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

During the long journey, Huang Fugui felt drowsy and began to doubt whether his decision was correct.

If only I had asked the bald guy to point out the location, I could have just ridden that big bird there myself and saved so much trouble!

The way it muttered sounded like it was talking in its sleep: "How much longer? I've been waiting so long the flowers have all withered."

The bald man replied in a deep voice, "It'll be soon. After crossing the Redstone Forest, it won't be long. If you just follow the crowd, you can basically find it even with your eyes closed."

"But the Redstone Forest is the most dangerous part of the road. However, our team is relatively large, and most second- or third-tier monsters don't dare to mess with us. That's the point of forming a group. Monsters are just a bunch of bullies who pick on the weak and fear the strong."

Monsters and spirit beasts belong to the same category of creatures; they are simply different names for the same thing.

They insist on giving a reason.

It's roughly the difference between domestic pigs and wild boars.

"Does that mean that any monster that dares to come knocking must be a fourth-tier or higher demon beast?"

The "handsome young man" Jiang Wanyu started stirring things up, causing the already not-so-united team to fall into constant whispers.

"Heh? How easy is it for fourth-tier and above monsters to show themselves? They mostly have their own territories. I know this area very well and I can guarantee to perfectly avoid all the high-level territories."

The bald, burly man dismissed it.

"Ah! I feel like the temperature is weird today, and I feel a bit chilly all over."

Jiang Wanyu nodded in understanding and pointed to the bald man's forehead.

"You mean this?" The bald man chuckled and touched his bald head. "This is a warning bell for myself. Back then, I was ambushed by a fourth-tier Shadow Wolf, which ripped off half of my scalp and almost killed me. So I decided to give up my hair. Now, touching my bald head will always remind me to be careful of attacks from above."

"hide."

The handsome young man slid his finger to the right, offering a crisp and decisive reminder.

The moment he became bald, he felt a sudden urge to vomit, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

He rolled over and narrowly avoided the gaping maw that was about to pounce from above.

He lay on the ground looking in the direction the handsome young man was pointing, and his heart skipped a beat.

His lips twitched slightly, his legs were still trembling a little, and his expression was hard to tell whether he was crying or laughing: "Swift Shadow Wolf... Thank you, I'll treat you to a drink when we get back."

If it weren't for that crucial reminder that allowed him to avoid the Shadow Wolf's pounce, he might be in serious trouble right now.

The Swift Shadow Wolf missed its target, but reacted extremely quickly, flipping over and scratching at it with its claws.

The bald man sprang to his feet with a somersault, raised his sword, and blocked the attack from the side.

With a clang, the sword struck the wolf's claws, causing the body to slide back half a step before the sword was raised and slashed upwards.

"The Shadow Wolf is good at ambushes. In direct combat, it is among the weakest of the fourth-tier demonic beasts. I can handle it by myself."

The bald man's words deterred Lao Wan, who was about to step forward to help, with a hint of defiance.

I almost made a huge fool of myself!

He has to get his revenge.

He drew his sword and charged. The sword struck the Swift Shadow Wolf that was pouncing in mid-air squarely, and then he rolled to the side to avoid the attack.

Seeing that its attack missed, the swift wolf flipped over and changed its target with a claw, ambushing the handsome young man who had given the warning.

This beast clearly holds grudges.

The handsome young man gripped the hilt of the sword.

Then, without any further movement, it was released.

A thin mist swept across thousands of miles.

Its roar was as fierce as a tiger's.

Call ~

Suddenly, a fierce sword aura, carrying intense flames, ripped through the sky.

The surrounding trees groaned under the strain, turning into a flurry of wood chips and flames.

It was then burned to ashes.

At first glance, all that could be seen was a hazy expanse of white and gray, with the footprints of a wolf's attack on the ground, and the trail left by sword energy.

……

A biting north wind blew by.

The bald man seemed to wake from a dream. His eyelids twitched as he looked at the scene. He adopted a flattering tone and said, "I think this Shadow Wolf was probably driven out after losing a territory battle. We won't encounter any more first-tier fourth-level demonic beasts. With you here, sir, why not treat the Red Stone Forest like our own vegetable garden? We won't be afraid of fifth-tier or sixth-tier beasts!"

The flames and the mist had a subtle reaction.

Torrential rain poured down from the sky.

