Fantasy: I'm Really Not A Supreme Master!-Chapter 954 - 863: The Big Grey Pig
Martial Desolate Realm.
Sword Venerable had already left, and the terrifyingly boundless aura of Sword Dao dissipated without a trace.
Peace was restored between heaven and earth, making everything that had just been discovered seem like a grand dream.
Only the collapse of the Wuji Peak mountain range and the fissured earth silently testified that what had just occurred was far from an illusion.
"Number three."
Dugu Yuqing muttered, looking at his past self departing, he knew that Sword Venerable would completely vanish in the Heavenly Abyss.
From now on, there would only be Dugu Yuqing in the world, and no more Sword Venerable.
A causative encounter, just this once.
"The third person will fill the Heavenly Abyss, and it won't be long before the connection between this world and the Grey Mist Sea is completely reactivated."
Yin Xu'an also spoke, lamenting,
"When that time comes... the whole world will be in chaos, and even the Era of the Latter White Mist might come to an end..."
"Judging from this Grey Hou, who knows what the Grey Mist Sea has undergone, it might be far stronger than eons ago!"
He said, then turned to Dugu Yuqing,
"So... our True Ancestor World urgently needs to grow stronger!"
His eyes were burning with eagerness, and he included "our" in his speech.
"Dugu, big brother, I can't sit back and watch our True Ancestor World fail... Let's go, let's go find the number one in Sword Dao, and hear the edicts of that elder!"
Hearing this, Dugu Yuqing laughed and said,
"Fair enough... but, do you like calligraphy?"
He was well aware that Yin Xu'an... was trying to cling to the teacher's coattails!
Calligraphy?
Yin Xu'an suddenly frowned. This... he didn't know how.
A lifetime dedicated to the sword, where would there be time to learn this?
"My teacher secluded himself in the mundane world, never speaking of cultivation matters; his every action was Dao, and what he taught was born from calligraphy!"
Dugu Yuqing declared.
Hearing this, Yin Xu'an gritted his teeth and said,
"Although I don't know... I can learn!"
"I, Yin Mou, boast martial talents that have been unmatched through the ages... Rest assured, I will definitely learn!"
Dugu Yuqing laughed and said, "Good!"
At this moment, Wu Dade could no longer hold back and said,
"Let's stop talking... come on, let's take this giant wild pig back with us, the village can host a banquet again!"
He looked at the mountain-like giant wild pig ahead, drooling quite a bit.
The Grey Hou's Primordial Spirit had perished, but its physical body was still intact, like a small mountain.
"Alright, back to the village for the feast!"
Dugu Yuqing spoke.
Immediately after, they took the corpse of the Grey Hou and headed towards the Deadman Wilderness.
...
Not long after, they appeared just outside the small mountain village.
Seeing this small mountain village, Yin Xu'an was utterly shocked!
"This... such a place exists in the world?!"
He murmured, "My goodness... this kind of place, even the Grey Mist Sea could not accommodate... Could it really come from the Ascendant Path side?!"
At this moment, he was absolutely certain.
This small mountain village... had a huge background, unseen by the world.
Every plant and tree surely involved forbidden levels, and even he, once revered as Sword Ancestor... had no right to come into contact with it.
But now, he had truly seen it!
"Let's go, back to the village," Dugu Yuqing said.
However, Yin Xu'an abruptly grabbed him, nervously saying,
"I'm afraid I'll die if I go in there!"
He was genuinely scared.
Such a place was unfathomable and harbored inconceivable dangers, and it seemed to reject the Origin of the Grey Mist!
Born from the Grey Mist Sea, his essence filled with Grey Mist Origin might kill him with just one step.
Upon hearing this, Dugu Yuqing also frowned.
Seeing this, Yin Xu'an looked at Big Black Dog and said,
"Great Emperor, you promised to protect me. It would be quite a loss of face for a Great Emperor if you couldn't protect your little brother!"
Upon hearing this, Big Black Dog raised its head and said,
"Don't worry, follow me, and you'll be fine!"
