"Tenth Brother, don't be rash," the Leader said in a deep voice. "The fact that we can avoid detection by the envoy here indicates something unusual. We should be cautious."
"Eldest Brother is right," Another Armored Man said. "Since the envoy wanted all ten of us brothers to come, he must have his reasons. I suggest we send a few people to scout first!"
"Hmm!"
"Eighth Brother, Ninth Brother, Tenth Brother, you three go and take a look," the Leader ordered. "Remember, don't act rashly before fully understanding the situation!"
"Yes, Eldest Brother."
The three men flew towards the small island upon hearing this.
Meanwhile, by the lake.
Lu DaSheng, who had just finished hauling manure with his ten disciples, was washing the dung buckets by the lakeside.
"Remember my words."
"For a sword cultivator, his sword is his life. With sword in hand, he lives; losing the sword, he dies!"
"For an alchemist, the alchemy furnace is his life. With the furnace, his reputation stands!"
"And for us, the dung bucket is our life. We should cherish it, nurture it, and give it the most meticulous care!"
"So, cleaning a dung bucket is also an art."
Lu DaSheng picked up his own dung bucket and demonstrated personally, while earnestly teaching:
"The key is to rinse once, wash twice, and scrub thrice, cycling through inside and out five times. Only after scrubbing it spotlessly clean should you polish and wax it. This is barely satisfactory."
"Only in this way will it acknowledge you and form a kind of contractual connection with you. Only then might you have a chance to comprehend the Great Way of Excrement."
"Perhaps you don't understand all I'm saying now, but when you reach my level, you'll understand my words."
"And if you do as I say and perform well, I'll have a chance to go to the master and request a new pair of dung buckets for each of you."
"Remember."
"Excrement is invincible!"
Lu DaSheng raised his fist.
"Excrement is invincible!"
"Hoorah, hurrah!"
The ten disciples cheered enthusiastically, especially when they heard Lu DaSheng say he would request new dung buckets for them from the master in the future. Their faces bloomed with smiles.
At this moment.
The three armored men landed in the woods not far from the lakeside, slowly approaching the small island.
"Eighth Brother, Ninth Brother, Eldest Brother is really something. It's just a crappy island, why don't we just charge in and be done with it?" Tenth Brother's complaining voice transmitted.
He was already reluctant to come down to this godforsaken place, and now he had to be restrained, which made him even more dissatisfied.
"Sigh, Tenth Brother, say less," Eighth Brother consoled. "You know how much the envoy values the Immortal River Continent. Although it's a low-level plane now, in ancient times, it was comparable to the Immortal Realm."
"So the fate of this place is particularly crucial for those above."
"The fact that this person dares to interfere with the struggle for fate shows that his background is not small and cannot be underestimated."
"That's right, Tenth Brother. Just bear with it for now," Ninth Brother also comforted. "Once we've figured out the situation on this island, you can do whatever you want!"
"Hmph!"
Tenth Brother snorted coldly, having no choice but to let it go for now.
Just then, an extremely pungent smell of manure assaulted their nostrils.
This immediately made the three men's faces change color with disgust.
Looking around.
They found that the stench was coming from more than a dozen dung buckets neatly arranged in front of them.
"Damn it, coming to this godforsaken place is bad enough, now we have to smell this stench. What rotten luck!"
The already upset Tenth Brother couldn't take it anymore. Cursing and swearing, he kicked one of the dung buckets, sending it flying.
Watching the flying dung bucket.
Tenth Brother felt somewhat relieved.
But suddenly.
He noticed the temperature around them had dropped.
It was hair-raising and chilling.
The eerie atmosphere made even the space seem to solidify, giving the three of them a feeling of being trapped in quicksand, unable to move an inch.
They saw Lu DaSheng, his hair standing on end with rage, glaring at them with a pair of crimson eyes.
"This..."
"This was the dung bucket personally gifted to me by the master."
"I polished it meticulously every day, fearing the slightest neglect in its care, yet you... yet you kicked it away..."
"Die!"
"I want you to die!"
With a roar, Lu DaSheng exploded with fury.
"Buckets, come!"
He raised his palm.
Nine dung buckets glowing with golden light appeared thunderously, revolving around him incessantly.
Then he clasped his hands together.
Mysterious hand seals were formed, getting faster and faster until they became a blur.
As the last hand seal fell, his eyes bulged.
"Excrement Escape Technique, Nine Excrement Dragon Bullets!"
A thunderous shout erupted from his mouth, and the nine dung buckets beside him blazed with light, their powerful waves impossible to suppress.
"Boom!"
The dung buckets surged with power.
They saw nine giant dragons formed from sewage, bursting forth from the dung buckets.
"Roar!"
The nine dragons let out an earth-shattering sound.
It shook the heavens.
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