Chapter 113: Great Strength Brings Miracles!
“Lord Left Envoy, everything is ready.” Xiem entered the tent and respectfully bowed to Fang Ji.
Hearing this, Fang Ji tilted his head, peering through the slit of the tent’s door curtain to look outside. He saw a large number of Miracle Cult members outside the tent, dressed in their distinctive light blue long robes, moving back and forth. In the center of the open space stood a stone pillar taller than a person.
On the stone pillar, there were uniquely shaped and exquisitely crafted ceramic vases.
The vases were octagonal, with a child and mother mouth, round shoulders, a tapered waist, and flat bottoms. The entire vase was coated with black glaze, resembling a soul bottle, with intricate golden lines painted on it illustrating complex and magnificent patterns.
The upper layer of the vase depicted mountains and rivers, the middle layer adorned with gold and silver jewelry, birds and beasts, while the lower layer featured grains and fine wines. The lid was tower-shaped, topped with the shapes of an eye, brain, heart, and hand.
Surrounded by different stone pillars, the members of the Miracle Cult, under the guidance of four elders, whispered their prayers.
“He brought gold, covering the earth.
He brought swords, ending wars…”
As the prayers spread, a solemn and reverent atmosphere echoed.
The Miracle Cult members soaked in this ambiance, their eyes brimming with tears of excitement. If it weren’t for the inappropriate occasion, they would likely be dancing and cheering.
Xiem stood in the tent, hesitating slightly, before asking Fang Ji, “What about the Holy Son…?”
Before Xiem could finish his sentence, Fang Ji waved his hand to interrupt, “Rest assured, the Holy Son has already arrived near Yumen Pass. I met her earlier. Once Yumen Pass opens, she will naturally appear. Until then, you just need to be prepared.”
“But…” Xiem frowned, “I thought the Holy Son would come to see everyone! At a time like this, receiving comfort from the Holy Son would be a strong encouragement for everyone.”
“That’s somewhat true.” Fang Ji shrugged and then shifted the topic, “However, the Holy Son, as a miracle walking among humans, cannot be easily seen by them, can she?”
“Besides, miracles appearing at the last moment are even more shocking, right?”
“…” Xiem opened his mouth, wanting to say something but hesitated.
“Alright!” Fang Ji stood up with a smile, patted Xiem on the shoulder, and said, “Elder Xiem, you should go prepare. If the information is correct, we should be acting soon.”
As he spoke, he turned around and looked towards the sky through the tent’s window, murmuring, “Look, the wind is already picking up.”
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On the other side, in the underground caves inhabited by the Zhanbu Tribe.
An excellent male escort must immerse their customers in a romantic atmosphere while subtly probing for various information about them, understanding their spending power. This is to maximize their expenditure while ensuring the customers maintain their dignity, avoiding any awkward situations of being unable to pay the bill.
Bai Kai was not only at the pinnacle of the male escort world, but he was also a Siye Association Operative. While proficiently mastering the aforementioned skills, he was also seamlessly probing information about urban legends or spiritual ability users—this was part of his daily routine.
In simple terms, Furongluo, who had never seen much of the world, was no match for him. During over two hours of reminiscing, she was completely led by the nose.
Thanks to Bai Kai’s skilled techniques, throughout the process, Furongluo did not feel any discomfort.
Pleasing women had long become his instinct, and he felt no shame in it.
Treating them indifferently as fairies, making them fully aware of their beauty, feeling love, and becoming confident—it was something worth being proud of, wasn’t it?
In fact, those male escorts who engage in “pig-butchering” and look down on women would also be despised in the male escort world. At least, Bai Kai held this belief strongly.
In his view, those male escorts acted like players who lacked skills in a game, having to rely on cheats. After winning, they would ridicule others; it was utterly devoid of skill!
“I didn’t expect such a big change to happen on the Gobi over the years! Those guys actually learned to send their tribe members, who exhibit less noticeable urban legend traits, to study in the outside world. They really have guts!”
After listening to Furongluo recount the changes around Yumen Pass over the past twenty years, Bai Kai couldn’t help but exclaim.
“However, I didn’t anticipate that the entrance to Yumen Pass would actually move near Sanlongsha. I remember it was still over by Bailongdui many years ago. That means the several tribes near the Zhanbu Tribe should have declined to different extents as well, right?”
Bailongdui is located in the northeast of Lop Nur, while Sanlongsha is to the west of Yumen Pass, over a hundred kilometers apart.
One crucial factor determining whether these semi-urban legend tribes thrive is whether they can find enough urban legends to breed and procreate with tribe members. Therefore, the rise and fall of the semi-urban legend tribes around Yumen Pass are greatly influenced by the periodic changes in the entrance’s location.
“Who says otherwise?” Furongluo pouted, “Everyone’s life is tough!”
After a pause, as if recalling something, her eyes lit up, and she asked, “Speaking of which, is your second senior brother’s wife really a semi-urban legend? I didn’t expect that kind of person would ever be liked…”
In Furongluo’s impression, Lu Ming was quite a heinous person, entirely the opposite of the previous Bai Kai.
