Chapter 77: Who Dares Touch My Big Brother
Arriving at Sao Daozi Village in Panggezhuang again and finding the Cat-Faced Old Woman, I absolutely had to show off, damn it!
“You damn old hag, your mother’s fourth uncle’s grandmother! Young Master is here to deal with you again today, hurry up and call out your old ancestor with nine assholes! Let Big Brother here pluck you bald today!”
I’m at full health now, I don’t care who’s who! I’m feeling bold again!
When Third Uncle saw my full of spirit, punchable look, he didn’t hold back either.
“Exactly, quickly return Third Grandfather’s tail! Otherwise, Third Grandfather will beat your face full of chrysanthemums today! Damn it!”
Seeing our aggressive demeanor, the old woman didn’t dare to be careless at all, “Release the firecrackers, watch the adult films…”
Whoa! This guy summoned the Nine-Lived Cat Demon again.
Damn it, enemies meeting makes the eyes red with hatred.
“Roar!”
I let out a howl and charged straight ahead.
Seeing this, Third Uncle chuckled strangely, flashed to the old woman’s side, and grabbed her hair.
Then, he reached out and turned on the small portable speaker hanging from his waist, “We loved each other passionately once, kissing and cuddling has become a legend…”
I don’t know if Third Uncle has some kind of problem, beating up an old woman and playing a love song from the mortal world.
“Fuck! Oregai! Hah! Mount Lu Ascending Dragon Strike!”
I was like I’d been injected with adrenaline, exceptionally ferocious, the Ancient Buddha Phantom glared, grabbed the Nine-Lived Cat Demon’s tail, and swung it around!
Damn it! Today, I must kill it!
Third Uncle grabbed the old woman’s head and once again unleashed his invincible barrage of attacks.
They fought passionately for about twenty minutes.
Damn it. “Boom!”
Hmph, Big Brother here got beaten until he spat blood again.
“Third Uncle! Third Uncle, retreat quickly!”
Third Uncle had already prepared to flee at any moment, and upon hearing my shout, he fired two more shots.
He then grabbed me and turned into a black wind, still leaving a harsh parting shot, “You guys just wait for me!”
Back at the weasel’s den, I started healing my injuries. This time, I was more severely injured and directly fell unconscious for three days and three nights before waking up.
Fortunately, Old Bastard was loyal and didn’t give up on me. He mobilized the entire weasel family to find miraculous elixirs for me.
More than twenty days later, I was back to full health. This time, I proactively requested to fight with Third Uncle.
“Let’s go, Third Uncle! We’re going to deal with the Cat-Faced Old Woman.”
However, to my surprise, Third Uncle, who always took the initiative to suggest going, was a bit subdued this time.
“How about, how about we cultivate for a few more years before going?”
Oh my god, hearing this made Big Brother here quite puzzled. What’s wrong with Third Uncle today? Suddenly he’s scared? This doesn’t seem like his personality.
I asked in confusion, “What’s wrong, Third Uncle? Could it be, could it be you have some special circumstances these past few days?”
Upon my question, Third Uncle slapped me.
“Get lost! What special circumstances could a weasel like me have?”
I rubbed the back of my head, which was slightly sore from the slap.
This made me even more confused. Old Bastard’s tail is still in their hands, so why aren’t we fighting anymore?
Seeing my confusion, Third Uncle shook his head and sighed, “Sigh…”
Then he said, “You get seriously injured every time you go, seriously injured every time you go. I really feel bad about it. I’m afraid you’ll get hurt again if you go with Third Uncle and lose your life.”
Looking at Third Uncle’s expression, which was like a grandfather looking at his grandson, my mind became a bit chaotic. Huh? Why is this old man suddenly feeling bad for me?
His actions stirred my little heart slightly, and my gaze towards Old Bastard also shifted to one of respect, like a junior looking at a senior.
But I’ve been beaten twice already, can I tolerate this? If I tolerate it, am I still Big Brother?
Being a Big Brother requires an unyielding, never-give-up spirit. Otherwise, if I back down at every setback, what’s the point of cultivating immortality?
So I said again;
“Uh, Grandfather, no, I mean, uh, Third Uncle, let’s go! We must go! Otherwise, I can’t swallow this anger! Just give me a straight answer, are you going with me or not?”
Seeing that he couldn’t stop me and that I was determined to go, Old Bastard was both moved and a little pained, but then the hesitation in his eyes turned into determination.
“Let’s go! Damn it, we must go!”
To be honest, it’s not that I can’t stand being beaten, but that during these two injuries, Third Uncle took meticulous care of me and tried various ways to replenish my body and help me recover. Although I got injured because he asked for my help, the fact that he treated me like this absolutely proves he is a loyal and righteous person.
In this Dharma-Ending Age, where else can you find people who are so righteous? Even if something happens when you’re drinking together, people will turn on you. During the drinking, you’re good brothers and friends, but as soon as something happens, you’re nobody. Money talks. Damn!
Besides, that old woman always harms the common people, making them pay tribute. The people are terrified, fearful, and miserable. If I didn’t know about this, I wouldn’t say anything, but now that I do, as a righteous cultivator, how can I only care about my own safety and not the common people? Am I still worthy of cultivating immortality? Just talking big without doing anything? I can’t do that. I’m not some phony from short videos.
The third time Third Uncle and I found the Cat-Faced Old Woman, after suffering losses twice from Third Uncle, this old woman had actually become cunning.
I don’t know where she found three helpers, also three old women. Based on my guess, these three are likely cat demons. Looking at their big eyes and the few whiskers on their faces, it’s certain.
As soon as she saw my father and son appear, she attacked us without a word.
I still faced the Nine-Lived Cat Demon, while Third Uncle was surrounded by the four old women and kicked violently.
As soon as the fight started, Third Uncle shouted, “Retreat! Dazhi’er, retreat!”
I thought, damn it! Why retreat now that we’ve just arrived? But seeing Third Uncle being suppressed, in my anger, I directly took out the firecracker from my embrace.
“Throw! Boom!”
“One cloud-piercing arrow, three heroes gather!”
This time the journey was a bit far, about ten minutes later,
To the east, on a golden cloud, a golden toad about half a meter in size opened its mouth and roared, “Damn it! I am Jin Buque, the Great Immortal Golden Toad! Who the hell dares to touch my Big Brother! Quack quack!”
To the west, no one… It makes sense, damn it, old dog can’t fly.
To the north, no one either… Damn it, I forgot, I sent Xue Pan to the Underworld.
There’s no other way, if I run away without a fight, I really won’t be willing.
After Jin Buque arrived, I directly shouted, “Old Second, go help Third Uncle over there!”
“Quack quack!” Jin Buque responded.
“Must kill! Roof Collapsing Technique!” A huge butt sat towards the face of one of the old women.
Just when I thought Old Dog and Xue Pan couldn’t make it.
To the north, the ground suddenly cracked open,
“Damn it! I am the Swimming Champion of the Chrysanthemum, who dares to touch my Big Brother?”
Xue Pan, riding a backwards-pedaling donkey cart, rushed up from the Underworld, and Old Dog was sitting in the cart.
Old Dog, holding a pile of dog feces in each hand, also shouted loudly, “Damn it! I am the Exorcism Dog Poop Grand Master! Which bastard wants to eat dog shit dares to touch my Big Brother!”
