Chapter 8: You’ll have enough dog shit!

"What a strength!"

Shu Mingchen was stunned, looking at the thin and dark Taoist who was knocked down on the dug-out coffin by Xu Fu's punch and couldn't even get up.

"Is this what the beggar just said about [poor skills]? !

'This dark and thin Taoist priest is at least a foundation-building cultivator. Although he has consumed a lot of his mana, he still has the strength of Qi Condensation Great Perfection. He can't even block a punch from this passerby. This is even more powerful than the punch my mother used to hit my father!'

Thinking of this, Shu Mingchen carefully took a step back, silently thinking about whether he had offended her just now.

Xu Fu loosened his fingers and wrists and looked at his masterpiece in amazement.

Just adding a little bit of strength can have miraculous effects. Although there are some people whose realm is low and foundation is poor, so a little bit can also have a superb effect, but it is extraordinary to be able to break the physical defense of the foundation.

It turns out that not being greedy and being simple pays off. From now on, I will just choose C!

Sighing in his heart, Xu Fu turned his head to look at Shu Mingchen and said, "I'll come here. Please help my brother."

The most important thing is to stay away from me, it's very dangerous!
Shu Mingchen was stunned for a moment, then quickly picked up his sword and joined the battle against the Yaksha.

Xu Fu breathed a sigh of relief and was not worried.

The quality of the bootlickers arranged by the original book's author for Cang Yujiao is impeccable. After all, Shu Mingchen is the only son of the Shangqing Peak's master and his wife. He is a famous genius in the original book. He realized the sword intent and laid the foundation at the age of fourteen. If he hadn't suffered from love-brain, he would have achieved great success in swordsmanship.

so--

Love-brained, a capital crime!

Xu Fu secretly gritted his teeth, and after calming down, he looked at the dark and thin Taoist priest, without any disparagement or boasting, and only said:
"The disciples of Mount Sanqing will be here soon. It will not only be useless to continue the stalemate, but will only make matters worse.

"Demons are not of our kind, their hearts must be different. When they are strong, they will rob and steal, and when they are weak, they will be submissive and disregard kindness. This is their nature. You are a human, why do you have to join the Heavenly Demon Cult, collude with the demons, and harm your own kind?"

"You ignorant boy, you are talking nonsense!"

The dark and thin Taoist wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered:

"Do you know how many years it takes for humans to reach the stage of foundation building? For the talented chosen ones, it takes at least half a year, and at most five or six years, while those of us without talent who rely on hard work need to spend more than ten or twenty years! And for someone like me who entered Taoism at the age of twenty, it took me a full thirty years to build the foundation! I have no dignity and cannot raise my head on Mount Sanqing!
"And even if they have established their foundation, what can a human cultivator do? Can they withstand the attacks of a few monsters? A few monsters can kill us cultivators who have practiced hard for many years! Moreover, do you know how many monsters there are? There are more than five times as many cultivators!
"We also have to protect a group of mortals, and the monster tribe can kill people even if they are just young ones! If humans cannot defeat monsters, the immortals will die. I have seen the general trend of heaven and am just following it!"

Xu Fu could sense the despair in the thin and dark Taoist's voice, but because he was not seeking immortality he felt nothing. And because he was a visitor from outer space he felt strange and alienated from him.

Finally, he said indifferently: "Fellow Daoist, you are very eloquent. I only ask you two questions."

"what?"

"You are dying now, why don't I see your demon master coming to protect you?"

"..."

"Also, you work diligently for others, but how come your cultivation is still so low? You can't even block a punch from a kid like me. You're too weak! Could it be that your dog master doesn't feed you?"

"..."

The thin and dark Taoist's face turned red, his jaw was clenched and twitching, and in the firelight it looked like a blood-filled black ball that was about to burst at any time.

“I really didn’t give it to you.”

Xu Fu sneered and said leisurely: "Oh, then you are really a - good dog."

"presumptuous!!"

The thin and dark Taoist shouted angrily and slammed the coffin beside him with his intact left hand.

This is the coffin of the rich man Zhang’s son that was dug out in advance, and inside it is the body of a young child who was poisoned to death by a poisonous insect.

