The daily life of the crew of "Beasts".

In ancient times,

The Yellow Emperor fought a great battle with Chi You.

During the continuous wars, the Yellow Emperor had an army that made great achievements, called the Pixiu Legion.

This army consists of elite soldiers, led by the mythical creature Pixiu, who appear and disappear without a trace, often catching the enemy off guard as if they were appearing out of thin air.

The battle raged for an unknown duration, until finally the two sides clashed in the Battle of Zhuolu.

Historically known as the Battle of Zhuolu.

Blood soaked the earth, corpses littered the ground, each body's face contorted in a grotesque grimace, the knife still embedded in the enemy's body, sending chills down one's spine at the sight.

A gust of wind blew by, carrying the stench of blood far away, attracting countless wild beasts, but they only dared to watch from afar and dared not cross the line.

Above the battlefield,

The wails of vengeful ghosts and evil spirits echoed throughout the area, and even the wind that passed through carried a sinister chill.

Deathly energy spreads, resentment breeds, and evil spirits are born.

In the pile of corpses,

A battered soldier breathed his last, his eyes wide open in fury, filled with resentment.

A powerful obsession fueled a resentment within the soldier's soul.

A chilling wind swept through, and the surrounding deathly aura gathered together, giving birth to an evil spirit that glared resentfully at the survivors on the battlefield.

With a flicker of its semi-transparent body, the evil spirit drifted toward the surviving enemy soldiers, even in death, it transformed into a vengeful ghost to claim their lives.

A terrifying aura descended, causing the evil spirit to tremble. Its spirit form became even more transparent, and it stiffly turned around to see a blood-red beast staring at it.

With a roar, the beast pounced and devoured the terrified evil spirit in one gulp.

In an instant,

The wailing and howling of ghosts and wolves rang out.

The evil spirits floating above gathered and glared angrily at the beast standing on the pile of corpses.

Surrounded by shrill screams, the beast looked up impatiently at the evil spirit in the air. If it weren't for its inability to fly, these creatures wouldn't be alive.

Frustrated by the noise, the beast roared again, causing several weaker evil spirits to tremble and nearly collapse. Seeing that even staying away risked death, the remaining evil spirits scattered and dared not rely on their ability to fly to make a scene.

The surroundings quieted down, and the beast stepped over the corpses as it descended from the pile of bodies. A soldier stepped forward and knelt on one knee.

"General Bixie, the remaining soldiers have been assembled and the number of casualties has been counted..."

At this point, the soldier paused for a moment before continuing in a heavy tone.

"More than half of the dead and wounded, and the rest were all injured."

Bixie paused, then gave a soft "hmm" and continued walking towards the center of the battlefield. He was going to find the Yellow Emperor. The battle was over, and he didn't know where to go.

A brutal battlefield,

Bixie walked step by step on the blood-red earth, his body crisscrossed with wounds of all sizes, his soft fur matted together with blood, it was hard to tell whether it was the blood of his enemies or his own.

Bixie walked silently past a corpse. Various hideous and terrifying mutilated corpses lay on the ground, but he seemed to ignore them, as if he had long been used to it.

Suddenly,

A sword stuck in the ground came into Bixie's sight. The sword was surrounded by a murderous aura that was almost solidified, which was probably due to the slaughter of countless lives.

Bixie stopped and stared blankly at this obviously extraordinary divine weapon.

"Isn't this Chi You's sword? Hmm... it must have been knocked here during the battle, right?"

In the blink of an eye, Bixie stepped forward, bit the hilt of the sword, and with a flick of his head, pulled the sword out.

The blade hummed as it cut through the air, and blood dripped from the blade, revealing a cold glint.

Bixie continued walking forward with the sword in his mouth, and Yinglong's massive figure was already vaguely appearing in his field of vision.

"Let's take the sword to the Yellow Emperor and let him decide how to handle it."

At the center of the battlefield,

Yinglong lay quietly, his body covered in wounds. He had wings on his back and was covered in golden scales. His long, narrow eyes looked around with majesty.

However, Yinglong looked extremely tired at this moment. He had killed Chiyou in the battle just now, but he himself was also seriously injured.

Within the shadow cast by Yinglong's body, a human holding a sword leaned against him.

This man had a thick beard and, like Yinglong, had suffered a serious injury; he was none other than the Yellow Emperor.

What should be done with Chi You's body?

Yinglong exhaled a strong gust of air from his nostrils, and looked down at the Yellow Emperor at his feet, a hint of respect appearing in his golden vertical pupils.

"Give him a proper burial. After all, he's an old rival. Let him have some dignity in the end."

The Yellow Emperor opened his weathered eyes.

Before the man and the dragon lay a corpse clad in heavy armor, with a hole the size of a bowl in its chest, caused by the Yinglong's claws.

The corpse was named Chi You in life.

A red figure appeared in the distance and quickly approached. Yinglong stood up slightly and looked over warily. After confirming that it was a beast, he relaxed and continued to rest.

Bixie leaped several times and arrived in front of Huangdi and Yinglong. He spat out the divine sword in his mouth and asked directly.

"I found Chi You's sword, what should I do?"

Gazing at the gleaming divine sword, the Yellow Emperor pondered for a moment, then looked at Bixie with a faint smile on his face.

