Chapter 129 A Ball of Dung

Lin Yujin pinched the long twig and poked the dung ball that had rolled to her feet. She was so moved that she almost cried. "As expected of Zhongzhou, even a dung beetle has a higher cultivation level than me."

Those below the Nascent Soul stage: "..." There's really no need to say hurtful things.

They have eyes; they can see for themselves.

certainly.

Looking at the dung beetle in front of them, whose cultivation level was higher than their own, they felt... it was indeed a bit unbearable to look at.

"Don't play with poop, or you'll anger them and they'll make you eat poop." Bai Ziye slapped Lin Yujin on the head.

Although most of these dung beetles were not highly skilled, with the two leaders being around the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, their sheer number already constituted a small-scale beast tide.

The strange beasts in Zhongzhou are all mutated species, and their attack power and attributes are uncertain.

If a fight really breaks out, the main problem will be... disgusting.

Faced with such a surreal scene, the Southern Border team could only stand there dumbfounded and saddened, praying that these dung beetles would quickly push their dung balls away from them and into the distance.

Clearly, their fervent hopes were destined to be dashed.

The dung beetle, the size of a fist, whose beloved dung ball had been poked, stopped without realizing it.

It stared blankly at the hole that had suddenly been poked in the dung ball, and its wing trembled instantly.

Looking further down the tree branch at the culprit, one could hear a violent rubbing sound coming from its feet.

immediately……

To everyone's astonishment... he angrily threw down the dung ball and charged straight at Lin Yujin's calf.

Even with spiritual power protecting her, Lin Yujin was caught off guard and fell to the ground with a thud when bumped into by a dung beetle.

He braced himself on the ground with his hands, his eyes still showing the bewilderment of being knocked down by a dung beetle, and sincerely asked his friends, "Huh? Why doesn't it hurt?"

Su Qingliu couldn't bear to look, "Because you were sitting there..."

He couldn't pronounce that word.

A thoughtful friend gestured with both hands to describe it to him, "On a big, round, smelly... dung ball."

He Weiyu added earnestly, "However, it's already flattened by you sitting on it."

Lin Yujin: "..."

A scream suddenly erupted.

"I am not guilty enough to deserve this!"

The dung beetle, having vented its anger and preparing to continue pushing its beloved dung ball forward, suddenly braked and stopped in its tracks.

It watched helplessly as its painstakingly crafted, perfectly round ball of dung was mercilessly sat on by a gigantic buttock that fell from the sky, leaving its two outstretched forelimbs suspended in mid-air.

It stood there blankly for a while, its front legs trembling, and glanced at Lin Yujin's buttocks in disbelief.

Upon closer inspection of that fragile and pitiful patch, under the deeply sympathetic gaze of Jiang Xianwan and the others, a piercing buzzing sound suddenly erupted, a sound that would break the heart and bring tears to the eyes of anyone who heard it, a sound of helplessness and sorrow.

As soon as it made that sound, the male dung beetle next to it, which had some horns on its head, also made an angry sound, and the rest of the dung beetle army, which was struggling to roll their dung balls, immediately stopped on alert.

He was furious.

Someone stole their queen's poop!

This is intolerable!

The moment the dung beetle army stopped, the Southern Border Squad also fell into an endless despair, as if everything had gone black.

Their faces were pale and their expressions were pained; they all looked at Lin Yujin with reproachful eyes.

Why did you poke its dung ball? Now look what's happened, the dung beetle thinks they've come to steal its dung.

A fight would be so dirty!

Just as the victimized dung beetle spread its elytra, ready to lead its army in an attack, Jiang Xianwan raised her hand to stop her snarling, forced-to-work companion.

Completely calm.

"Let's talk to them first."

Then he raised his palm and gestured for the dung beetle to stop, saying, "Stop! In war, one should not kill dung beetles."

The dung beetle queen instinctively stopped her attack: "...?" She didn't understand, but it seemed to make a lot of sense.

How about we stop for a moment?

The dung beetle king, who was about to stand up for his wife, was a henpecked husband who always listened to his wife. After thinking for a moment, he turned around and ordered his army to halt.

With its two forelimbs, it gestured fiercely at Jiang Xianwan: How do you want to negotiate?!

Jiang Xianwan smiled and took out an enormous, still-warm pill that emitted a pungent stench.

To the astonishment of his companions and the dung beetle, he moved with dazzling speed, leaving afterimages, and quickly rolled into a ball of dung that was even bigger and rounder than the previous one, then handed it forward.

"Your Majesty Queen Dung Beetle, this is for you as an apology."

"I believe you can see our sincere apology in this big, round lump of poop... uh."

The dung beetle queen's eyes lit up as she rolled the dung ball.

It had never seen anything better or faster than its own ball of dung.

Seeing that ball of dung, twice the size of his own, his eyes lit up again.

He immediately took the dung ball, adoring it, kneading and rolling it, and then happily kissed it twice.

"Hah!"

Apart from Jiang Xianwan, Su Qingliu, and Bai Ziye, everyone else bent over and vomited profusely.

Of course... Lin Yujin was vomiting violently while wiping the excrement off her body and crying loudly.

"Junior Sister Jiang! Quick! Give them the rest of the shit! Don't force me to kneel down and beg you!"

"I agree!"

I wholeheartedly agree!

"I wholeheartedly agree!"

Lin Yujin tossed three large pots of food, saying that they should eat them all!

Eat as much as you want, all you can eat!

The eight friends from Tianqing Sect and Daoming Sect were filled with despair at the thought, and unanimously and strongly requested that Jiang Xianwan give the remaining snail rice noodle pills to the dung beetle!

Jiang Xianwan's brow twitched with delight. "This isn't poop."

Bai Ziye was clearly already used to the smell, and solemnly defended his junior sister, "That's a pill, didn't you see it when it was being refined just now!"

The group protested in unison, "Whether it's shit or not, we won't eat it!"

"I won't eat a single bite!"

Queen of the Dung Beetles: "..." Tch, eat it or don't, it's up to you!

It's so delicious, they're just too unlucky to have it.

The other dung beetles were incredibly envious when they saw their queen receive a huge ball of dung.

A small, young dung beetle, unaware of human relationships and social hierarchies, watched with its eyes turning green with envy.

He immediately threw his little dung ball aside, ran to the dung beetle queen, and was kicked away by the dung beetle king.

The scene quickly descended into chaos and tension.

The tour guide was momentarily stunned when he saw Jiang Xianwan pull out a lump of unidentified material.

After a long while, he yelled at the top of his lungs, "Heavens! The Sword Master's disciple actually filled his mustard seed bag with a basin of excrement!"

The beautiful woman in green, who was peeling lychees for Jiang Xingxing, suddenly froze.

"Pfft!" Xu Yanzhou on the stands spat out a mouthful of tea, followed by a heart-wrenching cough.

Elder Tie lowered his head quite quickly, and with trembling hands, he pinched up a piece of his sleeve... and covered his face completely.

This is not a disciple of their Taixu Sect... no.

Wu Miao crossed her legs, her gaze following Jiang Xianwan, her lips never drooping.

Apart from the Southern Territory, the other high-ranking officials looked at the cloud ship in the sky with expressions that were hard to describe, but also quite amused, clearly stunned by the Southern Territory's bizarre actions.