“The divine armguard is a treasured heirloom of my clan and cannot be lost. I can lend it to you this time, but if you survive, you must return it,” the girl in purple, Yun Xi, said.
“I thought you were going to give me the armguard itself or perhaps another one to make a pair. Then I could use them to double-kill the great demon spider and the one on the Sky God Mountain. What a disappointment,” Shi Hao replied.
Yun Xi was so irritated that her teeth were itching. Why did this guy always have such a high opinion of himself and talk about double-killing venerables, as if he were in the North Sea Kunpeng Nest?
Besides, the armguard was originally extorted from him, so why should he get another one?
Yun Xi thought of the times he had wrestled with her on Hundred Break Mountain, even biting her ear, making her feel as uncomfortable as if a swarm of small insects were crawling on her delicate body.
“How can you be so thick-skinned?” Yin Xue muttered.
“How do you know I’m thick-skinned if you haven’t touched me?” Shi Hao said, glancing at her before focusing again on Yun Xi’s delicate ear.
“You are thick-skinned,” Yun Xi added.
“Nonsense. If you don’t understand, don’t speak out of turn. My skin is the thinnest; yours are thicker than mine. If you don’t believe it, let’s compare by touching each other,” Shi Hao said.
In the distance, a group of people were dumbfounded.
How disgraceful, many young men thought. This shameless kid is so despicable.
Yun Xi and Yin Xue glared at him, having never seen anyone so thick-skinned. And this guy actually came closer, reaching out to compare.
“Go to hell, go to hell!” The two of them screamed and retreated, their faces flushed.
“Junior sister, see? Their skin is thicker than mine. They’re too afraid to let me touch them; they’re clearly feeling guilty,” Shi Hao said, turning to Huoling Er.
Everyone was speechless. This guy was truly universally detested. The young men from the Ancient God Mountain were on the verge of madness, as if they had drunk demon blood, ready to rush over. They could no longer tolerate their goddess being mocked.
However, in the end, no one dared to take action because they knew this guy was too ruthless. The four youths with gray hair had their backsides kicked until they were severely injured, serving as the most obvious “example.”
“Return the armguard to me after this matter is settled,” Yun Xi said.
Shi Hao gave her a sidelong glance and said, “If I die in battle, the venerable will take the armguard, and it will definitely be reclaimed by your Sky God Mountain, after all, it’s an old acquaintance. Now you ask me for a promise, that if I don’t die, I’ll return it to you. Hmm, really good calculation. Regardless, this item must be reclaimed after this battle. But why should it be collateral? If you don’t keep your promise later, this thing will belong to me. When will you also give me the original armguard?”
Yun Xi gritted her teeth. This guy was stubborn and would not concede even a little, like a tough piece of meat with no way to deal with him. However, this armguard was a pair of ancient relics from the Sky God Mountain and had special significance, so it could not fall into other hands.
“I have a teleportation talisman here that I can give you. You return the armguard to me, and then quickly escape. You are no match for the two venerables, even if you hold a true divine artifact. The gap in their levels is too great,” Yun Xi advised.
“Do you think I’m someone who’s afraid of trouble? Escaping is not my style. With the armguard in hand, I will conquer the world. Just watch, I will make those two venerables cry for their mothers,” Shi Hao said confidently.
Not far away, the young men from the Ancient God Mountain were listening intently, each one dumbfounded. This guy was bursting with confidence. Did he even know what he was saying?
“Alright, don’t mention the armguard again. Unless you are going to guard the village for me, don’t try to advise me,” Shi Hao refused, continuing to walk his dog.
Everyone looked on in shock. This guy was even making demands of the goddess. The idea of guarding the village sounded more like taming an ancient beast.
Yun Xi and Yin Xue were naturally resentful and wanted to team up to beat him up, but they felt they couldn’t win.
The feast began, with precious dishes on jade and stone tables, the aroma of wine filling the air. Before even drinking, the smell was intoxicating, and the wine was thick and sparkling.
Huo Ling Er had a special status and could sit in the Central Sky Palace because she was representing the Fire Emperor, but she chose to sit outside, next to Shi Hao’s jade table, as she was more familiar with this troublemaker.
“I’m still hungry. Bring me another serving,” Shi Hao called out. Each person had a jade table full of delicacies, which he quickly cleared, smiling at the palace maid who served the food.
“How can you eat so much?” Huo Ling Er regretted sitting next to him. It was too embarrassing.
“Can’t we have a buffet? If you just roast a fierce beast here, that would be enough for me,” Shi Hao said.
“Keep your voice down,” Huo Ling Er glanced around. This was too awkward.
“Why worry?” Shi Hao grumbled, taking out the Celestial Bowl, his palm glowing with fire as he started roasting. A faint scream came from inside.
“Are you disgusting? Roasting spiders to eat?” Huo Ling Er was startled. Seeing such things affected her appetite.
“Do you understand? This is pure-blooded and is a main ingredient in refining divine pills,” Shi Hao responded unhappily.
“Pure-blooded demon spiders are extremely poisonous. If you eat them without proper processing, even a divine being couldn’t save you,” Huo Ling Er warned.
“Then I’ll save it for refining pills another day.”
