Chapter 165: Chapter 166: The Sudden Appearance of the Beggar

Translator: 549690339

Instantly, the mountain rocks split apart, the mountain body crumbled, and strands of meatball-like tentacles twitched wildly.

“Benefactor, be careful!”

Monk Liaowang pushed Su Mei’er beside him and a golden light burst forth, trying to block a massive tentacle that was rapidly shooting towards them.

But in an instant, the Monk’s protective golden light shattered, he coughed up blood, and was sent flying.

“Little Monk!”

Su Mei’er was startled and rushed forward to support Liaowang, stuffing a handful of elixirs into his mouth.

“This humble monk has Buddha’s blessing, benefactor need not waste elixirs.”

Liaowang coughed a few times and slowly said, although he was internally injured, fortunately, his injuries were not serious.

These tentacles were all part of the massive Flesh Mountain’s body. Everyone in the cave had only seen a very small part of the heart pulsating, but in reality, the roots of the Flesh Mountain extended into every corner of the cave.

Now awakening, the rocks clinging to the Flesh Mountain’s body framework kept collapsing.

A chillingly cruel aura rampaged, turning everyone’s faces as pale as death.

“Brother Li, we’ve screwed up!”

“Benefactor, you shouldn’t have touched it.”

“Stop talking and start running!”

As the heart of the Flesh Mountain continued to revive, the ancient Divine Demon’s oppressive might descended, causing Li Xiaobai’s breath to catch, his Attribute Points skyrocketing.

[Attribute Points +1000…]

[Attribute Points +2000…]

[Attribute Points +3000…]

…

With the revival of the Flesh Mountain, the air grew thick, and the powerful oppressive force caused people’s blood qi to surge. Li Xiaobai’s face was equally pale, though he found the rapid increase of Attribute Points exhilarating.

But if this thing were to strike even once, he would surely be dead or severely wounded. The might of the Flesh Mountain far surpassed any cultivator he had ever seen. Even cultivators at the Transcendance Tribulation Stage were like infants before it.

By accidentally releasing a super boss, could it lead to a major disaster?

It was at this moment that in an inconspicuous corner, a withered corpse was hit by a falling rock from above and suddenly jumped three feet high.

“No good, the big brute is waking up; run for your lives!”

An aged figure whirled by like a tornado, sprinting madly away.

“Cackle, playing dead, and out comes an old steamed bun!”

Ji Wuqing was ruffled. A “corpse” suddenly fleeing in panic would startle anyone.

Li Xiaobai squinted his eyes; he had suspected he’d seen this old man before when entering the inner world, and now upon seeing his face, he recognized him immediately. This guy was the old beggar who had bathed with him back in Ancient Moon City.

This old beggar was indeed no simple character to have snuck in here to play dead.

“Damn, there’s also a crafty old guy hidden here; don’t tell me he was lying in wait for us?”

Everyone watched, dumbstruck.

“Brother Li, is it time to release our cultivation levels? Without our powers, we can’t run at all!”

Yunkun and others were terrified to their core. They all came from powerful backgrounds with deep foundations and had some speculations about the massive heart of the Flesh Mountain. If it was indeed like the things recorded in their family archives.

It would be a catastrophe for the Immortal Spirit Continent, and they must report this to their clans as soon as possible!

Li Xiaobai’s wrist flipped, and a Lamborghini appeared in an instant, attracting everyone’s gaze with its flashy style and iron-blood aura.

“Brother Li, this is…”

“No time to explain, get in the car!”

Li Xiaobai opened the car door and pushed everyone inside. The Lamborghini had an odd design, but its interior was spacious, easily accommodating everyone present.

Patting the seat next to him, they were made of genuine leather, ultra-thin, translucent, soft, and comfortable, making it irresistible to lean against them and relax.

“What kind of beast is this mount, to have its own space inside, and it’s so comfortable!”

“Since we are sitting inside it, could it be that the things beneath us are its internal organs?”

Everyone was very curious about the Lamborghini, mainly because of its sleek design and powerful performance. Although it looked strange, it felt incredibly cool and charming.

Li Xiaobai floored the accelerator, and the Lamborghini roared off.

The rocks falling along the road didn’t affect the hard exterior of the car at all. The sports car was very fast, and soon Li Xiaobai saw the old figure sprinting madly ahead once again.

The old beggar was staggering with every step, but each one flashed him forward tens of meters, sometimes even hundreds of meters. Wherever his toes touched, runes flickered, mysterious and unfathomable.

Monk Liaowang was shocked, “This is the true art of shrinking the earth, the Supreme Great Divine Power, reaching the ends of the earth!”

“What do you mean?” Li Xiaobai asked.

“It is said that this Divine Skill originates from the Upper Realm, requiring a very high cultivation level and comprehension. Step out one step, and you reach the ends of the earth in an instant. Our Buddhist Sect’s version of shrinking the earth is a modified version of this skill, a simplified one,” explained Monk Liaowang.

Li Xiaobai casually threw two more top-quality Spirit Stones into the mailbox, and the roar of the car exploded. The wheels rubbed against the ground, sparks flew in all directions, and it turned into a bolt of lightning chasing after the old beggar.

The old man was indeed running fast, but his speed seemed unstable, sometimes covering a thousand meters in a blink and at other times stomping in place. Li Xiaobai couldn’t understand his maneuvers.

He drove up next to the old beggar.

“Old man, it’s been a long time. I’ve missed you!”

Li Xiaobai rolled down the window and said with a smile, this old fellow was unscrupulous—he had first bumped to death and then, upon facing danger, turned and ran, clearly harboring ill intentions.

“Boss Ye, what a coincidence!”

The old beggar appeared very surprised.

“I’m called Li Xiaobai now.”

“Boss Li, your bathhouse is really nice. After soaking there, my back doesn’t ache and my legs don’t hurt. Everything is just perfect.”

“Old man, what brings you here?” Li Xiaobai asked directly, cutting to the chase.

“Here to make a little money.”

“Have you made any?”

“Not yet.”

“What is that thing behind you?”

“Flesh Mountain, a piece of meat mountain accumulated with resentment over the years. It was awakened by the Iron-blood Aura on Boss Li’s body. Boss Li, you truly are a Divine Demon!”

The old beggar gave a thumbs up, revealing a mouthful of big yellow teeth.

Li Xiaobai’s face darkened; he felt the old man was insulting him in a roundabout way.

“Giggle, kid, watch out, that monster has started attacking again!” Ji Wuqing had been keeping an eye on the situation behind them all along and suddenly reminded them.

Li Xiaobai looked in the rearview mirror and saw that many stone walls at the back were starting to move eerily. The once wind-eroded Flesh Mountain tentacles were slowly waking up, one by one separating and spreading out from the mountain body.

Some cultivators were running too slowly and got caught by the tentacles, which dragged them into the mountain walls.

“Boss Li, the entire cave is formed by leeching onto the body of that Flesh Mountain. Only by escaping the cave can we be considered truly beyond its control,” the old beggar said.

“However, Boss Li is a Divine Demon. You certainly have no fear of such small fry. This old beggar has no strength to truss a chicken, so I won’t make trouble for you.”

“The old beggar is leaving too!”