The Messy Crypt
“Master Jiao, are you sure you want me to stab you?”
Fang Ping held the short sword. The sword vibrated in his hand, light as air, giving Fang Ping the impression that he was holding nothing at all.
Divine weapons are really different from the rest.
The Jiao didn’t reply. Well actually the Jiao can’t talk, so of course it didn’t reply
The Jiao simply looked at the short sword. Many choice words ran through Fang Ping’s mind. The Jiao is really intent on making Old Huang into the black sheep.
But the main problem is: are the Jiao’s schemes useful?
Or is it just because Fang Ping has forgotten about a certain detail - maybe that’s why he doesn’t understand what the Jiao is trying to do?
Suddenly, Fang Ping stopped hesitating. He picked up the short sword and jabbed it at the Jiao.
This time, he didn’t put as much strength behind it. He was afraid that the Jiao would spook from the pain and swallow him whole,
But in the end….the short sword slipped on the Jiao’s hard scales. The Jiao’s golden armor didn’t even get scratched.
Dissatisfied, the Jiao slapped its claw down. Once again, Fang Ping sank into the ground.
“Hey! You’re the one who asked for it!”
Fang PIng gritted his teeth and forcefully stabbed the sword at the Jiao!
BOOM!
An explosive sound rang out. Fang Ping backed up a few steps from the force of the impact. The Jiao’s eyes betrayed a hint of ridicule, as if saying: you wanted to break through our defenses with just this?
T/N: here the Jiao is using the royal ‘we’/’us’ pronoun
Even when another human is holding the dumb tree’s weapon, it’s still not the same when the human’s strength is too weak.
The Jiao is laughing at him!
Fang Ping swore under his breath. Fine, you’re laughing at me? Fine. Then I won’t hold back anymore!
He stabbed it two more times. The Jiao didn’t even make a peep, which made Fang Ping even angrier.
A stream of Heaven and Earth power appeared on Fang Ping’s palm….before Fang Ping quickly extinguished it.
The anger has been getting to his head. Why the heck did he use Heaven and Earth power?
As expected, when he looked at the Jiao, he saw the glint of surprise in the Jiao’s eyes. Its giant mouth opened hungrily with the desire to devour.
“I knew it….I’m such a dumbass!”
Fang Ping’s head hurt with the knowledge that he fucked up.
“Screw it! Let’s just stab it a couple hundred times and then deal with my stupidity later!”
Once Fang Ping had convinced himself to overlook his mistake, an abundance of Heaven and Earth power rushed out once more, and Fang Ping began chopping at the Jiao!
POW!
The Jiao didn’t even bother to block. It let Fang Ping stab, slice, and chop as much as he liked, but….even with the Heaven and Earth power, all that Fang Ping managed to do was make a tiny, almost indiscernible hole in the Jiao’s hide. This time, the Jiao understood: apparently the chef is also a good-for-nothing. It was a mistake to depend on him.
In the next moment, the shortsword levitated.
Then, with a flash of gold, the shortsword pierced through the Jiao’s scales. Golden colored blood began to drip from the wound.
The Jiao’s eyes showed a hint of dismay, but it didn’t hesitate. The shortsword repeatedly injured the beast. Fang Ping even saw several golden bones being sliced!
“So vicious!”
Fang Ping was awestruck. Are these demon beasts really as dumb as the humans believed?
This Jiao’s intelligence is nothing to scoff at.
Fang Ping became more certain. The Jiao is definitely scheming something!
But why does the Jiao have to injure itself to such an extent? Who….no, what does it want to trick?
And why was the Jiao so fixated on using this particular sword? Whatever the Jiao is planning, it must have something to with this sword.
“Who did this divine sword belong to?”
One thought after the next rose in Fang Ping’s mind as he watched the Jiao mutilate itself.
This beast is crazy!
Not only did it slice clean through some of its golden bones, but it also broke some of its own internal organs! It even went as far as mutilating its giant, golden head.
Watching as the Jiao’s breathing became weaker and weaker, Fang Ping felt the stirring of impulse as he thought: this...if Old Huang came out now, would he be able to kill this Jiao?
