Chapter 15: Saving a Fat Boy.
At the border between the Xingluo Empire and the Tiandou Empire, there lies a small village called "Flying Bird Village," just a hundred miles from the Xingdou Great Forest.
However, the entire village is home to only about three hundred households, and the villagers' martial spirits are primarily poultry, such as chickens, ducks, and geese.
Yet, even this ordinary little village welcomed two spirit masters today...
"Uncle Merchant, you've led us into the Xingluo Empire. And we haven't eaten yet. I'm starving."
Xuan Mo complained to Flanders beside him. But as before, these words had no effect on Flanders.
It turned out that just three days ago, after Xuan Mo stole honey from the Black Jade Bee, Flanders and Xuan Mo continued their journey back to Soto City.
To their surprise, it took them two full days to emerge from the Xingdou Great Forest. However, they discovered they were no longer within the Tiandou Empire, but rather within the Xingluo Empire.
With no other options, they had to take a detour through the Xingluo Empire and return to Soto City in the Barak Kingdom.
It was almost dark, so they had no choice but to seek shelter in the nearby Bird Village, preparing to continue their journey the next morning.
"Hmm!"
But just then, Flanders seemed to sense something, his brow furrowing slightly.
"Mo boy, you better hold on tight later."
Xuan Mo, who had been complaining, was taken aback by Flanders' words.
But before he could react...
"Cat Owl, possess!"
Flanders' spirit instantly possessed him, two yellow, two purple, and three black spirit rings swirling around him.
Flanders then grabbed Xuan Mo by the collar, unfurled his wings, and soared at breakneck speed towards the southeast of Bird Village.
As for Xuan Mo, he was completely devastated.
He now had reason to suspect that Flanders was not only a profiteer, but also a petty individual. His current actions were pure revenge for what he had just said.
Of course, Flanders had no idea what Xuan Mo was plotting against him.
As for why he was flying so fast, it was because he had just spotted the presence of a human child a thousand meters southeast of Bird Village. Furthermore, not far behind the child was the presence of a spirit beast.
It was clear that the child was being pursued by a spirit beast. Even in Flanders' eyes, the spirit beast could be destroyed with a single wave of his hand. But even a ten-year-old spirit beast could kill that child.
...
"Help! Someone save me!"
"Woooaaa! Village Chief, Village Chief!"
A portly little man with a red Mohawk, looking at a large wolf not far away, its maw agape, about to catch up, was so frightened that he burst into tears as he ran away.
The wolf behind him was a pale dark green, though a distorted glow surrounded its body, giving it a somewhat ethereal appearance. It stood about two meters long, thin and not particularly large. However, its dark green eyes were quite terrifying. Its tail drooped behind it. This Nether Wolf exemplified its name, and its size betrayed its twenty years of cultivation.
"Plop! Bang!"
The fat boy tripped over a rock and fell to the ground, his knee bruised and bleeding. The pain was so intense that he struggled to get up.
The Nether Wolf, seeing the delicious food so close at hand, made its already dark green eyes even more terrifying, and its speed increased even further. It opened its maw and pounced on the fat boy.
Just as the fat boy was about to be splattered with blood, two sounds suddenly rang out, sounds that the fat boy would never forget.
"Mo, block it first."
"Alright! First Soul Skill, Earth Power."
A massive earthen wall, ten meters high, three meters thick, and five meters wide, suddenly rose before the fat boy, completely blocking the Nether Wolf's attack.
Two thick earthen spikes burst from the ground and stabbed at the Nether Wolf.
The sudden rise of the earthen wall and the attack caught the Nether Wolf off guard, and it crashed headfirst into the wall, knocking it unconscious.
However, thanks to its imprecise control of the earthen spikes and the lack of force, coupled with the Nether Wolf's quick reflexes and speed, it was able to dodge the attack.
The fat boy breathed a sigh of relief, finally saved, and quickly looked around for his savior.
At the same time, a powerful voice echoed from above the fat boy.
"Stinky boy, take care of this little fat guy. I'll go take care of that Nether Wolf first."
The little fat guy looked up immediately after hearing this.
He saw that the person who made the sound was a winged uncle. He put down a figure that looked not much bigger than himself.
The uncle transformed into a dark shadow and charged out.
Then, in less than three breaths, the uncle had swiftly and efficiently dispatched the Nether Wolf.
"Little Fatty, are you alright?"
Just as the little fatty was lost in thought as he watched the uncle slay the Nether Wolf, a still somewhat childish voice interrupted him, snapping him back to his senses.
"Who!"
The little fatty, practically terrified, yelled reflexively.
He whipped his head around, looking behind him nervously, his legs trembling.
Standing behind him was a sturdy boy with a healthy, tanned complexion. His eyes sparkled, and his short, shaggy black hair was a shock of youthful beauty. While not strikingly beautiful at first glance, his face exuded a sense of fortitude.
"Uh! Fatty, are you okay?"
Seeing the fat boy in front of him frightened like this, Xuan Mo was a little helpless and had to ask again.
When the fat boy saw who was coming and heard his voice clearly, he immediately came to his senses.
At the same time, he also knew that the boy in front of him, who was about the same age as him, was one of the soul masters who had saved him. Although he was a little unbelievable, he hurried to thank him.
"Thank you for saving me."
"No thanks, no thanks. If you want to thank someone, thank Uncle Flanders. Fortunately, he found it early, otherwise you would have become a corpse."
Xuan Mo waved his hand indifferently, and then looked at the fat boy in front of him curiously.
Because he always felt as if he had seen him somewhere, and had a very familiar feeling.
So he asked.
"Fatty, what's your name?"
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