"Damn it!"
After a brief pause, Cheng Dongfeng exploded as well, glaring at Dumbo and sneered, "I won't believe it! A dog wants to ride roughshod over my head?"
Duan Tianhe hurriedly pulled Cheng Dongfeng back and said, "Old Cheng, calm down, calm down. What's there to stoop to with a dog?"
Dumbo was promptly displeased, and its canine eyes turned towards Duan Tianhe, baring its teeth. "What do you mean? Are you looking down on dogs? "
Meow!
Trumbo mewled and lunged at Dumbo, wrapping its front paws around Dumbo's leg and mewling a few times.
It was only then that Dumbo sheathed its sword and said, "My master's business is important. If I wasn't afraid that my master would get impatient and angry, I would have fought with you today. Alright, Dumbo, let's go!"
Whoosh!
It turned into an afterimage and ran towards the depths of Mount Dadong.
And it was running on its hind legs.
Recently, Dumbo had been imitating humans in every way he spoke and behaved, even getting himself a pair of Superman underpants. Right now, he was holding a sword in his paw and sprinting on his hind legs, and the sight of him running around on his hind legs was simply too impactful.
Trumbo offered Duan Tianhe and Cheng Dongfeng a fist-palm salute and meowed a few times, its pitch-black eyes swiveling around in a very human-like expression.
？？？
Both Cheng Dongfeng and Duan Tianhe stared blankly at each other.
What was that supposed to mean?
What was that cat trying to say?
Meow?
Trumbo tilted its head and mewled questioningly … its face showing disdain. Can't you understand my cat language?
Rank-seven Ferals could communicate with humans through spiritual acoustics.
Trumbo, however, did not do that.
It thought for a moment, and with a swipe of its paw, it pulled out its knife and waved it at the ground a few times. The knife Qi was wantonly scattered. Using the knife as a pen, it wrote on the ground, "Don't be angry, don't lower yourself to that stupid dog's level. Alright, I'll go first."
Old …
I?
Watching as Trumbo swiftly left, Cheng Dongfeng scowled and cursed, "Damn it, that cat and dog are so infuriating. I'll beat them up when I get the chance!"
Duan Tianhe recovered from his shock and said faintly, "Brother Cheng, are you sure you can beat them?"
Nonetheless, Duan Tianhe quickly changed the topic when he saw Cheng Dongfeng's outburst and said seriously, "If I'm not mistaken, Jiang He's cat and dog … are rank-seven intermediate-pinnacle?"
"The intelligence of a rank-7 Middle-stage Feral Beast is indeed high, but it can't reach this level, can it?"
If Jiang He's dog's ability to speak the human tongue could be attributed to its innate talent, then what about its Blade Qi and Sword Qi?
This cat and dog actually knew saber and sword techniques, and they seemed to have cultivated them to a decent level … How did they cultivate?
Could it be that Jiang He's beast-tamer ability was special, and he could teach Ferals martial arts?
Alright.
Even if you can teach Berserk Beasts to practice martial arts, isn't this too bizarre?
He had actually trained to such a level?
Over on Duan Tianhe's side, there were thousands of questions. The MAD personnel who came with him were in an uproar as well, utterly stunned by Dumbo and Trumbo's performance. "Rank-seven intermediate-pinnacle …" someone muttered.
"Jiang He's dog was only rank-three a month ago!"
As soon as he said that, everyone's gazes turned to him.
It was Su Ze who spoke.
Cheng Dongfeng's martial nephew no longer had the same drive he had when he first arrived at Lingzhou City. Instead, he was exuding a down-to-earth vigor, and appeared a little timid even as everyone looked at him. Shrinking his neck, he said, "I've been to Jiang He's house a few times before, and I'm quite familiar with his dog. It was definitely rank-three a month ago."
"That's impossible! Doesn't that mean Jiang He's dog cultivated from rank-three to rank-seven pinnacle in just a month?"
Everyone was in disbelief, but Cheng Dongfeng sneered. "What's impossible about that? Alright, let's keep going! "
The others might not know, but he did.
Jiang He's cat and dog …
Eating king-level and emperor-level Direbeasts' meat every day, how could he not advance quickly?
A single drop of rank-nine Origin Fluid would cost up to millions, and Jiang He would count it by the bottle even when he fed cats and dogs … let alone a dog, even an ant or a maggot would turn into a high-tier rank-nine.
Cheng Dongfeng's heart began to bleed at that thought.
Truly, humans were worse than dogs!
At first, Cheng Dongfeng and Duan Tianhe had deliberately slowed down along with the Martial Arts Department (MAD) personnel, afraid that they would be attacked by Ferals … but after traveling twenty-five kilometers …
They did not even see a single Feral hair, let alone a single Feral.
The massive earthquake caused by the collapse of the heritage site had long since sent the Ferals living in Mount Dadong fleeing in panic.
After confirming that there was no danger, Duan Tianhe and Cheng Dongfeng cast their form techniques and hastened on.
After advancing for another fifteen kilometers or so, they suddenly stopped.
In front of them, a small mountain split open in the middle. There was a crack that ran through the entire mountain. They flipped over the small mountain and saw that the crack extended deep into the great Dong Mountain. The deeper they went into the great Dong Mountain, the deeper and wider the crack became.
Moreover, there were over a dozen similar fissures on both sides, and there was no telling how many of the hills had collapsed.
Both Cheng Dongfeng and Duan Tianhe appeared increasingly shocked and somber.
Was this any different from blowing up Mount Dadong?
All of Mount Dadong was almost gone, was it not?
