Chapter 117: The Trash of the Tenth Level of Martial Arts

“Adjust your condition a bit as well; this time, the danger far exceeds anything before.” After giving this instruction, the old man closed his eyes and began to regulate his state.

At that moment, Xiao Yang was selling the corpse of a Demon Marquis-level beast.

“Ding! Would you like to sell the corpse of a first-tier Demon Marquis and receive 100,000 Krystal credits?”

Upon hearing the figure, Xiao Yang’s eyes lit up distinctly. Without hesitation, he reclaimed it.

At the same time, Xiao Yang’s points successfully surpassed the two million mark.

After some thought, Xiao Yang decided to break through his cultivation realm. In the Wild Beast Wasteland, every ounce of strength was a guarantee for survival.

Crack!

A sharp sound echoed within his body.

Immediately, the surrounding spiritual energy surged wildly toward him.

The travelers on the road glanced at Xiao Yang with curiosity. They sensed the breakthrough aura—he had clearly advanced.

Traveling and breaking through at the same time—this was their first time witnessing such a thing.

Wait, why would someone break through while on the move?

The Black Ice White Tiger in Sun Xiaoya’s arms pouted softly and muttered, “Weird little brat.”

It had lived for a thousand years but had never encountered someone who broke through just while walking.

What was more baffling was that he actually succeeded.

Such an act made the diligent martial artists feel utterly humiliated.

“Xiao Yang brother is amazing!” Sun Xiaoya exclaimed in astonishment.

After five days together, she had completely accepted the Black Ice White Tiger. Initially, Xiao Yang had always cradled it, but since the two had grown close, he hadn’t petted any cats. Sun Xiaoya held it daily—even sleeping together.

This made Xiao Yang envious; sometimes he wondered why he wasn’t a cat. The life of cats in this world was enviable indeed.

“Hmph! Nothing impressive—just a lowly martial artist,” the Black Ice White Tiger said disdainfully.

This immediately drew Sun Xiaoya’s displeasure.

“Big cat, that’s not right. If I remember correctly, you’re jealous…”

“Jealous? Impossible! I am a mighty Demon King-level beast; how could I be jealous of a mere brat!”

However, hearing the accusation of jealousy toward Xiao Yang, the White Tiger was displeased. How could a Demon King-level White Tiger envy a human kid? If not for being tricked, a single sneeze could kill Xiao Yang. Jealous? Ha! Ridiculous!

Thinking this fiercely, the tiger suddenly felt a soft, boneless hand gently stroking its fur.

It couldn’t help but stiffen.

The pleasure was so intense it slightly parted its mouth.

“Hmph hmph!” it even hummed softly, clearly enjoying it.

“Don’t stop, little one!”

The Black Ice White Tiger had fully accepted reality now, no longer trying to flee or resist but bowing to it. The gentle stroking felt like a massage—utterly delightful.

“Big cat! What did you call me?”

Sun Xiaoya heard the White Tiger’s address and immediately pouted in annoyance.

The tiger snapped back to attention.

“Sister Ya’er, don’t stop!”

Hearing this, a wave of contempt flashed through Xiao Yang’s eyes. A thousand-year-old monster, begging so humbly to be petted, calling someone 'sister'—how humiliating!

“Ugh! Shameful!”

“Ugh! Shameless!”

“Ugh! I want that too.”

Looking at her snow-white little hand and the slight rise of her saintly peak, Xiao Yang felt a pang of envy. Living was worse than a cat.

The Demon Wolf pretended not to notice but was internally shocked. A mighty White Tiger King doing such things openly—he dared not look!

“Zhen Zhuang! How much longer until we reach our destination?”

Xiao Yang, unwilling to pay attention to the shameless fat cat, asked Zhen Zhuang instead.

Zhen Zhuang hurried over, panting lightly.

“Young master, I just checked the map. We still need about half a day.”

He glanced at the map again.

It was worth mentioning that Zhen Zhuang’s body had reached the level of a martial artist. As the introduction stated, on the path of body tempering, he possessed unparalleled talent.

In just five days, his strength rivaled a third-tier martial artist.

This achievement restored his confidence and motivated him to train diligently. He refused to ride on the Demon Wolf, insisting on running on his own.

At first, with his martial artist-level strength, he truly could not keep up. But after breaking through, his speed improved and his endurance surpassed that of peers. His severed arm fully recovered by the third day.

Now, Zhen Zhuang could sprint for hours on end.

The only downside was that despite eating a lot, he remained skinny as a monkey.

“Again!”

Xiao Yang frowned.

Caught off guard, Zhen Zhuang quickly asked, “Young master, is there something you’re unhappy with?”

Thinking he had done something wrong, he asked hastily.

Xiao Yang relaxed his brow. It wasn’t Zhen Zhuang he was upset with.

Rather, it was the swarm of assassins—like flies—that were chasing them again.

This time, the group was even more pitiful, lacking a single grand martial artist.

Xiao Yang wondered how they had survived coming this far.

“Warm up!” he said, patting Zhen Zhuang’s shoulder with a smile.

But Zhen Zhuang, lacking Xiao Yang’s mental fortitude, was stunned by the gesture.

“There are no beasts around, young master!” Zhen Zhuang looked around uncertainly. He knew this meant he was to act, but seeing no beasts nearby, he was puzzled.

Xiao Yang clapped his hands.

“Hey, you guys—stop hiding! I’m tired; come kill me!”

The hidden assassins were amused. They all wanted to say: does this idiot really think he can issue a Blood Fury Order?

Although dissatisfied with the corruption among the assassin alliance’s leaders, these few were clearly professionally trained killers, emitting no aura.

Seeing this, Xiao Yang realized once again: these people never learn.

“Big cat, find them all!”

Though displeased at being ordered around, the Black Ice White Tiger raised its tender paws and made a gesture in the air.

Several thin ice spikes appeared.

Whizzing!

They flew out.

Almost simultaneously, several cries of pain echoed from nearby.

“Ahhh!”

“We’ve been spotted! Attack together!”

In an instant, eight assassins clad in night gear burst from the flat ground, rushing toward Xiao Yang.

After initial surprise, Zhen Zhuang clenched his fists and charged forward.

Upon sensing Zhen Zhuang’s aura, the assassins frowned. To them, he was a worthless tenth-tier martial artist, rushing in was suicide.

They had dozens of methods to kill him instantly.

“Seeking death!”

One assassin threw several small throwing knives straight at Zhen Zhuang, aiming to take his life.