Chapter 18 This is obviously a threat!
The carriage with the lion emblem came to a halt at the foot of a towering mountain that stretched straight into the clouds, evoking the image of a giant supporting the heavens and earth.
"Tiefeng Mountain, this is where War King Hel resides..." Qingyin said to the fatty beside her.
Staring at Tiefeng Mountain, the fatty was speechless for a while. Although he knew that highly skilled individuals often lived in elevated places, this mountain was a bit too high. If he were to climb it now, it would probably take him a year or two.
After a long pause, the fatty asked Qingyin with lingering fear, "Do we have to climb up?"
"Climb up? Why climb up?" Qingyin looked at the fatty in surprise.
"Didn't you say Hel lives here? Don't we need to climb up?" The fatty asked curiously.
"Yes, you see that little cottage over there, Hel lives there..." Qingyin said with a light smile.
Listening to Qingyin, the fatty leveled his gaze and looked ahead. Only then did he notice a little cottage amidst the lush greenery at the foot of the mountain, with wisps of cooking smoke rising from it.
"What the hell... Why do you, a highly skilled individual, live at the foot of the mountain?" The fatty looked down on the cottage and couldn't help but complain internally.
"Take out your War King Token..." Seeing the fatty's expression, Qingyin couldn't help but smile and said.
Although the fatty didn't understand, he did as Qingyin said.
Just as the fatty pulled out the War King Token, a loud "roar" echoed, and a shadow suddenly flew out next to the cottage.
When the fatty saw that figure, his eyes widened.
It was a winged tiger, with fluffy white fur as soft as snow and a pair of black eyes that emitted an intimidating glow.
"A winged tiger..." Even though the fatty had started to accept everything in this world, he still couldn't help but be curious when he actually saw something bizarre.
"That's a Fourth-Grade Magic Beast, Tianling Tiger, with strength comparable to a War General..." Qingyin explained to the fatty.
At this moment, the fatty finally understood why Qingyin had asked him to take out the War King Token earlier. The War King Token was the pass to the cottage.
"Magic Beast... Is this what a Magic Beast looks like?" Gazing at the Tianling Tiger, the fatty's eyes shone with a greenish glow. That was a creature comparable to a War General!
The fatty didn't know the strength of a War General, but he had seen clearly the strength of a War Son in the strategic chess game. Those guardians were formidable, capable of defeating hundreds of opponents alone.
The fatty's eyes started to rotate, but just then, Qingyin's words interrupted his malicious thoughts.
"This Tianling Tiger signed a Blood Contract with Hel when it was young."
"Blood Contract?" Hearing Qingyin's words, the fatty immediately deflated like a frostbitten eggplant. A Blood Contract was a type of contract that shared life with the other party. According to the history of the Silver Moon Continent, this contract was the deepest of all contracts. Once signed, it could not be broken.
"Isn't it just a Tianling Tiger? I'll definitely get a higher-grade Magic Beast someday..." The fatty couldn't help but complain internally.
The roar of the Tianling Tiger seemed to alert the inhabitants of the cottage. The wooden door, slightly decayed, creaked open.
Two people walked out slowly.
The one in front was a middle-aged man dressed in black, with short, jet-black hair that made him look very energetic. However, his expression was so icy that it sent chills down one's spine, as if he were an eternal iceberg.
Behind him was a gray-haired old man who was very short, only about half the height of the middle-aged man. He wore brightly colored clothes and a clown hat, looking extremely comical.
"You..." Seeing the two people who walked out, the fatty was stunned. The old man behind him was none other than the clown who had forced the War King Token on him earlier.
"Hehe..." Seeing the fatty, the clown old man immediately put on a smiling expression.
The clown old man's expression was kind, but the fatty felt uneasy about it, as if he were being stared at by a cunning fox.
Qingyin, who saw the clown old man, was also slightly startled but quickly regained her composure and respectfully greeted the middle-aged man, "Hello, Senior Hel..."
"Hmm," Hel nodded slightly and said calmly. However, the coldness in his voice made people feel like they had fallen into an icy hell, causing them to shiver involuntarily.
"Senior brother, is it him you mentioned?" Hel turned his head and asked the clown-like old man beside him with confusion.
"Yes, it's him. I thought he would come right after getting the Warlord Order, but I didn't expect to see him now," the clown-like old man said with a smile.
Upon hearing the clown-like old man's words, the fat man's anger surged uncontrollably. How dare the old man say that? If it weren't for him, the fat man wouldn't have been chased around yesterday in such a disgraceful manner.
However, the fat man also knew that if the clown-like old man hadn't given him the Warlord Order, he wouldn't have had this opportunity.
But wait...
What did Hel just call the old man?
"Senior brother?" Looking at the clown-like old man, the fat man's eyes widened in surprise. Can someone with such a body cultivate battle qi? Can someone with such a body fight?
He would probably be slapped and flown away before even reaching his opponent.
Upon hearing the clown-like old man's words, Hel looked at the fat man and asked, "Do you want to be my disciple?"
"Disciple?" The fat man was momentarily taken aback.
But Qingyin, who was like struck by lightning at that moment, stood frozen in place. Can someone with such a body cultivate battle qi? Can someone with such a body fight?
He would probably be slapped and flown away before even reaching his opponent.
Upon hearing the clown-like old man's words, Hel turned to the fat man and asked, "Do you want to be my disciple?"
"Disciple?" The fat man was momentarily taken aback.
But Qingyin, who was like struck by lightning at that moment, stood frozen in place. She blinked her gem-like eyes rapidly, seemingly trying to signal something to the fat man.
"Are there any benefits?" The fat man instinctively asked Hel.
"Benefits?" Hearing the fat man's words, Hel's face, which was already as cold as ice, became even colder. On the other hand, the clown-like old man's smile became even brighter.
"Hei Jin, quickly agree... You know, Senior Hel never takes disciples. Even when the Seventh Prince wanted to become his disciple, Senior Hel didn't agree," Qingyin whispered to the fat man as a reminder.
"..." Upon hearing Qingyin's words, the fat man's eyes widened rapidly, a bright glow emanating from them. But when he saw the clown-like old man smiling mischievously nearby, the glow quickly dimmed.
The fat man once again sensed danger.
"No way..." The fat man answered Hel bluntly.
"No way?" Hearing the fat man's words, Hel's face darkened. On the other hand, the clown-like old man laughed even harder.
Upon hearing the fat man's answer, Qingyin was stunned. She never expected the fat man to refuse so bluntly.
To have a Warlord as a mentor was a great honor. More importantly, one could learn the Warlord's battle qi and experience, which was the dream of many noble knights.
"No luck, huh," the clown-like old man said to Hel with a smile.
Upon hearing the clown-like old man's words, Hel's face suddenly stiffened, but then seemed to relax as if he had thought of something.
"You have to do it even if you don't want to... Do you think you can just leave Iron Peak Mountain casually?" Hel said coldly to the fat man.
Upon hearing Hel's words, the fat man became even more convinced that becoming his disciple would be a disaster.
At this moment, there was a "buzzing" sound, and a crystal-clear glow suddenly appeared on Hel's right hand, which he gently swiped across a huge boulder nearby.
With a "boom," the boulder shattered into pieces.
Seeing this scene, the fat man cursed Hel's relatives in his heart. This was obviously a threat.