The drumstick was done, but Sixth Elder had yet to return, and Ma Liang had to carefully put it into a plastic bag.
That was not a problem.
Being a fire-type Awakened, he could easily reheat the drumstick even if it was cold, and he would be able to impress Sixth Elder when the time comes.
Ma Liang thought happily. In his mind, he was even imagining himself being "valued" by the Sixth Elder. From then on, he would reach the pinnacle of his life and live a shameless life with the Sixth Elder.
Even so, Brave Star frowned.
A bad feeling rose in his heart, and he subconsciously raised his hand to look at the Rolex again.
It was four in the morning.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ma Liang with a lewd look on his face. There was no telling what he was thinking, but he was sitting on the ground with his legs between his legs, his buttocks writhing restlessly.
His attitude was really infuriating.
Gritting his teeth, Brave Star barked, "What are you doing, Ma Liang?"
Coming to his senses, Ma Liang flashed an enchanting smile at Brave Star and asked in a feminine voice, "Lord Brave Star, when is Sixth Elder returning?"
"How the hell should I know?"
Brave Star was a little angry, and the bad feeling in his heart intensified.
On the other hand, Ma Liang found Brave Star's rage rather manly, and flashed an enchanting smile. "Lord Brave Star, I'm done roasting Sixth Elder's drumstick. I wonder if Sixth Elder killed that wretched Jiang He …"
"Shut up!"
Furious, Brave Star promptly struck out with his palm from the distance.
Pow!
Ma Liang was sent flying backward, coughing blood as he landed.
Startled out of his fantasies, he fell to his knees and begged, "Mercy, Lord Star, mercy …"
Brave Star rose to his feet, growling, "It's just a rank-five Jiang He. Isn't it a piece of cake for Sixth Elder to kill him? I'll kill you with a single palm if you dare to say another word! "
He turned and headed out of the farmyard.
"No, I have to contact Sixth Elder!"
Brave Star whipped out his satellite phone.
Reasonably speaking, Sixth Elder was out to kill someone, and a phone call at a critical moment might affect him. Still, Brave Star could not care about that right now.
… …
After seeing off Cheng Dongfeng and Chen Jingzhou, Jiang He moved Kun of the Left's corpse into his yard.
Of course.
Naturally, Kun of the Left would not let go of that saber.
This was an S-grade alloy saber. Its quality and workmanship were above the two S-grade weapons he had sold earlier. It would not be difficult to sell it for 40 to 50 million.
Kun of the Left had another sixteen flying daggers with him.
Jiang He had checked and found that the flying daggers were very sharp and were all forged from S-grade alloy.
"The flying daggers are small and not much S-grade alloy is used, but it wouldn't be hard to sell all sixteen of them for around ten million." Jiang He could not help chuckling after his assessment.
Why did it feel like …
Was the Heavenly Demon Cult the same as the Boy of Fortune?
How long has it been?
The Sky Demon Cult had given him at least two to three hundred million in resources alone, and that did not include the merit points the Martial Arts Department (MAD) had given him.
"Oh right!"
How many merit points do I have now?
"Didn't Duan Tianhe say that the Warrior Home forum has already started closed beta testing? He even sent me a website invitation code … Maybe I can study it. "
Jiang He thought then, and looked up to find Trumbo kneeling in the yard, wiping his tears.
Beside it was Dumbo's corpse.
Trumbo had already cleaned and pieced the corpse together, and it did not look as wretched as before.
That was when a humming sound echoed. Jiang He searched Sixth Elder's body and found a satellite phone. When he answered the call, a voice spoke from the other end, "Sixth Elder?"
Jiang He frowned but said nothing.
The voice from the other end continued, "When are you coming back, Sixth Elder? Is that little bastard Jiang He dead? "
“？？？”
Jiang He was shaking with rage.
"What the hell, what are you Sky Demon Cult up to?"
"Leaving aside your repeated attacks on me, your Sixth Elder actually snuck into my neighbor's house in the middle of the night and cruelly killed my dog. How shameless can you be?"
Jiang He could vaguely hear the breathing from the other end of the call becoming more rapid. Just as he was about to unleash his ten-second skill, he heard another trembling voice —
"Where's Sixth Elder?"
"Nonsense. I stabbed him to death, of course!"
Pow!
The phone in Brave Star's hand promptly dropped to the floor, turning black. Even so, he did not seem to notice it as his entire body was shaking. All he could feel was cold sweat all over his body, his limbs turning cold and his throat parched.
"No …"
"That's impossible!"
"Sixth Elder had already grasped blade will. How powerful would he be?"
"He was once a legendary assassin and most adept at assassination. There's no way he would have missed killing a rank-five like Jiang He!"
According to the Sky Demon Cult's intelligence, Jiang He was still rank-five.
Still, the Sky Demon Cult's intelligence was not to be blamed. Jiang He's cultivation had improved too quickly, and the intelligence system of others simply could not keep up with his progress.
…
"Are you out of your mind?"
Jiang He promptly threw his phone. You killed my dog, and now you're calling to check up on me? Are you trying to piss me off?
Still, that's not a problem.
Dumbo …
It died a worthy death.
Before it died, it killed a rank-nine elite, and its life as a dog could be said to have reached the pinnacle.
Jiang He found a shovel and entered the yard. Even as he dug a hole, he turned by reflex toward Trumbo, who was still wiping away its tears and not even looking at Jiang He.
"Fool!"
"Trash!"
Jiang He clenched his teeth in frustration. If Dumbo had seen him coming with a shovel, it would have started digging already …
No.
He did not even have to carry the shovel himself.
"If Dumbo was alive, it would have buried Sixth Elder of the Sky Demon Cult in the time it takes me to smoke a cigarette, and the bricks on his grave would have already been stacked." The more Jiang He thought about it, the angrier he got. Slapping Trumbo to the ground with the shovel, he kicked and beat it while barking, "Trash, what are you crying for? Why aren't you going to dig?"
Aggrieved, Trumbo picked up the shovel and began to dig.
On the other hand, Jiang He took out a handful of blended qi pellets and took a dozen pictures of Dumbo's corpse even as he popped the pellets into his mouth, taking out his phone to snap a dozen pictures of Dumbo's corpse, front, side, and back … but most importantly, he captured Dumbo's terrified dog eyes before it died …
There was no point in doing that, and it was just a bad taste. After he planted Dumbo, he would show it a few times … and let it know how tragic its death was.
"Eh?"
"The blended qi pellets taste quite good, though it's a little expensive at three million each."
Jiang He grabbed another handful of blended qi pellets and wolfed them down without thinking.
He was a little hungry.
What time was it already?
He had already forgotten to eat dinner.
After Trumbo finished digging, Jiang He buried Dumbo inside and redeemed a pack of Mysterious Soil, sprinkling a third of it in before instructing Trumbo to fill the hole, pile the grave, and irrigate it.
After the grave was built, Trumbo found paper out of nowhere and was actually going to burn it for Dumbo.
Jiang He kicked it, barking, "Burn, my foot. Go dig a hole and bury Kun of the Left … eh?"
He suddenly gasped in surprise.
That …
Ascended?
He had only eaten the blended qi pellets as a midnight snack, and he had unwittingly reached rank-six pinnacle?
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