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The rogue cultivators following them saw Xiao Zuiji brutally kill a Black-skinned Leopard and were slack-jawed.
Holy shit!
A peak Martial Apprentice-level savage beast was unexpectedly smashed to a pulp!
Shua!
Xiao Zuiji ripped the leopard’s chest open with his bare hands, grabbing the crystal core from its heart.
The rogue cultivators felt their blood boiling.
That was a core from a peak Martial Apprentice-level savage beast, it was worth several spirit stones!
Of course, none of them even thought of stealing it, since that would definitely mean death!
Jun Changxiao led his disciples towards the forests.
After stepping into Death Valley, the Epic Mission began the 7 day countdown. Thus, he had to find the four savage beasts of the mission as soon as possible.
Shua, shua!
Once Jun Changxiao left, the rogue cultivators chased on their heels, peeling the Black-skinned leopard’s fur off.
This peak Martial Apprentice savage beast’s fur was more valuable than the Earthly Flame Wolf’s.
Their movements were very slow, annoyingly slow.
“Hurry up, we have to keep up with them.”
“The Ironbone Sect is so strong. We’ll definitely have good things if we scrap-pick!”
These people quickly hurried along, maintaining a certain distance.
Tak.
Suddenly, Jun Changxiao turned around. “Guys, isn’t it a little improper to scrap-pick behind my Ironbone Sect?”
“Hehe.” One of the martial artists unashamedly scratched his head and said, “Sect Head Jun, your Ironbone Sect eats the meat. Is it not okay for us to follow and drink the soup?”
Jun Changxiao said, “You can have the soup, but hand over 1000 taels each. The things my Ironbone Sect does not want, you can have.”
“1000 taels?”
One martial artist was dumbfounded. “Sect Head Jun, isn’t that a little expensive?”
Jun Changxiao said, “If you think it is expensive, you can take the lead and my Ironbone Sect will give you 1000 taels each to scrap-pick behind you.”
“This…”
The people felt their mouths twitching.
They really wanted to agree, since 20 people would be 200,000 taels.
However… they didn’t have the ability to lead!
Jun Changxiao said, “You don’t want to pay, but you want to take advantage of us — there is no such thing in this world. Thus, if you dare follow us again, do not blame this lord for our falling out.”
The disciples coordinated with him, their energies surging!
Having experienced the Ironbone Sect valiantly slaughtering the Earthly Flame Wolves, the rogue cultivators were startled and hastily retreated.
“Sect Head Jun.”
One martial artist said, “I have to give 1000 taels… If I cannot pick enough to cover that, wouldn’t I be a poor fool?”
Jun Changxiao lightly responded, “There is no helping it, since scrap-picking relies on luck.”
Those words really made people dumbfounded.
“We’ll give!”
Having obtained the fur of the black-skinned leopard, one group of martial artists agreed and paid 5000 taels. After all, they had gotten to know the benefits.
Following was a gamble.
Handing 1000 taels each was another gamble!
The more than 30 rogue cultivators, after some struggle, each pulled out 1000 taels.
With 30,000 taels in his pocket, Jun Changxiao reminded them: “Remember, you are scrap-pickers. If you take something you shouldn’t have, it might lead to tragedy.”
“Sect Head Jun, please relax, we won’t take things that don’t belong to us!” the crowd patted their chests in guarantee.
Aowoo-
Suddenly, there was howling.
From the dense fog in front, there were suddenly scarlet red orbs — terrifying!
Crunch, crunch.
From the gloom, wolf beasts larger than the Earthly Flame Wolves walked out.
The air around their bodies seemed to turn scarlet, flames soaring and scarlet pupils sneering.
“Not good, it’s a pack of Scarlet Flame Wolves!”
The rogue cultivators’ faces changed.
Earthly Flame Wolves were generally low-level, around low second or third stage. The Scarlet Flame Wolves were more high-leveled, usually starting at sixth stage!
