Chapter 33: I Was So Scared

Little Fatty Qin opened his eyes, the sounds of fighting still ringing in his ears.

He turned his head and saw Old Yanpao still locked in combat with Wire-rimmed Glasses, his body already crisscrossed with bloody cuts.

Old Yanpao’s movements were sluggish, and behind him, Hu Gaozi was waiting for an opportunity.

This won’t do. He had to get up and help, Old Yanpao wouldn’t last much longer.

Little Fatty grabbed his axe and struggled to his feet, when suddenly, Wire-rimmed Glasses darted behind Old Yanpao and seized him by the hair.

Old Yanpao was forced to look up, and Hu Gaozi lunged forward, slicing Old Yanpao’s throat with his dagger.

Blood gushed forth, and Old Yanpao’s body went limp, collapsing to the ground.

Hu Gaozi watched the blood with an excited laugh, punctuated by several coughs.

He had been weakened by the Poisonous Mist, and further poisoned by Old Yanpao’s smoke, so his condition wasn’t ideal.

But Wire-rimmed Glasses was in far better shape.

As a Poison Cultivator, he possessed an extreme resistance to toxins.

Of course, that didn’t mean he could stay on Bitter Mist Mountain indefinitely; his current cultivation level wasn’t sufficient to withstand prolonged exposure to the Poisonous Mist.

But a day wasn’t too long for him, and had little effect.

He took out a handkerchief, wiped the blood from his hands, and walked over to Little Fatty.

"You must have heard what I said earlier. I hate talking to idiots, don’t want to say a single extra word.

Compared to that old fool, you shouldn’t be an idiot. At least you’re young, not so stubborn.

Give me all the flowers, and I’ll let you go."

"No!" Little Fatty clutched his cloth bag tightly.

"Why are you being so stubborn?" Hu Gaozi chuckled. "I counted them for you; you’ve only picked twenty flowers. Selling them down the mountain will only get you a little over a thousand coppers. Is it worth risking your life for a thousand coppers?"

"I just won’t give them to you!" Little Fatty gripped his axe tighter. He knew his life was worth more than a thousand coppers, but he wouldn’t allow anyone to easily take what was his.

"You’re really asking for it!" Hu Gaozi stepped forward and kicked Little Fatty in the chest.

This time, Little Fatty was prepared. He blocked the kick with the handle of his axe and swung back, aiming a blow at Hu Gaozi.

Hu Gaozi dodged the axe, but only barely. After being poisoned by the smoke, he was no match for Little Fatty in a straight fight.

But he didn’t need to fight alone, because Wire-rimmed Glasses was standing beside him.

Wire-rimmed Glasses approached Little Fatty, waving his folding fan. "Brother, take my advice, leave the flowers and hurry down the mountain."

"You’re dreaming!" Little Fatty spat on the ground. "I was a fool to trust you. You treacherous bastard. You were lying to me the whole way!"

"Treacherous?" Wire-rimmed Glasses shook his head. "I think I’ve been quite forthright."

"That’s bullshit!" Little Fatty spat again. "Meeting a bastard like you is my misfortune!"

"It’s not misfortune. Even if you hadn’t met me, you would have met someone else," Wire-rimmed Glasses smiled. "You’re carrying such a big axe. It’s obvious you are first time on the mountain. Since you left the inn, many people have had their eyes on you."

Little Fatty paused, remembering Shopkeeper Feng from the general store.

No wonder he had said it wasn’t a good idea to bring the Crescent Blade up the mountain.

Wire-rimmed Glasses continued, "I know you feel wronged. You risked your life for a whole day to pick twenty flowers, only to lose them like this. Anyone would feel resentful.

But think about it. Do those twenty flowers really belong to you? Do you deserve them?

It’s your first time on Bitter Mist Mountain, and you expect to make money? Do you have the qualifications?

You don’t know anything. You don’t recognize the paths, you don’t understand the rules, you don’t even know what a Serpentine Chrysanthemum looks like.

I taught you many things. At least next time you come, you’ll know where to pick the flowers, what kind of flowers to pick, how many you can pick, how many you can take, who you can trust, and who you can’t.

You’ve learned so much, and you even kept your life. All it cost you was a little over a thousand coppers. Do you really think it’s not worth it?"

