"Brother Qiu, You Were Presumptuous."

"Here, take another ten if it isn't enough."

A young man standing behind Ma Yinxue likewise took ten porcelain bottles from the storage ring in his robes and tossed them onto the ground, his face full of mockery. "Sister Xue mentioned you before. You worked yourself to the bone as a laborer for more than ten days just to save up enough for one dose of potion. Did you move yourself to tears?"

"So what?"

Ma Yinxue crossed her arms and looked at Fat Dragon with a half-smile. "Is there a ball of fire burning in your heart right now? Do you feel miserable and furious? That's right, that feeling. Every time I asked you for money to buy bags before, I felt just as stifled as you do now."

"But then what? Do you even have a temper?"

"Here."

Ma Yinxue took another storage pouch from her robes and tossed it at Fat Dragon's feet with a sneer. "There are some intimate clothes I've worn inside. I'll reward you with them—consider it leaving you a keepsake."

".Huff."

Only after taking a deep breath did Fat Dragon slowly look at the several furious young men behind Ma Yinxue, then suddenly grin. "You're all pursuing Ma Yinxue?"

"Want me to tell you what kind of games Ma Yinxue likes best? So you won't be clueless about how to play once you get her."

"I'm already sick of playing with her."

"You're cradling something I've grown tired of like it's a treasure. That's really hilarious."

"Hey—"

"She really wasn't well-behaved!"

"You're courting death!"

The five young men behind Ma Yinxue could no longer endure it. Spiritual energy surged throughout their bodies as they drew their spirit weapons from their robes and charged at Fat Dragon, their faces twisted with fury as they roared.

"I didn't want to waste spiritual energy before entering the secret realm, but since you insist on seeking death, you can't blame me!"

"Not even the heavens can save you today!"

Fat Dragon grinned, took a small step back to stand behind Chen Qiu, cocked his head, and shrugged. "Here, let me introduce you. This is my boss, Brother Qiu."

"Sigh."

Chen Qiu sighed helplessly. The first time he met Fat Dragon, he had known Fat Dragon had a filthy mouth, but he didn't remember it being this filthy back then. His attacks were far too vicious.

It truly struck straight at the heart.

Still, Ma Yinxue's attacks were pretty vicious too. The two of you had actually been quite suited for each other before.

He stepped forward, shielding Fat Dragon, and casually flung out five defensive talismans—the Golden Bell Talismans. Five golden shields instantly enveloped him, and when those men's spirit weapons struck the golden light, metallic clangs rang out one after another.

Only two layers of golden light shattered.

He then looked at the men before him, whose eyes had already turned red, and sighed. "Since ancient times, heroes have often died for beautiful women. Perhaps in your next lives, you'll understand why beauty is a calamity."

The Heavenly Dao Foundation above his dantian began spinning at high speed.

Seventy or eighty bolts of lightning, each a full seven feet thick, appeared out of thin air around Chen Qiu. Countless arcs of lightning surged around him, blooming into flowers of thunder as they descended upon those men!

The entire process took only an instant!

Spells in the Foundation Establishment Realm generally manifested the moment a thought arose. There was no need for incantations or hand seals.

How had these men ever seen such a spectacle? Their faces changed drastically as they forcibly halted, activated every defensive talisman and spiritual treasure on them, and retreated rapidly. But Chen Qiu's Lightning-Channeling Art was an enhanced version.

Not only was it immensely powerful, there were also a great many of them.

There was simply no escaping it.

BOOM!!!

After a deafening series of crackling explosions like firecrackers, the ground within several yards of Chen Qiu had been scorched black. Scattered charred human bones now lay across the ground.

There were no clothes, no flesh.

Everything was perfectly clean.

Those men were dead beyond death. Only Ma Yinxue remained, sitting collapsed on the ground with terror written across her face. Her body had clearly gone weak, and she sat there stupidly, having even forgotten to flee.

"Seems like I used too much."

Chen Qiu looked at the Heavenly Dao Foundation within him, whose spiritual energy had decreased by around one-tenth, and nodded thoughtfully. This was his first time formally using the Lightning-Channeling Art against enemies, so he wasn't quite sure how many bolts it took to kill someone. To be safe, he had used a few extra.

Now, it seemed the damage had overflowed.

He reckoned thirty or forty bolts would probably have been enough.

He still had too little combat experience.

He needed to cut down more people to build up some combat experience.

The expressions of the surrounding crowd, who had originally stepped aside to make room and watch the show, gradually stiffened.

