I Am Your Natural Enemy

It gained a special 'soul', and gained a sense of 'reality.'

This is a crucial aid on its path to changing professions.

But it still lacks another key support right now.

You definitely don't want it to fail the class change and turn back into the old Soul Devouring Beast, right?"

"First Fixed Ability: I Am Your Dad, 16%."

At this point, how could Wen Yan not understand?

After feeding it once, the progress went up by 8%.

This time, feeding it again, and it was even a critical feeding, but it only increased by 6%.

He squatted by the edge of the big pit, beckoning to that tentacle.

The tentacle floated up, lightly touching Wen Yan's hand.

Wen Yan took a clear breath, a hint of determination in his voice, and softly recited,

"I Am Your Dad."

This time, it wasn't spoken with any hint of mockery, but calmly, as if stating a fact.

He'd heard about this days ago, and later looked it up himself in the Scorching Sun Department database.

The same ability, with a different mindset, different thoughts, and different understanding, would result in completely different effects.

But at that time, the records he read all talked about how the same job, and the same ability under that job, showed different effects depending on the person using it—sometimes the difference could be huge.

He actually never thought that even the same person's ability could show different effects.

Like right now.

With a clear understanding and a new mindset, after using his First Fixed Ability, the strong mockery effect was gone.

All he saw was the Soul Devouring Beast's tentacle shining with a moving aura, slowly retracting, gradually vanishing from sight.

Down the wind of the big pit, amid the broken darkness, the dazzling azure light began to contract and dissipate.

Wen Yan could sense that once the Soul Devouring Beast finished digesting the souls it just devoured, it would disappear from here.

No one knew how long that'd last, and he definitely wasn't going to stick around forever keeping watch.

Cleanup should be left to the Scorching Sun Department people; most of them were just regular folks, but when it came to the rest, they were way more pro than Wen Yan.

Wen Yan had other things to deal with.

He took Fake Mo Zhicheng's urn and walked away from the edge of the pit.

Then, grabbing Uncle's Golden Pagoda, he left together with it.

As he walked over, the Scorching Sun Department folks all shuffled back in unison, either turning away or lowering their heads.

One unlucky guy accidentally met Wen Yan's eyes and immediately bent over and started puking his guts out.

Wen Yan was a bit speechless—even his Temporary Ability was gone, so why was this side effect lasting so damn long?

"Minister Cai..."

"Don't come any closer!" Cai Qidong shut his eyes, his face slightly green.

"I mean, if I'm here, none of you can get anything done. Should I just get going? You guys shouldn't have any trouble with the rest, right?"

"No problem, no problem, go home and get some rest!"

"When you saw that Fake Mo Zhicheng earlier, you weren't even this scared. Seriously..." Wen Yan sighed and turned to leave.

Gan Tang followed Wen Yan, looked at the mess, and called out to the deformed corpses behind her,

"Ah Fu, you and your brother take the other eight guys and help them wrap things up. There are so many zombies here, no way they can handle all that. And check out the background here while you're at it."

Once it was clear they were leaving, the Little Zombie Gan Tang was holding grinned ear-to-ear and hopped onto Wen Yan's back, leaving with him.

Gan Tang held Wen Yan's hand and led him into the pool.

Bubbles floated upward, drifting in the darkness of the water.

This time around, you could see Scorching Sun Department people being directed by Wang Xueqi, steering them so they wouldn't get lost in the inky water.

Wen Yan greeted Wang Xueqi.

"You do your thing, I've still got stuff to do—I'll visit you next time."

As they floated away, Wen Yan saw Gan Tang giving Wang Xueqi an odd look, so he explained and then asked,

"Aunt Gan, in this situation, is there a way to get her out of the water? Is there a way to help her get free?"

"You want to help her?"

"She's a good person and helped me out a lot—she's still helping right now. I'm just saying, if there's a way, maybe we can try it."

Gan Tang sized Wen Yan up, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Ah, Aunt Gan, wha... what's so funny?"

"I'm just laughing at how you really are like the Thirteenth Generation. I literally just told you not to mess with the Yellow River God or Water Monarch, and now you're already thinking of meddling in this water system, huh?"

"Uh... surely not?" Wen Yan was a bit dumbfounded.

"It's not the same as on land, I told you this before, right? If you want to free her, and you're not just killing her outright, then you're basically taking someone directly from the local water system Holder—like snatching food out of the tiger's mouth. Of course that's making enemies."

"But didn't they say, there aren't any left here? Never heard of anyone big in this water system."

"Just because they haven't shown up, doesn't mean they don't exist."

"No proper way to do it? Like with some ritual or something?"

"If Water Ghosts were so easy to transcend, we wouldn't have so much trouble. Those so-called rituals are basically just negotiations by the water.

If you talk things over nicely and offer up some tributes, maybe the local Water Vein Holder will give you face, and you can work something out.

But for ordinary people, they're not going to show that kind of respect."

"So..." Wen Yan had never thought this far, or realized things were so complicated.

"So, first you have to show off a bit, then negotiate, and if that falls through, go straight to a fight, and in the end get things settled.

But it's best you don't show your face. Otherwise, if there's a Water God somewhere, you stepping in will just backfire.

The Imperial Court is super strong these days. Let that official from before handle it.

Even if there's a Water God here, for small stuff like this, if he dares not to give face, just build a dam upstream, cut off his water source, redirect the flow, dry it out, then torch his crappy temple."

"..."

Wen Yan blinked, his eyes turning all bright and innocent.

"Aunt Gan, it probably... probably won't come to that, right..."