Chapter Fifteen Little Fatty

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  "I am the Emperor of Humanity, my Tao is proven in ancient times, a dream that has lasted for millions of years!"

  The little fatty's voice was full of milk and air, his toes were high and arrogant, his small eyes twinkling as he pointed at Qing Sheng with a hook-like finger: "Little kid, I see that you're not ordinary, your bones are clear and unusual, you're actually a good seedling. Although your physique is poor, this seat will make an exception, since we've met it's fate, I'll take you on as a nominal disciple. Hand over your sword, this kind of ordinary sword shouldn't be used to shame the master, this seat will reforge it for you."

  As soon as the little fatty's voice fell, Jian Qing's face turned black. This little fatty was too impudent, obviously having his eyes on the Zi Xuan sword, yet he still wanted to take him in as a registered disciple.

  Xiao Yi's eyes were somewhat strange, this little fatty was not a good guy at all. No matter how you looked at it, he had a long tail, and he believed that if he still had the broken gun on him, then this named disciple quota would definitely have his share.

  Huǒ Lí Qiān Fū cháng zhe zuǐ, dào: "Xiǎo Pàng Zi, nǐ kàn wǒ zěn me yàng."

  Translation:

  Huo Li Qian Fu stretched his mouth and said, "Little fatty, how do you think I look?"

  "Look at you?" Little Fatty scanned him and shook his head repeatedly, "You're full of impurities, your physique is murky, and you're a freak."

  Huō Lí Qiān Fū Cháng's face turned red with rage, his nose twisted in anger. This young whippersnapper was only a few years old, yet he spoke without any reserve, saying things like "your body is murky" and "you're a deformed melon". How could a mighty Thousand-Man Commander be so utterly humiliated?

  "Who are you?!"

  Jian Qing's face turned black as he walked towards the little fatty, planning to take him back to the tribe. The thing that came out of the Hundred-Zhang Town Soul Tablet didn't bring him any benefits, but he still wanted to see what kind of background this little fatty had. Maybe he couldn't tell, but it was possible that someone in the tribe could recognize him.

  "I am your emperor! You dare defy me? Kneel down and pay homage!"

  The little fatty was not afraid at all, his pink and tender small hands were on his waist, a pair of small eyes rolling around, the sword was dark and black, he didn't say a word, and his footsteps got faster.

  As he watched Jian Qing Sheng approach, not even ten zhang away, the little fatty suddenly pounced forward with a whoosh, incredibly fast like lightning, and even Jian Qing Sheng's eyes widened in surprise as his hand holding the Zi Xuan sword sank.

  No good!

  He was shocked in his heart, and saw that Xiaobao's eyes were shining brightly, opening his small mouth, and fiercely biting on the Zi Xuan sword.

  Crack!

  Jing Yu's face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Meanwhile, Xiao Pangzi had already sprinted far away, holding half of the Zi Xuan sword in his arms, taking a bite and spitting it out, seemingly not very satisfied.

  Everyone's face changed color, this little fatty was incredibly fast, yet couldn't sense even a hint of aura fluctuation, and that mouthful of teeth made their hearts tremble. The Purple Cloud Sword was a sword born from Qingyun's body, nurtured by his cultivation, and as he advanced in his practice, it had evolved from a blood-soldier to a bone-soldier. Even if they used all their strength, they couldn't cut it off, yet this little brat...

  The human war soldier and the main bloodline are connected, possessing the spiritual imprint of the main soldier. The Purple Cloud Sword's collapse has also caused considerable damage to Qing Sheng, at least this Purple Cloud Sword is now half-ruined. Reforging and nurturing it back to its previous state will require a significant amount of time.

  Forcing himself to calm down from the shock, Jian Qing's face turned pale, having suffered such a huge loss in an instant, something that had never happened even on Tianbing Road.

  Whoosh!

  He transformed into a blurry green shadow, his large hand stretched out and grabbed towards the little fatty. However, the little fatty's speed was just right, only slightly faster than him. Half a cup of tea later, Sword Qing stopped in his tracks, his face darkening, almost dripping with water.

  In front of a tombstone, the little fatty wobbled his chubby legs and finally stuffed the last piece of the Zi Xuan sword into his mouth. After chewing for two mouthfuls, he spat out a mouthful of waste and pointed at Qing Yang, saying: "Your qualifications are too poor, I've changed my mind and decided to expel you from the sect. Leave now, don't bother coming back."

  Flames burst forth from the top of his head, and Jian Qing almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. If he were a strong cultivator, he would never have ended up like this, but the person in front of him was actually a fat and cunning little brat who didn't even leave him with any dignity, directly devouring his physical body and leaving behind only a pile of worthless scraps.

  The little fatty seemed too proud of himself and didn't notice someone approaching from behind, only to see a big hand swooping out and grabbing his small arm.

  "Little thing, you dare to be arrogant!" Huo Li Qianfu gritted his teeth, and with one swift motion, he ripped off the small animal skin that was covering her shame.

  "Ah!"

  The little fatty let out a loud cry, and with a sudden struggle, the Fire Thousand Husbandry Long let out a strange wail, was swept away by a powerful force, and fell into a pile of broken bones. After that, the little fatty's body flashed continuously, shining brightly white, disappearing into the vast forest of tombstones, a tender voice came, accompanied by a tone of urgent defeat.

