Eternal Life: My Lifespan Increases Daily

"Do you want to live?" Song Changming suddenly asked.

"You’re not going to kill me?!" The Thunder Wheel Tiger’s ferocious face froze, then it spoke in human language.

"As long as you’re willing to be a traitor to the tigers and work for me, I won’t kill you." Song Changming didn’t beat around the bush and directly gave the condition for survival.

"A traitor to the tigers?" The Thunder Wheel Tiger was a bit confused.

But once it understood what being a traitor to the tigers meant, its despair was joined by a surge of indignation.

Its blood surged as it shouted for Song Changming to kill it, as it would never betray its kin.

Not all demons place their survival instincts above everything else, like this Thunder Wheel Tiger, which did not fear death and had its own principles and code of conduct. Although it appeared as a demon, it possessed significant humanity.

Seeing this, Song Changming did not force it further. He lifted a foot and directly crushed the prepared Thunderbolt of the Thunder Wheel Tiger, stamping heavily on its head.

Boom!

The ground trembled, and the head of the Thunder Wheel Tiger was deeply buried in the rocky ground. Its breath was weak due to heavy injury, but not dead yet.

Song Changming originally thought that if quality wasn’t enough, he would try to solve the problem with quantity, asking the Thunder Wheel Tiger to find more of its kin to "charge" him.

But since this Thunder Wheel Tiger would rather die than comply, Song Changming abandoned that idea.

He flipped his hand, summoning his Thunder Seed. A faint golden thundercloud surrounded the Thunder Seed, which looked like a mini-star.

Song Changming lifted the head of the injured and unconscious Thunder Wheel Tiger. His Thunder Seed drifted into the tiger’s body, starting to absorb the Thunder Energy inside.

Like a goose plucking a feather, though the amount of Anomalous Thunder didn’t impress him, it was better than coming for nothing.

After a moment, when the Thunder Seed couldn’t extract more Thunder Energy, it returned to Song Changming’s body to digest the second type of Anomalous Thunder it acquired.

With the trait of a Thunder Eater, consuming Anomalous Thunder was as easy as eating and drinking, requiring little refinement from him. The Thunder Seed would digest and integrate it.

Song Changming tried to raise a finger.

Zzzla!

A blue-black Thunder Light coiled around his fingertip—it was the Thunderbolt of the Thunder Wheel Tiger!

Just that simple.

The Anomalous Thunder coveted even by the Zhao Family Ancestor was easily within reach for Song Changming, the Thunder Eater.

The Thunderbolt dispersed, and stronger pale yellow Thunder Light emerged.

Comparatively, the intensity was indeed vastly different, as Song Changming expected.

His Golden Thunder could even injure a Martial Arts Grandmaster!

In contrast, this Thunderbolt could barely handle a subpar Demon General.

Shaking his head, Song Changming took one last glance at the casually discarded Thunder Wheel Tiger and leaped away.

He did not kill this Thunder Wheel Tiger, choosing instead to let it live.

Though the other party refused to work for him willingly as a traitor, he had other plans.

He left a faint Thunderbolt mark inside the tiger. As long as the mark remains, he could track the Thunder Wheel Tiger anytime.

If it wouldn’t willingly be a traitor, then it would be one passively.

Half a day after Song Changming left, the Thunder Wheel Tiger slowly awoke, transforming into its demon human form.

It turned out to be a woman clad in black armor.

The woman looked to be in her twenties, with a pair of eyebrows thicker than usual, a more heroic appearance, and long black hair.

"My Thunderbolt?!"

The woman cried out, not even caring about her injuries.

A moment later, she slumped to the ground, her face full of dejection.

"How could this happen..."

Inside her, the Thunderbolt she painstakingly cultivated was now empty.

No, there was still a little left, but compared to her previous Thunderbolt, less than one percent remained.

This depletion was different from typical combat consumption; this time, it felt like someone forcibly extracted it, making recovery nearly impossible!

For their Thunder Wheel Tiger clan, Thunderbolt is their Tao Practice.

