Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 1286 - 358: Master_2

"The elders have always said that Rudd Giant was actually the most tyrannical demon in the Sea of Po Yi Blood. The preeminent being granted Rudd a rebirth into the Giant clan to allow our Giant hearts to influence and temper Rudd’s ferocity, including the most beautiful Floral Magic, which was also meant to soothe the brutality within Rudd’s heart, heralding an early ascension to the World of Su Jia!" Chief Deseli said with a wry smile, "Indeed, the situation is quite precarious, but this is how it has been passed down through generations of Giants! In fact, whenever a Rudd Giant is born, it triggers a blood-soaked battle! Richard, your entrance was even more spectacular – you were sacking a city! There has never been a Rudd Giant in history who went to such lengths as you!"

Hearing this made Liu feel as though fate was at play, and he responded with a chuckle while stroking his chin.

"The powers of Rudd are too formidable. Without the constraints of the Seven Wound Technique, no one knows what kind of bloodshed you could cause! You possess physical strength that surpasses that of the Giants, and you are amphibious! And if you die unnaturally, you can even summon the ’Heavenly Fury Nirvana Fire’!" Chief Deseli sighed, "Don’t blame me for not telling you this beforehand, please forgive my selfishness. I didn’t want the Giants to prove the old prophecies right, without Rudd, there would be no purpose for the Giants to continue existing! Even though the preeminent being created us, from the day the Giants gained wisdom and life, we were destined to take control of and change our fate!"

"But what if I fight with someone using battle songs or other magic? Will I still get hurt and vomit blood?" Liu asked Chief Deseli with a mumble.

"No, only the Seven Wound Technique restricts you!" Chief Deseli stood up, holding the hand of the little Giant girl, "Richard, as for Ji Sikaibi being your tantra, are you still planning to reject it?"

"Don’t be in a hurry to answer me!" The Giant chief waved his hand, stopping Liu, who was about to respond, "We Giants don’t kill, and we definitely don’t commit suicide. Remember, since you have lifted Ji Sikaibi’s veil, a symbol of her chastity, the best outcome for her now is to become your tantra, unless, you want her to pass away in a burial of flowers!"

"What does ’pass away in a burial of flowers’ mean?" Liu felt rather anxious when he was told this.

"When a Giant woman has no more attachments to the mortal world, she will ’pass away in a burial of flowers,’ forever exiling her soul among the earth and fragrances." Chief Deseli sighed, "Ji Sikaibi’s parents have already transformed, she is the treasure of our entire tribe. Richard, I will give you a few more days to think it over, I hope you won’t disappoint us."

Liu watched as the Giant chief and the little girl, both a bit disheartened, walked towards the magic teleportation array, a great wave of guilt suddenly surging in his heart.

"I agree! Ji Sikaibi is now Richard’s tantra!" Ning Yu patted Katusha’s little bottom and coolly issued the highest decree.

Chief Deseli and Ji Sikaibi turned back, smiling at Ning Yu with a warmth as if bathed in spring breeze.

Liu, Guoguo, and the parrot all wiped their faces, taken aback by the unexpected intervention of the boss lady, looking frozen as they kept comparing the fingers and arms with dazed eyes.

Everyone else collectively turned their heads towards Liu, then towards Ning Yu. They hadn’t figured anything out, only realizing that the Shaman of Divine Songs was about to break another record in the kingdom, although this record wasn’t particularly honorable. His Majesty Richard, the Flower King, truly lived up to the resounding and ambiguous title of ’Flower King and the lord of a thousand blooms’!

It was all too fitting!

The two Giants left, leaving behind a group of amateur philosophers each pondering the meaning of life internally.

"Damn!" Liu suddenly realized, "That Giant chief really has a way with words, doesn’t he? How did he manage to make me feel so guilty in just a few sentences?"

"Yeah, yeah! Richard, when all is said and done, the Giant spoke a basketful of truths, but why do I feel like this Floral Magic is still Fallen Magic?" Ibrahim, the Seven-Colored Dragon, scratched his head perplexedly, "Strange, huh? Who ever heard of using magic to attack enemies and ending up spitting blood oneself?"

"It’s Fallen Magic all right! It’s just that the Giant chief is a smooth talker and he’s played us all." Dragon Knight Lampard said bluntly.

"Damn it! We’ve been had!" Master Puskas slapped his thigh, "This Giant chief, in the end, insulted us all! We are Mages, whatever magic it is, it’s just that – why did we get fooled today?"

Master Stefano and Master Aymar both shrugged helplessly.

"Fine! I didn’t get the short end of the stick anyway. I can replenish my blood whenever I want with my self-created ’Blood Extraction Battle Song’! Haha! I’m making a killing!" Liu Zhenhan laughed uproariously. Seeing that the Giant Buddha had returned to the emerald-green mountains, he felt free to speak his mind without anymore reservations, whether it be Fallen Magic or not. As long as he wasn’t like Imam, who would fuss over everything, he was okay with it.

"Save it! Your only offensive move, ’Pick Flower Finger,’ requires you to have flower petals in hand. What will you do without petals? Besides, its power is merely that of a novice mage’s single-target attack. Are you really that excited about it?" Master Puskas had nothing to say. "You’re supposed to be a Saint Chiao, my good son-in-law Richard. Can’t you aim a little bit higher?"

"When did I become your son-in-law?" Liu Zhenhan glared at the old man.

"Choke on that! The kid is denying it now!" Master Puskas sneered. "Are you saying Joan of Arc’s baby sprang from a stone then? When has my Prophecy Method ever failed?"

"Hehe... You just wait, I was about to expose your crappy prophecy!" Liu Zhenhan started with a forced loud laughter, which then abruptly stopped.

Everyone was looking at him as if he had gone mad.

"No way, is Joan really pregnant?" Liu Zhenhan’s face turned deathly pale.

Everyone nodded.

"I...I didn’t do anything!" Liu Zhenhan panicked even more. "Joan? How is that possible?"

There was a mocking element in everyone’s gazes now.

"Damn it! Who is the real culprit? Stand up!" Liu Zhenhan was livid. "How dare you frame me like this! Is there no law left?"

"Indeed, the child in Joan’s belly is yours, Richard," Ning Yu said, enunciating each word slowly, maybe because she was afraid Liu Zhenhan wouldn’t hear her clearly.

Liu Zhenhan looked around desperately, raised his hand to twist his own face, and muttered to himself, "I’m not dreaming right now, am I?"

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