Chapter 39: Hunting for Demons and Harvesting Steamed Crab Meat!

  Long Hao Tian was so scared that he hastily retreated and sat on the ground, closing his eyes and letting out a loud, ear-piercing scream: "Ahh, save me! Save me...!"

  "Huh?" he shouted several times, but Long Hao Tian didn't see the iron-armored crab charging over. Unconsciously opening his eyes to take a closer look, that iron-armored crab was already dead as a doornail.

  "Hah..." Long Hao Tian smiled dazedly, asking himself in disbelief: "Did I really kill that Iron Armor Crab?"

  "Laozi killed that iron-armored crab, haha!"

  Long Haitian held up his sword with one hand, and crawled up with an excited face, shouting loudly: "Haha, that iron-armored crab is nothing but this! It was easily killed by Laozi's sword, haha!"

  "Big brother, big brother, did you see that? I killed the Iron Shell Crab with just one sword! That's a first-class demon beast!"

  "That Iron Armor Crab, no matter how formidable or tyrannical it was, in the end wasn't it still defeated by me with just one sword? Hmph!" Long Hao Tian's face was full of pride, his nostrils flaring heavily as he snorted, a hint of desolation flickering in his gaze.

  He shook his head, his right hand touching his face, and sighed with emotion: "Alas! Heaven is unfair, not only giving me a handsome appearance and a kind heart, but also bestowing upon me such extraordinary and exquisite swordsmanship."

  "It's true, the higher you go, the colder it gets."

  "Life is as desolate as snow..."

  Mo Bei felt a deep sense of helplessness in his heart, and glanced at Long Hao Tian with a sigh, thinking to himself:

  You said he's fat and he really started panting.

  Nor did I know who it was just now, and I was so scared that I peed my pants, crying out for my dad and mom.

  "A single Ironshell Crab. With Hao Tian, as long as I have two swords, saving one sword, I can kill several more Ironshell Crabs!"

  From now on, I'll recreate Iron Shell Crab, and let Hao Tian take the consequences. This way, I can kill even more! Mo Bei hummed softly to himself, thinking secretly in his heart.

  "In addition, although the iron-clad crab is hard, it's not invincible either. The shell on its head is relatively weak."

  Next time I'll target this place and maybe I can kill even more!

  After a while, Long Hao Tian reacted and was seen with scorching eyes, his mouth agape, his fiery gaze fixed intently on Mo Bei:

  "Wow, boss/big brother! You're too awesome! We can easily kill an Ironclad Crab! I'm more and more admiring of you, my respect for you is like a flood that cannot be stopped!"

  Mo Bei turned away, gave him a cold glance, then sheathed his sword and slowly walked towards the depths of the dense forest, leaving behind only the air filled with thick white mist, still echoing with Mo Bei's words:

  "After finishing flattering, continue working. Cut off that pincer and also carry that crab shell on your back!"

  "Hmph." Long Hao Tian gripped his sword with a gloomy face, walked up to the Iron Armor Crab, swung his sword several times with great effort, cutting off its pincers, then carried the crab's body on his back and quickly followed Mo Bei.

  Mo Bei's two people broke into the dense forest, causing the quietness that belonged to the early morning to be completely broken.

  "Ding, ding!"

  "Bang!"

  "Drink, Clear Wind Slash!"

  Early in the morning, the sword shadows and gleams in the dense forest, the sound of swords ringing out incessantly.

  "Finish him off!"

  By noon, the sky was clear and sunny.

  Dazzling sunlight drove away the white thick fog all over the sky, crystal clear waves crashed against the beach, splashing up two or three meters high spray. Strange birds circled in the azure vault of heaven.

  "Ah!"

  The wind is howling!

  In the dense forest, a figure moved extremely fast, dodging left and right, both feet heavily stomping on the tree trunk, his body flashing by like lightning, rapidly approaching that super-large iron-armored crab.

  "Clear Wind Slash!"

  A pale blue sword energy, amidst the sparks and flames, transformed into a semicircular arc of light in mid-air, striking down on the iron-armored crab's skull.

  Blood and flesh splattered everywhere!

  "The Second Sword!"

  Mo Bei didn't hold back, and with a sudden burst of energy, he leapt up, his toes tapping rapidly on the smooth crab shell. He sprang into the air, turned around, and with one swift sword strike, fiercely shattered the crab shell, plunging into the iron-armored crab's body.

  The iron-armored crab let out a mournful cry and fell to the ground, its massive body convulsing wildly as it thrashed about in all directions.

  "Hey, big brother, take a break! Let me handle this last sword!" With the previous experience, Long Hao Tian was no longer timid and gradually charged forward bravely. In the end, he even took the initiative to charge forward with his sword in hand.

  "Teach you this big crab just pinched me, pinched me again, and pinched me again!" Long Hao Tian's sword rose and fell, hacking wildly at the iron-armored crab.

  "Waaaah!"

  The iron-armored crab let out a miserable cry, its short legs moving as it seemed to be rampaging about, but in reality was being chased by Long Hao Tian and running all over the place.

  It ultimately ended with a miserable cry, being killed by Long Hao Tian's one sword.

  "Big brother, this crab meat smells really fresh and delicious."

  "Nonsense! Otherwise, what's the point of carrying a crab shell? It's noon, come on, pick a fat one, and we'll have a crab meat feast!"

  After finishing speaking, Mo Bei collected a lot of branches, took out the flint, slowly ignited it, and put an iron-armored crab on the fire to roast.

  The iron-clad crab's shell was very sturdy and could be used as a pot. Before long, the aroma wafted over!

