I tried to kill the heroines of destiny, but they ended up chasing after me.

The subconscious thought was that it was too little.

It seems that the hundreds of thousands of spirit stones piled up in his ring are just a small amount of money; he thought he was quite wealthy.

Inflation is severe.

"Brother...you..."

Seeing that the bald man still wouldn't leave, Huang Fugui pulled out five more yuan. He frowned slightly, somewhat displeased: "Is that enough? Name how many you need."

"Dad!! That's enough! Dad! That's enough! Dad, you gave this to me yourself! I didn't lie or steal it."

The bald man practically knelt on the ground to receive the bandage, and with a lingering sense of fear, he added, "I'll go buy the best bandages for Master Fox right away, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

The white fox looked up and stole another glance at Huang Quan.

Strange humans.

Humans shouldn't be creatures that value money above all else.

They spared no expense to cure her...

strangeness……

Huang Fugui's strange behavior naturally aroused Jian Lao's curiosity.

She released her divine consciousness.

Huang Quan felt himself being spied on by a sinister aura.

Unequal reactions.

The Immortal Shield mark on the back of his hand shone brightly.

"Boom!"

Like the sound of tapping a watermelon to indicate whether it's ripe or not when choosing one.

Afterwards, Huang Fugui and He Chenxia started a rice-eating contest.

……

"Don't eat it! Don't eat it!"

The weak voice of the Sword Granny echoed in Jiang Wanyu's mind.

Jiang Wanyu ignored her and gave a soft hum.

With that hum, a piece of sweet and sour pork was swallowed.

She acted as if she were an outsider, calling out, "Waiter, bring the food!"

Sword Granny's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper being rubbed together: "Don't eat it! I told you not to eat it!"

Jiang Wanyu finally noticed Jian Lao's strange behavior and tilted her head in confusion, replying, "What's wrong? Is the food poisoned? I knew this was a rip-off! We'll come back and tear it down after the fire is over!"

"I'm injured... so the strength I can lend you will be significantly reduced. We'll withdraw from this competition; as long as we're alive, we can always fight again."

Jiang Wanyu was extremely surprised.

Was she hypnotized and missed some unspeakable plot details? Why was Sword Granny injured out of the blue?

Could it be that she caused him internal injuries?

"No, you're so old, why are you starting to stage accidents for insurance fraud?"

"It's only for older people who play... no, I'm still young. I'm talking to you about serious matters, don't interrupt, hmm... I understand! See that fox?"

Jiang Wanyu understood what the old woman was referring to. She had previously thought the little fox was very cute and had been tempted to reach out and touch it several times.

After hearing what Jianlao said, he couldn't help but take a few more glances: "Is there something wrong with that fox?"

Sword Granny gasped, her voice filled with disbelief: "An ancient, exotic species—the Calamity Celestial Fox! Damn it, this creature isn't extinct yet?! We need to get as far away from it as possible!!!"

"What's wrong? You should explain yourself clearly, I'm not full yet."

"Don't eat it! Don't eat it! You'll die if you eat it again! That's an ominous beast that brings disaster from birth. It brings misfortune to its father, mother, relatives, master... and even itself! It's also known as the Heavenly Fiend Fox. Anyone who gets close to it will gradually be tainted by bad luck and will most likely meet a bad end!"

"I suspect my injuries are caused by its backlash! Judging from its half-dead state, it is most likely about to meet its end."

Even though she had weathered many storms, Jianlao's voice trembled uncontrollably.

"Does Huang Fugui know when Huang Fugui will die?"

He treated me to a good meal, so he must be a good person. Should I remind him?

Jiang Wanyu felt conflicted.

"Never mind him. This guy is incredibly mysterious. I was trying to figure him out when I suddenly felt a jolt to my head and almost passed out. When I woke up, I noticed that my soul was dissipating. He either possesses a treasure that represents a great opportunity, or he himself is a terrifying old monster."

"So you're saying he's very strong?"

Jiang Wanyu's eyes darted around, as if she was plotting something.

Sword Granny was somewhat worried: "I'm not sure. At least I can hardly judge his strength before he makes a move. What kind of treasure hit me just now? It was too fast. I passed out and didn't see it clearly. I don't recommend you provoke this kind of madman."