Even though he’s lived through the few encounters that he’s had with the Jiao, but Fang Ping was still feeling spiteful from being used as a human kite. Naked.
Just as Fang Ping sank deep into thought, the Jiao stopped its movements.
Fang Ping immediately stopped the reckless line of thought. He stared at the shortsword, still levitating in midair. The Jiao couldn’t be thinking of taking the shortsword for itself, right?
The Jiao really did want to take the shortsword - it wanted the take the sword and Fang Ping both!
In the next moment, the Jiao leapt into the air, taking Fang Ping with it as it flew towards the Hedgehog Beast’s Ridge.
From afar, Huang Jing made an ‘I knew it’ expression. This time, he lost the gamble!
The Jiao really didn’t intend to trade Fang Ping for the short sword. It was all a ruse to trick Haung Jing into giving it the divine weapon.
A little while after the Jiao had left, Huang Jing got up from his hiding spot and followed the Jiao.
….
Hedgehog Beast’s Ridge.
Once Fang Ping dropped to the ground, the Jiao immediately let the sword loose. The seventh tiered denim beast’s body was pierced countless times.
The tunnel leading deep underground was also destroyed by the Jiao.
Just as Fang Ping was guessing at what the Jiao will do next, shortsword suddenly drifted to a stop in front of Fang Ping.
In the next moment, the Jiao’s spiritual energy weaved itself into an intricate map of a forest.
“Master, do you want me to go to your home and wait for you?”
The Jiao’s displayed an ‘of course’ expression. Next, a beam of spiritual energy enveloped Fang Ping, seeping deep into Fang Ping’s body.
Fang Ping’s expression changed and changed again. Bitch, what are you doing?
Very quickly, a piece of Fang Ping’s vitality was extracted, and the Jiao collected it into its golden horn.
This chef is a little bit useful!
He could actually hide from the Jiao's search ability!
Just because of this, the Jiao decided not to swallow him. More importantly - the chef appeared to have gone up a rank!
After finishing its task, the Jiao’s movements became even weaker.
In the nest moment, ignoring Fang Ping completely, the Jiao flied a wobbly path to the Hundred Beast Forest. It’s going to look for backup, and also to send a message to the Forbidden Lands while its at it - the dumb tree is hunting the Jiao, the messenger has been killed, the guardian is dead, the Jiao barely escaped with its life…
It doesn’t matter if it’s real or not. The Jiao will make it into reality - the dumb tree is now the Jiao’s mortal enemy!
In this sort of situation, will the Forbidden Lands still restrain the Jiao from seeking revenge?
This type of feud, even if King stage warriors appeared, they wouldn’t be able to put a stop to it.
The Jiao left!
It just left like that!
Fang Ping stared dumbly after it for a moment, before hurriedly collecting the short sword. This demon beast has left, but where was it going?
Directly ahead, is the Hundred Beasts Forest.
The Jiao harmed itself so badly, why is it going to the Hundred Beasts Forest immediately after?
Just as Fang Ping stood, frozen in though, Huang Jing appeared.
Huang Jing’s breath came in short puffs as he panted from the excursion. “Let’s go!”
“Headmaster, this….what exactly is going on?”
“How am I supposed to know!”
Huang Jing was also going crazy. He’s completely baffled.
The divine weapon is still in Fang Ping’s hand.
The Jiao wasn’t doing it to get the divine weapon!
But if it wasn’t trying to take the divine weapon, what the heck was it trying to do?
Huang Jing’s eyes lit up when he spotted the corpse of that demon beast from the corner of his eyes. Fang Ping hurried to explain: “Headmaster, don’t move, the Jiao is trying to do something. If we move anything, it’ll know for sure that we did it, and then the Jiao might get angry enough to hunt us until the City of Hope.”
“Trying to do something…”
Seeing that the Jiao is already a long way gone, Fang Ping spoke hurriedly: “Let’s leave this place first. The Jiao is probably in the middle of acting out its schemes. There’s a high chance that it’ll be bringing some demon beasts back here to witness this scene. We’ve got to leave NOW! And also - headmaster, did you see Qin Feng Qing?”
