Chapter 1713: with translation of chapter title

This sudden filth pouring from the sky caught several Huánggōng disciples off guard.

The foul stench that followed made everyone nauseous to the extreme, and they angrily shouted curses.

Originally, early in the morning, several people were happily planning to go to the Dao Yi Holy City.

Since coming to Haotu Shijie, the prosperity of Dao Yi Holy City has truly opened the eyes of everyone in Huánggōng, from top to bottom.

Not to mention these disciples, even the Emperor Sovereign elders and grand stewards of Huánggōng are reluctant to leave Dao Yi Holy City.

There are truly many varieties in Dao Yi Holy City, and many of them are things they have never seen before.

Don't look at them as Huánggōng disciples; in daily life they each live a very hard and austere existence.

Besides Xiūliàn, it seems the only thing left is a few Shī xiōng gathering together to drink and chat.

After suffering for so many years, what's wrong with enjoying themselves a bit now?

But who could have imagined that, before even leaving Dao Yi Shengdi, they would be drenched from head to toe by this filth pouring from the sky—who could understand this feeling?

Unfortunately, the disciples' angry shouts got no response, and before they could even wipe off the filth, one of their faces suddenly changed.

They didn't even have time to mind the filth all over them or the stench, and exclaimed in shock.

"My Línglì................"

That disciple felt that his Línglì had suddenly vanished; he tried to mobilize it, but there was no response at all.

Following that disciple's cry, the others also turned pale, feeling that their own Línglì had disappeared as well.

"This feces is poisoned................"

Someone realized it, eyes filled with both fear and anger, cursing, "Which bastard did this?"

Using such a despicable, nauseating method is bad enough, but to actually put poison in the feces—what kind of degenerate idea is this?

No one expected that, aside from being drenched in filth, the filth itself actually contained poison.

Now the disciples can't even circulate their Línglì, each unable to cast even a cleansing spell.

Watching the Huánggōng disciples cursing nonstop, Xu Jie, hiding in the shadows, sneered.

"Release the dung beetles."

Hearing this, the more than ten Shī xiōng beside him, though their faces looked strange, each took out a cloth bag.

This bag is not a Hundred-Naught bag, nor a Space Ring, but a magical treasure from Yuzhu Feng specially used to carry spirit beasts on one's person.

This item isn't particularly high-grade; its price mainly depends on the size of its space, and the ones they hold are the smallest grade, so they aren't worth much.

As the bag opening was opened, one could see blackish dung beetles each over a person tall buzzing out.

At first they hovered in the air, but then, as if attracted by something, they all flew off in the same direction.

These black dung beetles are a kind of spirit beast, though their combat strength is weak.

They have a unique habit: they naturally love filth and live in filthy places.

For example, places like latrines are exactly where dung beetles like to be, and they especially like to collect filth.

Dozens of dung beetles surged upward in a dense swarm, while the Huánggōng disciples were still shouting in shock; suddenly they heard a buzzing, the sound of wings flapping.

Looking closely, they saw dozens of blackish dung beetles flying straight toward them.

At first, the disciples didn't realize the problem, but suddenly one cried out in alarm.

"Oh no, these dung beetles are coming for us."

"Damned beast."

The Huánggōng disciples naturally also knew the dung beetles' unique habit; now that everyone is covered in filth, they naturally became the beetles' favorite thing.

Watching the dung beetles draw nearer, the disciples' eyes turned red—"Are these dung beetles coming for us?"

They immediately wanted to strike and kill them; with their cultivation, slaughtering these dung beetles would be a trivial matter.

However, they forgot an extremely important point: the feces had been poisoned, so now they cannot mobilize even a trace of Línglì.

Just as they were about to act, they suddenly realized this problem, and the Huánggōng disciples' faces darkened.

But before they could react, the dozens of dung beetles each over a person tall had already lunged straight at them.

Facing the dung beetles' attack, the Huánggōng disciples cried out in shock.

"Beast, you dare............."

"Vile beast, how dare you bully me?"

"Beast, I will surely kill you."

However, no matter how the Huánggōng disciples threatened and cursed, the dung beetles seemed completely indifferent.

After all, dung beetles are low-level spirit beasts with little intelligence; they basically act on instinct and cannot understand human speech.

Under the Huánggōng disciples' curses, the dung beetles greedily lunged at them one by one.

Each beetle clung tightly to the disciples, and since the disciples could not mobilize their Línglì, they could not break free from the beetles' hold.

"Don't touch me."

"I'll kill you."

They only felt a wave of nausea, but the real show was still to come.

In the next moment, the dung beetles suddenly raised their front legs and kicked hard with their hind legs, instantly unbalancing the Huánggōng disciples and knocking them to the ground.

Then, like pushing a ball, the dung beetles shoved the disciples away into the distance.

This is the dung beetles' unique method: to facilitate collecting filth along the way, they roll the filth into a ball bit by bit, making collection easier.

But now, mixed in with the filth, there is an extra person.

This person still had little ability to resist, and before they could go far, the Huánggōng disciples were tightly wrapped in the filth, forming a ball with only their heads barely exposed.

Being pushed all the way by the dung beetles, the Huánggōng disciples' anger had already erupted like a volcano.

Each one shouted humiliating angry curses.

"Beast, stop."

Vile beast, I swear to heaven, I will surely kill you.

As long as I live, I will exterminate all the earth-rolling worms of Zhu Tian Wan Jie.

I, Zhang Mou, hate earth-rolling worms the most.

Humiliation, several Huánggōng disciples felt only endless humiliation, their bodies covered with filthy substances, and the filthy substances also formed a sphere, being pushed by the earth-rolling worms.

They were trapped inside that sphere; the feeling was indescribable, and they even had the urge to die.

Damn beast, damn it, there has never been a moment when these few Huánggōng disciples would hate a creature so much.

Earth-rolling worms, heaven and earth cannot tolerate them.

Unfortunately, no matter how they scold, these earth-rolling worms show no reaction, because they simply cannot understand.