Chapter 165: Chapter 165

Owen Bertram finished breakfast and, as was his habit, went to fertilize the gourds first. Halfway there, a massive surge of warmth suddenly came, as Gerald finally digested the meal completely.

It shook its body violently in the river, opening its eyes wide. With one twist, huge waves rolled, and the river surged, showing signs of overturning!

Meanwhile, all the spiritual energy in Owen Bertram’s body burned like a flame, taking a step directly into the Ignition Spirit Level.

Owen Bertram pondered: Did the humans in this world really not have any extraordinary meridians in their bodies?

The thought flashed by while the immense warmth still flowed endlessly. The burning spiritual energy followed the meridians and began to gather at every acupoint, thoroughly illuminating them.

The spiritual cavities were lit up.

Every responsive object of Owen Bertram, especially the Bronze Ancient Lamp, was significantly strengthened. The flame on the Bronze Ancient Lamp even doubled in size!

All one hundred and eight acupoints were illuminated before the immense flow of warmth was finally exhausted.

Owen Bertram didn’t expect such a huge harvest this time; he directly crossed the "Ignition Spirit" level and stepped into the Illuminating Acupoint Level. He has already crossed half of the Second Level, and the Third Great Boundary was in sight!

After this massive surge of warmth, another wave of warmth blended into Owen Bertram’s mind, transforming into The Scripture of All Things Responding to Spirits.

Owen Bertram browsed through it in his mind, revealing a strange expression on his face. This Scripture of All Things Responding to Spirits was an unusual cultivation method, but it was not a technique- rather, it resembled a method of "evolution." Of course, this method required external interference.

The Scripture of All Things Responding to Spirits came from the Giant Pangolin. This fellow was originally just an ordinary wild beast in the mountains. It was interfered with by "external forces," namely the dark red boulder that flew from the sky, and then it gradually grew into a Tier-3 Demonic Beast.

So, the mutants interfered with using the Scripture of All Things Responding to Spirits would not be of the Demon Clan, but merely demon beasts.

Or maybe something else, Owen Bertram couldn’t be sure.

"What’s the use of this thing?" Owen Bertram scratched his head, but the Beast Speech Skill and Three-part Spirit Technique he had previously obtained seemed unremarkable, but they had played a significant role in the end. Owen Bertram couldn’t help but feel itchy, always wanting to practice The Scripture of All Things Responding to Spirits.

He thought for a moment, and Gerald was obviously not suitable. What this thing cultivated was a monster like the Giant Pangolin. I wouldn’t want my Gerald to turn into a hairy monster.

"Hmm, I seem to have a puppet. Who was it again?" He thought for a moment, then suddenly realized: Oh right, it was that magpie.

Owen Bertram had a thought, and the magpie flew over from the outpost.

The outpost had the strongest lingering scent of Owen Bertram, and the magpie liked to stay there.

When the bird was controlled by Owen Bertram, it appeared dull-headed, standing motionless in front of him. Following the method of The Scripture of All Things Responding to Spirits, Owen Bertram condensed a unique spiritual energy and infused it into the magpie’s body.

The magpie suddenly went from being wooden to a violent state, flapping its claws and tearing off all its feathers. In the process, its legs noticeably became more robust!

Then it pounced onto the ground, frantically digging for insects and earthworms in the soil, gorging itself on them.

It dug at a speed that astonished Owen Bertram – it was like a small excavator.

As it continued to eat, its body began to swell, and even new feathers emerged. But the food in the soil was ultimately too little. It screeched, used its powerful claws to leap and jumped onto a nearby tree trunk. After changing a few trees, it found a target, pecking at the tree just like a woodpecker, chiseling out a tree hole.

Owen Bertram went over to see and couldn’t help laughing: Which squirrel is out of luck?

The tree hole was filled with various nuts – walnuts, chestnuts, acorns, and so on.The magpie pecked it out in one bite, swallowing it whole with the shell. Owen Bertram shook his head. It was winter, and if it ate all the food, a little cutie would go hungry.

With a thought, he controlled the magpie with the Spirit Seed, making it wooden again. Then, Owen caught a Fierce Fish from the nearby river and threw it to the magpie.

Upon reaching the shore, the Fierce Fish was still ferocious. It wriggled its body, baring its sharp teeth and lunged at the magpie.

The magpie easily dodged its attack and pecked a hole in the Fierce Fish’s head. The fish struggled in vain, posing no threat to the magpie, who evaded the attack and pecked a few more bloody holes in the fish.

It then grew impatient. It jumped over and grabbed the Fierce Fish tightly with its powerful claws, eating it bite by bite.

After devouring one Fierce Fish, its feathers grew back, shining with a brilliant black gleam and sharp edges.

Owen waved his hand: "Alright, off you go."

The magpie cawed and flew away, its speed more than doubled. Owen watched it dart into the sky, accurately pecking the belly of an eagle faster than it could react.

Before the eagle had completely died, the two birds tangled together, rolling down from the sky. It had already started eating the eagle.

Then, with a thud, the two birds fell into the forest. Owen was still worried when he saw the magpie holding the eagle’s corpse and flying out to perch on a treetop, continuing its feast.

Owen nodded inwardly: It was desperate for food, just like his younger brother.

He didn’t bother with the magpie anymore, knowing that the various birds in this forest would undergo a calamity.

Owen walked towards the Gourd Vine with his hands behind his back. After the usual watering, he suddenly felt something strange and looked up to see Ivan turning yellow.

The vines above had withered and were still swaying on the Gourd Vine.

This fellow had grown to seven feet long, taller than many people in the Eight Desolations World.

Owen was overjoyed: "Brother, your mansion is here."

The Flying Sword struck, cutting the vine, and Ivan fell down. The thing was blown by a gust of wind, flying diagonally and "coincidentally" dropping right into Owen’s hand.

The other brothers cursed secretly. Shameless!

Owen smiled faintly, using the Flying Sword to carve a hole at the top of the gourd and hollowing it out. The Flying Sword fell smoothly, and the piece it dug out was perfectly sized as a stopper.

He turned the gourd upside down, but found it empty. It was a natural container without the need for adjustments.

"Huh?" Owen was somewhat suspicious, stroking his chin as if talking to himself: "It’s too big, not easy to carry."

Ivan immediately shrank to the size of a normal gourd, indistinguishable from the wine gourds sold in ordinary markets!

Owen laughed: As expected, something was strange.

A dark yellow rope shot out and instantly bound all seven gourds together.

"What kind of demon are you? Confess!" Owen shouted harshly, condensing a ball of Spiritual Flame in his palm: "If you don’t tell the truth, I’ll burn you all with fire!"