"madman?"

Jiang Wanyu found it hard to equate this nouveau riche-looking guy with a madman.

"Yes, you madman! When the evil fox transforms into human form, disaster is inevitable. It will either repay kindness or seek revenge. The misfortune of the Heavenly Fiend Fox is not all-powerful. Our predecessors have summarized two ways to deal with it. The only way to deal with it is to use a stronger fortune to suppress it and let it go through the transformation process. Then we can live in peace."

"Sword Granny... I'm now fairly certain that you're really injured. You probably hit your head and damaged it. One minute you're talking about two ways to deal with it, and the next you're talking about the only way."

"Because the other method simply won't work. Let it be as domineering as it may, the bright moon shines over the great river, and the great power returns to itself to suppress everything."

"But let's rule out that possibility first. Even at my peak, I wouldn't dare boast about being able to withstand the cursed power of the Heavenly Fiend Fox. Wan Yu, I imagine you're already feeling cold all over, radiating chills even in this sweltering heat! That's a sign of the calamity's influence..."

Jiang Wanyu nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

She wiped the sweat from her brow and stuck out her tongue like a puppy: "It's so hot! You put in so much chili! Didn't you want more sugar? Waiter, bring some tea!"

Chapter Twenty-Six: A Thin Mist Sweeps Across Ten Thousand Miles

The next day, early morning.

Sunlight filtered through the mist, casting an unfathomable shadow, as if deliberately obscuring the bright sunshine.

Today is not a good day to go out.

But the so-called opportunity will not be postponed or not depending on today's weather.

The scheduled departure time has already passed by about half an incense stick's time.

"Brother Guang, when are we leaving? If we don't get going soon, we won't even have hot oatmeal left!"

"Who are they waiting for? Why are they making us, twenty-seven people, wait for them?"

The underworld arrives late.

He looked at the dozens of cultivators around him, whose strengths varied greatly, and asked in surprise, "Why are there so many people?"

"What business is it of yours if there are many people?"

One person, impatient from waiting, instantly found an outlet.

Looking at Huang Quan's youthful appearance, he felt confident.

"I OOOO, you OOOOO, I..."

"Snapped"

The bald man slapped the man to the ground: "How dare you talk to my dad like that? If you're going to be silly, then crawl."

Those who stirred up trouble dared not speak out.

Baldness signifies strength at the fourth level.

He only has two realms.

That is to say, there is still some order in the city.

If he leaves the city, it wouldn't be too difficult for the bald man to secretly kill him.

The bald man chuckled sheepishly and rubbed his hands together awkwardly as he explained to Huang Quan, "The companions I invited a few days ago were just passing by, making a little money. Dad, if you find it troublesome, I'll let them go."

He didn't dare tell the truth.

In reality, the true purpose of these people is to be discarded as scapegoats when danger arises.

He doesn't need to run faster than the monsters, just faster than his teammates.

As for these people, they harbored the mentality of seeking shelter under a big tree, and tried to follow the group to the much-discussed 'tomb of the strong' to see if they could get a taste of the spoils.

The bold get rich, the timid starve.

They have no talent, no background.

If you want to get ahead, this is the fastest way.

Of course, it's also the most risky way.

Both sides had their own ulterior motives, and they hit it off immediately.

This is how the scene that Huang Quan witnessed came about.

"Just asking."

A group of scattered soldiers.

Huang Quan didn't care about the bald man's thoughts.

In his eyes, the bald man was nothing more than a tool for guiding people.

The kind that you throw away after using it.

"Let's get going, everyone."

Lao Wan happened to miss yesterday's dinner and didn't know what had happened. A gloating look flashed in his eyes: "Brother Guang, he said 'going on the road,' which is bad luck! Beat him up!"

The bald, burly man gave Lao Wan another flick on the forehead, then, noticing Huang Quan's gaze, quickly came up with a plan: "Let's go! 'Go' means good, like a top-quality horse or high-grade spirit stones. And the road is flat, which means we're on a smooth road ahead with lots of good luck. It couldn't be more auspicious!"

He cursed Old Wan under his breath for being so clueless, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He gave him another hard flick on the forehead: "Learn from my father how to speak properly."

……

What followed was a tedious and monotonous journey.