Watching the Ironhead Kid's almost comical posture, Brother Ji couldn't help but frown. Had his foolish disciple gone mad?
Brother Ji's attention was entirely focused on the Ironhead Kid's waist. He sighed, "Youth is indeed good. This waist, alas, I envy it..."
Under Brother Ji's astonished and puzzled gaze, the Ironhead Kid gripped the sword with both hands, tilting its body backward until its head was almost touching the ground.
Suddenly, it let out a long, drawn-out "Hya!!!"
Its body, which had been bent into an arc, straightened forward with a jolt, and the broken sword in its hand fiercely slashed forward!
"Swish!"
A whistling sound of wind arose, and the broken sword seemed to cut through the very air!
"Boom!"
The broken sword struck the ground directly. Where it passed, the earth instantly cracked, and a deep gully snaked its way, spanning several meters. The previously calm ground was now enveloped in dust and smoke.
Although the display was grand, it didn't cause any earth-shattering phenomena. Instead, a small figure flew backward from mid-air and spun around.
Brother Ji's weak gaze followed the approaching figure.
"What the heck?" Brother Ji muttered.
"Thump."
The small figure landed squarely on Brother Ji. The impact created a crater in the ground precisely in Brother Ji's shape...
The Ironhead Kid sat up, feeling curious. It had flown out, so why didn't it hurt at all when it fell to the ground?
Had its physique become even more robust?
"Wuwu..."
A low whimper was heard. The Ironhead Kid turned its head and was startled!
It quickly jumped up and saw its master lying in the giant pit, eyes rolled back.
The Ironhead Kid hurried to pull Brother Ji up. Brother Ji lifted a chicken wing, wanting to say something, but his mouth was already crooked. He could only tilt his head and sigh deeply.
The Ironhead Kid showed an apologetic expression and carried Brother Ji on its back.
Its gaze drifted to where it had just chopped. With just a fleeting glance, the Ironhead Kid froze. It rubbed its eyes and looked again. It instantly cheered, shaking Brother Ji on its back frantically.
"Master, look!"
Brother Ji, whose life was hanging by a thread, opened his weak eyes and listlessly glanced in the direction the Ironhead Kid was pointing.
Before them lay a deep and long gully. However, Brother Ji was completely uninterested. It just wanted to lie down and eat something... preferably a beautiful contract beast to serve him, bring him drinks, massage his back, and rub his shoulders...
Sensing its master's indifference, the Ironhead Kid wasn't discouraged at all.
After a moment of disappointment, it perked up again. It must be that its strength was too weak, and this move hadn't even caught its master's eye. It gritted its teeth and secretly resolved to become stronger and earn its master's admiration!
In the small cabin on the Forget Worry Grassland, Lu Fei woke up leisurely. He stretched and sat up, not like someone who had been seriously ill, but rather as if he had enjoyed a full night's sleep, feeling refreshed.
Lu Fei's heart was filled with joy. He couldn't help but vent his exhilaration, letting out a loud shout and throwing a few punches forward. Although his movements were strange, they matched his current mood.
Hearing the commotion, a drunken man ran in carrying two bowls. Unprecedentedly, he wasn't carrying his wine gourd, and there wasn't a hint of alcohol on him. Lu Fei almost didn't recognize him.
"You're awake."
The drunken man handed a bowl to Lu Fei. "Since you're awake, drink it yourself. I've been serving you for so many days, I need to collect some interest now."
Lu Fei smiled sheepishly. His emotions were evident. He vaguely remembered throwing himself onto Brother Ji and then losing consciousness, unable to recall what happened next.
"Handsome guy, how long did I sleep?"
The drunken man held up his only arm, showing five fingers, then added two more. He said calmly, "Seven days."
Lu Fei was stunned and somewhat bewildered. He hadn't expected to be unconscious for seven days. He had never experienced what it felt like to be unconscious before, only having received general anesthesia. It felt like closing his eyes and opening them again after a few hours, but for him, a long time had passed without his knowledge.
"Kid, I have many questions for you."
The drunken man said seriously.
Lu Fei didn't find it strange. He had been brought back by the other party, so it was likely he had seen the scene at that time. He obediently replied with an "mm."
"What exactly happened that night?"
Lu Fei answered without hesitation, "I was training with the Ironhead Kid outside when a golden figure suddenly appeared. That guy was tall, and I couldn't even see its full appearance. Later, I hid behind some rocks, and somehow I passed out."
"A golden figure." The drunken man frowned slightly. This matched the partial glimpse he had caught that day.
"You didn't see its appearance clearly?" the drunken man pressed.
Lu Fei shook his head. "It was blocked by the mountain, I couldn't see."
The drunken man nodded at first, but then quickly shook his head. "That's not right." The drunken man pondered for a moment. "But when I found you, your spiritual power was completely depleted. Did you fight that golden thing?"
Lu Fei smiled frankly. "How could I have such ability? I saw that thing collapse the entire mountain. Fighting it would be seeking death."
The drunken man stroked his chin, finding some sense in that.
He took a breath and muttered to himself, "Since you're awake now, stay here yourself. I need to be out for a few days."
Lu Fei was confused.
"Where?"
"I'm going to find that thing."
Lu Fei's lips twitched, but he couldn't voice his thoughts. If the drunken man went out, it would be a futile effort. Yet, he couldn't help but marvel at the drunken man's unfathomable strength. That was the kind of strength that could level mountains, and ordinary people would run away at the sight of it. Yet, this man was going to find it.
Lu Fei could only nod and agree.
Before leaving, the drunken man gave a few more instructions, telling Lu Fei to be careful, to call for nearby contract beasts for help if he encountered any danger, and a series of caring words.
This actually surprised Lu Fei. This old rascal wasn't someone who cared about others. When did his concern become so meticulous? It warmed Lu Fei's heart, but also made him feel a bit guilty. The drunken man was being open with him, while Lu Fei was keeping many things from him.
"Alas, I'll confess to him later."
The drunken man didn't linger. He hastily packed his belongings, slammed the wooden door, and left. Of course, he didn't have spatial items or much luggage, just a few gourds of wine, which Lu Fei was accustomed to.
After the drunken man left, the Ironhead Kid returned, carrying its unlucky master.
From a distance, Lu Fei could hear the sound of "Wei Wei Wei."