Quasi-Saint of the Glazed Holy Land

Fatty Wang chuckled, rubbing his hands together as he said, "It's just that... I caught them off guard and played a little dirty. I used a bit of my exclusive secret Muscle-Softening Bone-Melting Powder, and set up a minor illusion array... Hehe, you know how it is."

He gestured with his hands. "And then, I just... I took them down. I saw that the guy was dressed so well, he definitely had a lot of good stuff on him. I couldn't hold back for a moment, so...

"So I conveniently stripped him naked, not even leaving him his underwear! I swept away every valuable thing on him, including his spatial ring, jade pendant, and dharma robe!"

Fatty Wang spoke with dancing eyebrows, as if he had accomplished something incredibly magnificent.

"Originally, I thought I might as well go all the way and just destroy the corpse to erase all traces, ending it once and for all!"

A trace of lingering fear and annoyance appeared on his face.

"But just as I was about to make my move, I realized—damn it! His sea of consciousness was actually protected by an extremely powerful secret technique!

"It was shining with golden light, obviously the handiwork of a bigshot from a Holy Land! With my meager cultivation, I couldn't break through its defenses at all! If I tried to forcefully break it, it would definitely alert the great figure behind him!"

He threw his hands up, looking helpless. "I couldn't kill him, and I couldn't let him go... I was panicking at the time too! In a moment of desperation, I decided to just go for broke..."

Fatty Wang lowered his voice, carrying the secret delight of a successful prank. "I found a remote... uh, hundred-year-old cesspit, and used restrictions to suppress him at the bottom to soak! I figured I'd suppress him for a few years first, and by the time he got out, he'd have no way of finding me!"

He rubbed his nose, feeling a bit guilty. "Who knew... who knew he was actually the biological nephew of the Blood Fiend Sect's Master! He could even use the Blood Fiend Sect's secret channels! I'm guessing he got fished out not long after, and then he started chasing me like a madman! Looking at his posture, he wanted nothing more than to grind my bones to dust!"

"At the time, I even thought that although the Blood Fiend Sect was formidable, I still had some confidence in escaping. Who knew..."

His face suddenly fell, and he said with a miserable expression, "Who knew I had poked a hornet's nest! He was actually a Quasi-Saint Son of the Glazed Holy Land!"

"Back then, I took his spatial ring and spent a great deal of effort to break the restrictions on it. In the end, I found an identity jade token inside—Glazed Holy Land, Quasi-Saint Son, Xue Wuhen!"

"Oh, mother!" Fatty Wang slapped his thigh. "My legs went soft right then and there! I had actually stripped a Quasi-Saint Son of the Glazed Holy Land naked!"

He lowered his voice and continued, "He was a genius secretly sent to the Glazed Holy Land by the Blood Fiend Sect to be cultivated in his early years! Relying on the Holy Land's resources and the benefits secretly supplied by the Blood Fiend Sect, he managed to worm his way up to the position of Quasi-Saint Son!"

Fatty Wang grew more excited as he spoke. "The Glazed Holy Land! The dignified leader of the righteous path, actually secretly supporting a demonic and unorthodox faction like the Blood Fiend Sect, and even cultivating their person into a Quasi-Saint Son!"

After finishing his piece, Fatty Wang looked pitifully at Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu. "Brothers, do you understand now? I didn't cause trouble on purpose; the trouble came looking for me!"

At this time, Xiao Ruobai interjected and asked, "Blood Fiend Sect? What's their background? The name doesn't sound like a sect from Xuanzhou."

Hearing this, Fatty Wang explained, "Brother, there's something you don't know! This Blood Fiend Sect isn't a faction from Xuanzhou! They are an overlord-level sect from Qingzhou!"

"In terms of strength, they are second only to the neighboring Glazed Holy Land, and are a whole level stronger than top-tier sects in Xuan Province like the Myriad Laws Pavilion and the Devil Heaven Sect! It is said that they have several peak King Realm experts holding down the fort, and even more Heaven and Human Realm elders!"

A look of lingering fear appeared on his face. "I really pierced the heavens this time! After Xue Wuhen was fished out of the cesspit, he must have gone mad with rage. He directly used his authority as a quasi-Holy Son and the secret channels of the Blood Fiend Sect.

"The Blood Fiend Sect dispatched their elites, chasing me all the way across the border from Qing Province to Xuan Province! If it weren't for your Lord Fatty's unparalleled escaping skills, I would have been chopped into meat paste long ago!"

