The two chubby ones wriggled behind Big Brother Sli along the narrow, damp secret path for an indeterminate length of ti. At last, soft light spilled ahead, accompanied by the "plip-plop" sounds of little collisions.
They slipped out of the tunnel and the scene opened up.
Inside was a natural cavern lit by a cluster of enormous glowing crystals. When Chen Yu looked around, he actually saw a lot of... slis!
Silver-gray tal Slis rolled slowly near the cave entrance like sentries, patrolling.
There were translucent Splitting Slis that would occasionally go "pop" as they split into smaller individuals, teaching a bunch of baby slis survival tricks in the corners.
But the majority inside the cavern were ordinary Slis.
So of them bumped against each other with soft "plip-plop" sounds, exchanging pheromones and chatting;
so queued up to gnaw on a type of moisture-rich moss growing on the cave walls;
others lazed on smooth stones, basking in the crystal light.
The whole sli nest was orderly—like a closed little society.
"I didn't expect a place like this inside a dungeon."
Chen Yu felt a surge of wonder.
A brilliant idea bubbled up in his mind.
As an ambitious Sli Lord, how could he not have plans for a fertile dungeon?
Especially when it opened right at his doorstep.
This was practically a gift from the Sli God.
Perfect for placing spy slis here and slowly taking over the dungeon...
When Big Brother Sli returned to the nest, a few larger tal Slis rolled over and lightly bumped him with their bodies, transmitting pheromones like "You're back" and "Good work."
When they saw the two strange little slis trailing behind, they gathered around curiously, gently touching them with their bodies and sending simple, friendly thoughts like "Welco," "New here?" and "Are you hungry?"
Big Brother Sli: "...Found...little brothers..."
At those words, all the slis' eyes went watery as they emitted pheromones—"Poor thing," "Orphan," "Look how swollen—must have been abused by two-legged beasts"...
Especially one plump, cream-colored Sli, which radiated an intense "tender care" emotion.
It nudged the two little ones with its soft body and guided them to a relatively quiet corner nest deep within the cavern.
"...Rest...here...safe..."
Sister Sli conveyed soothing pheromones and even rubbed her body against the Life Sli, as if to say, "Poor child."
After Sister Sli left, Chen Yu let the two small slis flop down on the soft moss and focus on digesting the food in their bodies.
So unknown ti passed, and when the two small slis felt their stomachs had mostly digested the food and their bodies had lightened considerably, urgent "pa-ji" scrambling sounds suddenly ca from the cave entrance, accompanied by panic pheromones spreading outward.
A mud-splattered Sli whose color had dulled rolled in in a ss, urgently transmitting information: "...Outside...bad things...bullying..panions...!"
Filthy Descendants!
They were harassing the slis on the periter again.
The previously peaceful Sli Kingdom instantly exploded into chaos.
Big Brother Sli's body vibrated with a low hum, like a cold snort. Without hesitation he rolled toward the cave mouth, and several patrolling tal Slis imdiately followed, radiating the aura of "we're going to fight."
Go fight?
He loved watching a ruckus.
Besides, with Filthy Descendants here, they might lead to Arthur and Count Bran who'd entered the dungeon.
Chen Yu slipped the two little slis silently out of the safe nest and followed behind the line of tal Slis.
They hadn't gone far along a sulfur-scented fork when they heard the teeth-gnashing scraping and hissing of the Filthy Descendants.
A few larger Filthy Descendants were using their sharp forelimbs to drive back and even try to spear so Slis trapped in a corner.
Big Brother Sli snapped. His body accelerated suddenly, like a heavy tal cannonball, and slamd into one Filthy Descendant.
"Bang!"
That Filthy Descendant staggered back, its shell dented, emitting an enraged hiss.
Other tal Slis joined the fray, smashing and squeezing the Filthy Descendants with their hard bodies.
For a while the scene was chaotic: tallic clanging against shell and the hisses of the Filthy Descendants mixed together.
It was hard to tell who would win;
several slis sustained varying degrees of injury.
Chen Yu had the two small slis hide in the shadows to observe.
The Life Sli quietly activated four tiny stone swords, while the Hallucinogenic Sli exhaled a thin swirl of confusing mist toward the densest cluster of Filthy Descendants.
Mud Pellet Sword Crafting
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Four gray-white flashes of cold light cut precisely through the air and instantly pierced the vulnerable joints and compound eyes of three Filthy Descendants!
The Filthy Descendants shrouded in the hallucinogenic mist visibly faltered and their movents beca chaotic.
The tal Slis seized the opportunity and with fierce ramming quickly finished off the few isolated Filthy Descendants.
When the fight ended, Big Brother Sli turned his body in puzzled circles, as if trying to find who had secretly helped.
He inspected the unusually precise wounds on the Filthy Descendants' corpses, glanced at the faint purple mist lingering around, and the hum from his tal body sounded confused.
In the end, unable to find the helper, he escorted the rescued ordinary Sli casualties back to the nest with care.
In the corner, Chen Yu guided the two small slis out to quietly scavenge the bodies, digging out the mana glands from the Filthy Descendants.
Looking at the Filthy Descendant's appearance and the pale soft gland, Chen Yu told himself, "Not a cockroach, not a cockroach..." and swallowed it down despite the nausea.
To his surprise, the gland didn't taste as vile as he'd imagined.
If he had to describe it, it was like a slightly sour cheese with that unique sulfur tang of a demon.
Strange, but not unpleasant.
If forced to choose between old Beijing fernted mung drink and a Filthy Descendant gland?
He'd pick the fernted drink.
"Chomp chomp chomp..."
The two small slis chewed and digested diligently, and soon their status panels popped up.
[Proficiency
30]
[Acid Secretion Lv.5 → Acid Secretion Lv.6]
Huh?
He had thought talents and skills capped at Lv.5.
Now it seed even a garbage Acid Secretion could possibly upgrade to the power of a dragon's corrosive breath.
Excited by the thought, he perked up.
He was about to hunt down a few more unlucky Filthy Descendants when intense fighting sounds, Filthy Descendant hisses, and a noisy familiar voice ca from a deeper passage:
"Oh... damn it, chop at the joints! Right there! Idiots, left... left again!"
"Ah! My noble feathers! It's all those damn slis' fault! Count Bran will not let you off!!!"
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