Apocalypse: Grinding EXP through Hunting

Chapter 267: Chapter 232: At Such a Young Age, Exaggerating the Time

’This kid... judging by his aura, he’s only at the Peak of Martial Artist, right?’

’Damn it!’

’What a stud.’

They felt a sense of displeasure and looked toward the Fifth Grade master from the Giant Rock Martial Arts Hall.

Feng San Niang, the top courtesan of the brothel, asked directly, "Shi Taishang, the woman is out. What’s the verdict?"

A sharp glint flashed in Shi Lei’s eyes. "Send her back."

Everyone: ...

Tang Wen: ...

’If I wasn’t the one who’d stolen the thing, I would’ve thought you were all here because you’d lost a woman!’

He was a Fifth Grade master, so Tang Wen could only curse him under his breath.

After Liang Yu had boarded the carriage, Tang Wen emerged again.

Only then did Shi Lei speak. "This woman is at the Peak of Martial Artist. Judging by her state just now, a Martial Artist’s constitution, and my own experience, Seventh Young Master Tang was not lying. It would be impossible to achieve such results in under three hours."

Everyone, including Tang Wen and Feng San Niang, was stunned.

It took them a full half-minute to realize what he meant.

’This guy... "my own experience," he says! That’s just a roundabout way of bragging that he’s as virile as Tang Wen and can go for three hours!’

’Tch. Fucking shameless.’

Shui Qianjun cursed aloud, "You old coot, are you going to say whether you suspect my disciple or not?"

Shi Lei looked at the Red Hummingbird. "The Red Bee King was just tired. It simply landed to rest."

Everyone: ...

CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.

Many people clenched their fists involuntarily.

’If we weren’t sure we’d lose, we’d beat you to a pulp right now.’

Tang Wen let out a quiet sigh of relief and looked at Shui Qianjun. ’Hm? Why did a look of regret just flash across Master’s face?’

’I must have been mistaken.’

"Come back!" Shi Lei, seemingly very pleased with the crowd’s reaction, stretched out his hand toward the Red Hummingbird.

He wasn’t targeting anyone in particular. Aside from Shui Qianjun, he feared no one present.

He’d even take them all on at once.

A Sixth Grade couldn’t even break through his defenses.

And as the dignified Gang Leader, Shui Qianjun would never resort to fighting over something so trivial.

Tang Wen couldn’t stand his showboating.

’On the Black Water Gang’s turf, I can’t allow someone this arrogant to exist!’

He also looked at the "Red Bee King" and cast a Calming Technique on it.

The Red Hummingbird, which had been about to take flight, let out a "CHIRP CHIRP." With a WHOOSH, it changed direction and landed on Tang Wen’s outstretched, slender finger.

"This little guy is so light."

Tang Wen observed the Red Hummingbird, which he presumed was at the Extraordinary Level.

In his heart, he grew even more expectant for the cage of small hummingbirds he’d captured—the ones that were eighty percent mature and currently undergoing their transformation.

He was looking down at the Red Hummingbird and didn’t notice.

Shi Lei’s expression was a complex mixture of shock, dejection, and utter disbelief. ’How could this be?’

He was as horrified as Wu Dalang coming home to find Wu Erlang and Jinlian "playing games."

The Red Bee King was incredibly proud and never got close to anyone.

’How could it be so affectionate with this kid?’

Shi Lei felt a sour twist in his gut.

It was like watching the goddess he’d been simping over for four or five years go off to a hotel to "catch up" with some guy she’d just met an hour ago.

Who could possibly understand this feeling?

Tang Wen cast another Calming Technique, and the Red Bee King began to nuzzle his fingers and arm.

Shi Lei’s gaze trembled. ’Fine, the goddess went to "catch up," but now she’s showing off even more positions.’

’And she’s the one initiating it!’

"You... you... you..."

He wanted to scold the Red Bee King and order it back.

But he didn’t dare to raise his voice, afraid of startling it and making it hate him.

The top courtesan of the brothel, Feng San Niang, chuckled with schadenfreude.

Tang Wen looked at the tall and burly Shi Lei. "Senior, that apologetic look on your face must mean you’re sorry for disturbing me. Coincidentally, this bird and I share a bond of fate, so why don’t you just give it to me? Thanks so much! Quick, Xiaohong, let’s thank this big uncle together."

He spoke extremely quickly, giving the other man no chance to react.

An opportunity to get something for free was not to be missed.

As a Beast Taming Expert, he knew that even if he used up all the Purple Pearl Flower Honey he had stolen, he might not be able to raise a single Extraordinary Hummingbird.

"Hah! You sly brat, dream on! The Red Bee King is the greatest treasure of our Martial Arts Hall."

"You’re so stingy, Senior. How about I go catch an Extraordinary Demon Beast and trade you for it?"

After less than half a minute of contact with the Red Bee King, Tang Wen had already discovered how special it was.

He wanted to keep it and study it for a while.

"Kid, forget it. Red Bee, come back!"

That sentence was imbued with a Sound Technique. The Red Hummingbird no longer lingered, flying back to Shi Lei’s hand.

Tang Wen thought for a moment before adding, "Senior, I’m skilled in Beast Taming. How about you give me a few hummingbirds, and I’ll just evolve a couple myself to play with."

"What a boast. If the Red Bee King were that easy to cultivate, we..."

Before he could finish, everyone, including Shi Lei, heard a loud BANG.

A firework exploded in the sky,

its pattern forming the image of a shattering boulder.

"They found them! They’re nearby!"

Shi Lei was both surprised and overjoyed.

The yield of Purple Honey was extremely low; it had to be recovered.

"Everyone, I’ll be going on ahead!"

Shi Lei’s figure vanished.

The others shot a glance at Tang Wen before hurrying after him.

Gang Leader Shui’s expression was grim. He couldn’t afford to pay Tang Wen any mind and immediately followed.

Because the incident had occurred very close to the Black Water Gang Headquarters.

It was in the direction of Zhao Zhe’s mansion.

In the blink of an eye,

only one person remained in front of Tang Wen.

A woman with a pair of hanging melons.

"Senior, is there something else you need?"

She was a Sixth Grade master. Tang Wen didn’t dare to stare, so his gaze drifted slightly downward, landing on her dainty feet.

"Don’t call me Senior. You’ll make a girl feel old," she said, her voice naturally taking on a cutesy, coquettish tone.

’What a siren. That voice is dangerously seductive.’

A single sentence from her was almost enough to get a rise out of him.

Tang Wen silently repented, ’I’m sorry, Big Sis. I’m sorry, Sister Bing. I’m sorry, Senior Sister.’

’She’s a Sixth Grade master. A weakling like me has no choice but to call her Big Sister, right?’

"How should I address you, Big Sister?"

he called out in a clear voice, his eyes roaming over her body.

Feng San Niang’s heart skipped a beat, and a mist seemed to cloud her naturally bewitching peach-blossom eyes.

"Feng San Niang."

"So you’re the number one Courtesan of Ganshan City! Your reputation is truly well-deserved."