast King murmured inwardly.

Even among the Four-Realm Beast Kings, he ranked among the top. When he deliberately concealed his aura, not even newly ascended Nascent Soul True Monarchs of the Immortal Alliance could detect him.

But he also understood—so unparalleled prodigies of the Alliance possessed uncanny spiritual perception.

The more extraordinary Chen Beiwu acted now, the higher the Thunder Roc’s evaluation of him.

Wait—no!

A sudden thought struck the Thunder Roc. His gaze on Chen Beiwu changed as he recalled a Golden Core ntioned in legends.

Could it be… Chen Beiwu had not yet ford his Core?

This possibility made the Thunder Roc scan the area, seeing that none of the Beast Kings had moved—they all hesitated to be the first.

He sneered and summoned his own cub.

‘Go.’

‘Kreee!’

With a shrill cry shaking the sky, Chen Beiwu opened his eyes, attention drawn to a golden-winged roc appearing above.

The beast was about the size of a hawk, crowned with a tuft of purple-gold feathers, its body shimring golden. The edges of its wings crackled with lightning, occasionally sparking with fire—it looked every bit majestic.

Yet what caught Chen Beiwu’s eye most were its pure golden round pupils and the three purple-gold tail feathers behind it.

【Na】: Golden-Winged Thunder Roc

【Attributes】: Thunder, Wood

【Bloodline】: Fourth-Tier Supre (Heavenly-Gang Mystic Beast)

【Cultivation】: ???

【Mystic Powers】: Thunder Judgnt Golden Eyes, Thunder Roc Feathers, Heaven Net Thunder Cage...

Thunder Judgnt Golden Eyes: A fourth-tier high-grade mystic art. The roc’s eyes channel the might of heaven and earth, unleashing various types of thunder tribulation—Yin Thunder, Yang Thunder, Five Elents Thunder—to smite enemies.

Thunder Roc Feathers: A fourth-tier high-grade mystic art. Each feather can transform into a clone holding 90% of the original’s strength. The clones inherit all mystic powers and can release this power again, multiplying infinitely.

Heaven Net Thunder Cage: A fourth-tier supre mystic art requiring 108 Thunder Rocs in unison. It condenses thunder into a heavenly net that dissolves magical treasures, breaks through physical defense, and annihilates divine sense and soul.

【Description】: The Golden-Winged Thunder Roc possesses a dominant bloodline, tracing back to an ancient exotic species—one whose wings spanned three thousand li and fed on Flood Dragons.

However, its juveniles must hibernate in the heart of ten-thousand-zhang thunderclouds, drinking lightning as nourishnt. Only during its growth stage can it command thunder across a thousand miles and form a realm of thunder. It is an extrely rare Heavenly-Gang Mystic Beast.

Recalling this information, Chen Beiwu’s heart tightened.

His plan had worked—he’d hooked a big one.

In terms of bloodline and mystic powers, the Golden-Winged Thunder Roc was on par with the Crimson Fortune Coiled Dragon among Heavenly-Gang Mystic Beasts.

Unfortunately, the Thunder Roc couldn’t help him condense a Yuanshi Golden Core and thus fell outside his contract range.

‘Kreee!’

The Thunder Roc chick lowered its head slightly, gazing at Chen Beiwu.

Its pure gold pupils reflected a trace of ‘Primordial Azure Radiance’—a manifestation of Innate Ancestral Qi.

This indicated Chen Beiwu had achieved so success in cultivating the Yuqing Nine Revolutions Yuanshi Pill Canon and had a chance to form a Yuanshi Golden Core.

But there was no surprise in the chick’s eyes—only growing battle intent.

Those who forge the Yuanshi Core breathe not through their pores but through 360 joints.

Each breath aligns with the grand numbers of Yuanshi, bones beco ethereal, and organs transmute into the Five Qi. Observing oneself like glass, one glimpses the image of the Pri Origin, forming a Pure Yang Nascent Soul with hope of reaching Void Refinent. Such was recorded in ancient Yuqing texts.

Ordinary Beast Kings couldn’t see this. They only thought Chen Beiwu was a prodigy with peerless talent. But its father had already seen through everything.

Thinking this, the Thunder Roc chick glanced at the intrigued Beast King Ziyao.

Truth be told, if not for sensing the Primordial Azure Radiance on Chen Beiwu, no matter how talented he was, neither its father nor Ziyao would have intervened directly—lest they disturb a Five-Realm Beast Sovereign or even a secluded Six-Realm Beast Saint deep within Yuqing Mountain.

Still—so what if Chen Beiwu could form a Yuanshi Golden Core?

As a Heavenly-Gang Mystic Beast, it too held its pride!