"Old Duan!"
"Should we apply to the higher-ups to get a satellite to monitor Jiang He in the future? The kid only blew up Ferals at first, and now he almost destroyed Mount Dadong. If he gets stronger and goes overseas for a trip, I'd believe it if they say that he could destroy an entire country."
Hehe.
Duan Tianhe chuckled helplessly.
Monitor?
Jiang He was not a criminal, so why monitor him?
How much had Jiang He done for the Hua Nation in less than two months?
Everyone knew that Jiang He's cultivation was improving like a rocket, but no one had ever mentioned it. That was because Jiang He was killing Ferals and Sky Demon Cultists. Even if his original intention was not to protect the country, his actions and results had definitely contributed greatly to the country.
Of course.
Now, no one dared to mention it.
What if Jiang He came slashing at you with a blade? Could you beat him?
"Satellite surveillance? Aren't you afraid that Jiang He would blow up the satellite in anger?" Duan Tianhe teased.
Neither of them were slow, and soon reached the core of Mount Dadong, arriving at the ruins.
Meanwhile, Jiang He was sitting on a stool with his legs crossed above the rubble as he ate his boxed lunch, while Yan Dehao was digging something nearby with his blade.
The sky was already bright.
Jiang He smiled when he saw Duan Tianhe and Cheng Dongfeng. "Grandson and Chief Duan, you're here?"
"Have you had breakfast?"
"I brought a boxed lunch. Want some?"
Duan Tianhe was about to shake his head and refuse, but Cheng Dongfeng's eyes lit up when he remembered something. He strode up to Jiang He and smiled, "Grand-master, do you have extra food? Do you want me to eat with you? "
Smiling, Jiang He took out a boxed lunch and passed it to Cheng Dongfeng, before passing it to Duan Tianhe.
Duan Tianhe shook his head.
He never had the habit of eating breakfast, not to mention that he had come in a hurry today and did not even wash his face and brush his teeth.
"What actually happened, Jiang He?"
Duan Tianhe asked about the situation, and could not help glancing at Yan Dehao, who was digging nearby, and asked in surprise, "Who is that?"
"It's him … Yan Dehao."
Jiang He said vaguely, munching on his rice. "You might not know him, but you definitely know him. He's the spy Wang Hou planted in the Sky Demon Cult."
"What?"
Duan Tianhe appeared utterly surprised. "The spy Wang Hou planted in the Sky Demon Cult? Why would he come to Mount Dadong? What … is he digging? "
"Digging up a corpse."
Jiang He nonchalantly threw away the empty lunch box and took out a mineral water bottle, asking, "Want some water, Chief Duan?"
"Thanks, but I'm not thirsty."
Duan Tianhe shook his head again. Beside him, Cheng Dongfeng's eyes lit up and he said begrudgingly, "Grand-master, I'm thirsty …"
Jiang He nonchalantly threw the mineral water bottle to Cheng Dongfeng and took out another one for himself. Twisting the cap and having a few sips to moisten himself, he asked, "Isn't there a heritage site on Mount Dadong?"
"The Graywolf King and the Sky Demon Cult had reached an agreement to open the heritage site together, and Yan Dehao came with the Cardinal of the Sky Demon Cult … Eh? What's wrong, Chief Duan? "
Jiang He asked, noticing that there was something wrong with Duan Tianhe's gaze even before he finished.
Meanwhile, Duan Tianhe was a little baffled.
What was that smell?
It smelled so good …
Jiang He caught a whiff of a special aroma when he opened the bottle cap, but Jiang He quickly closed it again. Duan Tianhe did not pay much attention to it, simply assuming that the mineral water Jiang He drank was a little special.
Even so …
Cheng Dongfeng opened the mineral water bottle as well.
He did not drink it right away after he opened it.
Instead, he picked it up and held it to his nose, taking a deep breath.
"Wow … it smells so good."
He sighed emotionally.
Glug, glug …
Only then did Cheng Dongfeng start gulping down the water. It was as if he had never drunk water in eight lifetimes. In one breath, he finished the entire bottle … and that was not all. He even used his vital energy to scoop out the remaining two drops of water from the bottom of the bottle and carefully placed them in his mouth.
Duan Tianhe's puzzled face darkened.
Wasn't this too embarrassing?
Cheng Dongfeng was his' subordinate 'in any case. Was there a need to go so far over a bottle of mineral water?
Even Duan Tianhe was embarrassed in front of Jiang He, and so he chuckled awkwardly, saying, "Don't mind him, Jiang He. Old Cheng is just like that. He must have encountered a great drought when he was young, and he's so afraid of water that he wouldn't waste a single drop … water … eh?"
Even before he finished, his eyes widened at Cheng Dongfeng, and he shot to his feet with a swish.
Cheng Dongfeng's body shuddered, and his eyes lit up in delight. "My spirit has ascended … Grand-master Jiang He, is this bottle of Origin Fluid that improves spirit?"
What the hell!
What the hell!
What the hell!
Duan Tianhe's eyes promptly reddened when he came to his senses.
Origin Fluid?
Or …
Something that improves spirit?
He slapped himself on the face and was about to cry …
How could my mouth be so cheap? Jiang He offered me a bottle just now, and I refused!!!
Come to think of it …
Are you that inhumane, Jiang He?
Keeping Origin Fluid in a mineral water bottle?
Asking people if they were thirsty … did you really treat this treasure as tap water?
(PS: Sob, I'm falling out of the top 100 monthly votes. Brothers, vote! I'm rolling around and acting cute for votes!)
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