“No, you?”
“Me neither.”
Huang Jing’s head pounded with an oncoming headache.
What the hell was he supposed to do now?
“Then the energy stones?”
“Oh, I hid those. We can always come back for them later. Headmaster, we should really leave.”
“Alright!” Huang Jing replied. Then he suddenly shouted: “Qing Feng Qing! Let’s go!”
He roared the name repeatedly, until a figure appeared on top of a faraway hill. Qin Feng Qing’s expression showed his elatedness. He had a large sack on his back, and when the headmaster spotted him, Qin Feng Qing thundered back his reply: “Let’s leave!”
Then he turned around, and without looking back, began running out of the mountain ranges.
Huang Jing breathed a sigh of relief, before snatching Fang Ping up and chasing after Qin Feng Qing.
Soon, he caught up to him. Looking at Qin Feng Qing’s bag, Huang Jing wrinkled his brow and asked: "Energy stones?”
Qin Feng Qing’s giant bad is suspicious!
Qing Feng Qing replied with a giant grin as he grabbed a fistful of Haung Jing’s robes: "It's nothing, it’s nothing at all. After I was hunted last time by the demon beasts for taking some energy stone, I had the idea of getting someone to line the inside of my bag with the energy crustals.”
Huang Jing felt his head ache pound at his temples. This sonuvabitch has really got some neat tricks up his sleeve!
The giant bag was filled to the brim. Even with the insulating layer of energy crystals sewn into the bag’s lining, Huang Jing could still feel the stirring of energy emanating from the contents of the bag.”
Just as he was about to ask more questions, Haung Jing suddenly paused. His expression shifted dramatically as he turned to look back!
“Something’s wrong.”
Huang Jing muttered to himself.
A hundred miles away, an oppressive force exploded into the air!
This sort of power is way beyond the scope of a seventh or eight tier warrior.
This is the power of a ninth tier!
“One...Three...Five!”
Haung Jing’sface drained of color as he exclaimed in horror: "There's five fo them! Five ninth tier warriors! Let’s hurry up and leave! Something went horribly wrong!”
Just as he cried out his alarm, two streaks of the oppressive energy diverted from the rest and began to move towards their direction with tremendous speed.
Haung Jing’s expression changed and twisted rapidly. He seized Fang Ping and Qin Feng Qing and ran for his life. But in front of them, coming straight from the direction of the City of Demon Flowers, were two more ninth tiers warriors!
One after another, like dominoes in a chain reaction….
Right after Huang Jing managed to leave, the entire crypt became a giant mess!
Huang Jing gave Fang Ping a death glare. Fang Ping wanted to cry, it’s not his fault!
“Headmaster! The Jiao did it!”
“I know!”
Haung Jing’s expression was ugly to the extreme as he flew toward the City of Hope. He gritted his teeth in anger as he scolded Feng Ping and Qi Feng Qing: “You little brats….you fucked up big time!”
At the moment, from all around, the powerful presence of high tier warriors rose one after the next!
One by one, the aura of ninth tiers pierced the entire Demon Capital’s crypt!
And that’s not the worst of it! The anger of the five King Stages from the Hundred Beast Forest had incited responses from other areas!
In this type of situation, a single spark can ignite a war.
And most importantly….the City of Hope has most likely dissolved into chaos already! The pressure from dozens of ninth tiers suddenly acting up - it’s near impossible for the city to maintain calm and order amidst this type of drastic change.
If Huang Jing could, he would teleport right now. But he cant. This sort of thing, if they don’t explain it clearly, the entire country may dissolve into mayhem!
Huang Jing gave the two of them another death glare. These two idiots. Huang Jing’s never going to enter the crypt with them again! He would rather clobber himself to death before he voluntarily chooses to go into the crypt with them again!
It was so simple, just dig two tiny mines…. and then the two of them managed to create this sort of mess out of such a simple task!
Fang Ping felt so wronged: “It’s not me! Headmaster, stop looking at me like that! It’s all Qin Feng Qing’s fault for reporting wrong information! And who the heck could predict that this would happen! …..and, and I didn’t even go to the City of Demon Flowers!”