Chapter 26: Senior, Are You Planning to Drink It to Death?

“Alright, leave the money, take the plaque, and go recruit more people. I’m busy,” Jiang Taixuan said as he shooed Ximen the Fatty out, then began dropping Gold Coins into the Turntable one by one, receiving only ‘thank you for your participation’ messages in return.

“Since Brother Xuan said so, Wu Song, who told you to always beat me up, and Li Guang, you just wait!”

Ximen the Fatty smirked viciously. He was absolutely determined to mess with Wu Song thoroughly. Of course, he didn’t dare to kill him, nor did he have the ability to, so he could only make Wu Song suffer some hidden losses.

“How awesome is defeating an enemy of a higher realm? Ever seen someone at the Innate Realm kill someone at Foundation Building? For just fifty Yuan Coins, you can rent this kind of top-tier monster!”

Ximen the Fatty boasted with all his might. After all, it didn’t cost him anything, and he could even make money from it.

If he did well, Brother Xuan would definitely give him some meat to eat, and it would be the meat of a Foundation Building Demon Beast!

As for Wu Song and Li Guang? They beat me up every day. How could I not make them suffer a bit?

“Foundation Building kills… forget it, Foundation Building is invincible. I haven’t even heard of the next realm,” Ximen the Fatty smacked his lips, feeling very frustrated.

Li Guang had also beaten him up many times, but Li Guang himself was at Foundation Building Peak and was one of the Gods and Demons. Foundation Building invincible was no joke.

Ximen the Fatty started his business like this, but the Hunting Competition was strict. Not many people dared to come, and no one believed him. Of the few plaques he had been given, only two or three were used, and he had thrown them all over to Wu Song’s side.

Fifty Yuan Coins for two hours—these people could only bear it. There was no other way; if they wanted to achieve good results, they had to grit their teeth and pay up.

At the same time, they also wanted to verify one fact: could Wu Song really kill a Foundation Building Demon Beast?

Of course, there were also deals that didn’t happen. After all, fifty Yuan Coins was not something everyone could afford, especially with a time limit of only two hours. Apart from those disciples from wealthy families, very few could afford to play.

“Ding, thank you for your participation.”

“Brother Xuan, the assessment has pretty much started now. Probably no one else is coming,” Ximen the Fatty said as he returned to the Dojo and plopped down beside him.

Jiang Taixuan glanced at Ximen the Fatty and said with annoyance, “Then why aren’t you going to cook? Boil this piece of Foundation Building Demon Beast meat.”

“Right away,” Ximen the Fatty immediately perked up. As long as there was meat to eat, he had motivation.

“Darn it, at least give me a win.”

Jiang Taixuan glared fiercely at the Turntable, his eyes wide, hoping desperately for the pointer to stop on Buddha’s Palm.

But sadly, one by one, as he dropped Gold Coins in, all he got was ‘thank you for your participation’.

“Could it be that all my good luck is gone?” Jiang Taixuan looked at his small treasury; only two Yuan Coins remained.

“This sucks. I won’t get my commission until Li Guang finishes his task. Why is this assessment so slow?” Jiang Taixuan pouted. The assessment had just started, and Li Guang hadn’t even completed one task yet.

…

“Senior Wu Song, can you really kill a Foundation Building Demon Beast?”

In the Monster Beast Mountains, Feng Hao met up with Wu Song and asked worriedly.

“Did you bring the wine?” Wu Song asked abruptly.

“I did, I did,” Feng Hao replied, flipping his hand to produce a wine jar. The jar was sealed, not a hint of wine aroma leaked out. “Senior, are you planning to get the Foundation Building Demon Beast drunk with wine and then kill it?”

Wu Song’s face darkened. “Can this wine of yours intoxicate a Foundation Building expert?”

“Well… without Primeval Qi to resist, it can intoxicate an Innate expert,” Feng Hao chuckled awkwardly. A Foundation Building expert was an old monster who could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. With Primeval Qi, they couldn’t get drunk unless it was spiritual wine.

Wu Song’s expression softened a bit. “Alright, the task begins. Do you choose to kill an Innate or a Foundation Building one?”

“Foundation Building,” Feng Hao answered without hesitation.

Wu Song’s face twitched. Ximen the Fatty, just wait until I get back; you’re dead!

He had already accepted the task. For the sake of the God-Demon Pill, Wu Song had to grit his teeth and complete it. He could only hope that if there were more customers later, their demands would be a bit lower.

“Give me all the wine. From now on, listen to my arrangements,” Wu Song said.

Feng Hao didn’t hesitate. He handed over all fifty jars of good wine to Wu Song and happily followed him deeper into the Monster Beast Mountains.

At the same time, Wu Song deliberately avoided other Martial Artists to prevent anyone from discovering he was helping to cheat.

As a member of the Divine Devil Dojo, besides maintaining his own prestige, he also had to learn to consider the customer’s feelings. Wu Song didn’t like trouble either, so it was best to take a detour and shake off those hunting.

