I Am Your Natural Enemy

By the way, Might as well do a good deed and leave a survivor to send back.

Old Meng, that guy, didn't even need to be told; he knew what to do. And he was far more ruthless in his methods than anyone else.

Old Meng packed his belongings, hopped on his tricycle with the Mole Cricket, brought along the well-behaved Little Bat, and swiftly disappeared down the end of the street.

When he reappeared, he was in a desert region. The Mole Cricket had transformed into a camel, and Old Meng had pitched a tent to rest.

The Little Bat also shimmered and changed, transforming into a young man covered in burn marks.

The young man sat beside him, not daring to say much. The mysterious merchants, legendary on their side of the world, still held considerable sway over a newly matured member of the Blood Clan like him.

Old Meng took out some food and shared some with John.

"I'm lucky, and you're lucky too. I've never been one to double-cross in a deal. Rest assured, I'll send back both the goods and you. The fees will be calculated later. Additionally, I'll give you a piece of advice: if I were you, the moment I got back, I'd find a way to completely seal off the memories of what I just saw. I'm a businessman. I'm reasonable and weigh the pros and cons. But some people don't bother with such considerations. They... they only care that if their master is pleased, everything is fine; if not, nothing you say matters."

John trembled with fear, thinking of what he had just witnessed, and nodded repeatedly.

Sacred light is just light; it definitely can't compare to the Sun itself. He remembered the elders in his family saying that back when their clan still drank blood, some members, thinking there were plenty of People of the Divine Land, considered expanding here. But upon their arrival, they immediately encountered someone brutally beating a Demon. After the Demon fled, that person turned and gave his elder a brutal beating, using him as a shield against those in pursuit. In the end, it was only due to the attacker's mercy that his elder was allowed to return, albeit with only half a body. Since then, their clan stopped drinking blood. Later, medical science advanced, and pharmaceutical development surged. They discovered that by taking vitamin D and supplementing with calcium, they didn't actually need to drink blood. And the offspring of Vampires who didn't drink blood, if they avoided it from birth, would even develop significantly increased resistance to sunlight and certain anti-Vampire substances. John also remembered his elder saying that the person claimed to practice Martial Training and their skill was supposedly nothing remarkable. At that time, John had thought his elder was merely exaggerating the enemy's strength to make their own defeat seem less ignominious. After coming here this time, John began to think his elder might have been right. The area he saw seemed to be just an ordinary residential district in the suburbs; any two random people there could probably crush him easily. The strongest killing aura he'd ever witnessed was said to belong to someone from the Tribunal, whose lifetime tally of slain Different Races surpassed any number he'd ever encountered. Yet, that individual's aura couldn't compare to the one wielding the Blood Rope he had just seen. The Angelic holy light, to him, felt less potent than that of another individual who seemed to be the Sun incarnate. And there was one who hadn't shown their face, whose oppressive presence he felt was far stronger than his family head's—almost like a Demon King. No wonder he'd heard that after the resurgence of Magic Power, Divine Land's revival progress was much faster than theirs.

Old Meng glanced at John, noticing the young Vampire was terrified.

He didn't bother to explain. He understood that there were many places far more dangerous than the vicinity of the Wenyan Family, even just within Nanwu County. Of course, he had to fear that particular place. For some inexplicable reason, someone who seemed to be his natural counter—an extremely ruthless and merciless individual—lurked there, ready to strike.

Right now, all Old Meng could think about was how, after sending this Little Bat back, he would fleece those Foreigners...

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"Bro, I know you can't stand Old Meng, that Deadly Trickster, but letting him fleece those Foreigners isn't so bad, right? Rest assured, he's been fleeced by Foreigners before. That humiliation is something he'll remember for a lifetime; he definitely won't hold back."

Pei Tugou pursed his lips. He actually hadn't planned to deal a truly fatal blow. That Deadly Trickster probably still had some treasures on him. If he couldn't eliminate him completely, he didn't want to commit murder on his own doorstep.

"Be careful. That Deadly Trickster giving you these things is up to no good. The Power within these items is very strange; it's highly probable they're genuinely Cursed."

"No worries, I sensed it. This thing might be related to the Dragon Clan. I'll ask King Guilong about it later."

"As long as you're aware of what you're dealing with."

Pei Tugou turned and left. After a few steps, he hesitated, then turned back and said, "Thanks for your help with my daughter."

"If you say thanks, you're being too formal. She's like half a daughter to me too."

Pei Tugou vanished into thin air. Wen Yan put his things away, waved his Magic Wand, and restored the opened pathway to its original state.

He took out his phone and checked the time. Perfect, the dead of night. Just the right time to call his dear Minister Cai and give a report. The phone rang more than three times. He knew Minister Cai must have been asleep.

When the call connected, Minister Cai, uncharacteristically, didn't curse. Instead, he asked seriously, "What is it?"

Wen Yan recounted how Old Meng had fled back for his life, bringing a Little Bat with him, and how he had quickly sent Old Meng off to return the person.

Cai Qidong was silent for a moment. "I understand. Well done. He, that Vampire, and the goods must not appear in Divine Land. This entire affair has nothing to do with Divine Land."

"Huh? Has something happened?" Wen Yan keenly sensed a problem.

"The situation has been unstable lately, and maritime transport isn't smooth. Our research indicates that the Spiritual Qi Resurgence has reached its second phase."

"Shouldn't it be the Third Stage?"