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"Er Zhuzi, you all retreat first! I'll draw this beast away."
"Erniu! No, you are the strongest in our village. If something happens to you, what will we do? I'll draw it away; you take everyone else and escape."
"You know I'm the strongest here. If I can't draw it away, can you? In the end, we all die. Stop talking; I'm the captain. Follow my orders and retreat first while I distract it." With that, Erniu pushed the people beside him aside and took the opportunity to charge at the pursuing Demon Beast. However, he had no intention of fighting it head-on; he struck a few blows with his weapon and then turned to run. The Demon Beast seemed enraged by Erniu's attack and chased after him.
Erniu led the Demon Beast straight toward Mo Wen. Erniu was only at the Early Stage of Speed Realm, while the Demon Beast behind him had reached the Late Stage of Speed Realm, just a step away from entering Qi Binding Realm. If this continued, Erniu's fate was sealed. Suddenly, as he desperately ran ahead, Erniu stopped. He sensed that the Demon Beast that had been chasing him had gone silent. Turning back, he was startled to see the once-persistent Demon Beast lying on the ground with a knife embedded in its forehead. At that moment, a young man in gray attire walked up to the Demon Beast and pulled out the knife. Mo Wen had finally made his move. Among this team, Erniu was the strongest and posed no threat to him. Moreover, this group didn't seem like an adventurous team but rather like villagers who were willing to risk their lives to distract the Demon Beast for their companions. This pure sentiment was why Mo Wen intervened; he also needed to gather information about the outside world from these people, as what Old Lu had told him and what Zi Lan had shared were not very specific.
"Thank you for saving me, Xiaoxia," Erniu said, cupping his hands in salute while keeping a high level of vigilance. After all, someone had saved him, and he couldn't neglect basic courtesy.
"There’s no need for such formality, brother," Mo Wen replied with a bow of his own, sizing up the burly man before him. Erniu was indeed strong as an ox, dressed in simple gray and white clothing that made him look around thirty years old. However, Mo Wen knew that once a martial artist broke through to the Transcendence Stage, their appearance changed very slowly; after breaking into higher realms, they would hardly change at all and might even regain youthful looks. Therefore, judging a Cultivator's age based on appearance could lead to significant errors. Meanwhile, Erniu remained highly alert, seemingly worried that Mo Wen might suddenly attack him. But in this forest, maintaining such vigilance upon encountering another person was indeed a wise choice.
"There’s no need for such caution; I mean you no harm. I just happened to pass by and witnessed your willingness to risk your life for your teammates; I was moved by your loyalty."
"I apologize for my rudeness; please don’t take offense, Xiaoxia."
"It’s only human nature. Call your people to deal with this Demon Beast; once it’s taken care of, leave quickly." With that, Mo Wen turned to leave.
"Xiaoxia, wait! No effort should go unrewarded. This Demon Beast was slain by you; it rightfully belongs to you. We cannot simply enjoy the fruits of your labor."
"You’re too kind; this beast is merely a meal for me but could be a significant gain for you and your team."
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