The poisonous insects are of the best quality given by the leader, and are nourished with the flesh and blood of a living boy of extreme yang. The poisonous insects raised are at least earth-level, and are more than enough to kill a physical cultivator who has not yet established a foundation!

"Those who insult our Heavenly Demon Sect shall die!"

The dark and thin Taoist priest was about to open the coffin as if he was having a last burst of energy, clearly intending to die together with the other party.

"You are still stubborn. I will give you another chance to be with the Tao. Please accept it."

Xu Fu held the Thunder Spirit Talisman between his fingers and threw it out. Although he had no magic power, he had the strongest inheritance background granted by heaven, so he was able to use the power of the talisman very smoothly and handily. He shouted:
"Hurry up as a law!"

Just one simple sentence could cause such a huge thunder!

An ordinary-level thunder talisman exploded with power almost like a magic weapon, and dazzling lightning struck the Taoist and the coffin!
...and that end.

Cripple Jiang leaped back, seized the opportunity and struck the Yaksha in the abdomen with his bamboo stick, driving it straight into the immortal sword stabbed by Shu Mingchen, who slashed the Paper Yaksha's body from top to bottom, used his magic power to destroy the foundation, and shouted: "Break!"

Yaksha screamed, lost his breath on the spot, and fell to the ground dead.

Soon it turned into a piece of tattered yellow paper.

"Mingchen!"

A call from the sky.

"Uncle Wanyan!"

Shu Mingchen looked up in surprise and saw a cultivator with a gorgeous face coming on a sword, followed by several people.

Wanyan Jing put away his sword and walked over quickly: "I saw your signal for help and came here. What's going on? Where are your uncle and the others? Why are you alone? Lao Jiang, why are you here too?!"

Wanyan Jing was confused and looked at Lame Jiang.

Shu Mingchen was startled, looked at the dirty, smelly beggar, and said hesitantly:

"Uncle Master, do you... know him?"

Lame Jiang didn't pay any attention to it. He looked towards Xu Fu's side and saw thunder about to strike from the sky.

Wanyan Jing also looked over and squinted his eyes and said, "Why is the traitor from Shangqing Peak here? And who is that kid who attracted the lightning?"

"That person is his sister. The coffin contains poisonous insects made from a living person!"

Shu Mingchen then remembered the important matter and hurriedly said, "Uncle Master, stop it quickly——"

"Don't worry, just keep watching."

Lame Jiang interrupted, Wanyan Jing nodded after consideration, and everyone looked over.

"God helps me, this is just what I want!"

The dark and thin Taoist opened the coffin and laughed loudly under the lightning: "Just split this coffin open, release my Blood and Flesh King Gu, and destroy—what?!"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

The thin and dark Taoist was hit hard by the stench that came out when the coffin was opened. He was dazed as he watched the poisonous insects turn into lumps of excrement mixed with yellow, brown and green, some of which were diarrhea, some were constipated, and some were undigested vegetable leaves.

"who is it--?!"

The thin and dark Taoist raised his arms to the sky and roared angrily.

"Who replaced my Gu with shit?!"

"Bam—!!"

The thunder rolled down and the shit in the coffin exploded into pieces. No matter whether it was yellow, brown, green, runny or hard, it all covered the mouth, face and body. It was scorched and evaporated by the thunder and completely solidified!
There are no dead people, but shit people suddenly appear!

“Hahahaha… I’ll give you a chance. The truth is in the shit.”

Xu Fu had already retreated to a safe distance, pinching his nose and laughing: "Good dog of the Heavenly Demon Sect, I'll let you eat your fill at once!"

Several people behind him were dumbfounded.

"Oh my god," Wanyan Jing was shocked and looked at Lame Jiang beside him, "What's your idea?"

"No," Lame Jiang smiled, "It was my sister's idea."

Wanyan Jing was stunned, then clapped his hands and laughed.

"Great! What a talent!"

"Since he's such a wonderful person..."

Cripple Jiang stopped smiling and looked at Wanyan Jing: "In the Sanqing Mountain Outer Sect Selection in two days, can I ask for a place for my sister?"

(End of this chapter)