Chapter 37: Following Big Brother to Hunt Demons!

  "It was indeed a narrow escape. From now on, I must never do such things again and always leave some room for myself!" Mo Bei's eyes rolled around, and suddenly he had an idea in his mind.

  "Hurry up and board the airship, that senior brother said it clearly, as long as you haven't boarded the airship, even if you die in front of it, no one will care, never be careless again!"

  He dragged the iron crab pincers tied with vines and quickened his pace, climbing onto the flying boat.

  At the moment he boarded the airship, Mo Bei was completely exhausted and collapsed onto the deck.

  On the flying boat, a group of people had already boarded and were chatting and laughing. When they saw someone else getting on board, they all turned to look over.

  Everyone's gaze shifted, first looking at Mo Bei, and a hint of disdainful cold smile appeared at the corner of their mouths.

  But when his gaze fell on that pile of iron crab claws, the corners of his mouth, which had been curled up in a cold smile, turned upwards again, transformed into an expression of surprise.

  When they looked at Mo Bei again, their eyes became particularly different. The slight disdain and indifference had dissipated, replaced by admiration and astonishment.

  "Isn't that the new outer sect disciple who arrived early? He, he actually killed so many iron-armored crabs?" The young disciple exclaimed.

  The big man carrying a seven-foot stone sword stared with wide eyes and an incredulous face.

  "It's really him! How did he manage it!"

  "I've practiced swordsmanship for ten years, and only now can I go to the Demon Island to hunt demons. Even then, I can only kill four Iron Shell Crabs per day."

  The woman's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and she couldn't help but look at Mo Bei several more times, her gaze filled with admiration, accompanied by a gentle smile.

  The airship slowly rose into the sky.

  Mo Bei, leaning on the pile of iron claws, patted them contentedly; then turned his head, gazing down sideways, and the island gradually shrank, finally becoming a small dot, obscured by clouds, leaving no trace.

  Half an hour later.

  The flying boat slowly descended onto the Great Desert Mountain, above the formation in the center of the market.

  Mo Bei carried that pile of iron armor crab pincers and slowly walked towards the Xian He Hall.

  Surrounded by occasional astonished glances, with a hint of admiration, the crowd subconsciously made way, letting Mo Bei go first.

  Among the crowd, there were also new disciples who had just arrived, and upon seeing this scene, they burst into exclamations of surprise and whispered to each other.

  "Look, isn't that Blood Demon - Mo Bei?"

  "He actually went on a combat mission! And he even killed that many Ironshell Crabs!"

  "Heavens! How did he manage it!"

  The young master of the Ji family saw this and angrily said: "What's so great about it? My brother, Ji Wubing, can definitely do it too!"

  The Fang family's children nodded and said, "Blood Demon is indeed a Blood Demon, having killed countless people. His strength is truly not something that ordinary disciples can compare to!"

  Ye family's young master smiled and said: "Some time ago, I heard Ye Qinghong Shizhi mention the origin of this Blood Demon. It seems that people are indeed as their name suggests, not simple!"

  Among the various gazes and discussions, Mo Bei walked to the counter of the Xian He Temple and "bang" put the iron armor crab pincers heavily on the counter, taking a deep breath before saying:

  "Mo Bei, take a look at these things, how many spirit stones are there?"

  "Uh..." The female servant who had been waiting on Mo Bei earlier let out a loud shriek as she was startled by the pile of iron pincers. Her face pale with shock, she stared at Mo Bei in astonishment.

  After a good while, the waitress finally came to: "Alright, sir, just a moment."

  "Mo Bei... Tai Xu Zong's outer sect disciple of the first level of Qi Refining. Mission: Slay demons and devils." She flipped through it briefly.

  With great effort, he dragged the iron-clawed crab into the counter, carefully counted it, and then said: "Eleven iron pincers. One iron pincer is worth ten spirit pearls, eleven iron pincers are worth one first-grade spirit stone, which is worth ten spirit pearls."

  As she spoke, she handed Mo Bei a spirit stone and ten spirit pearls, each about half the size of a small thumb.

  The Ling Stone is about two inches long, one inch wide and one inch thick. It is crystal clear and radiant with colors, containing the most original and pure innate spiritual energy.

  "How can it be so small?" Mo Bei's mouth twitched, and he lowered his head to stare at the spirit stone in his hand, muttering to himself as he turned around, ignoring all the astonished gazes around him, and slowly walked away.