  The two of them immediately got moving, it was truly delicious, in one breath they ate a full two iron shell crabs, only then were they full!

  After eating your fill, continue fighting!

  "Clear Wind Slash!"

  "Cut again!"

  In an instant, another Iron Shell Crab was heavily injured. In a flash, Long Hao Tian suddenly rushed out, his sword silent and stealthy, stabbing into the fragments of the Iron Shell Crab that Mo Bei had cut off!

  This sword is no longer a random slash, but a true sword technique, the formless and shapeless sword!

  The two of them worked together seamlessly, and killing the Iron Shell Crab became very easy!

  However, this is also related to the fact that iron-clad crabs have a strong sense of territory and are always solitary.

  Mo Bei raised his head and gazed up at the sky, only to see that the sun had already begun its slow descent towards the west.

  The scorching heat is slowly dissipating, and the sea breeze occasionally blows by, bringing a cool feeling.

  "It's getting late. Less nonsense, hurry up and collect the spoils of war. We can kill a few more!" Mo Bei's heart stirred, he pulled out the long sword stuck in the tree trunk, and stepped into the dense forest again, searching for his target.

  "Okay, big brother, wait for me!"

  Long Haitian swiftly chopped down the iron pincers, placed them in a rattan net, and carried a large pile of iron pincers on his back. He dragged ten crab bodies behind him, walking in an eight-character step, and followed with a hearty laugh.

  ……

  A burst of shouting, a cry of the iron-armored crab's miserable wail, accompanied by the sound of swords breaking through the air, and the flash of sword shadows. Repeatedly reenacted in this dense forest.

  Until dusk, at sunset.

  Mo Bei had just returned from the dense forest to the sandy beach, carrying a heavy iron-clawed crab pincer on his shoulder. Long Hao Tian followed closely behind him, dragging ten iron-clawed crabs' bodies behind him.

  Long Haitian was drenched in sweat, his clothes were already soaked through, but the excitement and joy on his face couldn't be hidden at all, his mouth was stretched wide open.

  "Hey, big brother," Long Hao Tian said with a grin, weighing the iron pincers on his shoulder, "We've got quite a haul today. A full..."

  Long Haitian stretched out his hand and carefully counted: "There are twenty-two iron crab claws!"

  "Twenty-two?" Mo Bei nodded calmly, his expression serene, thinking to himself: It was indeed the right decision to bring him along.

  Today I killed five more iron-clad crabs than yesterday!

  Mo Bei clenched his fist, feeling the power on his palm, and secretly thought: "Today I've successfully executed twenty-two Clear Wind Slashes, compared to yesterday, I've become stronger!"

  And there's no loss of momentum, having someone help is great, it's a lot better than yesterday."

  The two of them walked and chatted as they went, until they reached the edge of a flying boat moored on the beach.

  The woman and her group stared at Mo Bei in shock, then looked at the iron pincer on Long Hao Tian's shoulder.

  The admiration and astonishment in their eyes grew thicker.

  The one-armed man exclaimed in surprise: "I didn't expect that little brat to have killed so many again!"

  The young disciple nodded and said: "Yes, yes, it seems like there are four or five more than yesterday."

  The woman smiled and said, "That new disciple seems to have a higher prestige among the new outer door disciples. It is said that in his hometown, he killed thousands of people with one hand and was called the Blood Demon. Indeed, he should not be underestimated."

  The flying boat slowly rose into the air and after half a day's flight, returned once again to the Great Desert Mountain.

  Mo Bei and the other person walked out of Xian He Hall after completing their task. This time, they received a total of two pieces of Ling Stone and twenty Ling Pearls.

  Mo Bei threw a Ling Stone at Long Hao Tian and said: "Take it, cultivate well!"

  Long Hao Tian was so excited he almost cried, looking at Mo Bei and saying: "Big Brother!"

  The two of them went back to the stone house on their way through the market.

  "Wait a minute." Mo Bei stopped in front of a small seasoning stall.

  He glanced at the pile of seasonings, picked out a few according to memory, and asked the stall owner to pack them up. He then threw down a few spirit pearls, grabbed the paper bag with the seasonings, and walked away.

  When the two returned to the stone house, the sky had completely darkened.

  Rows of stone houses surrounded by moving figures, new disciples coming and going.

  Many people's faces were filled with exhaustion, dragging their tired bodies, in front of the stone house, either practicing swordplay, or competing, or squatting by the water pool washing clothes, what a lively scene.

  "Rumble, rumble..." Long Haotian rubbed his growling stomach and looked up to see Mo Bei staring at him. Long Haotian smiled awkwardly.

  After a day of hard work, Mo Bei also felt waves of hunger, his stomach was constantly contracting.

  "You go and get a big pot. Light a fire and set up a bonfire." Mo Bei sat on the bluestone, instructing.

  Long Hao Tian's eyes rolled around and he licked his lips, cleverly responding with a "Got it!" As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his head and ran off without leaving any trace.

  After a cup of tea's time.

  Long Haitian walked over with a huge black pot on his head, which was even bigger than a water bucket. His gait was unsteady and he stumbled as he moved, causing the newly arrived disciples around him to cast sideways glances.

  He gathered another bundle of dry firewood, took out a flint, lit a fire, set up the pot and poured in water.

  Before long, the black pot was filled with boiling water.

  Mo Bei was going to cook Long Hao Tian's favorite dish, and he carefully poured the crab roe and meat into boiling water. He opened the package of seasonings, slightly furrowed his brow, and occasionally threw a few seasonings into the boiling water.