The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

Two other monks stood to the left and right of Tianxing Monk.

The one on the left, so fat he looked like a walking ball of flesh, his body trembling in the air currents, was named Jeghash.

The one on the right has a fierce look, with a face full of fat.

He was also holding a huge rosary made of some unknown material, named Vijam.

Clearly, these three are demigods from the South Indian Kingdom.

Wang Cang laughed when he heard Tianxing Monk start lecturing him right away.

The old man wasn't embarrassed at all; instead, he laughed even louder and slapped his thigh in mid-air: "Holy crap, you bunch of old bald monks are really something else!"

"You've come all this way to my territory, and you're still acting all high and mighty?"

"The fact that I didn't take off my shoes and point my finger at you to yell at you is already a testament to how much I've cultivated my character and improved my temper over the years; that's been giving you face enough!"

Wang Cang, with a cigarette dangling from his lips and his head tilted to the side, adopted the demeanor of an old rogue: "Whenever something happens, you guys either cower in your dilapidated temple like turtles, or you sneak around like mice doing some underhanded tricks."

"So you're not going to be a cuckold today?"

Obviously, that's too crude a statement.

For Jeyjad and Vijam, who were accustomed to listening to hymns and chants, this was nothing short of a mental attack.

Wherever they went in South India, people knelt and worshipped them, and they were revered by believers as reincarnated gods.

When have I ever heard anyone use "bald donkey" or "old turtle" as an insult?

For an instant.

Yegash and Vijam's expressions instantly turned extremely ugly, more interesting than if they had swallowed flies.

Yegash's aura suddenly surged, like an active volcano about to erupt.

The fat monk's facial muscles twitched. He clasped his hands together, but the force of the clasping was so great that the surrounding air crackled: "Wang Cang! Don't push your luck! We also sensed the opportunity of heaven and earth and came to investigate."

"The Source of God is a supreme treasure nurtured by Heaven and Earth, an unclaimed possession, to be owned by the virtuous!"

"Do you really think this sea area is your backyard?"

Vijam, standing next to him, immediately grabbed the rosary in his hand and clenched it tightly. Dark golden Sanskrit characters appeared on the fist-sized beads.

His eyes glared like copper bells, and his voice was gruff: "Wang Cang, back then we fought to a draw at the border. If you dare to insult our cultivation again, don't blame me for punishing you!"

Facing the two enraged demigods from South India, Wang Cang didn't even lift his eyelids.

The old man slowly put the pipe back into his mouth and took two deep drags.

"Oh my god, that scared me to death!"

Wang Cang patted his chest dramatically, then his face instantly darkened, and his previous teasing smile vanished completely.

Instead, a chilling ferocity emerged: "Don't try to use classical Chinese with me. 'The virtuous should rule'? You old codger, you seem to have a misunderstanding of the word 'virtue'."

"The only moral standard of you South Indians is that you eat with your hands and don't wash your hands."

Wang Cang stepped forward, unleashing his terrifying pressure as a half-step Origin-level expert without reservation.

The surrounding space creaked under the weight of his step.

"What? You're not convinced?"

Then, Wang Cang's gaze swept across Yegash and Vijam's faces like knives: "Want to practice? I'm already fed up with those silent stones in Kunlun Ruins every day."

"If you're itching for a beating, great! This old man can beat you all to death right here and now!"

"That way, there will be fewer competitors when it comes to grabbing things."

Old Ge, standing nearby, added insult to injury with a chuckle.

He stroked his bald head and said with a kind expression, "Old Wang is right. My medicinal herb fields on Shennong Mountain are just lacking good fertilizer."

"If these herbs were chopped up and buried in the ground, fermenting for a few months, I guarantee next year's medicinal herbs would grow even more vigorous than young men. Amitabha, this can be considered your salvation of all beings."

When Yegash and Vijam heard this, they were so angry they almost spat out blood.

They were furious, their lungs were about to explode with rage.

But he didn't dare take a single step forward.

Why?

Because they dare not.

This isn't about saving face; it's about fate.

It's one thing that Wang Cang, that old rogue, has a foul mouth, but it's another thing that his strength is abnormally strong.

He lingered on the path to becoming a demigod for far too long.

How many monsters were killed in Kunlun Ruins?