Hearing this, Little Fatty took out a piece of dried provisions from his bag and stuffed it into his mouth.

This was his last piece of dried food, and his last bit of capital.

No matter what the other man said, Little Fatty would never hand over the Serpentine Chrysanthemums.

Wire-rimmed Glasses was disappointed. He had hoped Little Fatty would give up resisting, so he could take his life with ease.

But since Little Fatty was determined to fight to the end, he had to change his approach.

"Young brother, I’ll give you five minutes. Think it over carefully." Wire-rimmed Glasses took out his folding fan and began to wave it gently. The fragrance within the fan slowly diffused from the mechanism in the fan’s ribs.

The scent drifted out. Little Fatty didn’t notice anything, because he didn’t know Wire-rimmed Glasses was a Poison Cultivator.

Old Yanpao had realized Wire-rimmed Glasses was a Poison Cultivator just before Little Fatty had lost consciousness.

"I’ll say it again, every word spoken to an idiot is a waste of breath. I believe you are not an idiot." Wire-rimmed Glasses continued to release his poison, when suddenly, a figure came running from a distance.

"Fatty Qin, everyone! I’ve found a great spot! There are tons of Serpentine Chrysanthemums there!"

Little Fatty turned his head and saw Li Banfeng running toward them.

Wire-rimmed Glasses was stunned and took two steps back. Hu Gaozi quickly drew his dagger.

Why is he back? Didn’t he go down the mountain?

Li Banfeng rushed forward and said to Little Fatty, "We’ve struck it rich this time! Not far ahead there’s a patch of bamboo. There are Serpentine Chrysanthemums growing under the bamboo! Let’s go take a look!"

Little Fatty grabbed Li Banfeng. "Brother, something’s happened."

"What happened?"

"Old Yanpao is dead."

"Dead? How did he die?"

"They killed him!" Little Fatty pointed to the corpse in the distance.

Li Banfeng saw the bloodstains and Old Yanpao’s body, and his legs immediately went weak.

"Wha… What’s going on? Wha… What are you trying to do? We partnered up, didn’t we? We were supposed to look out for each other!" Li Banfeng was so scared he couldn’t speak properly.

Little Fatty grabbed Li Banfeng. "Brother, there’s no use saying any of this, they wanted to rob us from the start. We have to fight them!"

"Figh… Fight them…" Li Banfeng trembled all over.

Hu Gaozi laughed. "Brother, you said we should be wary of this guy. Look at what kind of trash he is."

Wire-rimmed Glasses sighed. "So, your name is Baisha, right? You saw a good place?"

"I… I saw it…" Tears were about to fall from Li Banfeng’s eyes.

"You really saw it?"

"I really saw it, I didn’t lie to you," Li Banfeng took off the cloth bag from his waist, which was bulging with flowers. "These are all the ones I picked over there."

Wire-rimmed Glasses smiled. "You’ve done a great service. You stay here and squat. You can take us there later."

"Okay, okay…" Li Banfeng stood there dumbly.

Hu Gaozi stepped forward and kicked Li Banfeng. "Didn’t you hear me? I told you to squat!"

Li Banfeng quickly squatted on the ground.

Wire-rimmed Glasses smiled at Little Fatty. "What should we do? Your friend is useless!"

"You’re a coward!" Little Fatty saw Li Banfeng squatting on the ground and wiping away tears, and knew he couldn’t rely on him. He gripped his axe, ready to fight Wire-rimmed Glasses.

Hu Gaozi rolled up his sleeves, preparing to take care of Little Fatty with Wire-rimmed Glasses.

Li Banfeng was still sobbing on the ground. "Didn’t we partner up? We agreed to look out for each other! Why are you killing people? Why do you have to kill people?"

Hu Gaozi suddenly felt a chill in his ankle. Before he could feel the pain, a warm liquid flowed out of his ankle.

He was bleeding. Someone had cut him.

The cut was very deep, as if they had severed his Achilles tendon. He couldn’t move his foot.

Hu Gaozi looked down at Li Banfeng, who was still squatting on the ground, wiping away tears.

"You just want the Serpentine Chrysanthemums, right? There are plenty over there. I’ll give them all to you, just don’t kill me."

With that, Li Banfeng took out his cloth bag, seemingly to hand it to Wire-rimmed Glasses.

