"Moo!"
"Bull, how's it going? Caught a big Black Bull!"
"Moo moo~~"
The man and the bull suddenly burst into laughter, their eyes filled with pure joy.
However, from that day on, Black Bull never trusted Chen Xun's fishing skills again, preferring to cast nets with Little Chi.
Before long, they were whispering by the shore, holding a few small booklets, as if they had endless things to discuss.
In the distance, a chubby figure in a Daoist robe appeared on the horizon.
At the moment when the mana fluctuations spread across the sky, Chen Xun and Black Bull's gentle gazes instantly turned sharp, looking over.
But it was just Song Heng, so the expressions of the man and the bull returned to calm.
Song Heng felt a shiver run through his body, an inexplicable chill that quickly faded, as if he had experienced a momentary illusion.
He landed on the shore, cupping his hands with a fawning smile, "Greetings to the factory owner and Senior Black Bull."
"Fatty, it's you."
"Moo~"
Chen Xun and Black Bull smiled, with the latter stepping back half a step, leaving such matters to Chen Xun to handle.
Song Heng's small eyes sparkled, his robe dirtier and more disheveled than before, looking quite sloppy. He rubbed his hands together, not holding his 'Family heirloom' Treasure-Seeking Compass.
It was unclear if he had forgotten it or was afraid that the person in front might snatch his treasure.
Song Heng cautiously stepped forward two steps, glancing around slyly, and whispered mysteriously, "Factory owner, over the past century, many fragments of the Thousand Mechanism Spirit Seal have been collected and can be refined again."
Hearing this, Chen Xun's expression turned calm. These two items had been personally handled by him, decomposed once every hundred years; otherwise, the content in the fragments would be too sparse, wasting time and effort.
"Fatty, your abilities are indeed impressive," Chen Xun said with a faint smile, full of meaning, "Even I can't precisely locate or sense this thing."
"Moo~" Black Bull chimed in from behind, acknowledging that this fatty had some significant secrets and origins, yet he had indeed helped them a lot.
"Factory owner, I am loyal to you, as my ancestors can attest!" Song Heng exclaimed, his fat trembling, unable to be concealed by his robe, "This is the only use I have."
"No worries, I will fulfill my promise to you, and you wouldn't seek us out without reason."
Chen Xun waved his hand, one hand behind his back, smiling, "We do indeed need a few capable assistants, and I have high hopes for you."
The amount of ten thousand top-grade spirit stones was naturally not accumulated over these few centuries.
He still had at least thirty thousand top-grade spirit stones left, and now he was merely testing the waters to see if Shi Jianbai was reliable.
Song Heng's small eyes flickered, filled with depth, as if he had been completely seen through.
A hundred years might not be enough to see through someone, but five hundred years would be sufficient.
He couldn't help but harbor a grudge, surely that Rengar had exposed a lot of his secrets, yes, it was all its fault!
"Factory owner... it's not that important, for my race, this is one of our destinies, it can be completed or not."
Song Heng spoke slowly, his expression slightly struggling, "With such vast resources, reaching the Unity stage in cultivation is certainly not a problem."
This matter was a secret between the two, and those people from the Online Store had no idea what finding those Fragmented Spirit Seals was for, all mixed with the search for the Great Desolate Black God Crystal.
Chen Xun suddenly stepped forward, towering over Song Heng, patting the dirt off the latter's body, "Fatty, time reveals a person's heart. Since you choose to follow me as your race's destiny, why not give it a try?"
Song Heng looked up in shock, feeling somewhat flattered.
The factory owner's demeanor was too unique, always seeming so calm, detached from the world, yet hiding an unparalleled confidence.
He instinctively replied, "Yes..."
"I heard you've been getting close to Little Chi, and there's a young man named Gu Lisheng."
Chen Xun shifted the topic, his gaze deep, "Bring him to see me tomorrow, I want to meet him."
Song Heng's body shook, suddenly a bit excited, "Senior, even you've heard about that Lisheng rascal's antics of farting everywhere?!"
"Huh?"
"Moo?"
Chen Xun and Black Bull were taken aback, farting everywhere?
Seeing their expressions, Song Heng became even more animated.
He eagerly embellished stories about Gu Lisheng's various deeds, deliberately leaving out anything about Little Chi, as anyone with some sense of human nature would.
"Lisheng, my dear brother, let Master Dao's wrath towards Rengar be temporarily transferred to you."
Song Heng sneered inwardly, continuously recounting to Chen Xun and Black Bull.
How Gu Lisheng's boasting filled the skies over Trash Island, how his farts were worse than the trash, and how he farted at everyone he met.
"Hahaha..." Chen Xun laughed heartily, indeed a friend of Little Chi, each one more of a weirdo than the last, birds of a feather flock together.
Black Bull's eyes fell into contemplation, remembering its own thunderous farts were quite formidable.
Back in the peak battle at Wang Family Village, one fart had sealed the gods, blocking a hundred heroes, giving the eldest brother the upper hand!
It suddenly chuckled foolishly, then fell silent, a flicker of melancholy in its eyes, not uttering another word.
Chen Xun glanced slightly at Black Bull, while Song Heng continued his animated storytelling.
As he spoke, he suddenly sensed something was off, the surrounding energy... was very off.
He was shocked, suddenly looking at Chen Xun, whose forehead was now flashing with magical patterns, a sense of dread continuously surging!
"Factory... factory owner..."
"You go ahead, bring him tomorrow."
"Yes!"
Song Heng cupped his hands, trembling, his head never lifting again, quickly leaving as if fleeing, not daring to even turn around.
In that instant, he seemed to glimpse a fleeting darkness akin to death.
...
At this time, outside the thatched hut next to the garbage recycling plant.
Qing Li and Qing Wan stood respectfully in front of Little Crane, as Manager Mo was currently in closed-door cultivation, leaving all matters, big and small, to them.
However, their peripheral vision kept glancing at the ground, which seemed special, feeling a significant change every time they came.
The ground faintly revealed a few formation veins running through it, even emitting a cold light, and there was more than one formation here...
Now that they had reached the Nascent Soul stage, they could manipulate a trace of the world's energy.
Naturally, they could understand some things more clearly, not just the ground, even the thatched hut seemed to be composed of formations!
Little Crane was flipping through some things, while Qing Li and Qing Wan exchanged a silent glance, a drop of cold sweat trickling down their foreheads.
Each formation here was cleverly arranged, interconnected, and intricately layered...
Especially inside the thatched hut, they always felt something that made their hair stand on end, not daring to extend their divine sense, as if it was the body's final warning.
Such craftsmanship could only belong to the formation master of Trash Island, Senior Black Bull!
