Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 199 Giggling
"Hahahahaha..."

Pei Xia lifted the golden iron rod and deflected a fishbone crossbow bolt coming from the front. The white bone was no match for the magic weapon, and some fragments of the arrowhead broke off.

"Hahahahaha..."

Meanwhile, Gilly Nine's harpoon was snatched away by an exceptionally burly fishman. Fortunately, the fishman managed to break the harpoon in half, and a rope was found hidden in the long shaft. Gilly Nine slid through the fishman's crotch, pulled the rope, and tripped the fishman to the ground.

"Hahahahaha..."

Once Pei Xia shattered her opponent's crossbow, the battle came to an end.

He raised his hand, took the pear off his head, and warned her fiercely, "Don't smack your lips while eating!"

Pear, looking a little aggrieved, stuffed the extra-thick, long dried mushroom into her mouth, her cheeks bulging: "This is so big..."

Sai Jiu took his harpoon back from the burly fishman who was already dazed and confused, glanced at Pei Xia beside him, and said indifferently, "Not bad."

Sai Jiu was in his twenties. Besides Cao Heng, he had also seen other people on Earth. Most of those who survived after being swallowed were cultivators.

In his view, these earthly cultivators have systematic cultivation paths and are indeed skilled in the use of spiritual power. Their techniques are also very advanced. However, perhaps because of this, they are not very solid in the basic skills of fighting in battle.

This Xie Huan is quite an anomaly.

Pei Xia waved the golden club in his hand, urging his fishmen to squat down next to the burly man.

What he held in his hand was Cao Heng's magical artifact, the Sea-Slaying Golden Needle. As he said, after it broke, its effectiveness in driving away sea beasts was greatly reduced, but its size remained unchanged.

This actually made things easier for Pei Xia; cutting it in half gave it a handy length, which he could use as a weapon.

Looking at the two fishmen squatting together with their heads in their hands, he asked Sai Jiu, "Are they from another village?"

Sai Jiu shook his head: "Robber."

Is there a robber in the world inside the belly?
“Everyone has enough to eat, wear, and live in, so there are few conflicts between villages,” Sai Jiu said, holding his harpoon and poking at the broken crossbow fragments that Pei Xia had smashed by the roadside. “But metal is a rare commodity, and many men in villages need to have enough metal as a dowry if they want to get married.”

Oh, that's true. It's indeed quite difficult for the Sea God to generate copper or iron within his body.

Sai Jiu pulled out two long iron pieces from the wreckage of the crossbow. He put one in his pocket and handed the other to Pei Xia with great care.

Pei Xia shook her head and refused the "valuable" gift.

After a minor punishment, Sai Jiu did not kill anyone. He drove away the two bandits, and they continued on their way.

It has been six days since we left the village, and apart from the occasional wild animal we encounter for a meal, there have been no other dangers along the way.

According to Sai Jiu, Pei Xia was quite lucky. The more dangerous things in the world inside her belly were the giant underground worms and an armored monster, but they didn't encounter them.

"There's a village ahead, probably the last one before we reach Naoshan. Let's resupply there."

Following the direction of Sai Jiu's finger, Pei Xia looked into the distance and saw only a few bulging hills.

Only upon closer inspection did I discover the long, downward-sloping steps.

In the world inside the belly, villages don't interact much. The fact that Sai Jiu brought a person from the ground attracted a lot of attention from the fish people.

As was customary, he first went to see the village chief and obtained permission before he could take supplies from the village.

With nothing to do, Pei Xia could only find an empty spot to sit.

Soon, a bold little merman came over, stared at him with wide eyes, and said, "You're so ugly."

Pei Xia rolled his eyes; he was immune to such comments by now.

But then the child added, "You're just as ugly as that woman I saw last time; your eyes are all sunken in."

The woman I saw last time?
Pei Xia immediately realized who he was talking about: "Is that woman wearing the same color clothes as me?" The little fishman nodded: "Yes."

As expected, Han is naive.

Chen Fengcai was right; Han Youzhi was indeed approaching Naoshan.

The little boy was still muttering, "But even though that woman is ugly, she has big breasts and a big butt, so she must be soft to hug. Although everyone says that being thinner is prettier, I think..."

"When did she leave?" Pei Xia interrupted him.

A child is a child after all. After sucking his finger and thinking for a while, he could only vaguely reply, "It seems like it was only two days ago."

It's roughly the same. Inside the abdomen, two days are considered to be two days of light and two days of darkness, which corresponds exactly to the time outside. This is consistent with the time Pei Xia wasted in preparing.

In two days, given Han Youzhi's pace, she could very well have already reached Naoshan.

Feeling a sense of urgency, Pei Xia didn't bother to rest as soon as Sai Jiu returned with supplies, and dragged him on their way immediately.

The world inside the belly of the Sea God is vast, but the distance from Chen Fengcai's village to Naoshan is not the longest straight-line distance. After several days of travel, Pei Xia and Sai Jiu were already not far from their destination.

After spending another night outdoors, Pei Xia and Sai Jiu finally arrived at the so-called sacred mountain at dawn.

Pei Xia looked up and saw an incredibly tall, dark brown wall, symbolizing the boundary of the world inside her belly. At the bottom of this wall, there was an arched doorway that resembled a doorway.

Inside the doorway, there was an impenetrable darkness, and at its bottom stood a dozen or so large and small mounds.

Sai Jiu reached out and stopped Pei Xia: "Those are the three villages that guard the sacred mountain. They are constantly bathed in the spiritual power of the mountain, so they are physically strong and also know witchcraft."

Pei Xia looked at her guide: "Is our only option to force our way through?"

Sai Jiu shook his head: "The pilgrimage to the Holy Mountain has existed since ancient times. As long as you can pass the trial, they will not stop you from going to the Great Void to worship the Brain Mountain."

"What trial?"

Sai Jiu's answer was extremely concise: "Fight."

After saying that, he ignored the stunned Pei Xia, picked up his harpoon and walked forward, saying, "You wait here, I'll go arrange a fight for you."

Strictly speaking, this is called a "trial of courage," but in reality, it has nothing to do with courage. Sai Jiu summed it up very well; it's all about fighting.

This hurdle is not easy to overcome, because the three villages of Brain Mountain are all inhabited by people who have been bathed in the spiritual power of the sea god's brain, making them physically strong and possessing magical abilities. In contrast, the other fishman villages do not have a need for "war" and, apart from a few hunters, are not warlike.

Just like metal, which is not a necessity, it is used as a way to show off one's wealth when getting married.

The world inside the belly does not demand superior martial prowess; instead, it is used as a qualification for pilgrimage to the holy mountain.

Ultimately, both are "luxuries," serving as proof of an individual's ease and competence in the social environment.

Although Sai Jiu was one of the village's hunters, he knew he couldn't pass this trial; An Sheng Longchang might have a chance instead.

However, for earthly cultivators who are skilled in using spiritual power, this should not be difficult.

However, when Sai Jiu rang the bell outside the village and watched as dozens of thin figures emerged from underground, his eyes slowly widened.

These slender members of their clan carried a large sedan chair, on which sat a plump woman from the ground.

The woman, dressed in a white dress with blue accents and her long hair tied back, sat arrogantly in the center of the sedan chair, her expression haughty.

She raised her arms and roared, "Woo-la-la-la-la-la!"

(End of this chapter)