Wire-rimmed Glasses was stunned, when suddenly, Li Banfeng threw the bag directly at him.

The bag wasn’t aimed at Wire-rimmed Glasses’ hand, but at his head.

Never miss within five meters.

Seeing the cloth bag flying toward his face, Wire-rimmed Glasses blocked it with his hand. The bag’s mouth was open, and an entire bag of vomit was dumped onto Wire-rimmed Glasses’ face.

It was sour and sticky.

Wire-rimmed Glasses couldn’t open his eyes for a moment.

"I’ve already given you the flowers, please spare me." While crying, Li Banfeng got up, revealed a small sickle hidden in his sleeve, and raised his hand to slice Hu Gaozi’s throat.

Hu Gaozi didn’t react at all.

The speed of a Travel Cultivator was very fast.

At the same time, as a Home Cultivator, Li Banfeng was easily overlooked.

He had just come out of his house, and his combat power was at its peak.

In addition, the Poisonous Mist on Bitter Mist Mountain had mostly dissipated, and Li Banfeng’s physical condition was far better than Hu Gaozi’s.

More importantly, Li Banfeng’s mental state was incomprehensible to Hu Gaozi.

Not only was it incomprehensible to Hu Gaozi, but even Little Fatty couldn’t understand it.

He was crying, he was begging for mercy.

He was wielding a blade, he was killing people.

His actions defied normal people’s understanding.

Hu Gaozi clutched his throat and fell to the ground.

Wire-rimmed Glasses had just wiped the vomit from his eyes and hadn’t realized what had happened, when suddenly, everything went dark.

Li Banfeng put the bag back over Wire-rimmed Glasses’ head.

"I beg you not to kill me, I’ll give you all the flowers!" Li Banfeng cried miserably, and swung the sickle.

"Let go, I won’t kill you, I really won’t kill you!"

Wire-rimmed Glasses struggled desperately, but Li Banfeng held the bag tightly, covering Wire-rimmed Glasses’ head, and he couldn’t break free.

"I’ll really give you the flowers, please don’t kill me." Li Banfeng continued to cry, the sickle fell, passing through the bag, and hooked into Wire-rimmed Glasses’ skull.

"I didn’t want to kill you, I definitely won’t kill you!" Wire-rimmed Glasses shouted hoarsely.

What exactly happened?

Wire-rimmed Glasses couldn’t figure it out.

The severely injured brain lost the ability to think.

"You just had to kill me?" Li Banfeng was still crying, but the sickle didn’t stop. It went in and out of Wire-rimmed Glasses’ skull.

"I really didn’t want to kill you, I definitely won’t kill you!" Wire-rimmed Glasses’ voice changed.

"Can’t you just not kill me?" Puchi! The sickle went into Wire-rimmed Glasses’ skull again.

"I definitely won’t kill you!"

"I beg you not to kill me!" Crack! Li Banfeng pulled the sickle out while crying.

"I… I…" Wire-rimmed Glasses couldn’t speak.

Wire-rimmed Glasses wanted to wave his fan, but the fan was raised in the air, shaking chaotically.

Li Banfeng hooked the sickle into Wire-rimmed Glasses’ skull six times in succession.

The red stained the cloth bag red.

The white flowed out of the cloth bag.

Wire-rimmed Glasses’ entire body was twitching.

Li Banfeng sobbed, "I’m so scared. Why did you have to kill me?"

Little Fatty was stunned. He didn’t know what to say.

Li Banfeng was very thin, and didn’t look like someone who could fight.

Even Old Chen from the Dark Star Bureau couldn’t understand how Li Banfeng could have won against five opponents, and severely injured them.

If he could see this scene, he might understand.

Watching Li Banfeng stab one after another, until he opened Wire-rimmed Glasses’ skull, Little Fatty quickly advised, "Brother Li, he seems to be dead."

"Dead?" Li Banfeng blinked, stopped crying, his expression returned to normal, and his voice became normal.

As if nothing had just happened.

He looked at Little Fatty and said seriously, "You know, brother, I was so scared just now."

He said he was so scared.

He said very seriously that he was so scared.

Little Fatty was in a daze, and asked cautiously, "Brother Li, are you crazy?"

Li Banfeng shook his head firmly. "Not crazy. I went to the hospital. The doctor said I’m not crazy."

End of Chapter