Chapter 111 - Displeasure of Little Fatty
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Weapon Peak.
Little fatty arrived at the entrance of Su Zimo’s cave abode.
The door of the entrance was destroyed by little crane and Su Zimo had not fixed it. Looking inside, little fatty caught sight of a green robed man in deep sleep on the stone bed with a ferocious spirit tiger guarding at the side.
A twinkle appeared in little fatty’s eyes as he cast his flying sword aside and rushed in.
When the spirit tiger saw little fatty, it growled softly but did not show any animosity.
It naturally knew that little fatty was Su Zimo’s friend.
If anyone else had barged in as such, the spirit tiger would have rushed in front of Su Zimo to block.
“Bro, that’s not a nice thing to say.”
Little fatty kept his smile and his expression was unprecedentedly serious. “Perhaps that mysterious disciple might not be your match in terms of weapon refinement. But bro, you should not underestimate him like that!”
“What do you mean what’s the big deal about challenging the pagoda? Do you know what it implies for someone to be able to clear Level 10 of the Ten Formations Pagoda?”
Su Zimo asked automatically, “What?”
Little fatty was stunned at Su Zimo’s question. After holding it for a long time, his face flushed and he could not give a reply either.
Naturally, little fatty was not really angry. It was just a moment of indignance for that mysterious challenger.
Su Zimo looked at little fatty’s embarrassed face and could not help but smile. “Actually, I’m that mysterious disciple…”
“Bro, stop messing around,” Little fatty waved his hand to interrupt him.
Su Zimo: “… ”
Little fatty said in a deep voice, “Bro, you have to understand that through the generations of trial disciples in the history of the sect, there have been many geniuses. However, the best among them have only cleared Level 6!”
“Look at that Feng Haoyu. He may seem impressive now, but it’s not like there hasn’t been another genius with a wind spirit root in the sect. He’s just one of them. However, this mysterious disciple that cleared Level 10? He’s the first person through the thousands of years of history of our sect!”
Su Zimo could only nod his head in agreement.
“Think about it, bro. Wasn’t it incredible when you got through the Eight Distresses Formation and destroyed the spirit testing gate? Just like you, the accomplishment of this mystery disciple is unprecedented!”
With a stoic face, little fatty said earnestly, “Bro, you’ve got to be humble. Humility is important. You can’t look down on others casually. That won’t’ do.”
“Alright, I got it. I’ll check it out when I’ve got time.”
Su Zimo was sweating profusely for this conversation. When he saw that little fatty had no intention of stopping, he changed the topic. “It’s been a long time since I’ve cultivated. I’ve got to seize the opportunity to raise my cultivation.”
Little fatty scanned Su Zimo with the Spirit Peering Art.
He was still at Level 6 Qi Condensation?
Bitterly, little fatty said, “Bro, look at you. You were already at Level 6 Qi Condensation three months ago but you haven’t progressed at all. How are you going to fight Feng Haoyu?”
“Bro, even if you know you can’t win him, you’ve got to pick yourself up and not give up! The path of cultivation is like going against the waters. If you don’t advance, you get pushed back. You’ve wasted three months just like that! What should I say about you? Sigh!”
Su Zimo: “… “