Finally, the palace maid brought another table of delicacies, which somewhat satisfied his appetite. These were not ordinary items; they contained abundant spiritual energy.
He drank cup after cup, the wine’s fragrance intoxicating him to the point of nearly forgetting everything else.
“You have a decisive battle later. You might end up drunk before even getting into a fight,” Huo Ling Er reminded angrily.
“Don’t worry, I’ll kick their butts later.” The troublemaker drank happily, frequently raising his glass to those around him, including the Rain Tribe’s experts and the Tuoba Clan.
These people cursed their luck, their faces darkened, and they turned away, refusing to look at him.
“By the way, what’s the deal with the venerable from the Sky God Mountain? I didn’t provoke him. Why did he despicably grant me a divine artifact, trying to have his disciples deal with me?” Shi Hao asked.
Nearby, many people were speechless. This guy was so clueless, only now thinking of asking.
“Junior Sister Yun Xi, what’s the background of that old guy from Sky God Mountain?” Shi Hao asked as he walked to another area where the disciples of the Ancient God Mountain were gathered.
“You ate his descendants and still don’t know who he is?” Yin Xue was astonished.
“That old guy keeps himself hidden. How would I know? I haven’t seen him before. Besides, who knows where Sky God Mountain is?” Shi Hao muttered.
A group of people grew increasingly uncomfortable. The prestigious Ancient God Mountain seemed so insignificant in his eyes, and the way he referred to it as a “corner” was maddening.
The youths from the Ancient God Mountain sitting in this area were normally full of superiority, but now they were completely speechless, stunned by this troublemaker’s attitude.
Among them, a young girl looked dejected and said to herself, “So our god mountain is this weak? Sister lied to me, saying we are the strongest race in the world.” She was very young, about five or six years old.
“Don’t listen to his nonsense. Our god mountain is not weak. There’s only one abnormal person like him,” a young girl advised.
“Hey, fatty, how are you speaking?” Shi Hao looked over and stared at the girl.
“Don’t bully people here,” Yun Xi and Yin Xue both stood up, genuinely afraid he would cause trouble.
“I’m just asking. When have I bullied anyone?” Shi Hao shrugged.
The crowd grew increasingly uncomfortable. They were pure-blooded beings, among the most powerful young talents of the Wasteland, yet they were being portrayed as victims. It was truly a bitter pill to swallow.
“So it turns out the venerable from the Sky God Mountain is the ancestral being of the pure-blooded Qingyun you devoured in the North Sea,” someone eventually informed him, unwilling to let this troublemaker continue to be a nuisance here, as it was too disheartening.
“Ah, so it’s a mature pure-blooded Qingluan. I like it. We’ll have to discuss it later and make sure to keep its body intact for roasting,” Shi Hao muttered to himself.
The crowd: “”
This guy was becoming more and more outrageous. They grumbled and secretly cursed him, thinking he was treating the venerable like a dish. Fortunately, the moment of truth was approaching.
As for the human cultivators, they were already astonished. Some young women looked at Shi Hao with burning eyes, amazed to see him disdainfully confronting a group of pure-blooded beings.
At this moment, laughter echoed through the air as several figures walked through the huge archway and onto the plaza in front of the heavenly palace. They were striking and exuded an intimidating aura.
Soon, some of the pure-blooded beings went to greet them, showing great enthusiasm.
These were slightly older pure-blooded beings, ranging from their twenties to thirties, each exceptionally powerful, their blood energy surging and nearly suffocating.
“What? Daring to provoke my grandfather? Where is this reckless thing?”
A golden-haired young man sneered, scanning the crowd. Although they had arrived late, they had heard some news. His pupils were golden and emitted two terrifying golden beams of light, and his clothes were similarly golden, a golden robe.
He was entirely golden and quickly fixed his gaze on Shi Hao, saying, “Is it this little brat? So small, with the smell of milk still on him, daring to be arrogant.”
He moved swiftly, creating a gust of golden wind that cut through the air like a blade, his blood energy surging like crashing waves, intimidating the soul.
Approaching closer, he sneered, “Speak, who instructed you to do this? If you’re seeking death, there are better ways to go about it.”
“Who are you? Are you sick? Go away and stop being an eyesore,” Shi Hao glanced at him a few times, not taking him seriously.
The golden-haired young man’s expression grew colder, and he said frostily, “No one can save you now. I will slowly chop you into a hundred pieces.”
Nearby, people gasped, and some whispered.
“That’s someone from the Demon Spirit Lake. He’s a golden spider.”
“Golden spiders are rare, surpassing ordinary demon spiders. He’s a powerful young being even among pure-blooded creatures.”
Shi Hao heard the discussions and immediately understood his identity. He gave him a sidelong glance and said, “So it’s a golden poison spider. I can’t even eat it. What use are you? Just stay aside.”
The crowd: “”
The golden spider was furious. Since its birth, it had never been so underestimated. Anger surged, and a fire seemed to ignite within him, nearly setting him ablaze.
He was a pure-blooded being, a powerful ancient golden spider, and being so belittled was unbearable.
“Alright, don’t get so worked up. The banquet will end soon. Watch from the side and see how I deal with your grandfather. Then you’ll be convinced,” Shi Hao patted him on the shoulder and said calmly.
继续去写第三章。
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