He sighed, wearing an expression that said he didn't want this either. "I, Fatty Wang, just wanted to peacefully make a small fortune. How did I end up in such a life-threatening mess..."

Fatty Wang looked at Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu, his face piled with a "sincere" smile, and began taking things out of his spatial ring.

With a series of clinking sounds, a small pile of treasures appeared on the ground: a few spatial rings of decent quality, several magical treasures shimmering with spiritual light, assorted bottles and jars of pills, and a pile of spirit stones.

"My two brothers!"

Fatty Wang patted his chest, looking the picture of loyalty.

"We are grasshoppers tied to the same rope now! We share our blessings and our burdens! I looted these from those Blood Fiend Sect guys, and we'll split them right now! I, Fatty Wang, am the most righteous of men!"

As he spoke, he looked eagerly at Xiao Ruobai, hoping to use this bit of "sincerity" to pull them closer.

Xiao Ruobai glanced at the items on the ground and spoke in a flat tone, "Little fatty, you can't just say whatever you want. We are not grasshoppers on the same rope as you."

The smile on Fatty Wang's face instantly froze.

Xiao Ruobai continued unhurriedly, "The person they want to catch is you, and the things they want to rob are in your hands. We were just passing by and were forced to defend ourselves. It's still not too late for us to leave."

Hearing this, Fatty Wang immediately panicked and jumped up, saying, "Brother! You can't do this! You're the ones who killed them! A demonic cult like the Blood Fiend Sect has incredibly bizarre methods! They definitely have a secret technique to sense the aura of their disciples before death or track the killer!

"You guys are definitely marked now! We really are in the same boat!"

He was sweating profusely from anxiety, terrified that these two powerful backers would run away.

Hearing this, Xiao Ruobai's heart stirred.

He secretly circulated the "Cannot See Through Me" secret art taught by his master, sensing his own body.

Sure enough, an extremely obscure, faint mark carrying a bloody fiendish aura had attached itself to the corners of his and Fang Hanyu's clothes at some unknown time.

If not for his special cultivation technique and a divine sense that far exceeded his peers, he wouldn't have noticed it at all. This Blood Fiend Sect really had some tricks up its sleeve.

However, in the face of the "Cannot See Through Me" technique, this mark was like a drop of water entering the ocean. It was instantly assimilated, concealed, and vanished without a trace.

As long as he wished it, even if the Blood Fiend Sect had heaven-defying means, they could forget about using this to find him.

Yet, he remained completely impassive on the surface. Instead, playing along with Fatty Wang's words, he shifted his gaze to the fatty's spatial ring.

"Oh? Even if that's the case."

Xiao Ruobai's tone remained flat. "Shouldn't you also show some real sincerity? For example... the things you got from that quasi-Holy Son?

"A quasi-Holy Son of a holy land, a genius cultivated with the full power of a top-tier great sect... his net worth should be more than just what you mentioned, right?"

Fatty Wang's expression changed, his eyes darting around evasively as he stammered, Well... brother, the belongings of a Quasi-Saint Child... most of them are hot potatoes! I was just afraid of bringing trouble to you guys.

Xiao Ruobai did not speak. He simply watched him quietly, his gaze seemingly able to see through everything.

Feeling uncomfortable all over under that stare, Fatty Wang gritted his teeth and reluctantly dawdled before fishing a few more items out from his robes.

A short sword gleaming with a cold light, a poison-warding pearl the size of a longan, and several hundred top-tier spirit stones brimming with spiritual energy.

That... that is all of it! Really! He looked physically pained. That guy probably left most of his fortune back at the Holy Land. These were just the practical things he carried on him!

Xiao Ruobai remained unmoved, his gaze tranquil.

Fatty Wang began to sweat from his forehead. Stomping his foot, he pulled out a radiant, flowing soft armor. Plus this! The Golden Thread Cicada Wing Armor! A Heaven-grade high-tier treasure with astonishing defensive power! That is really it!

Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu remained unmoved, still staring at him quietly.

Fatty Wang was on the verge of tears. With a sobbing tone, he pleaded, Brother! Big brother! My own flesh-and-blood brother! There is really nothing left! I swear! That Xue Wuhen was just putting on airs! He was actually poor as dirt!

Xiao Ruobai finally spoke slowly, a hint of amusement in his tone. Is that so? A Quasi-Saint Child of the Glazed Holy Land, no matter how incompetent, would at least have a... King-tier defensive dharma treasure, right?

Hearing this, Fatty Wang's pupils shrank violently, and his expression instantly became incredibly colorful.