If Chen Beiwu lacked the strength to defeat it head-on, he had no right to be its contract cultivator.

‘Boom!’ Thunder rolled across the sky.

As the Thunder Roc spread its wings in full, its expression turned serious. The blue canvas of the sky faded into dark clouds.

In that mont, the Golden-Winged Thunder Roc seed to beco a thunder god controlling heaven’s wrath.

‘Boom!’

It didn’t introduce itself or exchange pleasantries. Instead, it attacked directly, turning into a bolt of lightning shooting at Chen Beiwu.

Compared to idle chatter, it preferred straightforward combat to communicate.

‘What a hothead.’ Chen Beiwu smiled, patting the Spirit Beast Pouch at his waist as a streak of light shot forth.

He had no intention of contracting the Thunder Roc, but that didn’t an he lacked interest in Heavenly-Gang Mystic Beasts.

The Five Qi Vine was elusive, and bait alone wouldn’t suffice. Instead, he would use the Thunder Roc’s montum to display his strength to the many Mystic Beasts of Yuqing Mountain.

That way, if this generation’s Five Qi Vine had ambition and aspired to beco the Primordial Five-Elents Ancestral Tree, it would co to him of its own accord.

‘Boom!’

In the next instant, lightning shattered—the Thunder Roc was blown back a hundred zhang, gazing in shock at the massive beast that had suddenly appeared ahead.

It was an exotic Flood Dragon with three heads, each mastering one aspect. A vast dragon might emanated from its form, making all the minor beasts on Yuqing Mountain’s outer edges bow in silence.

‘What kind of Heavenly-Gang Mystic Beast is that?’

Sensing this overwhelming might, the Golden-Winged Thunder Roc steadied itself, its heart churning with turbulent waves.

Golden Egg, anwhile, narrowed its dragon eyes, looking at the Thunder Roc with calm indifference.

Just from that one clash, it already discerned that the opponent’s cultivation was barely over five hundred years—trash. Its realm was equivalent to the early stage of Golden Core.

Back in Yunlong Marsh, it had slain even mid-Golden Core Beast Creatures. A re early Golden Core Mystic Beast was nothing to fear.

‘Don’t get cocky and ss up.’

Chen Beiwu cast a glance at Golden Egg, speaking via divine sense.

‘With

here, rest easy.’

Golden Egg patted its chest, eyes sparkling with excitent.

‘The first contracted beast is an exotic Heavenly-Gang Mystic Beast—and a dragon type!’

Beast King Ziyao’s eyes first brightened slightly, then darkened as her gaze turned to the ginseng puppet hidden underground.

So he really had co for the Five Qi Vine!

‘Trouble.’ The Thunder Roc Beast King’s expression turned grim.

Exotic Heavenly-Gang Flood Dragons were already difficult to deal with, and Chen Beiwu also possessed exceptional aptitude, comprehension, and strength.

With the mana boost of a Contract Cultivator, that Three-Aspects Flood Dragon could explode with strength far beyond its realm—especially since there was also a cultivation difference between them.

anwhile, at the center of the beast battle—

Sensing Golden Egg’s disdain, the Golden-Winged Thunder Roc flew into a rage and unveiled its trump card.

‘Kreee!’

With a piercing screech, the three innate thunder feathers behind the Thunder Roc suddenly detached, bursting with blinding lightning, transforming into three clones identical to the original, with only slightly weaker auras.

But what shocked Golden Egg even more was that the newly ford clones could also screech skyward and shed three more thunder feathers, spawning yet another round of clones.

‘Boom!’

‘Boom!’

‘Boom!’

Lightning exploded in succession. In the blink of an eye, 108 Thunder Roc clones filled the sky behind the original.

Each clone possessed a cultivation aura equivalent to an early Golden Core cultivator, surrounding Golden Egg in a formation that radiated terrifying pressure.

Golden Egg: ‘？？？’

What kind of mystic power is this? Isn’t this cheating?

Sensing Golden Egg’s thoughts, Chen Beiwu shook his head speechlessly.

Every Mystic Beast capable of ranking among the Heavenly-Gang could not be underestimated. Their power couldn’t be asured by cultivation realm alone.

To prevent Golden Egg from growing too arrogant in the future, it seed he needed to make it read more.

With that, Chen Beiwu activated his divine sense, sharing the information on the Golden-Winged Thunder Roc’s species with Golden Egg.

‘!!!’ Golden Egg’s eyes widened in disbelief.

This was just ridiculous.

These 109 Thunder Rocs were rely the beginning. The species even possessed a stronger fourth-tier supre mystic art—Heaven Net Thunder Cage—a combination divine technique!