It significantly reduces everyone's vision and perception.

In the darkness, a pair of scarlet eyes silently followed.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Thirty-Year-Old Fermented Soybean Juice and Pears!

The rain continued incessantly.

To obstruct the view.

The speed at which Huang Quan and his group moved forward began to slow down.

And so the scene before us unfolded.

Many practitioners lingered at the very edge of the group, jumping up and down, gathering herbs in the rain.

Normally they wouldn't have the courage to venture into the Redstone Forest alone, so they certainly wouldn't let such an opportunity slip by.

The bald man didn't wait intentionally; he continued moving forward at a steady pace.

These cultivators were also very experienced. After succeeding, they quickly caught up with the team, and no one fell behind.

They all understood that being alone meant certain death.

Wow! A ten-year-old first-tier spiritual herb, Green Silver Grass!

"Hehe, you country bumpkin who's never seen the world, what's in my hand? A 20-year-old second-tier spiritual herb, the Mufeng Shiitake Mushroom."

"Damn it, how come I haven't gained anything? Are you guys monkeys? How can you flip things so many times?"

"It's all because of this strange rain. My eyesight is already bad, and this time the collection has become several times more difficult."

"If you're down on your luck, don't blame the road for being uneven! Look closely! A fifty-year-old sweet flower!"

Immediately, many greedy eyes were fixed on him.

The man holding the sweet flower was shrewd.

Seeing that things were not going well, he quickly hid next to the bald, burly man and handed him a low-grade spirit stone: "Brother Guang, this is my tribute to you."

The bald man gave a cold snort as a form of agreement: "Hmm."

Seeing this, the others put away their own little schemes.

With their mediocre skills, trying to steal something right under the bald man's nose is suicidal.

The bald man had a good grasp of the team's numbers; even if all of them attacked together, they were unlikely to be a match for him.

More and more people are joining the collection team.

They did not come for the 'tomb'.

They know their own limitations.

Ordinary people have their own way of living.

After gathering medicinal herbs such as green silver grass, sweet flower, wind-blown mushroom, and mimosa chrysanthemum from the Red Stone Forest, the cultivators would share some money with the bald man.

The bald men didn't get all the benefits from them for nothing.

In return, we need to be responsible for the safety of this group of people.

For example, avoiding attacks from comrades and monsters.

Of course, this can only be within the scope of his power.

Half of the reason why Baldy and Lao Wan went out was this.

The other half planned to see if they could make some money outside the 'tomb'.

Huang Fugui approached with a curious look on his face.

A thick wall of spiritual energy surrounded him, shielding him from the heavy rain and making him seem somewhat out of place among the crowd.

Such a waste of spiritual energy is considered foolish by professionals.

No one reminded Huang Fugui.

Even if he did, he would most likely dismiss it: Don't challenge my auto-recovery with your maximum mana.

Huang Quan grabbed the brother who was holding the sweet flower.

"No, how do you tell the years? They all look the same to me."

Sweet Flower Brother glared at him fiercely. How dare you make a move under Brother Guang's nose?

Do you know how many eyes Lord Horse has?

Then, he discovered it was the mysterious man the bald man called "Dad," and his smile immediately crinkled into a few wrinkles: "Brother, you don't know this, the elixirs may not look much different on the surface, but..."

"Snapped."

The bald, burly man flicked his forehead with his hand: "How dare you talk to my dad like that? You want to be my uncle?"

The man with the sweet flower suddenly gave her a rather hard blow, and she immediately covered her head, saying, "Brother Guang, stop, stop! I was just saying it offhand, how could I have wanted to take advantage of you?"

Huang Quan flicked the bald man's forehead: "I was just about to listen, can you not interrupt me?"

The bald man nodded vigorously: "Alright, you continue explaining to my dad."

The man with the sweet flower cursed under his breath, "Evil people will always be punished by other evil people," and smiled obsequiously, "There are too many kinds, it would be a long story. I don't know which kind you want to hear about, brother? I can recognize almost all the spiritual herbs below the third rank, and I also know some of the fourth rank. After all, I make a living from this. I have a complete guide to low-rank spiritual herbs. How about I sell it to you cheaply?"

He vaguely understood the origin of the bald man calling the other man "father," and stared longingly, trying to make a profit.

Upon hearing this, Huang Quan immediately lost interest.