Engraved Beast Meat!

At night.

Tonight, the Skalan Tribe was very lively. Many beastmen sat around bonfires, with males and females.

There were no lights in the tribe. Their still used fire as a light source. The origin of all things was fire. Sous couldn't help but sigh. Whatever world it was, the source of everything started with a fire.

"Brother Sous, you were the one who killed the Engraved Beast, so you'll be the first to pick the first piece of meat." Mercy was very happy today. A large roasted meat on a huge rack was placed in front of the bonfire.

"Alright." Sous didn't hesitate. The group of children behind him were drooling and staring at him. If he delayed even more, these children would probably start crying.

Seeing the innocent expressions of these children, Sous could not help but become cheerful. Perhaps children could make people happy. Of course, this kind of thing was more adorable when others raised it, but it was different when he raised one himself. The chances of becoming a Demon was too high.

Sous picked up a piece of meat. Smelling the fragrance of the meat, he could not help but take a bite. His mouth was filled with oil.

"Sous, how does it taste?" the kid asked from the side, his big eyes eager to know.

There were still people in front waiting for their turn. They didn't know where the head of the Engraved Beast had gone. They heard that it was taken to be used for the Ritual.

The child's big eyes blinked at Sous, and he was embarrassed. He laughed as he handed the child the meat in his hand. "Would you like a bite?"

To Sous' surprise, the child shook his head and said in a serious manner, as if he were an adult, "This is yours. I can't eat it. I'll go to get my own after the rest have their turn."

Sous was stunned. This child.

"Brother Sous, let's have a toast." Mercy picked up the bamboo quilt and laughed. He was actually very happy today. He had retrieved the beast's head and the female sacrifice. It was all because of Sous.

"Okay."

A mouthful of meat and a mouthful of wine. It was so satisfying.

There were many beastmen surrounding the bonfire, but it was not the entire tribe, only a small portion.

Everyone drank to their heart's content tonight and ate to their heart's content. It wasn't every day that the beastmen could enjoy such a feast.

Then, Sous suddenly thought of what Mercy had said today. If he ate the flesh of a Demon Beast, he would have a chance to obtain a trace of spiritual aura. Would he also have a chance?

It had to be known that with so many people eating, if a strand of spiritual force was present in everyone's body, wouldn't that mean that there would be so many people who could undergo special training?

Was it possible?

Sous remembered that Mercy had said there was a probability, not a percentage.

Whatever. Sous didn't care about that. He was just curious. Was he that lucky?

He felt that his luck was not bad. Otherwise, he would not have transmigrated here, much less become his current self. This was also a manifestation of good luck. If he was unlucky, why would he be here?

"Mercy, if my body produces spiritual energy, how do I refine it?"

Sous was still very curious. Once a person realized that there was a certain "probability", they would take it very seriously. This was a very common psychological reaction. Everyone would feel lucky in their hearts. Would they be the lucky one?

Of course, those who trusted probability were always disappointed.

"Ah, about that, I heard from the great sorcerer that if you want to refine it, you have to find a senior to help you. It's not difficult, you just have to spend some money. Others are willing to help, it's not too difficult, it's just a simple matter. If you really eat spiritual energy, there will be people in our tribe who can help you refine it. These are all trivial matters. Come, continue drinking!"

Another toast.

This wine was not very good. It was a little light and a little turbid. How could it be so clear? Seeing how happy they were drinking, Sous could not help but feel happy.

"I really didn't expect that there would be a day when I would enjoy such a harmonious meal with the beastmen." Sous laughed.

"In the words of you humans, this is fate. Hahaha…"

As he drank, Sous' expression changed slightly.

"Mercy, if you eat spiritual force, what changes will there be?" Sous suddenly became confused.

"Three transformations." Mercy did not mind. Perhaps Sous was also very curious about this. Besides, who wouldn't be curious about this? After all, as long as one could obtain a trace of spiritual energy, one could become a sorcerer or train in sword techniques. Of course, sword techniques did not need spiritual aura. However, there were still differences between swordsmen with spiritual aura, and those that did not.

Swordsmen with spiritual energy could improve quickly and have a high upper limit. They could even become Sword Sages very easily. However, it was different for those without spiritual energy. No matter how they practiced, their progress would be very slow. They might not even be able to become Sword Sages in their lifetime. They could only look up to those who had spiritual energy. They could not be compared to those who had spiritual energy.

Mercy recalled, then pondered. After some thought, he said, "The first change is that it's very simple. People who give birth to spiritual energy will feel very hot inside."

Sous' face changed slightly. 'Really?'

After saying those words, everyone stopped drinking. Instead, they looked at Sous, who had a strange expression on his face. That was because they all knew that Sous' stomach had turned red at this moment, like a piece of red-hot iron.

Mercy was a little confused. Either he had had too much to drink, or it could be that he didn't notice it. He continued, "The second change is that that person's skin will undergo a qualitative change. Spiritual force will wash away the impurities that belong to an ordinary person, and black filth will appear. This is the same situation as you…"

At that, Mercy froze. So did the others, because they saw something dark and black emerge from Sous' body, face, and skin. There was no scent, but it looked as if it had come from mud.

At this moment, Mercy was dumbfounded. He said slowly, "The third scenario is that the eyes of any living creature are the windows to the soul. And they are also the the most obvious. The spiritual force will also shine out from the eyes. The eyes are white and shiny like two moons. Yes, it's exactly what you look like now."

Mercy was like a great prophet who followed the current happenings. When he spoke of these three characteristics, Sous' body was also changing.

When he said his stomach would turn red, Sous' stomach did turn red.

When he said the force would remove impurities, Sous' body removed them.

When he said that the force would be released from his eyes, Sous' eyes lit up.