Chapter 11: The Divine Beast Displays Its Might, Driving Away the Evil Wolves; Tight on Money, She Packs Her Storage Bag

“Could it be that Second Senior Brother snuck some food and broke through?”
Qian Jin was pleasantly surprised to find himself suddenly advancing to the second level of Qi Refining, and immediately guessed it was because of the little pig.
“Ahem, ahem, as cultivators, we must always work diligently and never slack for a moment.”
Qian Jin put on an enigmatic air, successfully gaining another wave of admiration from his little disciples.
“Owooo~”
Just as Qian Jin was patiently imparting his experience to his juniors, a wolf’s howl suddenly echoed in the air. They saw a pack of black, hungry wolves slaughtering cultivators nearby, including the group that had tried to steal his pig.
“Oh? Looks like we’ve got two more here.”
Qian Jin turned toward the voice and saw an old man clad in black, regarding them with contempt.
“Uh… Can I say we’re just passing by?”
Seeing dozens of cultivators sprawled helplessly on the ground, Qian Jin’s first instinct was to flee.
“Don’t even think about escaping! Block them!” the old man commanded the wolves, and at once, seven or eight hungry wolves barred their path.
“Brother Qian! These are Grade Five or Six beasts—I can’t beat them!”
Shuai Ge’s hands trembled as he gripped his fork, staring at the wolves.
“We’re doomed, doomed, we’re going to die.”
Qian Jin realized the wolves were formidable, and was so terrified he dared not move.
“Brother Qian, why are you so calm? Do you have some powerful trick up your sleeve?”
Shuai Ge, seeing Qian Jin as calm as still water, felt a little reassured.
“Snort, snort~”
Just as Qian Jin was at a loss, the little pig suddenly leapt onto his head, chewing on an unknown spiritual fruit.
“Second Senior Brother! I finally found you!”
Hearing the familiar voice, Qian Jin scooped the pig into his arms, snatching half the fruit from its mouth.
“If I’m going to die, at least let me die full.”
Qian Jin had no qualms about the pig; he popped the half fruit into his mouth without hesitation.
“Snort, snort~”
The pig seemed to vent its dissatisfaction, snorting incessantly at Qian Jin.
“What are you waiting for? Kill these two!”
The old man was horrified to see that since the pig appeared, his ‘Black Wind Wolves’ were trembling, rooted in place.
“Snort, snort~”
Upon hearing the old man’s barking orders, the pig snorted twice more, and the surrounding Black Wind Wolves instantly prostrated themselves as if commoners kneeling before a king.
“Oh right! Second Senior Brother is a divine beast. While its bloodline pressure doesn’t affect humans, to other beasts it’s like a sovereign—what beast would dare disobey?”
Qian Jin immediately understood the situation, his face breaking into a brilliant smile. He pointed at the old man and said, “Eat him!”
“Snort, snort~”

After Qian Jin finished speaking, the pig snorted twice, and the Black Wind Wolves rose, turning to face the old man.
“What are you doing? I am your master!”
The old man, whose mind had run for seventy years, suddenly burned out—he couldn’t fathom why his beasts obeyed a stranger’s command.
“Owooo~”
The wolves howled as one and charged at him without hesitation.
“Ah—!”
Though the old man was strong, surrounded by dozens of Black Wind Wolves, he ended up as their meal, his questions left unanswered.
“Gulp—”
“Brother Qian, you can command beasts?”
Shuai Ge was dumbfounded, swallowing hard.
Not only him, but the dozens of cultivators lying on the ground all stared at Qian Jin in disbelief.
“They’d never guess Second Senior Brother is a divine beast—and they must not find out.”
Qian Jin touched his nose and said, “Maybe they were moved by my charisma and chose the light over darkness.”
“Pfft—!”
At his words, the wounded cultivators seemed hit by another blow, coughing up blood.
“Brother Qian, you’re truly the one between Bull A and Bull C. I admire you!”
Shuai Ge believed every word; after all, he was deeply drawn by Qian Jin’s charm.
“Owooo~”
After devouring the old man, the wolves neatly lined up and prostrated themselves before Qian Jin, unmoving.
“Hehe~”
Qian Jin grinned, his gaze sweeping over the blood-spitting cultivators, his smile radiant.
“What… what are you going to do?”
The white-robed man who had previously offended Qian Jin was now panic-stricken, as Qian Jin’s gaze settled on him.
“What am I going to do?”
“You were quite arrogant, weren’t you? You even tried to steal my Second Senior Brother.”
Qian Jin walked over and gave the white-robed man a hard kick.
“Brother, we meant no harm, we just liked your pet. Didn’t we even offer you money?”

The white-robed woman who had tossed Qian Jin a bag of spirit stones gazed at him pitifully.
Qian Jin slowly shifted his gaze to her, finally fixing his eyes on her chest.
“Don’t do anything!”
Startled by his gaze, she instinctively covered her chest with both hands.
“Hehe~”
Qian Jin chuckled, and, under her frightened stare, stepped toward her, reaching out to pry her hands away.
“Ah—pervert!”
She struggled desperately, but wounded as she was, she had little strength.
No one else dared move, especially the female cultivators, a few of whom broke down in tears, wondering which honest man they’d have to marry if they lost their virtue.
“How dare you resist!”
Qian Jin pinned her hands with one hand, the other swiftly reaching toward her chest.
“Let me go!”
She cried out in terror.
“Got it! Hehe, anyone who can toss out a hundred spirit stones must be a rich lady.”
Qian Jin pulled out her exquisite storage pouch, inhaling deeply, savoring the scent of spirit stones.
With the pouch in hand, Qian Jin immediately called to the stunned Shuai Ge,
“Brother, what are you waiting for? It’s a golden opportunity! Grab all their storage pouches.”
“Don’t resist, or these big gray wolves won’t be pleased,” Qian Jin threatened, using the wolves to intimidate them.
“You truly are the one who’ll make me rich, Brother Qian! Now I’ve got a dowry fund.”
Shuai Ge slapped his forehead and eagerly began collecting the cultivators’ pouches.
“Haha, we’re rich!”
Qian Jin shouted in delight as he plundered the pouches.
“There are too many, I can’t carry them all!”
Shuai Ge clutched an armful, biting several more between his teeth.
“No problem, strip off your clothes and use them as bags.”
Qian Jin quickly shed his outer robe, stuffing all the pouches inside to make a giant bundle.
“Brother Qian, you’re so clever!”
Shuai Ge followed suit, making an oversized bundle with his own clothes.
Under the envious and resentful gazes of the cultivators, the two packed up over a hundred storage pouches, then left happily, laughing all the way.