Chapter 26 (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

After Han Tian left, Wutian made himself a cup of tea. He took a sip, but it was unsavory.

He did not know if his decision was right. But if he did not do that, he would feel even worse. He would feel bad for himself because of his grandpa, the villagers and the burn-down village.

A few moments later, he sighed. Putting all the thoughts aside, he grabbed Little Tian. Three thousand Essence elixirs were by no mean a small amount. Earlier, he was still worried about where to get the Essence elixirs that he needed to attain the Gamma stage. Now he had more than enough.

“Caw!” Little Tian cawed as it kept the Mustard Pouch in his arms, not wanting to give it away, no matter what.

But Wutian would not let it be this time. He just took it by force.

Little Tian would not give up. It bared its fangs threateningly, trying to grab the pouch back.

“Stop it. What do you want it for? There are still many leftovers from last time. You have never used them in your cultivation,” said Wutian angrily.

Little Tian looked at him, rubbing its eyes with force, trying to squeeze out a few drops of tears.

No way Wutian was going to fall for this. He grabbed Little Tian up and tossed it out of the window at once. When he heard about the magic Mustard Pouch a long time ago, he had been itching for one. Now it was right in front of him. No way he was going to let Little Tian ruin it.

Roar!

Little Tian got mad, but it could do nothing about Wutian. The lake was not peaceful anymore as the demonic beats in the water kept roaring angrily. But soon, their roar turned into a cry.

“Shut the hell up! People need to sleep!” Someone shouted angrily in a building.

Boom!

Little Tian could not have cared less. It did whatever it wanted. It was not until it was done venting its anger it let those poor beasts go. Coming back into the house, it ignored Wutian and went to sleep inside Shishi’s room.

Wutian did not give a hoot about it. He sat on the couch, eyes on the Mustard Pouch. He thought it incredible that such a tiny pouch could hold so many items.

In fact, only someone from the village like him was much ado about nothing. Mustard pouches were very common in the clans. Most alchemists could make one, and basically everyone had one. Otherwise, Han Tian would not have given it to him.

After studying it for a while, he finally figured out the way to operate it. He reached his consciousness into it. Voila! He could put things in and out of it.

He experimented with it repeatedly until he nodded in satisfaction, then hung it on his waist. He carefully thought of what was going to happen from now one so he could make preparation for it. This time, he must not be too careless. Otherwise, he could have gotten himself killed.

The next day.

The morning sun rose into a glorious golden light.

People were already sitting at the lakeside, cross-legged as they inhaled and exhaled the morning air, which nourished their body and drove impurity away from their body. Their bodies were glowing brilliantly as they did that.

On the ground in front of the Ninth Heaven House, Wutian was dressed in white clothes, slowly moving his legs as he waved his arms lightly and performed punches and palm technique. He was practicing God of War Secret Manual.

After the morning practice session, his movement became more and more fluid and looked authentic. People sitting cross-legged around him glanced at him sideways, envious of what he could perform.

Yesterday’s battle was still fresh in their minds. They all agreed that Wutian was the successor of the God of War Sikong Lie. Just with this identity, only he could look down upon his peers.

Such an encounter was not something that they could ask for. They became a bit jealous of him.

“You have been practicing since this early morning, Brother Guyu? Such a hard-working man!” The door of the Eight Heaven House opened as Han Tian walked out, still wearing a purple attire.

He was calling Wutian’s cover name from now on so it would not affect their plan.

Boom!

Wutian stepped out as he thrust his fist forward. The energy from his fist blasted the ground open and shattered the rock, creating a half-a-meter-deep pit in its place.

Han Tian raised his hand to stop the incoming punch while planting his feet on the ground, unmoved. “Hey, brother, is this how you say ‘good morning’? I’m going to return the favor. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Before his voice trailed off, Wutian had changed his punch into a palm. A soft energy rushed out of his palm.

Han Tian’s face stiffened, and he tumbled backward and quickly stomped his foot into the ground to stop himself from falling further backward.

“Overcoming strength with softness, Brother Guyu. Be ready.” His eyes lit up as the fighting spirit in him was triggered. He was ready for a friendly match.

“Are you fighting again, Wutian? And you, bad guy! Don’t bully my brother again!”

Right then, the groggy-looking little girl came out and shouted when she saw the two were up against each other again.

Han Tian was transfixed, pointing at himself. “I am the bad guy? Little girl, you are mistaken. It was your brother who bullied me yesterday. Everyone saw that.”

“You deserved it because you threw me into the lake!” Shishi pulled a face and screwed up her nose adorably.

Han Tian smacked himself on the forehead. “My gosh! What year is this? You are still so holding grudges against me. Like brother, like sister!”

“It was only yesterday!” The little girl corrected him, then looked up at Wutian. “You promised to play with me today. Shall we go to the town?”

“I like that. Why don’t you go with me?”

“No! I just want my brother.” The little girl’s voice was crisp and pleasant.

“Sigh. I was thinking of bringing you to somewhere fun. Since you don’t appreciate it, then forget it,” said Han Tian sadly.