"This sword has slaughtered countless lives and is extremely malevolent. If it is not properly protected, it may bring disaster. In that case, it shall be entrusted to General Bixie. You are a Pixiu, with the ability to slay demons, eliminate evil, and ward off evil. You will surely be able to handle it properly."

Yinglong turned his head to watch the conversation between the Yellow Emperor and Bixie. With each breath, the air from his mouth blew over the man and the beast.

Bixie's hair flew up, his expression slightly dazed. He turned to look at the divine sword, a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

"But if I take the sword back, what will happen to Tianlu..."

When the other Pixiu was mentioned, the smile on the Yellow Emperor's face stiffened slightly, but he quickly straightened up and returned to normal.

"Let him eat it, it's fine. This sword is a divine weapon and not easily digested. As long as the evil energy doesn't dissipate, it can survive inside the Pixiu's belly."

Yinglong narrowed his eyes, noticing a fleeting unnaturalness on the Yellow Emperor's face. He then grinned and let out a thunderous laugh.

"Hahahaha, Emperor Huangdi, everyone here knows you well, so there's no need for you to put on airs."

Bixie nodded in agreement; he wasn't used to the Yellow Emperor's pedantic way of speaking.

The Yellow Emperor could no longer contain himself. He drew his long sword and pointed it at Yinglong's head.

"Can't you give me any face? I'm the tribal chief, after all!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

Yinglong laughed loudly, his voice echoing for miles around. Although he respected the Yellow Emperor, that did not change the fact that they were also close friends.

The laughter subsided, and Yinglong looked down at the Yellow Emperor with a teasing expression.

"Face? Wasn't Bai Ze already squandered it all?"

The strong wind that Yinglong exhaled as he spoke made the Yellow Emperor's beard fly wildly, and he secretly gritted his teeth.

"Bai! Ze!"

Behind the battlefield,

In the strategist's tent,

Bai Ze suddenly sneezed, and looked up in bewilderment.

Who's thinking about me?

Using his ability to perceive everything, Bai Ze's body stiffened involuntarily.

"It's the Yellow Emperor... Maybe I should find a chance to slip away quickly, lest that guy come after me later."

The setting sun cast a blood-red hue over the sky, adding to the already tragic atmosphere of the battlefield.

Somewhere on the battlefield,

Hundreds of soldiers sat on the ground to rest. A figure walked from afar. When the soldiers saw the newcomer, all of them, except for those who had difficulty moving, stood up and knelt on one knee.

"Hello, General!"

Hundreds of people roared simultaneously, perfectly synchronized, their power overwhelming.

Against a blood-red backdrop, Bixie walked step by step with his back to the setting sun, and spoke calmly.

"Well, get up."

The soldiers stood up as ordered, and Bixie stood before them.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Bixie looked at the soldiers who had fought alongside him on the battlefield, took a deep breath, and spoke in a clear voice with a sharp gaze.

"Let's go back to the tribe!"

"promise!"

All the soldiers responded in unison, their voices filled with excitement.

Bixie took a step forward, preparing to say something, but at that moment, a soldier in the front row suddenly stepped forward and knelt down on one knee again.

"The Evil-Repelling General!"

He paused his exorcising motion briefly, but his expression remained unchanged.

"What's the matter?"

The soldier looked up, his gaze fixed intently on the evil spirit.

"Will the general leave?"

In the blink of an eye, all the soldiers' eyes were focused on Bixie, their eyes filled with trepidation.

Without answering immediately, Bixie surveyed the soldiers he had personally trained. He had previously discussed this issue with the Yellow Emperor, and his decision was…

"I have nowhere to go, so naturally I stay."

The atmosphere suddenly relaxed, and a few sighs of relief could be heard from among the soldiers. Bixie lowered his eyes and looked at the soldiers in front of him, his voice as usual.

"Any thing else?"

"That's all." The soldier lowered his head. "I disrupted discipline, and I'll accept my punishment when I get back."

After saying this, the soldier stood up and retreated back to his ranks.

After the minor incident, the members of the Bixie organization prepared to return to their tribe. He took two steps back, enlarged his body, and opened his blood-red maw. Without hesitation, the soldiers jumped in.

This is precisely why their Pixiu army comes and goes without a trace. They use the space in the Pixiu's stomach to transport troops. Although there is a risk of them being digested, as long as Tianlu sends the soldiers out of the Pixiu's belly in time, there is no worry.

Time goes by,

Returning to the modern-day Caiyun Mountain,

After recounting how he obtained Chi You's sword, Bixie looked at Zhanhu, whose expression was not good.

"Hmph! If my lord hadn't left me behind, how could you possibly have won!"

Zhan Hu turned his head away, his voice sounding somewhat muffled.

"The Yellow Emperor told me that Chi You spared you because he knew he was doomed to defeat."

Bixie bluntly stated the truth.

The air instantly became oppressive, the atmosphere so heavy that apart from the Evil-Repelling Beast and the War Tiger, the other beasts didn't even dare to breathe.

Just as tensions were about to rise,

Yue Tian's eyes darted around and he spotted a few figures that had just appeared at the end of the path. Overjoyed, he immediately raised his paw, pointed, and shouted.

"Look! The directors and the others are here!"