  "You've been waiting for me for thousands of years, you crooked melon and split jujube, wait for me!"

  Xiao Yi's mouth slightly curved, now he can confirm that this little fatty is undoubtedly a human being, but his origin is likely to be extremely unusual. However, in this lost ancient battlefield, Sword Qing Sheng wants to capture him, and it's unlikely to have any possibility.

  His face was iron-green, and he sheathed half of the Purple Cloud Sword. He took a deep breath, barely calming his emotions. Although still somewhat stifled, there was no other way. This loss had already been suffered, and it seemed almost hopeless to try to make up for it in this ancient battlefield. He glanced around at the remaining eight hundred-meter-long Soul-Sealing Steles, not intending to touch them again, lest he provoke unnecessary trouble. The ones being suppressed were not ordinary alien strongmen; even if their corpses had been erased, life could still evolve to a certain extent, and brief resurrection was not impossible. Caution was needed in his actions.

  It was then that Jian Qing Sheng shifted his gaze to those ten-zhang tall Soul Suppressing Steles. This level of Soul Suppressing Stele, even if it were to suppress a foreign tribe, would have limited strength. After an eternity had passed, perhaps they had already been worn down to nothing. Their lives hadn't yet evolved to that point. Even if there was some anomaly, Jian Qing Sheng could still handle it himself. Of course, the prerequisite was that he wouldn't run into that damned little fatty again.

  Erase that chubby figure from his mind, Jian Qing let out a cold hum and walked towards the outer edge of the stele forest. He was now seething with anger and didn't want to bother with Xiao Yi and the others.

  After all, he is still a young man, not surprised or humiliated, his joy and anger are not revealed on his face, which requires years of accumulation. Even if he has experienced the hustle and bustle of the technological era and rolled around in the social dye vat, Xiao Yi cannot do it. In his opinion, this ancient land is already too pure. When people die, there is sadness; when people kill, they must pay with their lives; revenge does not wait for nightfall. Although there are bonds, he can still stick to his heart.

  Next, these eight hundred feet tall tombstones became a forbidden place for everyone. Even Gu Feng and others left this place to recover from their injuries.

  Xiao Pangzi's figure seemed to have vanished, walking in the vast forest of tombstones. Xiao Yi couldn't find his trail again, following the mysterious call in his bloodline, Xiao Yi finally found a 23-zhang-high soul-suppressing stele.

  The dark green stele body has nothing unusual, the commotion from the depths of the blood vessels comes from this soul-suppressing stele, the dragon's essence is too extraordinary, even if it was refined and merged into the blood vessels, it still maintains a hint of spirituality.

  Shi Gong once said that the human race cultivates and refines its body's spiritual energy, which is also a process of evolving one's blood vessels. The blood vessels are the foundation of life, and their evolution is part of the evolution of life itself. In the early stages of cultivation, humans lack sufficient mental will to communicate with the essence of heaven and earth, so they can only rely on absorbing the energy of blood to strengthen themselves.

  Xiao Yi understood that although he had refined and merged the strand of Wild Dragon's essence blood at first, due to the Wild Dragon's life level being too high, his own human bloodline became stronger as a result, but still couldn't thoroughly absorb it. Only when his cultivation continuously advanced and his life level evolved to a sufficiently high realm could he slowly complete this process, which was a gradual grinding process.

  But now, Xiao Yi wanted to see what it was that stirred the wild dragon's blood in his veins.

  Taking a deep breath, Xiao Yi's body was filled with surging energy, the Archaic Dragon's blood was stirred up, and his own energy also became turbulent. The next moment, he took a step forward, and the first move of the Barbarian Elephant Fist was unleashed, although it was just a simple technique, this single move still burst forth with astonishing power.

  Boom!

  The Soul Calming Monument shook violently, emitting a deafening roar that even startled Jian Qingsheng from afar. At this moment, he too stood before a 25-zhang tall Soul Calming Monument, sensing the powerful aura and fist strength that belonged to Xiao Yi. Jian Qingsheng's expression changed slightly as he realized he had underestimated the man's physical resilience and blood energy, which was likely no weaker than that of an average Blood Refining cultivator who had reached the Great Circle stage.

  A corner of the Forest of Stele.

  In front of the two 20-zhang-high soul-stabilizing steles, Gu Feng and Huo He, the two clan leaders, both changed color. They felt Xiao Yi's powerful aura, which was not inferior to theirs. Huo He, in particular, knew that even he couldn't catch the crimson copper Heaven-Shaking Hammer with his bare hands.

  After a moment, he let out a sigh. With the Bloodstone Tribe's son being so talented, and Shi Zhen also not being an ordinary person, plus having Xing Wanli following him, it was likely that in the future, he wouldn't stop at just being a mid-tier bloodline, but would instead advance to become a top-tier bloodline. Truly entering the eyes of the Lei Jianbing Department wasn't impossible either.

  In front of the Twenty-Three Zhang Town Soul Stele, Xiao Yi kept striking out. His vital energy was surging and seemed to have no end. Under the influence of the Wild Dragon's Essence, every punch he threw was stronger than the previous one. The vital energy inside his body was rushing about, sometimes making a loud whooshing sound like a tide, and sometimes producing rumbling thunder sounds. His fist power was strong and fierce, piercing through the air. In the end, he actually managed to create a True Void Fist Path. Everyone come vote! If you've read it but didn't vote, hmmph, let Little Fatty go find you!