I'll Surpass The MC

Chapter 299 Inala Takes Action

It transformed its stomach into a biome and swallowed all the Prana Bombs—containing the Mystic Mist Elixir—that he spat out. He was merely using the Prana Bombs as handy containers to store around and transport the Mystic Mist Elixirs.

While Nurnur wasn't paying attention, the Empyrean Zinger Scout leaped out of the stone house's window and glided down the mountain, quickly reaching the mine's entrance. During the Death Hour, to prevent the Pranic Beasts from barging into the mine, the Cooter Clansmen laid down a wall of mist as a form of protection.

They would also cover the island with mist, ensuring the Pranic Beasts would stay put obediently and not run amok, since their detection means would be suppressed to the extreme within the mist.

As it was energy-draining to cover the entire island with the mist, right as the Death Hour ends, the Cooter Clansmen would retract it.

Right on time, the mist wall sealing the mine entrance vanished as the Death Hour ended, allowing the Empyrean Zinger Scout to enter it. That night, many people received a Mystic Mist Elixir. Of course, to prevent anyone from noticing it, the Empyrean Zinger Scout was subtle while delivering it.

It only delivered to those who were alone. For those moving about in groups, it waited until they were alone to give them the Mystic Mist Elixir. It had its work cut out, consuming the excess Prana Bombs in its biome to replenish the Prana necessary to maintain the biome.

Every day, hundreds of Free Humans obtained the Mystic Mist Art. And the containers containing them mysteriously disappeared from their possession.

'It's going well.' Inala thought and smiled while he painted another landscape of Fral island, this time with an abstract style using vibrant colours.

"Now you're just flexing your skills," Wittral complained right as he entered the house.

"Want some tea?" Inala asked and began to prepare some. Wittral instinctively wanted to refuse, but once he inhaled the aroma, he couldn't bear to do so.

Inala finished comprehending a good portion of Lurt's data and, hence became an expert in mixing ingredients. He was simply doing things as Lurt did and the result was spectacular. Wittral couldn't resist, subconsciously arriving promptly at times when Inala routinely brewed tea.

Lurt was a genius Drug Lord who had created his own cultivation technique, succeeding in a single generation. He was an enigma in the field of drugs.

Currently, he was in the Quip Tribe's territory at the Sanrey Plains, being controlled by the Empyrean Zinger King stationed there to refine medicines that bolstered the Quip Tribe's growth.

The more he learnt about Lurt, the more he understood how genius of a move it was to keep Lurt alive. 'He'll keep improving. In the future, right as he creates a second body, I can steal his updated data.'

Without Lurt's Primary Nature, it was impossible to refine drugs and medicines on such a level. But Inala had his own abilities to supplement the lack of the respective Primary Nature. He was able to ingeniously use his Prana Bombs and Life Bombs alongside a bunch of Skills to create a few beneficial medicines.

Mystic Bone Art was indeed a cultivation technique meant to refine the body's bones by using the stomach's digestion capabilities. Hence, there was always a way to use it for any situation. The efficiency varied, but it was possible to succeed.

The dawn, the next day, he took out a bunch of Empyrean Zinger Scouts right as Nurnur left the stone house.

The three Gold Grade Pranic Beasts had begun attacking once again, this time a tad fiercer than before. It was only because Inala had triggered them again. He didn't personally communicate with them, but instead sent an Empyrean Zinger Scout.

It swam through the sea, approached them, hurled expletives at them, and committed suicide.

[Wittral wanted to ask if you three cowards will continue to remain spectators when he makes a meal out of your children?]

That was enough to rile them up once again as they rushed closer to Fral Island. Their actions startled Nurnur. Hence, she retracted the body meant to monitor Inala, for the loss of strength by even a single body would be life and death against a Gold Grade Pranic Beast.

"Haha, finally!" Wittral roared at the challenge and leaped into the Dralh Sea, creating fierce waves as the entirety of the region in a 180-metre radius around him heeded his every command.

"Don't be reckless!" Nurnur shouted right as she recovered her cultivation to the 6-Life Stage and jumped after him, intending to keep him safe.

"I want to rest a little." Zakzak sighed as he too followed after Wittral and Nurnur.

While the two sides fought, Inala began to feed a bunch of Empyrean Zinger Scouts with Prana Bombs and Mystic Mist Elixirs. He had finished preparations and hence it was time to take action.

Every single Empyrean Zinger Scout scaled up the mountain on Fral Island in miniature forms, holding a large volume of items in their stomach biomes. Once they reached the peak, they leaped and began to glide in various directions, heading to different islands scattered nearby on the Dralh Sea.

Their task was the get the Free Humans on other islands to learn the Mystic Mist Art.

"Yawn!" Inala casually exited the stone house and observed the battle between the trio of Wittral, Nurnur, and Zakzak and the three Gold Grade Pranic Beasts. Wittral's side was steadily losing, so it wouldn't be long before they returned to the safety of the island.

Even now, they were fighting it safe and made it a training experience for Wittral. Nurnur and Zakzak ensured none of their bodies sustained any life-threatening injuries.

After observing them for a few seconds, Inala took action. He left behind a puppet of himself to take his place while he took on his male form and ran down the mountain.

In a stone hut built close to the foot of the mountain were two Cooter Clansmen, in charge of the island's mist formation. As it wasn't time for the Death Hour to begin, they were relaxed. Suddenly, a shadow leaped behind them, shocking them.

Before they could react, a dozen Prana Hands slammed into each, with a couple of them taking charge to cover their mouths, muffling their screams. With their Prana being stolen from so many directions, the resulting pain was unbearable, knocking them both unconscious.

"That was quick." Inala nodded as he wiped his sweat. Perched on his body were dozens of Empyrean Zinger Scouts, with each of them wielding four Prana Hands. One moment was all he needed in such close range to knock out his opponents.

They were only at the Body Stage and weren't his match. Inala enveloped the two Cooter Clansmen in a Prana Bomb, activated Internal Inertial Gravity to bend space within and shrink it, and then swallowed it.

Two minutes later, he spat out two puppets, bearing a striking resemblance to the originals, emanating the same presence and Prana signature. Inspecting the details on the two puppets, Inala nodded in praise and disappeared like the wind, not producing the faintest sound.

He was planning to deal with the sixteen Body Stage Cooter Clansmen on Fral Island first and replace them with his puppets.