‘Dare to underestimate ? I’ll show you the majesty of the Golden-Winged Thunder Roc.’

The Thunder Roc’s gaze sharpened. Ignoring mana consumption, it linked with all 108 clones, spreading its wings and letting out a mighty screech.

In that instant, countless bolts of lightning connected.

This was no simple web of thunder. Aligned with the Dao Rhythm of Heavenly Thunder, it evolved within the thunderclouds into the Heaven Net Thunder Prison, capable of dissolving artifact auras, shattering physical defenses, and annihilating divine sense and primordial spirit.

As the Heaven Net Thunder Prison descended, Golden Egg couldn’t help but feel a profound sense of impending death.

Its instincts warned that even its innate Three-Aspects Invulnerability couldn’t block this. It would need to sacrifice one of its dragon heads to survive the blow.

As for breaking through space using Triple Supre True Qi to escape, its keen intuition told it that move would backfire, resulting in even worse injuries.

‘It’s not your match, but let

try the Companion Beast Transformation.’

Chen Beiwu gently raised his hand and stroked Golden Egg’s head.

The Golden-Winged Thunder Roc’s exclusive mystic art, Heaven Net Thunder Cage, was indeed formidable.

If it were cast by a Four-Realm Beast King, even with the Yuqing Profound Talisman gifted by Senior Brother Jiang, Chen Beiwu would not survive.

But at this mont, the Thunder Roc casting it was not a Four-Realm Beast King—it was a still-developing Three-Realm Beast General. What should have been a flawless Heaven Net Thunder Cage now had diminished power and nurous unintended flaws.

Such flaws were hard to detect during combat—but not from the reflection in the Guarding-the-One Mirror Chen Beiwu used.

Even so, Golden Egg would need so effort to win. Better to win by overwhelming force.

‘Fellow Roc Daoist, your mystic power is formidable. I must go all out.’

Chen Beiwu’s clear voice pierced through the roaring thunder and entered the Thunder Roc’s mind:

‘Prepare yourself for what cos next.’

As he finished speaking, Chen Beiwu ford the ‘Soldier’ seal with his left hand, and traced the ‘Release’ mark with his right. Golden Egg, who was guarding beside him, suddenly radiated tri-colored divine light and rged into his palm.

‘Motion gives birth to stillness, mind and will as one!’

As Chen Beiwu spread both palms, the liquid tri-colored divine light began to transform, becoming a weapon about nine chi and nine cun long—a Three-Point Double-Edged Saber with rotating Three Aspects.

‘Zheng!’

The mont the saber finished forming, a pure and boundless Heavenly-Gang pressure surged forth like a tidal wave, making even the Yuqing Beast Kings watching from afar change expression—so even sensed the aura of a Heavenly-Gang Dharma Aspect.

Gazing at the awe-inspiring saber, Chen Beiwu hesitated for a breath, not daring to grasp it.

He feared that if he gripped the handle, his power might surge uncontrollably, prematurely triggering the Core Formation of the Nascent Core in his Dantian.

‘Go!’

Chen Beiwu extended two fingers like a sword and pointed at the Thunder Roc.

The Three-Point Double-Edged Saber, infused with Triple Supre True Qi, tore through space and clashed head-on with the overwhelming Heaven Net Thunder Prison.

‘Boom!’

‘Boom!’

‘Boom!’

As the saber descended, there was no stalemate. The Thunder Roc clones maintaining the Thunder Cage exploded one after another—fragile as mantises blocking a chariot.

‘Pfft.’

With its mystic art shattered, the Thunder Roc’s true body suffered a heavy blow. It spat out blood and was sent flying backward at extre speed, smashing through several massive boulders.

Then it crashed to the ground, losing all ability to continue the battle.

Were it not for a mysterious breeze that suddenly arose and softened the impact, even with its formidable physique, the Golden-Winged Thunder Roc might have fainted on the spot.

‘Crack, crack!’

A few seconds later, it flapped its wings and used its last breath to shove off the stone pressing on its body.

Then, carefully straightening its appearance with its beak, it looked far into the distance at Chen Beiwu, its eyes finally filled with respect and admiration.

‘You are strong. Will you be my Companion Cultivator?’ The Golden-Winged Thunder Roc, for the first ti in its life, lowered its proud head.

This was the most ancient Companion Ritual of the Thunder Roc lineage—bowing only to the strong.

Witnessing this, the Thunder Roc Beast King didn’t intervene. Instead, he showed a pleased expression.

But in the next second, his face froze slightly.

Because Chen Beiwu rely shook his head and decisively rejected the Companion Ritual of the Thunder Roc lineage.