"Fatty, what are you doing? Trying to grope me?"
Seeing Fatty take off his shirt, Hu Bayi couldn't help but frown slightly.
There were ladies present.
Shirley Yang involuntarily closed her eyes, not wanting to look at Fatty's blob of meat.
"Fatty, didn't you say you're most afraid of snakes? Why are you taking off your shirt now?"
Hu Bayi, seeing Fatty silent, couldn't help but speak again.
Fatty glanced at Hu Bayi, a hint of pride on his face.
"Old Hu, who is Fatty? Your human meat shield, your safety guarantee! Fatty wants to become stronger too!"
As Fatty spoke, he stood in front of Zhang Qilin, and for a moment, he seemed to grow taller.
Zhang Tian exclaimed, "Good heavens, has Fatty finally understood his mission?
Has he finally learned to strive?
It wasn't for nothing that I've been nurturing him every day.
"Crack."
The protective cover of the Eight Trigram Mirror shattered, and the next moment, countless small sand snakes rushed towards everyone. Fatty, with his own strength, blocked more than half of the sandstorm.
In the eyes of everyone, Fatty's figure grew taller and taller.
A faint golden light even emanated from his body.
He was actually cultivating!
"Holy crap, ah~ so good~ so good, Fatty likes you guys."
Fatty extended his large hand, facing the countless killing snakes without fear.
The main reason was that the large sand snakes had been annihilated by the combined efforts of Zhang Tian and Zhang Qilin. These small sand snakes were merely experience points for Fatty.
There was no challenge at all.
"Fatty's cries are so enchanting,"
Shirley Yang said slowly. Everyone touched their cheeks, unable to help it, for he was indeed such an enchanting person.
Besides the sand snakes around Fatty's crotch, a small portion had also squeezed through the gaps.
The sky was filled with yellow sand, casting a gloomy shadow. On the ground, An Liman's figure could no longer be seen.
It was clear that An Liman had been buried by the sand.
Zhang Tian even saw some sand snakes burrowing towards An Liman's position. In the original story, he probably could have just lifted his butt and dodged the sandstorm.
But unfortunately, the tomb and its dangers had been amplified this time.
Zhang Tian casually tossed a talisman towards An Liman, as a form of protection.
"Old Hu, continue calculating the position. I'll try out my Qimen Dunjia."
Zhang Tian said, forming hand seals.
"Lin!"
The next moment, an intense burning sensation seemed to emanate from his fingertips.
Then, a wall of sand appeared, directly shielding everyone behind it.
After all, they were sand snakes formed from sand, and they couldn't be killed indefinitely. Hiding was clearly the wisest choice.
The countless small snakes were also blocked, leaving Fatty alone outside.
Even though his body was scratched by the yellow sand and blood flowed, Fatty still had a smile on his face.
It felt so good, incredibly good!
"Fatty seems to have broken through! Oh yeah! So satisfying!"
Fatty stretched lazily in the sandstorm. As the surrounding sandstorm gradually lessened, Fatty felt even more comfortable.
Indeed, Fatty was the core member of the team!
Soon, the sandstorm subsided a bit, and Zhang Qilin patted the sand off his body.
He was still relatively clean-conscious.
Gradually, the sandstorm reached halfway up everyone's legs.
The sand snakes had come and gone quickly, lasting only about a minute.
As the sky gradually cleared, Zhang Tian waved his hand, and the sand wall disappeared. He let out a sigh of relief.
This thing really consumed qi. In such a short time, a quarter of it was depleted.
"Is this what a Daoist priest is like?"
"Is it that outrageous?"
Shirley Yang looked at Zhang Tian, a hint of surprise in her heart. Not to mention the series of actions just now, even the final sand wall was something Shirley Yang had never witnessed.
Indeed, the cultural depth of Xia Guo was far beyond what those foreign children could compare to.
If a comparison had to be made, it would probably only be with a place like Egypt.
Egypt's culture also had a long history, spanning seven thousand four hundred and fifty years, during which many myths and legends had emerged.
"Brother Zhang, is this the Daoist priests of Xia Guo?"
Shirley Yang asked, unable to resist learning more about the mysteries of the East.
"Sort of, but it's gradually declining."
Zhang Tian smiled. History moves forward, and things like this will surely be known by fewer and fewer people in the future.
Shirley Yang shook her head.
"No, it's not declining, it's just that you don't want to publicize it. You always like to be low-key, always creating complex rules..."
As Shirley Yang spoke, Zhang Tian chuckled.
What Shirley Yang said was true. How much of Xia Guo's culture, how many of Xia Guo's crafts, were lost due to complicated rules, which led to their demise?
But thinking about it, it made sense. In those days, a craft was one's livelihood, and who would willingly give their livelihood to others?
Zhang Tian didn't say much. If he were to take on disciples, Zhang Tian would definitely refuse, for no particular reason.
Afterward, he didn't dwell on the topic and looked at a small sand dune in the desert.
An Liman was hiding underneath.
Seeing this, Hu Bayi quickly walked towards An Liman's location.
Zhang Tian looked at Fatty. At this moment, Fatty was covered in sand and had some bloodstains, but overall, he looked quite normal.
His physique seemed even more robust, and some of his flab had disappeared.
"Hiss, does this body refinement also have a slimming effect?"
Zhang Tian inhaled sharply. If it were true, Zhang Tian couldn't imagine Fatty with a chiseled physique and a well-built body.
He would simply turn into a land tank.
He quickly shook his head, too terrifying to contemplate.
"Boss, Fatty, I've gotten hard again!"
Fatty puffed out his chest, looking smug.
Fatty's cultivation had now reached the peak of the Celestial rank.
It would be difficult to break through to the Grandmaster level.
Ignoring the proud Fatty, Zhang Tian looked at An Liman, who had been dug out by Hu Bayi.
An Liman was struggling to breathe.
Stars were swirling in his eyes.
He looked around and, upon seeing that Zhang Tian and the others were all safe and not covered in much sand, he was stunned again.
"This shouldn't be. Such a huge sandstorm, and you're all fine?"
An Liman mumbled, somewhat bewildered.
Fatty approached An Liman and flicked his forehead.
"You guy, not only is your mouth foul, but you also cursed us."
As Fatty spoke, An Liman quickly shook his head.
"Hehe, no, no, we're all friends, just friends. By the way, are my camels okay?"
An Liman said. Seeing that all his camels were safe and sound, he breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, he was again somewhat surprised.
Considering the severity of the sandstorm, camels would normally have run away. But now, not only had the camels not run, they were standing obediently on the sandy ground.
An Liman had lived for so many years and had never seen such a strange occurrence.
"It's truly strange that you're all okay."
An Liman said. Zhang Tian's face was filled with dark lines. If you can't speak, don't.
"Hmph, hmph."
The camels let out a cry, as if they wanted to kick this guy.
"By the way, Uncle, we seemed to have seen a white camel in the desert."
Suddenly, Zhang Tian spoke.
Upon hearing this, An Liman's expression immediately turned serious.
He quickly walked over to Zhang Tian.
He grabbed Zhang Tian's hand.
His eyes even held some tears, showing great emotion.
"Is that true? It's him, he's back."
An Liman said, his distinctive accent always pulling Zhang Tian out of his thoughts.
"Old man, who's back?"
Hu Bayi asked.
"Miracle of the Desert!"
"White Elf of the Desert."
An Liman said, his thoughts drifting back to a long time ago.