The Story Never Ends

"So, this is the place." Joanna looked down from the sky and saw a quarry surrounded by huge circular walls. These walls were made from precious metals and were radiating a blue light which seemed to be a barrier.

This barrier was covering the whole quarry and made it impossible for anyone to enter or exit. There was only one gate in the east but currently, it was closed. There were also two strange creatures guarding it.

They were standing upright like humans and carrying long spears in their hands. However, they had sturdy muscles and brown fur covering all their body parts. So, they were only wearing tiny clothes to hide their private parts. In addition to it, they had heads, hands, and tails like those of wolves.

Inside the walls, she saw tall watchtowers where similar creatures were keeping guard. Along with them, there were small run-down and old huts everywhere.. She could see varieties of old and young demons leaving and entering them. Not only that, they looked skinny, weak, and lifeless. The only thing they had in common was the collars on their necks.

"Damn, how dare they make them work as slaves?" Joanna became furious straight away as she couldn't stand this pitiful sight. After all, she was a demon herself.

She could see these demons mining spirit stones from the ground with all their strength and transporting them to the magnificent castle in the center.

"This should be the storehouse and the place where the higher officials stay." She had a cold look on her face. Next, she circled around the periphery and memorized every single detail here. Then only did she return back.

***

Inside the main hall of the castle, a handsome blue-haired young man with red pupils was sitting on a throne while listening to the reports of his subordinates.

"Young Master, our harvest this month has increased by at least one-third of the previous amount. This is all due to the new batch of slaves you brought from the ape tribe."

"However, fifty slaves have already died in two months and thus we will be running out of manpower soon. So, Young Master, it would be better if you can bring in more of those slaves."

There were six middle-aged men reporting the recent matters one by one while lowering their heads.

"Humm, so is there anything new?" The Young Master asked. It seemed like dying and replacing slaves were common to him.

"Yes, Young Master. We have a problem here. The representatives of the Golden Lion tribe came here a week ago and asked for twice the offerings we provide from now on."

"What? How can they be so greedy? They had the same request two months ago which we fulfilled. But they still dare to ask for more." The Young Master stood up in anger and released his powerful aura causing the six men to immediately back a few steps away in fear.

"Young Master is really the prodigy of our Wolf Tribe. It looks like he has already reached the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage."

"Indeed, he is born with the Ancestral Bloodline of our Wolf Tribe."

"Yeah, he has infinite potential and has a high chance of reaching the Venerable Stage in the future."

"Hehe, when he reaches that stage, then we can finally have our revenge against the Golden Lion Tribe."

The six men whispered among themselves. But they didn't know that the Young Master had heard it clearly.

"Shut up!"

"Don't you all know that the White Tiger Clan are backing the Golden Lion Tribe?" He bellowed in anger.

They immediately began sweating when they remembered it as everyone knew that the White Tiger Clan is one of the four major clans of the Demon Beast World. They are as strong as the four major sects of the Human World. Thus, nobody dared to offend the tribes who were under them.

"Haiz, let's just do what they say." The Young Master shook his head in disappointment.

"We understand," They nodded.

"Ok! You guys can leave." The Young Master waved his hands. He didn't seem to be in a good mood right now.

The Demon Beast World is the perfect example of the cultivation world where the strong eat the weak. Here the tribes frequently battle with each other for resources and territories. As a result, the weaker tribes have to depend on the stronger tribes to survive. This was also the same for their Wolf Tribe, but the Golden Lion Tribe were really bullies.

"Young Master!" Abruptly one of them called out when they were leaving.

"What is it?" The Young Master asked in a cold tone.

"I don't know whether this is important to tell you or not. But a strange bird at the Nascent Soul Stage was roaming above us not long ago. I believe it was sent by someone to scout us," The person replied.

"Oh! Tell me more." The Young Master was interested. He wanted to know who was bold enough to come here?

The person was about to explain when all of a sudden, a tremendous pressure descended from above.

"This.." The Young Master's expression became quite ugly.

"Young Master, let us handle this matter." Without waiting for him to respond, they all rushed out in a hurry.

However, what greeted them made them shell-shocked. They saw a huge fist landing on the barrier above them.

"BOOOM"

The whole barrier shook and cracks were produced. But it managed to hold on and didn't break apart. This made them sigh in relief. Nonetheless, they were still scared. After all, this formation was strong enough to handle a few blows from a Domain Realm Expert. But it still cracked in a single blow.

"Who are you and who sent you?" One of them asked while observing the young man who was standing on the top of a bird.

"Isn't this the same bird we were talking about earlier?" The person who had reported this matter recognized it immediately.

"What? Doesn't this mean that he planned all of this?"

They became wary and even took out their weapons.

"Humph, you are not qualified to talk with me. Bring the person behind you." Davion spoke arrogantly.

Since he knew that there were no Domain Realm Experts here, he was quite confident. Even if there was someone, he wouldn't back away. This was because he really wanted to fight with them. Actually, he wanted to see the true strength of his Heavenly Body.

"You.."

"How can you be so disrespectful? Don't you know whose territory you are in?" Their faces became red from anger.

"Hehe, did I come to the wrong place? I am sure I saw ugly wolves here." Davion mocked them.

"Fuck you"

They couldn't take it anymore. They were about to rush out of the barrier when they heard a calm voice coming from behind their backs.

"Stop."

"Young Master, why are you here?" They paused in mid-air and waited for his answer.

"He is not someone you all can deal with." He answered while gazing at Davion intently.

"But.." They wanted to say something, but he cut them off.

"Stay back. Let me deal with this matter." He ordered and stood infornt of them.

Seeing this young man, Davion was a bit surprised. It seemed like there were no Domain Realm Experts here.

"Sir, who could you be?" The Young Master asked politely. He knew that the person ahead of him was really strong and wasn't sure he could beat him. So, he didn't want to have an unnecessary fight. Not only that, the person who came here alone must have some powerful background.

"He is smart." Davion thought after seeing his reaction.

"I am Davion from the White Tiger Clan." He introduced himself while releasing a small portion of his bloodline power.

His blood boiled vigorously and a red aura was emitted from him. This aura slowly took the shape of a tiger and then it looked at them ferociously.

"This.." The six men felt suffocated and found it difficult to breathe. The Young Master saw this and became solemn.

"If not for my ancestral bloodline, I would also be in the same condition as them," he muttered.

"Sir, you are scaring them. Why don't you take back your aura?" He suggested.

"Humph" Davion scoffed and took it back.

"Too scary." The six men cowered in fear and stood behind the Young Master by lowering their heads. They felt shame thinking about how arrogant they were earlier.

"Sir, what brings you here?" The Young Master didn't know why someone from the White Tiger Clan would come here.

"You dare to question me without introducing yourself?" Davion continued to act and tried to rile up this Young Master. He wanted to check what was so special about him. After all, he didn't seem to suffer from his bloodline suppression.

The Young Master's hand shook in anger. The same goes for the men behind him. Even though they were frightened of him, they couldn't stand someone disrespecting their Young Master. Nevertheless, they didn't dare to act recklessly as they knew their place.

"Sir, I am Anders, the young master of the Wolf Tribe."