  Deng Mo Bei walked past the wooden arch bridge and returned to the outside of the stone house, only to find Long Hao Tian lying on the bluestone with his shirt open. His face was covered in mud and dirt, looking like a dead dog from exhaustion.

  "Big, big brother......" Long Hao Tian struggled to sit up, his face pale, and forced a smile: "You're back. I'm exhausted, I'm dead tired..."

  Before Mo Bei could speak, Long Hao Tian's complaints burst forth like a string of firecrackers.

  "This is terrible, can't live like this... been exhausted for half a month..."

  "My old man still has half a month left... someone's going to die..."

  "However,"

  Long Hao Tian's tone suddenly changed, thinking of the spirit stone half a month later, his heart felt much better, and he sighed: "There are still... fifteen days... I can get a piece of spirit stone... damn it, after completing this task. I will never take on that raising spirit pets crap again!"

  "Follow me and have a meal." Mo Bei's mind stirred, his eyebrows raised slightly, as if he had come up with something.

  He waved his hand and walked over to pull Long Hao Tian up, dragging him into the cafeteria without a word.

  "Two catties of spiritual double-headed beef." Mo Bei casually threw out ten spirit pearls to the white-clothed disciple, and Long Hao Tian's eyes bulged out!

  "Big brother, where did you get so many spirit pearls?!"

  Seeing his astonished expression, Mo Bei smiled ambiguously. In this brief moment, the white-robed disciple had already brought over two catties of braised beef.

  Mo Bei pulled out a dagger from his sleeve, made a swift cut, and divided the beef into two halves. He handed one half to Long Hao Tian and smiled warmly: "Eat."

  "Oh no, little brother is eating big brother's beef, how embarrassing..."

  Long Haitian knew this was a good thing, a food that contained spiritual energy, and would greatly enhance his cultivation!

  He said with a blush, but his eyes shone brightly, and he made swift and decisive movements. He hugged the beef tightly and took big bites, chewing with his mouth full of oil, swallowing hastily, and devouring it in a flurry.

  Two people walked back and forth while savoring a big plate of beef.

  "Wow... what a big haul..." Long Hao Tian puffed out his cheeks, his voice muffled and unclear: "You're really something... actually, you got so many spirit pearls in just one day... my admiration for you is like an unstoppable flood!"

  Mo Bei smiled faintly and said the next sentence that almost choked Long Hao Tian: "I'm going to the Demon Island!"

  Long Hao Tian stared foolishly at Mo Bei and said: "Demon Island!"

  Then he said: "Big brother, you will die!"

  Mo Bei ignored him and simply said: "Tomorrow you come with me."

  "Hmmph..."

  Long Haitian was startled and took a big jump, choked for a moment, and didn't catch his breath until after a good while.

  "No! No! No! No!" Long Hao Tian shook his head like a rattle drum, his face full of displeasure.

  "Are you going?" Mo Bei glanced at him and said coldly.

  Long Hao Tian looked wronged, and wailed: "Big brother, you also know that my cultivation is low, going to do that combat mission would be a dead end! Just let me off this time."

  "You won't die, I'm here." Mo Bei's mouth involuntarily curled up into a faint smile as he gently coaxed:

  "If you go with me, there will be beef to eat every day."

  "The cultivation speed is faster."

  "As his cultivation improved, those beautiful female disciples all flocked to him with open arms."

  Looking at Mo Bei's pure smile, Long Hao Tian suddenly felt a jolt in his heart, and he only felt that he was like a big grey wolf wearing human skin, constantly luring its prey, as if wanting to swallow himself alive.

  "No way, no way. Still not going." Long Hao Tian shook his head, refusing to change his mind.

  Mo Bei's face suddenly changed, sinking down, staring at him with a cold gaze, his face gradually turning cold, his eyebrows slightly raised, saying in a chilly tone: "Are you going or not?"

  "You really aren't going!"

  Looking at Mo Bei's increasingly icy face! Long Hao Tian was shocked and terrified!

  Under Mo Bei's coercion and temptation, Long Hao Tian looked like a wronged wife, crying with a sad face: "Go... isn't it okay to go..."

  That night.

  Mo Bei sat cross-legged on the stone bed.

  His right hand clenched a deep red semi-transparent spirit stone in his palm, his eyes closed tightly and his breathing steady.

  Mo Beixin's mind stirred, mobilizing the true energy within his body, which surged into the center of his palm. The Ling Stone in the center of his palm flashed with a faint light, and then a stream of tiny lights burst forth.