Even demigods from other countries would feel their scalp tingle just from hearing his name.

To reach the legendary Origin Level, Wang Cang was only missing a ticket, an opportunity.

In terms of pure combat power, he is already a half-step Origin level existence.

Below the demigods are all ants, and among the demigods, he is a giant bulldozer.

Yegash and Vijam knew very well that if things really came to a head, they would be in deep trouble.

Even if the two of them combined, it would be difficult for them to gain any advantage over Wang Cang.

In an instant, the two demigods who had been so loud and boisterous just moments before became like gourds with their mouths sawed off—utterly silent.

In an instant, the two demigods who had been so loud and boisterous just moments before became like gourds with their mouths sawed off—utterly silent.

He just kept that grumpy face and let the sea breeze blow on him.

At this moment, it was the same monk Tianxing who stepped forward, still wearing his tattered robes.

The Heavenly Monk was indeed a cunning old fox; his composure was far superior to the other two.

His expression remained unchanged; he merely reached out and pulled back Yegash, who was about to lose control, before turning to Wang Cang and saying, "Benefactor Wang, you jest. Now that the Source of God has appeared in the world, no demigod in the entire world will stand idly by."

"It's not a good day for war. Let's all rely on our own abilities. We just happened to be traveling the same way as you, so we won't disturb you any longer."

After saying that, the Skywalker Monk smoothly waved his hand, pulling Yegash and Vijam a considerable distance to the side.

The message was clear: I can't afford to mess with you, so I'll just avoid you, okay?

Seeing this, Wang Cang casually flicked his pipe and sneered, "Coward. You think you have the guts to steal treasure?"

After saying that, he spat in their direction without any hesitation.

These are all talk and no action, they're just charlatans.

He's the kind of guy who likes to play dirty tricks behind people's backs; he won't even bother to give them a friendly look.

However, no one said anything more at this point, because everyone knew the purpose of tonight's event.

There's no need to fight to the death on the road.

After all, the real show begins when we get to that seven-colored pillar of light.

Wang Cang was about to turn around and tell Elder Ge and Tang Yi to continue on their way when, before he could even speak, the old man's brows furrowed once again.

Not only him, but the three monks from South India also frowned slightly.

In the distant night sky...

Three demigod auras pierced the night like sharp swords.

"Damn, this is going to be really lively tonight."

Seeing this, Wang Cang chuckled, his cigarette dangling from his lips.

Old Ge also abandoned his kind, Buddha-like expression, and his chubby hand silently reached into his patched pocket.

He just kept that grumpy face and let the sea breeze blow on him.

At this moment, it was the same monk Tianxing who stepped forward, still wearing his tattered robes.

The Heavenly Monk was indeed a cunning old fox; his composure was far superior to the other two.

His expression remained unchanged; he merely reached out and pulled back Yegash, who was about to lose control, before turning to Wang Cang and saying, "Benefactor Wang, you jest. Now that the Source of God has appeared in the world, no demigod in the entire world will stand idly by."

"It's not a good day for war. Let's all rely on our own abilities. We just happened to be traveling the same way as you, so we won't disturb you any longer."

After saying that, the Skywalker Monk smoothly waved his hand, pulling Yegash and Vijam a considerable distance to the side.

The message was clear: I can't afford to mess with you, so I'll just avoid you, okay?

Seeing this, Wang Cang casually flicked his pipe and sneered, "Coward. You think you have the guts to steal treasure?"

After saying that, he spat in their direction without any hesitation.

These are all talk and no action, they're just charlatans.

He's the kind of guy who likes to play dirty tricks behind people's backs; he won't even bother to give them a friendly look.

However, no one said anything more at this point, because everyone knew the purpose of tonight's event.

There's no need to fight to the death on the road.

After all, the real show begins when we get to that seven-colored pillar of light.

Wang Cang was about to turn around and tell Elder Ge and Tang Yi to continue on their way when, before he could even speak, the old man's brows furrowed once again.

Not only him, but the three monks from South India also frowned slightly.

In the distant night sky...

Three demigod auras pierced the night like sharp swords.

"Damn, this is going to be really lively tonight."

Seeing this, Wang Cang chuckled, his cigarette dangling from his lips.

Old Ge also abandoned his kind, Buddha-like expression, and his chubby hand silently reached into his patched pocket.