Chapter 1114 - 369: The Sword of Creation Emerges to Settle the Universe, Gifting the Sword to My Brother Su Qingfeng

"Of course, don’t be afraid. Aside from their unique talent for evasion, the Short-Catch Pigs have very weak abilities. They can’t hurt you, they’re just extremely annoying!" Su Qingfeng reminded him again.

"Yeah, I know, Dad," Su Yue nodded expressionlessly.

Things were about to get interesting.

Now he had become a Bald Qiang, and instead of bears, this bamboo forest had Pig One, Pig Two, and even Pig Three and Four. His life for the foreseeable future was bound to be quite colorful.

"Go on in. I’ve sealed the grand array, and I’ll come check on you in a month.

"If you get hungry, you can chew on some bamboo shoots. If you’re thirsty, drink the sap from the bamboo joints. They’re all highly nourishing.

"A real man needs to endure hardships." Su Qingfeng urged Su Yue to step inside.

"Dad, ’raise sons in poverty and daughters in wealth’—does every family follow this logic?" Before leaving, Su Yue looked at Su Qingfeng’s face again.

He was handsome. A handsome very similar to his own. That was his dad. His biological dad, no doubt. He definitely wasn’t a free prize found at the bottom of a cereal box.

"Sigh, you don’t understand the weight of a father’s love right now. When you have kids of your own, you might finally understand my painstaking efforts."

BOOM!

Su Qingfeng kicked Su Yue inside with one foot.

He thought, "Cultivate properly for me. How dare you get jealous of your sister."

In the bamboo forest.

Su Yue squatted on the ground, locking eyes with a Short-Catch Pig.

He understood the demon language, so he could perfectly comprehend the Short-Catch Pig’s insults. It had cursed out all eighteen generations of his ancestors. Yes. These Short-Catch Pigs didn’t seem to have high intelligence, but they were experts at cursing, repeating insults like broken records.

"My pig friend, hold on a second. I need to ask you something. You’re a local here—do you know which Seven-Edged Bamboo can mutate?" Su Yue asked in the demon language. If these Short-Catch Pigs had any clues, he could work much more efficiently.

SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK!

SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK!

The Short-Catch Pig was cursing merrily when it suddenly understood Su Yue’s demon language. It was completely taken aback.

SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK!

SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK!

Then, it began to shriek like crazy.

"Look, this Wuwen Race wants to be a pig!

"There’s a Wuwen Race who learned how to oink, and he wants to be a pig!

"Haha, you shameless Wuwen Race, you’re dreaming if you think you can be a pig!"

The sound waves spread out, causing the nearby Seven-Edged Bamboo to sway. At the same time, there was a chorus of RUSTLE noises.

Su Yue frowned. He wondered, "I want to be a pig? I asked you a single fucking question, and you concluded that I want to be a pig?"

"Wishful thinking!

"Does a despicable Wuwen Race even deserve to be a pig?" At this moment, over a dozen Short-Catch Pigs surrounded him, squeaking disdainfully.

GASP!

Su Yue stood up and inhaled sharply. Grandpa Su was already in a bad mood today. Now, being told he didn’t even have the qualifications to be a pig made his terrible mood infinitely worse.

"Wuwen Race, the Short-Catch Pig tribe will never accept you. Get out of the bamboo forest right now! You don’t deserve to be a pig, so learning how to oink is useless." This Short-Catch Pig looked like the leader.

"Sigh, I think you’re quite pretty. You’ve eaten a bit too much, and it seems like you’re showing signs of heatstroke!" Su Yue said in the demon language.

Then, he activated the system’s Invisibility.

"Huh? Where did the Wuwen Race go? He ran away. You can praise me a bit more." As Su Yue disappeared, the Short-Catch Pig began looking around.

SWISH!

Su Yue reappeared eerily. At the same time, he unleashed a Soul Strike and buffed himself with a speed enhancement.

Just like that, Su Yue caught a Short-Catch Pig alive. It wasn’t too difficult.

A Short-Catch Pig’s innate talent was predicting the trajectory of a Martial Artist’s Qi Blood circulation. However, Su Yue had used Invisibility and maintained a posture with his hands wide open, so the Short-Catch Pig essentially walked right into his palms. No matter how good its prediction was, it simply had no time to run. It was just like following a cooking tutorial—even if your brain completely understood the steps, your hands wouldn’t listen. Same logic.

SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK!

"Let me go!" The Short-Catch Pig was so terrified that its voice nearly cracked.

"Such a pretty little pig, yet it’s suffering from depression. I guess I’ll just have to roast it!"

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I’m going on a long trip these next few days and can only find time to type, but I will try my best to update 6,000 words every day.

I’ll stick to long Chapters; it’s more comfortable to write this way.