CHAPTER 471: CHAPTER 471, BLOOD FOOD

However, sitting on a pile of gold mountains, Zhu Haomiao painfully realized that he couldn’t use it for now!

The cultivation technique in the Creation Jade Disk has not been completed, and manifesting the accumulated attribute requires a vast amount of material nutrition.

Even if material nutrition is sufficient, his first priority now is to digest it into life energy for healing.

Only by healing first can he talk about growth...

Subconsciously glancing at the terrifying hole in his chest and abdomen, Zhu Haomiao squinted his eyes. The shattered Black Dragon Suit emitted a dazzling black light, as if countless tiny scales were contracting and writhing, slowly covering the bloody wound.

Phew~

Exhaling a sigh of turbid breath, the black-clad youth wiped his face, and the dust and blood stains on his body quietly fell off, restoring him to a bright and clean appearance.

After examining himself, Zhu Haomiao nodded almost imperceptibly.

Aside from his somewhat pale complexion, there were no apparent flaws on the outside.

It’s just that the wound under the cover of the Black Dragon Suit continued to send out stinging pain, reminding him of the weakness in his spirit and body and his outward façade crumbling.

Blood food!

Blood food!

I need an enormous amount of blood food!

Feeling the hunger writhing in his stomach, Zhu Haomiao stepped out of the cave.

Surveying the lush forest around, the black-clad youth randomly chose a direction and walked straight ahead.

In energy-saving mode, Zhu Haomiao didn’t waste a single bit of energy, his steps agile and unhurried as he leapt through the mountain stream.

But it wasn’t long before a rough, deep roar exploded by his ear.

Turning his head, he saw a plump, robust brown bear standing upright, seemingly demonstrating against the intruder.

Soon after, the brown bear charged toward the black-clad youth, its entire body of fat rippling like waves, crushing the grass and trees along the way like a heavy tank, its momentum astonishing.

His eyes slightly brightened, Zhu Haomiao stopped in his tracks, and several giant pythons, as thick as barrels, sprang out from behind him, fiercely lunging at the brown bear.

"Awooo!!"

The moment the giant python appeared, the aura of a top predator overflowed, scaring the brown bear into scattering and rolling, its four paws sparking on the ground as it screamed and tried to turn tail and flee.

But the terrifying giant python instantly caught up, its sharp tusks like daggers stabbing into the bear’s skin, easily tearing through flesh and bone.

"Mmm..."

The despairing whimper abruptly ceased, cold and shiny scales instantly wound around the brown bear, with eight giant pythons ravenously tearing it apart, consuming the bear that weighed over a thousand pounds in just a matter of seconds.

A faint, delicious taste lingered in his mouth, Zhu Haomiao smacked his lips, savoring the taste, when suddenly he had a thought.

With a beckoning motion, a drop of bear blood was drawn to his fingertip and then placed into his mouth.

Sucking the blood from his fingertip, Zhu Haomiao’s facial features instantly scrunched up.

It was fishy, rancid, rank, with a faint stink...

Indeed, the sensation of symbolic devouring and the body’s actual senses are completely different...

The former only cares about nutrition and spirituality, while the latter is much more discerning.

Thinking of this, Zhu Haomiao pondered for a moment, then the eight giant pythons fanned out and began to chew on various materials.

The solid rocks were bitten into pieces as if they were crackers, tall fir trees were gnawed and chewed down, all kinds of plants were swallowed by the giant snakes, and one python even swallowed dirt directly.

Gulp~

Orochi’s throat moved as it swallowed various alien objects into its belly.

Meanwhile, as if a clump of dry, sticky dough was stuck in his throat, Zhu Haomiao stretched his neck and swallowed with difficulty, hastily stopping the experiment.

Substance without spirituality has no nutrition and instead requires extra energy to digest, making it not worth the effort...

Abandoning the idea of achieving victory through quantity, Zhu Haomiao sighed, retracted the Dharma Form, and resumed his trek in the predetermined direction.

A few hours later, the black-clad youth finally emerged from the forest and saw a winding road.

His eyes lit up, and Zhu Haomiao quickened his pace, walking to the roadside and spotting a weathered road sign.

"Chicago, 260 miles..."

The evolved Healing Language directly deciphered the meaning of the words, and Zhu Haomiao sighed in resignation.

He had unexpectedly traversed the entire globe to end up in North America...

Just then, a car roared by, and Zhu Haomiao raised his thumb, about to hitch a ride, but the car sped past without stopping.

"..."

As expected, TV shows are deceptive, and how could the supposedly honest US Traitor people casually give someone a lift...

So many roadside crime films are based on real events...

Some get silenced after being conquered and...)...become tame...

Pouting slightly, Zhu Haomiao silently cursed inwardly, but the car that had just passed abruptly screeched to a halt and reversed back to him.

The window rolled down, revealing a blonde, blue-eyed white woman with attractive features, staring obsessively at Zhu Haomiao, her eyes seemingly filled with pink hearts.

Zhu Haomiao: "..."

Level 8 Lust is still too strong for ordinary people...

"Little brother, where are you headed? I can give you a ride."

The white woman’s voice was sultry enough that it could drip, and Zhu Haomiao reluctantly twitched his mouth, contemplating for a few seconds before deciding to conserve his energy.

"I’m going to Chicago, are you headed that way?"

"Absolutely, I’m heading back to Chicago, hop on."

"Thank you."

The luxurious sports car only had two seats, and as Zhu Haomiao walked around to the passenger side, the white woman deftly pulled open her jacket, tugged down her camisole to reveal a deep cleavage, then gathered her hair to expose her pale neck and collarbone, quickly spritzing a few squirts of perfume onto herself.

By the time Zhu Haomiao opened the door and sat in the passenger seat, the white woman had completely transformed, exuding an unabashed feminine allure.

Zhu Haomiao: "..."

You’re not acting right, you covet my body!

"What’s the matter?"

The white woman, her eyes like silk, examined the black-clad youth within inches of her, her face flushed, her thighs clenching tighter the more she looked.

With a gaze that’s hard to describe, Zhu Haomiao looked away, staring calmly ahead and spoke coolly.

"Nothing, let’s go."

"......."

Stifled by the black-clad youth’s cold attitude, the white woman gritted her teeth, started the car, and began speeding down the road.

"My name is Marian White, what’s yours?"

"Zhu Haomiao."

"Zhu Haomiao? Are you Japanese or Chinese?"

"Chinese."

"What a coincidence, I have a neighbor who is also Chinese."

"..."

"Where in Chicago are you going? If you don’t have a place to stay tonight, you can stay at my house..."

The incessant nattering was giving him a headache, and Zhu Haomiao slowly turned his head, looking directly into the white woman’s eyes. Pink, ambiguous light swirled in his pupils.

"Focus on driving... don’t talk... be good~"

Like a lover’s whisper echoing around, the white woman’s pupils slightly lost focus, then with a flushed face, looked straight ahead, clenching her thighs together, focusing intently on driving and not saying another word.