Scattering a semi-urban legend comprised of sand, forcing two semi-urban legends to fall in love by mixing them with water and cement, and wanting to chop off the unique branch-like protrusions on the back of the Zhanbu Tribe to use as firewood—could a psychologically normal person do such things?
Furongluo had read some martial arts novels she gathered from nearby abandoned villages. If she were to compare Lu Ming to a character from martial arts novels, he would be the villain disciple whose misdeeds prompt the sect leader to personally come down the mountain to clean house.
“Indeed, a genuine semi-urban legend.” Bai Kai nodded and, upon saying this, slightly furrowed his brow.
“Which tribe is she from?” Furongluo asked excitedly, her fluffy tail swaying behind her.
Currently, the Zhanbu Tribe was weak, and if they could leverage Bai Kai and Lu Ming’s connection to ally with other tribes, it could improve the Zhanbu Tribe’s situation.
Though Furongluo didn’t like depending on others, as the tribe leader, she still had to think for her people.
“She… should be from the Taotang Tribe?” Bai Kai thought for a moment and replied.
“Taotang Tribe?” Furongluo tilted her head, “I’ve never heard of that tribe!”
Bai Kai, “…” Of course, you haven’t heard of it because it’s not a semi-urban legend tribe around Yumen Pass.
“I don’t know about that; I’ve barely met her a few times.”
“Is that so!” Furongluo sighed with some disappointment before suddenly changing the subject, “I’ve heard that children born to semi-urban legends and spiritual ability users are usually stronger than their parents. Is that true? Is your senior brother’s child strong?”
Xiao Bei… Bai Kai was momentarily taken aback before regaining his composure, smiling at Furongluo, “She’s very strong.”
“That’s great!” Furongluo nodded thoughtfully, “Then our future kids will surely be very strong too, right?”
“Probably…” Bai Kai avoided Furongluo’s intense gaze as he responded and turned to walk out of the cave, “It’s almost time for dinner; I’ll go make you something to eat. Let you taste the skills I’ve learned outside over the years.”
“Sure!” Furongluo replied, smiling as she watched Bai Kai leave the cave. However, when the wooden door closed, she sighed silently.
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When Fang Ji returned to the underground urban legend settlement in Devil City, he entered just in time to see Gu Qiqi beating the tribe chief.
Holding a metal bat in each hand, she was dancing wildly as gusts of wind howled.
The sound of loud crashes echoed as wooden planks, stone fragments, and twisted, deformed metal flew through the air.
She resembled a violent aesthetic deity.
The powerful tribe chief was entirely defenseless against the beating, merely using his tail, wrapped in a hard shell, to protect himself in front, passively defending.
Not far away, several burly tribe warriors were embedded in the wall like mud, utterly motionless as if to refute the saying, “mud cannot support the wall.”
Who said mud can’t support a wall? You can just push the mud right into the wall!
Nothing cannot be solved by sheer strength; if there is, it’s just that the strength isn’t enough!
Seeing this scene, Fang Ji was dumbfounded.
Wasn’t it agreed that she would be a hostage here? Is this how you do it? Do you even know what being a hostage means?
“Calamity, stop!”
Hearing a soft call from behind, Gu Qiqi paused her advance, turned to look back, and seeing Fang Ji, she rolled her eyes but was about to continue her violent actions.
“Wait! Do you still want to save your friend?” Fang Ji quickly said, “You can’t get the specific location of the Yumen Pass entrance from them like this!”
“It doesn’t matter!” Gu Qiqi said fiercely, “I already know!”
“Know?” Fang Ji was slightly taken aback.
“Yeah, I just started hitting him and didn’t even use much strength! He told me everything!” Gu Qiqi said seriously, “Humph, speaking useless things; it’s better just to knock him out!”
Fang Ji, “???”
After using so many tactics to coerce and entice these semi-urban legends, their results were still less than this person’s beating?
Schemes and cunning fall short of extreme violence…
Is this what they call mighty strength making miracles happen?
Fang Ji looked at Gu Qiqi and suddenly felt a little uneasy.
He realized that if it weren’t for the strange power of the Sacred Relic, he might not be Gu Qiqi’s opponent at all.
Neither the true nor false calamity could take her on; it was quite frustrating.
“Uh, may I ask why you’re hitting them?” Fang Ji asked weakly.
“They won’t give me food and won’t tell me where the kitchen is!” Gu Qiqi straightened her back and said righteously.
As soon as she finished speaking, Fang Ji and the tribe chief fell into silence.
Just because of this?
Tribe chief, “…” Why didn’t you say so earlier? You barged in asking, “Where is it? Where exactly is it?!” Who knew you were asking about the kitchen or the entrance to Yumen Pass?
Fang Ji stole a glance at the chief and raised his hand to rub his forehead, silently sighing.
Whatever she wanted to eat, why not just give it to her? Why make such a fuss over it?