"Come on!"
Hearing this, Yin Xu'an tentatively followed.
As he stepped into the small mountain village, he immediately felt his Grey Mist Origin involuntarily shrink back, not daring to leak out at all, retracted to the utmost degree.
As if shivering in fear.
But indeed, he did not die!
"Eh? I wasn't suppressed to death? Looks like I guessed right, with the Red Dust Jade in the sea of consciousness, it won't trigger the village's killing intent..."
Big Black Dog mumbled to itself.
Upon hearing this, Yin Xu'an's blood pressure spiked, and he looked at Big Black Dog, grinding his teeth in annoyance.
Damn it, the Dead Dog had no certainty at all!
He was just guessing... experimenting with him!
"You unreliable cur...!"
He couldn't help but speak out.
Hearing this, Big Black Dog seriously said, "Woof, Yin Number Four, I warn you not to spread rumors! My protection is absolutely effective!"
Yin Xu'an didn't want to talk anymore.
"Da De, where did you guys hunt this giant grey pig?"
At that moment, a voice suddenly came.
Uncle Zhang was walking towards them!
He was carrying a bundle of firewood, and behind him was Ming Tianbei leading Blood Spear and a group of Demon Marshals, all carrying firewood as well.
In addition, there was an old man carrying firewood too, it was none other than Luo Xingchen!
— Ming Tianbei had brought him along to help with the village chores.
And Qingcheng, having lost all her cultivation, was cleaning the courtyard as ordered by Ming Tianbei.
Seeing Uncle Zhang, Wu Dade stopped and wiped his sweat, saying,
"Uncle Zhang, we found it outside... it's very heavy!"
"We can host a banquet tonight!"
Uncle Zhang nodded in agreement and said,
"Giant grey pig... haven't seen one in many years, ate a lot of them in the early years. The meat quality is a bit worse than domestic pigs, but it's not bad!"
Hearing this, Wu Dade, Dugu Yuqing, and the others had already become desensitized and were accustomed to it.
In this world, it seemed there wasn't a thing the villagers hadn't eaten!
Upon hearing the words, Yin Xu'an's heart immediately became complex. Did he eat more in the earlier years? Is the meat quality worse than that of domestic pigs?
What kind of person is this? Dare to speak like this?
This is the Grey Hou.
He couldn't help but look towards Uncle Zhang!
But, with just one glance, his whole body was struck with shock, his eyes nearly like tumultuous waves!
A deep fear flashed through him, he hurriedly closed his eyes, bowed his head, and hurriedly paid his respects, saying,
"...My junior has been disrespectful, I beg the senior for forgiveness, please forgive me!"
At this moment, his back was covered in a layer of cold sweat.
With just one glance, he understood that Uncle Zhang... was absolutely a taboo existence, just one look could potentially invite unmanageable strangeness and karma!
Too terrifying!
Just now, did he actually dare to harbor disrespectful thoughts?
It's over, it's all over!
This kind of existence, eating Grey Hou... it was simply an honor for the Grey Hou!
But Uncle Zhang was puzzled and said,
"Who is this?"
Dugu Yuqing thought for a moment and said,
"Erm... this is a calligraphy enthusiast, and someone my master is looking for... a 'mentally ill' person!"
Upon hearing this, Uncle Zhang immediately understood.
"So, it's mental illness... no wonder!"
No wonder, seeing himself, a simple villager, he claimed 'senior'... turns out he has a screw loose!
But Yin Xu'an was stunned for a moment, what the hell?
Mentally ill?
Since when did he become mentally ill?
However, at this time, he absolutely did not dare to talk back.
If he were to be killed on the spot, it would be over!
"Alright, you guys go find Little Li, leave the big grey pig with Uncle. I'll notify everyone to start the feast!"
Uncle Zhang said, and then added,
"Right, isn't Tian Bei here? Leave the mentally ill person with him too, you all don't need to worry about it."
Hearing this, Wu Dade was immediately overjoyed, as that big grey pig... had been quite a drag to carry.
