Chapter 118: Enemies meet on a narrow road, and they're up to no good!

Subjected to licentious might, Xiao Yin could only, against his conscience, tell the two children the direction where Ye Qingran was.

The two children were delighted; just thinking they would soon see their mother made them very happy.

The two children dashed off in the direction indicated by the Profound Moon Silver Wolf.

Although they are only five years old, the two, having inherited their parents' formidable bloodline, possess extraordinary talent—able to be called the ceiling of talent among the continent's tens of millions of cultivators—and their strength is naturally not to be underestimated.

Huh?

Upon arriving outside a valley, the two keenly heard voices; they had not intended to pay attention, but the key was that the voices spoke the three words "Ye Qingran".

Mo Xiaohu and Fu Qianchen both stopped in their tracks.

Just a glance exchanged, the two tacitly moved closer to the valley.

The voices grew increasingly clear…

"Ye Qingran is bringing two good-for-nothings; she probably can't hunt any spirit beasts, right?"

"What two good-for-nothings? I think there are three good-for-nothings! Even though Ye Qingran's archery is top-notch, she ultimately has no spiritual root, so what achievements could she ever have?"

"At tomorrow's gathering to evaluate scores, I will definitely humiliate that lowly Ye Qingran!"

…

The more they listened, the darker the two's faces became, and the small hands at their sides clenched into fists.

Opening their mouths they call others waste, closing their mouths they call others lowly; are these people's mouths only for eating feces?

They quietly climbed over a boulder, and then they saw the culprits who had been speaking ill of their mother behind her back.

"It's them!"

In the valley, sitting on the ground resting, were Ye Huanhuan, Mu Qingrou, Dongfang Xuan, and Qu Jiang, surprisingly.

Mo Xiaohu and Fu Qianchen naturally knew Ye Huanhuan and the others, but they did not know Qu Jiang. However, this person has shifty eyes and speaks so unpleasantly; he is certainly no good person!

"Great, it's them again!"

"How dare you insult the beautiful mother; I'll give you a beating!"

Mo Xiaohu's forehead veins bulged, and the angry flames burned fiercely on his handsome little face.

Fu Qianchen gritted his teeth, his eyes red with rage.

"Sure enough, ugly people cause trouble!" Xiao Huihui said angrily, wings akimbo.

Insulting the little master's mother is equivalent to insulting Xiao Huihui's mother!

"Let me go beat them!"

Mo Xiaohu could bear it no longer, making a move to go out and seek justice for the beautiful mother, but Fu Qianchen grabbed him.

"Wait a moment; if you just go out and beat them up, won't you expose yourself? Then these soft-bullying, hard-fearing people certainly wouldn't dare trouble Father Lord, and would instead scheme to make things difficult for Piao Liang Niangqin. Although Piao Liang Niangqin isn't afraid of them, she fears trouble! We'd better not cause trouble for Piao Liang Niangqin."

"That's right." Mo Xiaohu wholeheartedly agreed with Fu Qianchen's words.

"Do you have any good ideas?"

Fu Qianchen looked around, then halted at a certain spot, his eyes lighting up.

…

This valley is rather narrow, but because there is little vegetation above, the lighting is good. Ye Huanhuan and company happened to be passing by, so they stopped to rest.

They had just been discussing Ye Qingran's matter, the atmosphere intense, when a small figure rushed over.

Everyone's alarm bells rang at once, thinking a spirit beast was launching a sneak attack.

Upon closer look, it turned out to be a ragged wild child.

"Brothers and sisters, have you seen my younger brother?"

After disguising himself, Fu Qianchen's face was covered in grime, obscuring the resemblance he bore to the National Master, leaving nothing commendable about it.

While Ye Huanhuan and the others breathed a sigh of relief, their downward glances at Fu Qianchen were filled with disdain and contempt.

"Where did this wild child come from? Filthy as hell! He still reeks!"

Mu Qingrou covered her nose, furrowed her brows.

Ye Huanhuan also stepped back a few paces; although her movement wasn't as exaggerated as Mu Qingrou's, her loathing was plain to see.

