Chapter 28

Chapter 29: The Art of Insults

Everyone knew that the three of them letting the beast escape must have had some ulterior motive, but no one present could figure out what that motive was. Without knowing their true intentions, no one could provide solid evidence to accuse them.

At this moment, the Holy Light Warrior, whose body was almost fully restored with white light, angrily began a new round of accusations against the three. The gist of it was why the three of them didn't cast that spell with sparks flying earlier, which would have saved him from a severe blow that nearly cost him his life.

His handsome Spanish-style mustache danced up and down with his mouth and spittle.

Anyone who, after receiving a fatal blow, realizes that their teammates could have cast a game-changing spell earlier, would feel a surge of uncontrollable anger. Moreover, portraying oneself as a pitiful victim could bring additional benefits.

The three of them immediately became flustered. Stopping the Black Star Sand Beast from spewing sand was their doing, but casting spells required mana, and they didn't have the high moral ground to exhaust their mana to help others.

Being exposed by the handsome mustache, they felt embarrassed.

"Damn your ancestors!"

A thunderous shout echoed!

A figure leaped three feet and stood in front of the handsome mustache Holy Light Warrior, pointing at his Spanish-style mustache: "You bastard, weren't you raised in a brothel? The three heroes drove away the beast and saved our lives, yet you are so ungrateful, not even as good as my pig, Atai. When I lost my phone, Atai even helped me find it. How can you be worse than a pig—"

The insults, like a machine gun, turned the elegant face of the Holy Light Warrior with the handsome Spanish mustache from pale to iron-gray, and then to bright red!

Under normal circumstances, the Spanish mustache would have used the Holy Light Slash to cut the foul-mouthed heretic into pieces, but now, with his wounds just healed, his face changed several times, and he could only tremble, not daring to make a move.

The person who suddenly appeared and scolded the Holy Light Warrior, making him unable to lift his head, was none other than Qian Xing!

Seeing the three people under the protective shield cast such a powerful Starfire Great Axe spell, which made the Second-Rank Warrior Captain Liukan look like nothing, everyone else was extremely cautious, but Qian Xing was trembling—trembling with excitement!

This was Daoist magic! Powerful cultivation magic!

The legendary cultivation was real!

Compared to this powerful magic, what was his Nine Yin White Bone Claw?

Even the Qiaqia Demon's transformation would only be burned to death if it didn't dodge the Starfire Great Axe. Of course, the Qiaqia Demon's transformation was highly agile, so there was some chance of dodging.

If he could learn the way of cultivation from them, wouldn't he be able to fly and live forever?

Qian Xing's brain hormones surged, immediately painting a beautiful future in his mind.

Therefore, seeing the three potential masters clearly lacking in the art of insults, Qian Xing immediately jumped out and used the street slang he learned from selling lamb skewers for three years to scold the Spanish mustache until he was speechless, fiercely helping the three vent their anger.

Back when he first started selling lamb skewers, Qian Xing was often scolded by those aunts to the point of wanting to commit suicide. This Spanish mustache, though a gentleman with a higher education, was no match for Qian Xing in the art of insults.

After the scolding, Qian Xing desperately wanted to rush to the three, grab their legs, and beg them to take him as a disciple, even if it meant doing menial tasks. But he only nodded and smiled at them, then walked a few steps to the side, waiting for Captain Liukan's further instructions.

Even though he was still a student, three years of street vending had taught Qian Xing that if you do someone a favor, you shouldn't rush forward demanding immediate repayment or benefits.

Such people are the most despised. Even if someone intended to give you a piece of gold, seeing your attitude, they would only give you a pile of shit!

Sure enough, Qian Xing's unassuming behavior after helping won the three's favor.

They exchanged glances and nodded and smiled at Qian Xing!

Good, favor is the beginning of success—so said a womanizing king Qian Xing once knew!

Next, they counted the casualties and prepared to set off.

Out of the twenty-person guard team, four were killed. The werewolf who had shielded Qian Xing from a disaster miraculously survived, but his left arm was cut off at the shoulder!

The black-haired giant with the Red Sun Blade also fled when the Black Star Sand Beast was weakened and burrowed underground, leaving behind the werewolf with a severed arm and cuts all over his body!

Because of his severe injuries, the werewolf, unable to transform back into human form before his wounds healed, glared at Qian Xing with green eyes, wishing to tear him to pieces. Qian Xing, however, returned a bright smile—how could he take such a beast seriously?

The "Tiger Cave" settlement was finally reached the day after the battle. As the name suggests, it was a cave!

The entrance to the cave was under a black boulder as large as a six-story building, with a width that allowed three people to walk side by side. Inside, the cave was wide and long, winding for about three to four kilometers.

The people who came to greet them were dressed in various animal skins, and those wearing clothes similar to those made from plants on Earth were extremely rare. This was the tragic situation of living in the wild—just surviving was good enough, who had time to worry about clothes and appearance!

After entering 500 meters, there was a hall that could accommodate a hundred people. The guard team handed over the "Object Repelling Stone" and some salt there.

At the same time, the elder of Tiger Cave, "Horned Tiger Head," handed over some wild animal furs and minerals collected by Tiger Cave to the guard team as tribute to Blackstone City.

At dinner, they ate dried lean meat provided by Tiger Cave. Only then were the guard team members allowed to eat freely.

Surrounded by the dark red flames of the burning stones, Qian Xing sat with the three spellcasters, either intentionally or unintentionally.

"Little brother, hearing your phrase 'Damn your ancestors,' are you from the Land of Abundance in China?"

The sorcerer on the left, with drooping eyebrows that reached his temples, asked Qian Xing with a faint smile.

"Yes, yes! My hometown is in Sichuan, which was called the Land of Abundance in ancient times!"

Qian Xing didn't expect that a Sichuan curse from his former colleagues would connect him with these three cultivators.