Chapter 47: "Qiu Brother, you're being presumptuous."

Chapter 47: "Qiu Brother, you're being presumptuous."

"Not enough? Here's ten more."

A young man standing behind Ma Yinxue, with a mocking expression, also took out ten porcelain bottles from his Storage Ring and threw them on the ground: "I heard from Xue Jie that you worked hard for over ten days as a laborer to earn a portion of potion. Are you feeling so moved by your own efforts that you're giving it away?"

"How about it?"

Ma Yinxue, with her arms crossed, looked at Fat Dragon with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, and said, "Is there a fire burning inside you now? Are you feeling very angry and frustrated? That's exactly how I felt every time I asked you for money to buy a pack. I was as stifled as you are now."

"But then what? Do you have the courage to get angry?"

"Yes."

Ma Yinxue then took out another Storage Bag from her Storage Ring and threw it at Fat Dragon's feet, mocking him, "Inside this bag, there are some used clothes of mine, which I'm giving to you as a reward. It's also a memento for you."

"Huff."

Fat Dragon took a deep breath and then slowly turned to look at the several young men standing behind Ma Yinxue, all with angry expressions. Suddenly, he burst into laughter, "So, you're all pursuing Ma Yinxue?"

"Do you want me to tell you about Ma Yinxue's favorite play style? So that you won't be at a loss when you finally catch her."

"I'm already bored of it."

"You're holding onto her like a precious treasure. It's really quite funny."

"Hey—"

"She's really not obedient!"

"You're looking for a beating!"

As the words fell, the five young men standing behind Ma Yinxue could no longer bear it. Their spiritual energy surged, and they drew out their Spirit Armaments, charging towards Fat Dragon with hideous expressions and roaring with rage.

"I didn't want to waste my spiritual energy before entering the secret realm, but if you insist on dying, I can't be blamed!"

"No one can save you today!"

Fat Dragon smirked, took a step back, and stood behind Chen Qiu, tilting his head and shrugging, "This is my boss, Qiu Brother."

"Ai."

Chen Qiu sighed lightly, feeling a bit helpless. When he first met Fat Dragon, he knew that he had a foul mouth, but he didn't remember it being this bad. This level of aggression was a bit too much.

It was a bit heartless.

However, Ma Yinxue was also quite aggressive, and the two of you were quite a match when you were together.

He took a step forward, blocking Fat Dragon, and casually threw out five defensive talismans, "Golden Bell Defense Scrolls". Instantly, five golden light shields enveloped him, and the men's Spirit Armaments struck the golden light, creating a series of metallic clanging sounds.

Only two golden lights shattered.

Then he looked at the several men who were already red-eyed and sighed, "Since ancient times, heroes have often died for beautiful women. The saying that a beauty is a source of disaster is something you might understand in your next life."

The next second—

The Heavenly Mandate Foundation in his Dantian began to spin rapidly.

Seventy or eighty bolts of lightning, each as thick as seven feet, appeared out of thin air beside Chen Qiu. Countless lightning flashes surged around him, and petals of lightning flowers enveloped these men!

The entire process took only an instant!

Foundation Establishment Stage spells are mostly cast with a thought, without the need for incantations or hand gestures.

These men had never seen such a spectacle, and they forcibly stopped in their tracks, their faces changing as they hastily activated all their defensive talismans and Spirit Treasures, quickly retreating. But Chen Qiu's "Thunder Summoning Art" was an enhanced version.

It was powerful and numerous.

There was nowhere to escape.

"Boom!!!

A series of deafening explosions, like firecrackers going off, filled the air. After the thunderous rumbling, the ground within several zhang of Chen Qiu had turned charred black, and scattered, charred human bones lay on the ground.

No clothes, no flesh.

It was clean and tidy.

These men were dead beyond dead, and only Ma Yinxue, with a terrified expression, remained, sitting on the ground, her body visibly weakened, and she had even forgotten to run away.

"I seem to have used too much."

Chen Qiu looked at the Heavenly Mandate Foundation in his Dantian, which had lost a tenth or so of its spiritual energy, and nodded thoughtfully. This was the first time using the "Thunder Summoning Art" in actual combat, and he wasn't sure how many bolts it would take to kill someone. To be safe, he had used a bit too much.

Now it seemed that the damage had overflowed.

He estimated that perhaps thirty or forty bolts would have been enough.

His combat experience was still too lacking.

He needed to cut down more people to cultivate his combat experience.