In other words, each of these Scarlet Flame Wolves were not weaker than an Earthly Flame Wolf King!
Moreover, compared to the Earthly Flame Wolves, Scarlet Flame Wolves were violent and would readily spit out columns of flames!
“It’s over, it’s over!”
“If I had known, I wouldn’t have handed over 1000 taels!”
The rogue cultivators did not care about scrap-picking, nor did they care about their money, rushing towards the exit and entering the canyon corridor.
During this time, no one turned to look behind them. Rather, they wished they could grow two more legs!
“They were scared by this?”
Jun Changxiao scratched at this head. “Did this lord just randomly earn several thousand taels?”
“…….”
The disciples were speechless.
Li Qingyang said, “Sect Head, there are at least 50 Scarlet Flame Wolves. Their strengths aren’t below the Sixth Stage of Martial Apprentice, so it might be a bit difficult.”
“Then what are you all waiting for?”
Jun Changxiao stepped back first, saying, “Hurry up and get into a defensive position!”
Shua, shua!
The disciples quickly looked around, discovering that the left side of the mountain wall went in a little and rushed over.
Roar!
Just as they prepared a defensive formation, there were angry roars.
The Scarlet Flame Wolves, who had been about to attack, heard the roaring and seemed to be suddenly filled with dread, their footsteps slowing down.
Huff!
Towards the end of the wall, a large bear beast seemed to have just woken up, raising its 5 meter tall form and eyes twinkling with an ominous light.
“Mid-second stage, Mountain-Carrying Bear!”
A mid-second stage beast was equivalent to someone at the second stage of Martial Master!
From physique to ominous glare, it was indeed very… chuuni (mid-second) [1]!
“Holy shit!”
Jun Changxiao pulled out the Desert Eagle, about to smite this guy from existence.
At the same time, Ye Xingchen launched himself from the stone walls, flying into the air with his sword in hand.
Shua, shua, shua, shua-
Very quickly, several sword auras filled the air and accurately slammed into the Mountain-Carrying Bear’s chest.
Zhou Hong exclaimed, “30 swords at once!”
Ye Xingchen could previously make 24 swords, but he could now make 30 swords in one breath. Obviously, his comprehension of the First Word: Quick move had improved.
Zhou Hong was a sword cultivator, comprehending the sword daily. But in this past month, he had only gone from 23 swords to 25 swords.
Don’t think that 2 swords was very little. Trade it for another sword cultivator and they might not be able to reach that level after months, years, or even their entire lifetime!
Shua!
Ye Xingchen gracefully landed on the ground.
“My god, Senior Brother Ye’s sword was so quick!”
The outer court disciples exclaimed and praised.
Soon, their expressions stiffened because once the sword glares died down, the Mountain-Carrying Bear seemed to be unaffected, its paws slamming down.
“Senior Brother Ye, watch out!” they cried.
Clang!
At this time, Ye Xingchen smoothly inserted his sword back into its sheath.
As the sound echoed, a number of large wounds appeared on the Mountain-Carrying Bear’s chest — exactly 30 of them!
Tss, tss!
Blood splattered.
With its paws no longer connected to its heart, the gathered strength quickly dissipated. The bear soon toppled over.
Ye Xingchen indifferently sneered, “Vulgar beast.”
“Senior Brother Ye, watch out!”
“Huh?”
Ye Xingchen felt like the sky suddenly darkened for some reason.
Looking up, he realized that the vulgar beast wasn’t falling backwards, wasn’t falling to the left or right, but was fucking collapsing face first!
Huff, huff!
Bang-!
Because Ye Xingchen was acting cool, he wasn’t able to completely avoid the massive beast and was buried under the heavy Mountain-Carrying Bear.
Sir Night Emperor…
How tragic!
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[1] ‘chuuni’, like ‘chuunibyou’; middle school 2nd year syndrome (eighth-grader syndrome)