Seeing the two ladies' reaction, Qu Jiang immediately stepped forward, lifting his leg to kick Fu Qianchen, but he nimbly dodged.

A glint of cold light flickered in the depths of Fu Qianchen's lowered eyes.

Seeing his kick dodged, to avoid embarrassment Qu Jiang didn't lash out, but instead put on a stern face and asked, 'Where do you wild child come from? Sensible, get lost from this young master, hear me?'

"I am a child from a hunter's family in a nearby village; I and my younger brother got separated! My brother is still little—could he be eaten by wild beasts?"

Fu Qianchen's tone was worried.

Several people believed it to be true.

Qu Jiang, however, disagreed: 'You lowly commoners, if you die, you die; your brother surely was eaten by wild beasts, maybe not even leaving bones. You too will soon be eaten by wild beasts! Someone of your lowly birth deserves to die; in your next life, remember to open your eyes when you reincarnate.'

The other three, hearing Qu Jiang's words, kept their expressions normal, as if they inwardly agreed with him.

Seeing Fu Qianchen still standing there, chin raised, looking at them, his body dirty and ragged.

Dongfang Xuan felt his eyes were polluted, and immediately shouted: 'What are you still doing here? Get lost!'

Ye Huanhuan, needing to maintain her dignified and proper persona before outsiders, did not say anything unpleasant. Nor did she speak up to help Fu Qianchen.

Moreover, she simply averted her gaze; even glancing at Fu Qianchen a second time felt dirty to her.

Fu Qianchen's face inevitably sank.

Even though he is the young lord of Xi Ji Zhu Lu Zhi Dian, his status exalted, far surpassing those before him by who knows how many times, yet being young, he has never looked down on anyone.

His father had educated him since childhood: everyone has their own shining point; do not look down on anyone.

His mother told him: people have no nobility or baseness; things have no preciousness or worthlessness.

Even this five-year-old Fu Qianchen understands this principle, yet Ye Huanhuan and other youths in their teens or twenties know nothing of it.

"Brothers and sisters, can you hug me?" You aren't disgusted by my dirt, wanting to keep far away from me, are you?

I won't do as you wish!

Ye Huahuan and a few others wondered if they had misheard.

What noble status do they have? They're spotless themselves—how could they possibly hold a filthy wild child?

"Get lost, you piece of trash!" Mu Qingrou lashed out.

However, before Ye Huahuan and the others could react, Fu Qianchen rubbed himself against them without a word.

First was Ye Huahuan, then Mu Qingrou…

In short, Fu Qianchen rubbed all the mud he had smeared on himself onto them.

The few were both shocked and angry, lashing out, killing intent flashing— they actually harbored murderous intent!

But Fu Qianchen, as agile as a loach, even though the few exerted all their strength, couldn't even touch the hem of his robe!

Not long after, the few were all filthy, looking like beggars in disarray.

"Younger brother~"

At that moment, a loud shout came from outside the valley.

Fu Qianchen: "..."

"This little fox demon, can't he just give in and call him 'big brother'?"

This makes him lose face!

"Younger brother, I'm here!"

Fu Qianchen would absolutely not call the little fox demon 'big brother'.

"Younger brother, save me!"

Another figure came running from outside the valley; Ye Huahuan and the others looked closely and saw, besides a child in equally ragged clothes, a swarm of... poisonous wasps the size of pigeons!

"It's the Blood Queen!"

Ye Huahuan screamed, her voice even cracking, utterly losing her usual elegance.

"Ahhh, don't come near!"

Mu Qingrou shouted loudly, her face turning pale with fright.

But seeing the swarm of Blood Queens, thick as a locust plague.

The Blood Queen is a supremely toxic hornet; a single sting, while not fatal, will absolutely cause excruciating pain! Moreover, it leaves a scar!

If stung many times, the whole body will rot and die!

The few all had their pupils constricted, as if they had seen a ghost.

How would the little fox demon pay them any heed?

He had painstakingly lured this nest of Blood Queens, and of course he would send them to those few who had insulted his beautiful mother.

Thus, the little fox demon sped up, sprinting wildly, and soon arrived before them.