As for the onlookers who had made space to watch the spectacle, their expressions gradually froze. They could sense the spiritual energy of the man, and they knew that he was only a first-layer Foundation Establishment cultivator.

He had just advanced to the Foundation Establishment Stage.

But the power of the "Thunder Summoning Art" was clearly not that of a Foundation Establishment Stage first layer. It possessed the might of a sixth layer practitioner!

Moreover, at most, a Foundation Establishment Stage first layer cultivator could only release this kind of spell three or four times before their spirit energy would be exhausted. Yet, this man had unleashed it seventy or eighty times in one go?

Are you kidding me?

Do you have enough spirit energy in your dantian to play around like this? How could a first layer cultivator possibly store so much spirit energy in their dantian?

Yet another monstrous talent capable of fighting above his rank.

Many in the crowd took a few steps back, this thought flashing through their minds.

Among them, Zhao Yishi, who stood out like a crane among chickens with his towering height of several dozen zhang, looked down at the scene before him. His mouth twitched uncontrollably, and he couldn't help but retreat a few steps himself. Only then did he take out a telecommunication talisman from the gap between his massive fingernails. He carefully infused spirit energy into the sesame-sized talisman and whispered into it.

"Sect Master, can I not participate in this Celestial Path Secret Realm? There's a monster in this secret realm, and I can't beat him. I might die."

"Bullshit!!!"

Angry roars soon came from the other side of the telecommunication talisman: "This time, even if the heavens collapse, you must enter. The sect has spent a vast amount of resources to cultivate you, and yet, with your huge size, you're as timid as a mouse, avoiding battles every time!"

"The sect has already dispatched five old inner sect disciples at the sixth layer of Foundation Establishment to protect you. What are you still afraid of!"

"This time, you must go in. The fact that you have the pink entry, 'Skyward Titan', proves that you are a person of great fortune. The opportunities that belong to you can only be sought by you yourself. The sect can only provide assistance; it's impossible for the sect to handle everything for you, right?"

"This time, not only must you find the opportunities that belong to you, but you must also fight with other sect disciples as much as possible. Your combat experience is too lacking. If you keep on slacking like this, don't even think about eating your fill again!"

"If I had known that my appetite would increase along with my size, I definitely wouldn't have let the sect cultivate me!"

"Have you ever calculated how many spirit stones you consume in a single meal?"

"You're almost eating me into bankruptcy!"

"Oh."

Zhao Yishi crushed the telecommunication talisman in his hand with a sullen expression. 'Slacking' and 'bankruptcy' were new terms that had recently emerged in the capital, and new terms like these would pop up from time to time over the past few years.

What a lousy sect, not even feeding their disciples enough. No wonder they drop in the sect rankings year after year.

If I had known, I would have switched sects back then.

"Yes, sir."

Fat Dragon, with a sigh, took out the "Dragon Slayer" long saber from his embrace and walked up to Ma Yinxue, who was sitting on the ground: "Look, my backer is even more impressive."

"Heavenly Dao only forbids using coercive means to force one to give their heart or body. It didn't say anything about killing you, right?"

"That's right—"

"In your next life, don't slander me like you just did. I've never smelled your stinky feet."

Just as Fat Dragon was about to bring the blade down.

Chen Qiu suddenly realized something, his expression turning strange: "Fat Dragon, did she just call you Fat Dragon?"

"Yeah, what's up, Qiu Brother?"

"Didn't you say that Fat Dragon was the name you gave yourself later, saying something about being a dormant dragon?"

". . ."

Fat Dragon's mouth twitched slightly, and the blade in his hand suddenly slashed through the air, leaving a bloody trail in the sky. Only then did he turn around, sheathe his blade, and look at Chen Qiu with a serious expression: "That's not important, Qiu Brother."

"If you must know, I can only say that I was also called Fat Dragon before."

"Your face seems to have many stories to tell."

"You could even see that?"

"Yes, and your blade didn't kill her. She's still breathing."

"Oh, it's been a long time since I've killed anyone. My hand is a bit rusty. Let me add a few more slashes."

Fat Dragon quickly turned around and swung the blade in his hand again, and then he took a few deep breaths: "That's better. Damn it, being slandered by you, I almost lost my innocence."

"Fat Dragon."

"Yeah?"

"After you parted ways with her, did you really hide in the corner at night, fantasizing about the scenes of being with her, like she said?"

"Qiu Brother, you're being presumptuous."

"Being presumptuous again?"

"Yeah."

(End of Chapter)

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