Chapter 302 — Truly Shabby
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
Shen Mu refined another batch, and Fu Yuchun again made him eat one first — this white bat was far more cautious than his younger brother Fu Yuqiu.
Shen Mu did as he was told and swallowed a pill; only then did the two bats eat, and their injuries mended a few degrees further. Just then, several great shamans tracked them there and, without a word, came straight on to kill.
The two white bats were still badly hurt, their external wounds not yet healed. Shen Mu pointed a finger and thrust out a sword; the Carefree Sword flew at the shamans.
Seeing their advantage, the shamans burst out laughing. "So the Dark Demon Cult's Cult Master Shen is a pauper indeed — at the Six Harmonies realm and still only a single primordial spirit sword! Good, let us brothers win ourselves a great merit! " Before the words had died, behind Shen Mu rose a blinding white rain of swords — eight thousand blades leaping skyward from the Taotie Pouch, then wheeling and plunging down, and with a single shriek they drowned those great shamans.
Shen Mu crooked his index finger upward; the Carefree Sword flew back into its sheath, and the other seven thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine swords flew swiftly back into the Taotie Pouch as well. And where the blades had filled the earth, no whole corpse remained in sight.
The two white bats stared, eyes wide, speechless.
That the soldiers of the Man-Di kingdom drove their blade-pills, countless curved sabers cleaving the air at their foes, was a splendid thing to see — but this Ox-Head physician was an army of a hundred men all by himself: thousands of swords flying over at once, and each of those shamans struck by swords beyond counting, dying wronged beyond measure. "Those shamans found us here; the Witch King will likely find us soon. We must not linger!
" Shen Mu's eyes flickered. To the two white bats he said, "Fellow Daoists, let us press on at once. " The two white bats followed him.
They exchanged a glance, and Fu Yuqiu said with a smile, "Those men just now called you the Dark Demon Cult's Cult Master Shen? " Shen Mu sat on the dragon qilin's back, still refining spirit pills, and answered carelessly, "That's right. Though we call ourselves the Heavenly Sage Cult.
" Fu Yuqiu said, "We once met people who called themselves the Heavenly Sage Cult, and they came into this place as well; another bunch, all glittering gold, called them the Heavenly Sage Cult. You are a human cult master — surely you are not of the Yinghuo clan?
" Shen Mu dismissed the Yinghuo Star Lord form and returned to his true appearance.
"That's right.
I was human to begin with; I merely used the Heavenly Sage Cult's deified state to take the Yinghuo form. " The two white bats drooled mightily, their minds as one: "Once our wounds heal, let us eat him! " "Roast him rare! " .
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Shen Mu finished refining the spirit pills, but did not give them to the two white bats; he swallowed them himself, and afterwards did not hand over the two remaining pills either. Fu Yuchun asked doubtfully, "Cult Master Shen, why do you not give us the pills?
" Shen Mu smiled. "This batch was for my own antidote.
No need to give it to you two. " "Antidote? " Fu Yuchun shuddered and stammered, "For.
. . for what poison?
" Shen Mu said, as though it were the most natural thing in the world, "Why, the poison of those two batches of spirit pills you just took, of course.
" The faces of the two white bats went black.
They were about to lunge at him when their souls suddenly went numb, their bodies convulsing with pain, and with two thuds they collapsed to the ground, twitching violently.
The dragon qilin snickered, heh heh heh: "Two silly birds, daring to eat the cult master's pills. Truly they do not know death when they see it. " Enraged, the two white bats, lying on the ground, said in one voice, "Fat bastard, you are the silly bird!
" "Dragon Fat, not everything with wings is a bird.
They are not birds.