Feng Hao felt relieved deep down. He was really worried about being caught cheating this time. Seeing Wu Song actively avoid others saved a lot of trouble.

“Senior, if we keep walking like this, can we find a Foundation Building Demon Beast?” Feng Hao asked. He only had two hours, but this journey had already taken a quarter of an hour.

“Alright, you wait here. I’ll go slaughter that beast,” Wu Song stopped and said calmly.

“We’re already here?” Feng Hao couldn’t believe it. This was a forest, the surroundings were completely quiet, not even a hair in sight. Was there really a Foundation Building Demon Beast here?

Wu Song paid no attention to Feng Hao. He strode forward, releasing the aura of an Innate Realm expert.

Roar!

A tiger roar echoed. A powerful aura erupted. The trees ahead shook violently. A deep green fierce tiger leaped out from the jungle, the character for ‘king’ etched on its forehead.

“Hiss, what a huge demon tiger,” Feng Hao gasped from a distance. Seeing that ‘king’ character, his eyes went wide, and his lips trembled. “Gale Tiger King, definitely Foundation Building level!”

Looking at the tiger king before him, Wu Song’s expression also turned serious. This was a Foundation Building demon tiger, a powerful species among Foundation Building Demon Beasts. Although he was a God and Demon, he was only at Peak Innate Realm.

Roar!

The Gale Tiger King stared at Wu Song, its tiger eyes flashing with ferocity. From the person before it, it sensed a suppressing aura. Its Foundation Building strength was actually suppressed by twenty percent.

Without the slightest hesitation, the Gale Tiger King pounced at Wu Song. All around, fierce winds howled, sand and stones flew, and weeds shook violently.

“Senior!” Feng Hao was scared out of his wits. Although he was far away, he still took several steps back.

Wu Song had no time to pay attention to Feng Hao now. He let out a low roar. Golden light erupted from within his body as he threw a punch.

Boom!

The fierce tiger pounced. Without any surprise, Wu Song was sent flying.

“Senior, should we switch to an Innate Monster Beast instead?” Feng Hao asked in a shaky voice. They were completely outmatched.

Thud!

He landed heavily but bounced up instantly as if nothing had happened. There wasn’t a single injury on his body, and his clothes weren’t even torn. However, his face looked terrible.

The renowned Tiger-Slaying Hero, beaten by a tiger?

Roar!

The Gale Tiger King roared angrily and pounced again. Its sharp claws gleamed coldly, green light flickered, and demonic energy churned. Clearly, it had activated its demonic power.

“Divine Martial Body, activate!”

Wu Song let out a furious roar. Golden light shimmered on his body as a powerful aura erupted. He threw a punch, the air exploding and space distorting around it.

Boom!

Clang!

The tiger claw vibrated, clashing with Wu Song’s iron fists, producing a metallic clanging sound. A powerful shockwave swept out, instantly turning the surrounding weeds into dust.

“Senior is mighty!” Feng Hao was shocked. Innate versus Foundation Building, and it was a draw? He was just sent flying a moment ago!

Roar!

The fierce tiger roared angrily. Being blocked by an Innate Martial Artist made it, as an intelligent Demon Beast, feel ashamed. Its maw opened wide as it lunged to bite down.

Wu Song’s iron fists shook. Boundless strength surged forth. His figure abruptly retreated. Suddenly, he lifted his leg, golden light following, and a Divine Martial power burst out.

Boom!

Another collision. Rolling demonic energy surged. Divine Martial power clashed head-on. Wu Song’s expression darkened. His body flipped in the air and slid back over ten meters away.

Even though Divine Martial power was incredibly potent, the gap in cultivation was still there. It wasn’t something a Juvenile Stage Divine Martial Body could compensate for.

Roar!

Having forced Wu Song back with one strike, the Gale Tiger King roared repeatedly. Demonic energy surged violently as it charged at Wu Song again.

Thud! Thud!…

Wu Song’s expression was grim. His Divine Martial Body erupted. Punch after punch was thrown, but with every punch, Wu Song retreated one step. In the blink of an eye, he had retreated over ten meters.

Roar!

Another roar. Green light flashed in its tiger mouth. A sense of deadly crisis descended.

“Senior, how about… forget it? I don’t want those fifty Yuan Coins back,” Feng Hao was dumbfounded. It was only fifty Yuan Coins. Was it worth fighting so desperately?

Wu Song’s expression suddenly turned cold. A faint golden light flickered in his icy eyes. “Forget it? This is losing face for me!”

Wu Song was furious. He, the renowned Tiger-Slaying Hero, a contemporary God and Demon, was actually looked down upon by a mortal and was being forced back step by step by a demon tiger. If this got back, how would Li Guang laugh at him?

Couldn’t even complete a simple task?

The prestige of a God and Demon could not be lost!

A wine jar appeared in his hand. Feng Hao’s face changed slightly. He opened his mouth and said, “Senior, are you planning to drink it to death? But would it even drink… Holy crap, Senior, why are you drinking it?”