Chapter 1384: Chapter 1384: Why Use a Cleaver to Slaughter a Pig? (4 Updates)
The man called Feng Da by the fat guy is a middle-aged man with a full beard. Upon hearing the fat guy’s command, he immediately began rubbing his fists in readiness.
Ye Haochuan, however, waved his hand dismissively with a contemptuous look and said to the fat guy, "I don’t have much time, taking care of a pig like you will do. As for those pig farmers, I’m really not interested!"
"Bastard, you’re courting death!" The fat guy’s eyes turned red with anger, and he couldn’t suppress his fury, attempting to step down from the litter.
Seeing this, Feng Da wore a pained expression and quickly stopped him, "These little thieves aren’t worth you taking action. I’ll capture him and let you vent your anger on him at will."
Upon hearing this, the fat guy sat back down impatiently and said, "Then hurry up!"
The way he acted, even moving seemed like an insult to his noble status.
Feng Da sighed with relief at this, glanced at Ye Haochuan coldly, and shouted, "Brat, prepare to die!"
Ye Haochuan seemed to understand something, looked at the fat guy with keen interest, and laughed, "True, fighting a pig with me is really not entertaining!"
"You...courting death!" Seeing Ye Haochuan ignoring him and trying to provoke the fat guy, Feng Da was furious, brandished a spear, and charged at Ye Haochuan.
"Fighting a pig is boring, fighting a pig farmer is even less interesting!" Ye Haochuan’s lips curled into an intriguing smile.
"Eighth-Level Palm!"
Ye Haochuan didn’t even bother to use the Xuanwu Force Vein, directly striking with a palm.
"What powerful momentum!"
Feng Da had already witnessed Ye Haochuan’s skill earlier, but since he wasn’t the one directly confronting him, and Ye Haochuan hadn’t fully exerted his strength, he didn’t feel it too intensely.
Now, facing Ye Haochuan’s palm directly, he realized he had completely underestimated Ye Haochuan. Although his cultivation level was a notch higher than Ye Haochuan’s, he couldn’t withstand even this single palm from Ye Haochuan.
But now, with the fat guy watching behind him, even knowing he couldn’t withstand it, he had to brace himself and take the blow.
Boom~
Ye Haochuan’s palm struck the tip of the spear, but not only did it not pierce Ye Haochuan’s skin, the spear was deflected backward by the force of the palm.
"Not good!"
Feng Da shouted internally, realizing that going all out in defense was no longer possible, and he could only watch as Ye Haochuan’s palm struck his chest.
Thud~
A mouthful of fresh blood spewed out, and Feng Da was instantly sent flying.
This was still Ye Haochuan holding back; otherwise, this palm could have ended Feng Da’s life on the spot.
Seeing Feng Da defeated in an instant, the fat guy’s face turned sour, "Useless, all of you are useless. To deal with a petty thief, I have to take action myself. What’s the point of having you?"
As he spoke, he stood up from the litter.
Oh my, that chunk of fat is disgusting no matter how you look at it!
Ye Haochuan couldn’t help but smile bitterly inwardly.
When the fat guy was sprawled in the litter earlier, he hadn’t noticed, but now standing, he realized just how fat the guy truly was. He was practically a ball.
"Filthy monkey, you’re forcing my hand. Today, I’ll show you the difference between the superior and the inferior!"
As the fat guy spoke, he walked step by step toward Ye Haochuan. Every step made the ground tremble not because of any great power, but because he was so heavy.
Ye Haochuan finally understood why the fat guy needed eight people to carry the litter—it wasn’t for show, but because even one less person couldn’t lift him.
"Is he still able to fight being this fat?" Guan Ling laughed from the side.
"Although he’s a bit fat, he’s still at the Core Formation Peak, after all!" Su Zehao said with a pained expression.
Ye Haochuan’s quick defeat of a Core Formation Late Stage had already shattered Su Zehao’s understanding. He had never imagined a Core Formation Mid-Stage cultivator could possess such formidable means.
However, even with that, facing a Core Formation Peak expert, Su Zehao was still worried for Ye Haochuan. At the Core Formation Stage, each level’s gap was significant.
Su Zehao was somewhat intimidated by the fat guy, but in Ye Haochuan’s eyes, the fat guy wasn’t worth any concern.
Not to mention Ye Haochuan’s current strength could match a Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator. Even if he only had ordinary Core Formation strength, he was confident of defeating the fat guy.
It’s not arrogance; it’s just that the fat guy...is too weak.
As a Core Formation Peak expert, after just a few steps, he was already panting heavily. Moreover, despite boasting about fighting Ye Haochuan, his whole body wasn’t guarded in the slightest.
Based on Feng Da’s previous reactions, Ye Haochuan already had some speculation; seeing the fat guy now confirmed his thoughts further.
"Young master really isn’t interested in pig slaughtering. Anyone up for a play?" Ye Haochuan suddenly turned to Su Zehao and the others.
Guan Ling and Su Zehao exchanged glances, especially Su Zehao, whose eyebrows were nearly furrowing.
It was Liu Sheng who let out a snort, loudly agreeing, "I’ll do it!"
He was never a person afraid of death, having been insulted by the fat guy as a monkey, and he wanted to vent this anger.
"Good!" Ye Haochuan smiled knowingly and yielded his position to Liu Sheng.
After taking a few steps, he turned back and said, "By the way, you don’t seem to have a suitable pig-slaughtering knife, do you?"
With that, he casually took out a longsword and handed it to Liu Sheng.
This longsword was taken from Xue Li’s hand, a First-Level Treasure.
Seeing such a treasure, Liu Sheng’s eyes immediately brightened with joy. When he suddenly advanced to the Core Formation Stage, he hadn’t had time to find an appropriate weapon.
Later, during his stay in the White Court Origin Realm, though he had acquired some Magical Treasures, none felt quite right. This longsword was precisely what he had wanted.
"Cold to the touch, with a tail like a fierce tiger, from now on, you’ll be called Cold Tiger!" Liu Sheng fondly stroked the longsword, murmuring.
Hum~
The Cold Tiger Sword emitted a soft hum, as if responding to Liu Sheng.
A Divine Weapon with a spirit, the Cold Tiger Sword, although just a First-Level Treasure, already had the awareness to choose a master. Evidently, Liu Sheng was more to its liking than the late Xue Li.
Seeing Liu Sheng so satisfied with the Cold Tiger Sword, Ye Haochuan smiled lightly and returned to the midst of the crowd.
This scene, in the eyes of the fat guy, was extremely humiliating.
"Filthy monkey, fighting you is already an insult to my status. Now you actually send out some newly-formed Core Formation ant?" The fat guy trembled with anger.
Ye Haochuan sneered, "Don’t you know that a butcher knife isn’t needed to slaughter a pig? Do you have anything on you that qualifies you for young master’s attention?"
"You..." The fat guy nearly spat blood in anger and roared, "Fine, I’ll first slaughter this clueless guy, then tear you to pieces later!"