Chapter Thirty-Three: No, Brother Fang!
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Boom!
Just like when you play bomb mode in CrossFire, a massive explosion erupted from the small sand dune where Jiang Lin was lying in ambush.
Jiang Lin and Fang Chaoqun sprang up, back to back, but they were already surrounded by more than a dozen disciples from the righteous sects.
“Brother Jiang, what should we do now?” Fang Chaoqun drew out the long blade he had refined into his life-bound weapon, sweat beading on his forehead.
Fang Chaoqun's blade was found in a secret realm, and in terms of quality, it was like a rare purple item in Dean’s Caress—a stroke of luck. Moreover, the blade seemed to be destined for him. Normally, refining a life-bound weapon would take at least ten days to half a month, but according to him, it only took an hour. Its quality appeared to grow alongside Fang Chaoqun’s cultivation, potentially reaching the level of a demi-divine weapon.
Sigh… How is it that everyone around me seems to have the fate of a protagonist, while I haven’t found a single stroke of luck in all these days? Even the Map of Rivers and Mountains—useless but at least worth a good price—is gone…
Not only that, Jiang Lin seriously suspected that some wild monster in this secret realm had drained his essence. He woke up with terrible back pain…
“Brother Jiang, what’s the matter? Why do you seem so melancholic?”
“It’s nothing, just lamenting the impermanence of the mortal world, Brother Fang. Don’t mind it. By the way, where’s your sister? Didn’t she make it to the finals?”
“Sigh… It’s embarrassing to say, my sister infiltrated the Blood Armor Sect flawlessly, but as her brother, I was sure I could accomplish something great. I’d stir chaos among them, disrupt their hearts, and ultimately break their sect through emotional turmoil.”
“And then?”
“But unexpectedly, while escaping poison, those people focused only on seeking opportunities and triggered a trap. They were all locked in, stayed too long in the poison zone, and were eliminated.”
“…So, there are only the two of us left from the Sun and Moon Cult? And Chen Jia…”
“Seems so!”
“…”
“Jiang Lin! Hand over the Map of Rivers and Mountains, and I’ll spare your life!” demanded a man whose hair looked remarkably like an alpaca, brandishing his sword.
“Hah.” Jiang Lin twisted his waist with a flair, “See the life-saving talisman at my side? How exactly are you going to spare me?”
“Jiang Lin, you little thief! You tricked my Haotian Sect! You humiliated us before the Xuanwu Gate—once you leave the secret realm, you won’t escape death!”
“Well, you can find me after you get out.”
“Until this thief is slain, the anger in my heart won’t be quelled! Everyone, join me in killing him!”
“Charge!”
Whoever gave the signal, everyone surged forward.
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“Brother Fang! Sorry, I’ve dragged you into this.” With his back pressed against Fang Chaoqun, Jiang Lin sighed, “If we make it back to Sun and Moon Cult, I’ll give you another ten percent of our bellyband business!”
“Brother Jiang, your words are enough!”
“Brother Fang…”
“Brother Jiang… Actually, there’s something else.”
“Hm?”
“This blade has a hidden function.”
Jiang Lin brightened: “Could it be an escape function?”
“Well…” Fang Chaoqun’s dark face flushed red. “It’s a bit prideful, but this blade is also known as the Self-Destruct Blade. Its hidden function is… self-destruction.”
“Huh?”
While Jiang Lin was still confused, the surviving young heroes had closed the gap to less than ten meters!
Fang Chaoqun looked into Jiang Lin’s eyes: “Brother Jiang, live well! Obtain the Dragon Soul, let the glory of our Sun and Moon Cult shine, prove that we are not a second-rate demonic sect! We, too, are a sect with dreams!”
“Brother Fang! Are you—”
Before Jiang Lin could finish, Fang Chaoqun grabbed Jiang Lin’s arm and, just like a father spinning his child in circles, spun him 1080 degrees and hurled him far away.
“No, Brother Fang!”
“Brother Jiang!” Fang Chaoqun gazed up at the sky and smiled with heroic righteousness. “I’ll go ahead!”
“Brother Fang…”
“Not good! It’s a trap! Retreat!”
“No! I can’t control myself!”
“I can’t hold back either!”
Just as the dozen or so attackers tried to strike down Jiang Lin and the burly man, Jiang Lin was flung far away, and the burly man stabbed his blade into the sand, chanting a spell.
The beeping before C4 explodes sped up, faster and faster!
Bang!
A deafening blast echoed in the desert.
At that moment, a mushroom cloud rose in the desolate realm…
【Brother Jiang, let’s go steal bellybands together again.】
【Brother Jiang, listen—do you know Chen Jia? That martial maniac? He’s fighting a bear, haha, in the dead of winter, acting like a fool.】
【Brother Jiang, someone’s offering a high price for your master’s bellyband, what do you think… Ah, Brother Jiang, not the face… Ah, and don’t kick my little bird…】
【Brother Jiang, do you think our Sun and Moon Cult could become the number one demonic sect?】
【Brother Jiang…】
Within the mushroom cloud, Jiang Lin seemed to see Fang Chaoqun’s simple, goofy smile, remembering days sneaking into women’s baths to steal bellybands together.
But…
“Brother Fang! Your self-destruction is too powerful… I’ll be eliminated too…”
Just as Jiang Lin exhausted his spiritual power to form a shield, barely resisting the blast, and once again saw his life flash before his eyes, two swords arrived. Jiang Lin felt a soft, cotton-like body tightly embrace him.
Sadly, the turbulence was so intense that Jiang Lin couldn’t open his eyes.
Two girls propped up Jiang Lin, building a joint spiritual barrier. The three of them expended all their spiritual power to withstand the explosion.
A vast cloud of sand enveloped the desert. After the mushroom cloud, dust billowed…
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Two days passed since the explosion. The desert gradually returned to calm, and except for a massive crater where Fang Chaoqun self-destructed, all was as usual.
On the third day, beneath a clear sky, a girl covered in dust staggered up to a large mound.
“It should be here… Tch! In the end, it’s up to me… this young master… to dig you out!”
She called herself “young master,” but her appearance was pure, with a flat chest and perfect long legs. She snorted in a tsundere way and started digging…
She dug for two days before finally, under the sand, she found his shoe.
Her innocent eyes lit up with joy, wiped the sweat from her forehead, breathed in a fresh burst of martial energy, and kept digging.
But as she dug, something felt off.
When she finally excavated everything, she found two girls clinging tightly to his body, holding him close.
And he was peacefully enjoying a facial cleanser.
“Jiang Lin! Die!”
Pfft…
Shoving aside the two girls, Chen Jia punched, sending Jiang Lin spitting sand everywhere…