Without it, it’s akin to having all cultivation efforts wasted, which was why, despite surviving, she was still dejected.

Her cultivation and strength were gone!

"It’s him!" The woman bared her fangs with hatred.

There was no doubt it was the human who suddenly intruded and injured her.

Though unclear on how he deprived her of her Thunderbolt, their grudge was formed today.

"Damn it! Just you wait!" The woman stood up, leaving limping.

She remembered Song Changming and vowed to return for revenge!

Without stopping, Song Changming swiftly flew back to the Cui Bai Dao region.

At this time, a few people suddenly blocked his path high in the air.

"Who is it?" Song Changming glanced at them and asked casually.

The few exchanged looks, and one cupped his hands, saying, "I am Zhao Qing. May I ask if Marshal Song has seen our Zhao Family Ancestor?"

Song Changming raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "Why ask me where your Zhao family’s ancestor has gone?"

The few were momentarily left speechless.

"Marshal hasn’t seen him?" One couldn’t help but ask again.

The next moment, his expression changed drastically, feeling an overwhelming pressure crushing him, making his whole body tremble.

"Are you the Grand Marshal of the Military Department, or the Great King of the Prince’s Mansion? Do I have to report to you?" Song Changming’s aura was imposing without anger, his words mild yet making their hearts race, increasingly suffocated.

They indeed belonged to the Zhao family, but Song Changming was now the General-in-Chief of the Military Department, long past being a mere civilian or general.

Song Changming indeed lacked a noble family background, but now he was his own support!

"Marshal, I..." The person wanted to explain further, but Song Changming couldn’t be bothered and slapped them back to the ground.

This group of Zhao family members might not really know the purpose of the Zhao Family Ancestor’s actions, yet someone within the Zhao family surely did.

Even the planner of this scheme was someone else.

Since the Zhao Family Ancestor was already killed by him, there was no need to be courteous to the Zhao family.

He flew extremely fast and soon returned to Cui Bai Main City.

However, just as he reached the city, numerous Zhao family members swarmed in.

Among them were the patriarch Zhao Boqi, and even several Zhao Clan Elders, all showing up, alarming many within and outside the city.

They were bewildered, unaware of why so many Zhao family bigwigs suddenly gathered at the city gate.

Yet, Song Changming wasn’t surprised.

Anyone would panic not seeing their ancestor return for days.

He guessed the Zhao family had already been frantically searching for their ancestor and his whereabouts.

But obviously, they wouldn’t find anything.

"What, still planning to act against me at the city’s base?" Song Changming smirked with amusement.

He wondered if the Zhao family indeed dared to catch him in broad daylight again.

In fact, suddenly blocking him seemed like a foolish or hysterical act.

But Zhao Boqi couldn’t be blamed; the Zhao Family Ancestor was too crucial for the family.

If the ancestor truly met with misfortune, it would be catastrophic for the Zhao family!

"Song Changming, where’s our family ancestor!" Zhao Boqi asked sharply, with piercing eyes.

His voice blended, specifically reaching Song Changming’s ears, deliberately avoiding letting bystanders hear.

He was still hesitant to believe Song Changming could kill their family ancestor.

If the ancestor was indeed harmed, he assumed either Song Changming had powerful assistance, or something unexpectedly severe occurred.

"Your ancestor should be at your home, unless hidden in mine," Song Changming retorted mockingly.

Zhao Boqi’s face grew darker, "Let’s be straightforward, what really happened?"

"Dead. I counter-killed him, beheaded him. Are you satisfied with this outcome?" Song Changming finally admitted outright.

"Are you telling the truth?!" Zhao Clan Elder Zhao Butong couldn’t help but step forward, voice filled with questioning, even tinged with urgency.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Just you!" Zhao Clan Elder Zhao Lie, his hair entirely white, pointed at Song Changming, refusing to believe.

In his understanding, even if Song Changming were powerful, how could a Martial Arts Grandmaster lose to an Innate Realm martial artist?

It seemed unreasonable to him.

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