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"Er Zhuzi, you all retreat! I'll draw this beast away."
"Erniu! No, you are the strongest in our village. If anything happens to you, what will we do? Let me distract it while you take everyone else to safety."
"You know I'm the strongest here. If I can't draw it away, can you? In the end, we all die. Enough talk; I'm the captain. Follow my orders and retreat first. I'll handle it." With that, Erniu pushed the people beside him aside and seized the opportunity to charge at the Demon Beast pursuing them. However, he had no intention of fighting it head-on. He struck a couple of blows with his weapon before turning to flee. The Demon Beast seemed enraged by Erniu's attack and chased after him.
Erniu led the Demon Beast straight toward Mo Wen. While Erniu was only at the Early Stage of Speed Realm, the Demon Beast behind him had reached the Late Stage of Speed Realm, just a step away from entering Qi Binding Realm. If this continued, Erniu's fate was sealed. Suddenly, as he sprinted desperately ahead, he stopped. He sensed that the Demon Beast chasing him had gone silent. Turning back, he was startled to see the once-persistent Demon Beast lying on the ground with a knife embedded in its forehead. A young man in gray attire was walking up to the beast and pulling out the knife. Mo Wen had finally made his move. Among this group, Erniu was the strongest and posed no threat to him. More importantly, this group resembled villagers rather than adventurers, and despite knowing they were facing death, they still fought to draw the Demon Beast away for their teammates' sake. This pure sentiment moved Mo Wen to act, and he also needed to gather information about the outside world from these people—information that neither Old Lu nor Zi Lan had provided in detail.
"Thank you for saving me, Xiaoxia," Erniu said, cupping his hands in salute while keeping a high level of vigilance. After all, someone had saved him; he couldn't neglect his manners.
"No need for such formalities, brother," Mo Wen replied with a bow as he assessed the sturdy man before him. Erniu was indeed as strong as an ox, dressed in simple gray Bai De clothing and appearing to be in his thirties. However, Mo Wen knew that once a martial artist broke through to Transcendence Stage, their appearance changed very slowly; after reaching higher realms, their looks would hardly change at all—some even appeared younger. Thus, judging a cultivator's age by their appearance could lead to significant errors. Meanwhile, Erniu remained highly alert, seemingly wary of any sudden moves from Mo Wen. In a forest like this, maintaining such vigilance was indeed wise.
"Brother, there's no need for concern; I mean you no harm. I merely happened to pass by and witnessed your selfless bravery in protecting your teammates—your loyalty moved me."
"I apologize for my rudeness; please do not take offense, Xiaoxia."
"It's only human nature. Call your people to deal with this Demon Beast; once it's taken care of, leave quickly." With that, Mo Wen turned to leave.
"Xiaoxia, wait! No reward without effort; this Demon Beast was slain by you and rightfully belongs to you. We cannot just benefit from your hard work."
"You are too kind; this beast may only be a meal for me but could be a significant gain for you and your team."
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