They could sense from the spiritual energy on Chen Qiu that he was merely a cultivator at the first layer of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

He had only just broken through to the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Yet the power of that Lightning-Channeling Art was clearly not at the first layer of Foundation Establishment. It already possessed the power of the sixth layer!

And cultivators at the first layer of Foundation Establishment could only cast a spell like Lightning-Channeling Art three or four times before exhausting all the spiritual energy in their bodies. Yet this man had unleashed seventy or eighty at once?

Were they joking?

Did he have enough spiritual energy in his dantian to play like that? How could a cultivator at the first layer of Foundation Establishment store so much spiritual energy in his dantian?

Another monstrous genius capable of fighting above his realm.

Many people took several more steps back, that thought flashing through their minds.

Among the crowd, Zhao Yishi stood head and shoulders above the rest, towering dozens of yards tall. Looking down at the scene, the corners of his mouth twitched wildly. He could not help taking several steps back before carefully taking out a transmission talisman from the crevice of his enormous fingernail. He fed spiritual energy into the sesame-seed-sized talisman before him and spoke in a cautious, muffled voice.

"Sect Master, can I sit out this Heavenly Dao Secret Realm? There's a monster in this Heavenly Dao Secret Realm. I can't beat him. I might die."

"Bullshit!!!"

An angry roar soon came from the other side of the transmission talisman. "Even if the sky collapses this time, you're going in! The sect spent enormous resources to raise you, yet you're such a huge fellow but timid as a mouse, avoiding battle every single time!"

"The sect has already sent five veteran inner disciples at the sixth layer of Foundation Establishment to protect you, and you're still fucking scared!"

"You must enter this time. The fact that you possess the Pink Trait, Sky-Piercing Giant, means you are a person of great fortune. Only you can seek out the opportunities that belong to you. The sect can only assist you. Are you expecting the sect to do every fucking thing for you?"

"This time, not only must you find the opportunity that belongs to you, you must also fight disciples from other sects as much as possible. You have far too little combat experience. If you keep lying flat like this, then don't even fucking think about eating your fill anymore!"

"If I'd known that your appetite would grow along with your body, I absolutely would not have emptied the sect's coffers to raise you!"

"Have you ever fucking calculated how many Spirit Stones you eat in one meal?"

"You're about to eat me into fucking bankruptcy!"

"Oh."

Zhao Yishi gloomily crushed the transmission talisman in his hand. Lying flat and bankruptcy were new terms that had recently spread from the capital. In recent years, new words kept popping up now and then.

What kind of shitty sect was this? They would not even let their disciples eat their fill. No wonder their ranking on the sect leaderboard kept dropping every year.

Had he known, he would have changed sects long ago.

"Here."

With a wistful look on his face, Fat Dragon took the Dragon Slayer saber from his robes and walked over to Ma Yinxue, who sat collapsed on the ground. "See? Isn't my backer a bit more badass?"

"The Heavenly Dao only said I couldn't force you to fall in love with me or offer yourself to me. It never said I couldn't kill you, right?"

"Oh, right—"

"In your next life, don't slander me like that again. I've never smelled your stinky feet."

Just as Fat Dragon was about to bring down his blade, Chen Qiu suddenly realized something and said with a strange expression, "Fat Dragon, did she just call you Fat Dragon?"

"Yeah, what is it, Brother Qiu?"

"Didn't you say Fat Dragon was a name you changed to later? Something about wanting to be a dragon lying low in wait or whatever."

Fat Dragon's mouth suddenly twitched. The blade in his hand swung down violently, and only after a streak of blood split the sky did he turn around, sheathe his saber, and look at Chen Qiu seriously. "That isn't important, Brother Qiu."

"If you absolutely have to know, I can only say that I was also called Fat Dragon before."

"You look like you have a lot of stories written on your face."

"You could tell that?"

"Yes. Also, that strike didn't kill her. She's still breathing."

"Oh, oh. It's been a long time since I last chopped someone, so my hand's a little rusty. Let me give her a few more cuts."

Fat Dragon hurriedly turned around and swung the blade in his hand again. Only then did he pant heavily a few times. "That did it. Fuck, slandering me—my fucking innocence was nearly ruined by you, you bitch."

"Fat Dragon."

"Hm?"

"After you separated from her, did you really hide in a corner at night and fantasize about those scenes of fucking her before, like she said?"

"Brother Qiu, you were presumptuous."

"Was I presumptuous again?"

"Yep."