Chapter 53 - Allbeast Mountain Range (2/2)

Once they were gone, the beggar looked up with a relieved breath and patted his chest, “Scared me to death. I didn’t think I’d make it.”

Zhuo Fan ignored him and walked away.

“Eh, brother…”

The beggar was stunned for a second then swooped in to block Zhuo Fan’s path. He had a dark and dirty face but sported an extra big smile as he said, “Thank you for earlier. If it weren’t for you…”

But Zhuo Fan kept walking.

The beggar stood there blinking then hurriedly caught up with Zhuo Fan, “Brother, did you come from outside the city? Can you take me outside, please?”

“If you want to leave, do it alone. You don’t need a pass to go out!” Zhuo Fan dodged him.

The little beggar’s face was bitter as he bit his lip and sniffed twice as tears rolled down his cheeks, “Brother, to be honest, I stole from them. If they catch me, I’m a goner. Please, take me outside.”

Smiling, Zhuo Fan eyed him, “Around fifteen-sixteen years old and a 4th layer Qi Condensation cultivator. You’re not weak for your age. There’s no way a commoner can have such cultivation. Are you truly a beggar?”

The beggar stopped crying and his eyes darted everywhere as if looking for an excuse.

Zhuo Fan continued with a smile, “And even if you’re sincere, why should I help you and offend a powerful clan? I see no reason why I need to help you!”

Zhuo Fan then shook his head and walked past him. The beggar stood frozen in his spot, not knowing what to do. He didn’t think Zhuo Fan was pragmatic.

From the start, the beggar thought Zhuo Fan to be a kind youth since he helped him once.

“Don’t you want to go to the Allbeast Mountain Range?” The beggar shouted.

Zhuo Fan halted his steps, “All who come here are looking to go to the Allbeast Mountain Range. What else is here, visiting Hell Valley’s cemetery?”

The beggar was stunned by his words, [This kid sure has an attitude. Isn’t he afraid of being killed for cursing Hell Valley?]

But the more Zhuo Fan acted as such, the weirder the beggar’s eyes turned.

“You’ll have to wait for three months before going to Allbeast Mountain Range.”

Zhuo Fan stopped with a frown, “Why?”

The beggar skipped to him with a smile, “Let me tell you, the Diamond Sand is about to come out on Allbeast Mountain Range. These past months Hell Valley sealed the whole mountain range for this precise reason.”

Diamond Sand?

Zhuo Fan was secretly overjoyed.

The Diamond Sand was known as the blood of the earth, rare and difficult to obtain. It was used for refining 5th-grade spiritual weapons. But what made it even more valuable was that it was a flowing spirit metal, a perfect match for his Blood Infant.

His Blood Infant was close to breaking through to Bone Tempering Stage and he needed to refine its body. At that time, Blood Infant could switch between being corporeal and illusive, killing people without leaving tracks. Refining it with a hundred spirit metals would turn it as hard as a demonic treasure and it would become difficult to cause any harm to it.

He could also achieve a similar result by refining Blood Infant with Diamond Sand. If he was able to do it, then he wouldn’t have to worry about obtaining 100 spirit metals. And with a body refined from Diamond Sand, facing a Profound Heaven expert would be a cinch.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Fan’s eyes flashed with excitement.

The beggar saw through Zhuo Fan and coughed as he raised his head with pride, “Let’s make a deal. If you take me outside the city, I will take you to Allbeast Mountain Range. And when the Diamond Sand erupts, we can take advantage of their carelessness and steal a bit.”

Zhuo Fan secretly snickered. There was no way Hell Valley didn’t prepare for this. But the fact that he had a guide to enter Allbeast Mountain Range without them knowing was a nice bonus.

“Deal!”

The beggar raised his hand and winked.

Zhuo Fan shook his head and slapped the beggar’s hand.

“Ha-ha-ha, awesome. I finally found someone to take me out of this damnable place.” The beggar laughed while jumping around. “Brother, what’s your name?”

“Zhuo Fan!”

Zhuo Fan was blunt because he knew even though Hell Valley was aware of the Luo clan, his title as a steward wasn’t well known. And the only one who knows that he killed two of their elders was Yang Ming. But would anyone believe him even if he said it?

Zhuo Fan was confident that Yang Ming would let this matter fester inside him. If anyone knew that Elder Jian died at the hands of a Qi Condensation punk, yet he survived, his future would be bleak, if not cut short.

Moreover, even if he did speak up, Hell Valley would never announce it. Could they afford to lose any more reputation?

The beggar laughed, “Brother Zhuo, call me Xiao Ning.”

“Fine.” Zhuo Fan nodded, not carrying much because he knew it was fake.

The beggar pouted, looking at him with a deep look full of curiosity. Zhuo Fan gave him a different impression from all those he had seen before, simply mysterious…