"Okay, Uncle Zhang, then we'll be leaving first!"
They immediately headed toward the small courtyard.
Seeing Dugu Yuqing and the others leaving, Yin Xu'an instantly panicked, he was very afraid.
And Uncle Zhang instructed,
"That one, Tie Shan, Blood Spear, drag the big grey pig away!"
Tie Shan and Blood Spear immediately went over and dragged the big grey pig toward an empty space in the village.
"Calligraphy-loving mental patient, come here, help pick up firewood!"
Uncle Zhang called out to Yin Xu'an again.
Yin Xu'an was scared to death inside, but carefully and respectfully went over and picked up a bundle of firewood.
Just as he picked up the firewood, he heard a voice from behind him: "Sword Ancestor?"
He turned around and saw Luo Xingchen.
Instantly, Yin Xu'an was also surprised, saying,
"Wu Zu? You're here too?!"
But Luo Xingchen immediately shook his head, saying,
"Don't call me Wu Zu... call me Number One, I am Number One mentally ill!"
Yin Xu'an was even more puzzled, "What... what's going on here?"
Luo Xingchen whispered,
"Don't ask, to put it simply, when we entered this village, we became mentally ill!"
"Pretending to be mentally ill... has its many benefits!"
"Here, I'll share a piece of meat pie with you!"
Saying this, Luo Xingchen took out half a piece of meat pie from his sleeve; it was what he had for breakfast that he had scrimped and saved, carefully hidden away!
Seeing this, Yin Xu'an was shocked. Luo Xingchen, a generation's Wu Zu, how could he live so "miserably"?
It was as if he had survived through a year of famine, even treasuring a small piece of leftover meat pie??
Too much, right?
But when he took the meat pie and smelled it, he was instantly shocked.
The energy contained in the meat pie... was supremely potent, even carrying a hint of forbidden aura!
What the hell was this meat pie... it was an incomparable treasure, even Ascendants would be envious upon seeing it!
"How is it? Not bad, right?"
"Let me tell you, don't think too much about anything else, from today on, the good days are coming!"
With that, Luo Xingchen took out a small cloth bag with an air of pride, saying,
"Look, I still have a lot of good stuff hidden here, vegetable leaves left over from the day before yesterday, the rice ball I ate yesterday, and half a piece of fruit... if thrown into the Grey Mist Sea, these are all earth-shattering treasures!"
Upon seeing this, Yin Xu'an's eyes went wide!
Damn, this is too rich?!
At that moment, he felt the impulse, wanting to knock Luo Xingchen out and plunder it all!
If it were a myriad ages ago, obtaining any one of these... would he still be stuck until now?
Laughable, he had just thought Luo Xingchen "miserable", like he had been through years of famine...
Looking now, he was the one truly miserable, his days in the Grey Mist Sea, claiming sect and ancestry... damn, not even as good as years of famine, it had all gone to the dogs!
Seeing the full envy in Yin Xu'an's eyes, Luo Xingchen prided himself by putting away his treasures, saying,
"These are my treasured collections, saved by eating frugally. If you want some, save up yourself in the future!"
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Saying so, he looked contentedly towards Ming Tianbei, saying,
"The head said that as long as I work hard, he'll reward me with extra meals!"
Yin Xu'an's teeth clenched in an instant, he decided that from now on, he would be a good mental patient in the village!
Thinking this, he mustered up courage and approached Ming Tianbei, saying,
"Head... may I help you carry firewood?"
Ming Tianbei: "??"
This mental patient... seems different from the previous two.
Seeing this, Luo Xingchen was stunned for a moment, then slapped his thigh in frustration, thinking,
"Why didn't I think of helping the head? Damn it, Sword Ancestor, you sycophant!"
...
Meanwhile, Uncle Zhang saw both their actions clearly and couldn't help shaking his head.
As expected of mentally ill.
The older one hoarding stale food was already something... but the new one, so young and polite, who would have thought, salivating over stale food, even bringing spoiled meat pies to his mouth!
"Pitiful!"
He sighed.
...
Good night.