151: witty

At this moment, atop the city wall, a Disciple was curled up in a corner with a huge iron pot on his head, occasionally poking his pale little face out to look around.

"There hasn't been any movement for so long; they must have retreated..."

Little Fatty Bai said this as he lifted the iron pot and crawled out from underneath. Seeing everyone outside busy cleaning up the battlefield, he finally let out a long sigh of relief.

The group of Disciples around him, dressed in the same Daoist Robe, had already become corpses. Little Fatty Bai's face showed a look of helplessness; he sighed and shook his head.

"It's fortunate that I, Little Fatty Bai, am naturally clever. I hid the moment the fighting started; otherwise, I might have become one of these many corpses."

The others around him paid him no mind, continuing to clear the corpses from the battlefield.

When a Disciple was being carried down the city wall by two others, he suddenly jolted awake and stood up. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw Little Fatty Bai on the wall, marveling at his own cleverness and wits.

"Damn it! You bastard!"

The Disciple bolted upright from the stretcher and charged directly at Little Fatty Bai, reaching out with both hands to choke his neck.

Little Fatty Bai reacted quickly with agile footwork, side-stepping to dodge the attack, then touched his neck with lingering fear.

"What are you doing? I'm not the enemy; I'm one of our own!"

Hearing this, the Disciple became even more furious.

"How dare you say that! When our Senior Sister was being attacked, you were hiding under that black iron pot watching the show, refusing to come out and fight. You've gone too far; you are a disgrace to our Sect!"

The Disciple's shouting immediately attracted the attention of others nearby, and quite a few people gathered around.

Little Fatty Bai felt a bit guilty and quickly put the iron pot away.

"Don't spout nonsense! I was the most valiant one fighting on the battlefield!"

Little Fatty Bai actually wasn't that cowardly; it was mainly because a Saint-level Powerhouse had charged onto the city wall just now. Before that guy appeared, he had been fighting valiantly.

"The situation you just mentioned clearly involved a Saint Powerhouse charging onto the wall. My current Cultivation is only at the Nirvana stage; how could I possibly be his opponent? While I want to contribute to the Sect, I can't just go and throw my life away!"

Little Fatty Bai stood with his hands on his hips, righteous and confident. The two of them stood on the city wall and started arguing, trading barbs.

Little Fatty Bai ran to the back, and in a fit of pique, took out a huge pile of alien corpses. When everyone saw the pile of bodies, which looked like a small mountain, they were instantly stunned.

"What more proof do you want? I killed all these corpses myself! These guys had lower Cultivation than me, so I just killed them. As for why I kept their bodies, it was to see if any parts of them could be refined into a Medicinal Pill!"

Little Fatty Bai argued righteously, and this whole display left the people around him speechless. Eventually, the Disciple who had been arguing with him had his shoulder patted, and he was persuaded to leave.

The people present dispersed one after another. Little Fatty Bai smugly collected all the corpses; these were his merits, and since these aliens looked strange, they might have some medicinal value.

Little did he know that his argument had left the ten Powerhouses of the great forces above stunned.

"Uh, Chief Li, your eye for talent is truly unique..."

Zhang Sanquan's mouth twitched. Fortunately, this little fatty wasn't his Disciple. If it were his Disciple who dared to hide during a battle, he would definitely beat him up and then throw him out of the Sect.

Crimson's face also showed a hint of embarrassment as she looked at Li Haotian, seemingly confirming if he had picked the wrong person.

"This Disciple should be from the Extreme Pill Valley, right?"

As soon as Liu Chen said this, everyone's eyes fell upon an old man with crane-like hair and a youthful face. Although the old man's hair and beard were white, he looked very spirited and clearly took great care of himself.

At this moment, he was so angry that his beard was trembling. He couldn't even imagine that this was actually his own Disciple.

Although what he said just now made sense, the fact was that the enemy had already charged onto the city wall, yet he had chosen to flee the battle at that moment.

If that guy had died standing on the city wall, he would be a hero. But now, he had become a disgrace to the entire Extreme Pill Valley. While saving one's life wasn't wrong, it would be very embarrassing if too many people found out about this.

And that was exactly the case right now.

"This damned Disciple! I must thoroughly investigate whose Sect he belongs to..."

Seeing the man trembling with anger, Liu Chen quickly stepped forward and patted his back to comfort him.

"Senior Lin Taiji, please don't be too angry. Since you don't want this Disciple, why not just give him to Chief Li? After all, you know the value of that Medicinal Pill."

Lin Taiji nodded upon hearing this. He naturally knew how terrifying the recipe for that Medicinal Pill was. Even if it was a simplified version, the content it contained was extraordinary.

No Alchemist would ever casually hand over their exclusive Pill Formula to others. This guy, Li Haotian, seemed to be an Alchemist as well, though it was unclear what his skill level was.

After trying his best to calm down, Lin Taiji squeezed out a smile that looked uglier than crying.

"Since Chief Li has taken a liking to this Disciple, then you may take him back. We don't want this brat anymore, but as for that Pill Formula..."

Lin Taiji looked at Li Haotian with very expectant eyes. A single Pill Formula could actually derive many things. When the Human Race first came into contact with the path of Alchemy, there weren't many Pill Formulas; they were basically all figured out bit by bit.

Predecessors created Pill Formulas, and later generations learned and improved upon them, subsequently giving birth to various Pill Formulas with different effects.

Therefore, he clearly knew how much value a Pill Formula would bring. If this kind of Medicinal Pill was to be mass-produced, it would have to be entrusted to their Extreme Pill Valley, so he was naturally the most impatient one.

"What's the rush? Although we have all agreed, we still have to ask the opinion of the little guy down there. If he isn't willing to join my Sect, I won't force him."

Li Haotian descended from the sky and landed slowly on the city wall. This place was very far from where he had been stationed, so only a very few people had seen him fighting valiantly.

Little Fatty Bai clearly had no impression of him; he just took one glance at Li Haotian and prepared to leave.

"Hold on."

Li Haotian blocked Little Fatty Bai's path. The latter immediately took a few steps back in vigilance; the Daoist Robe the other person was wearing was not that of their Extreme Pill Valley.

"Is it really necessary? At most, I'm just a bit cowardly and afraid of death. Are you people from other Sects also coming to judge me?"

Little Fatty Bai had a bitter smile on his face; he just wanted to survive and go home.