Bai Xuxu

Chapter 159 Moh Tu Wang An Cheng

Yishan Old Man was extremely unwilling. "You! ...I waited a hundred years for the Golden Armored Bear Beast, just to get a live specimen for research, but you killed it, you madman! I want your life!"

The two fought for three days and three nights, and Ming Zhitian and the others waited for the Golden Armored Bear Beast for three days and three nights, but it did not appear. Ming Zhitian knew that it had most likely met with misfortune, but instead, he was met by a little lion.

The little lion carried the piece of cloth that had been torn from Ming Zhitian, sniffing it all the way to track Ming Zhitian. The little lion led him to the cave entrance of the great lion from before.

He saw the great lion lying motionless at the cave entrance, having clearly been dead for several days.

Ming Zhitian stepped forward to examine it and discovered a fist print: "Bai Quan Shi?!"

Ming Zhitian had seen the Mad Old Man use his signature technique, Bai Quan Shi, several times, so he knew what it looked like.

It was estimated that the Mad Old Man accidentally discovered the great lion while searching for him. If the great lion hadn't been kind to him, the Mad Old Man would have captured it long ago, or even if he hadn't captured it, he would have poisoned its heart, leading to its death.

He clenched his fists, his face contorted with ferocity. "Mad Old Man! You wait, one day I will take your life!"

He patted the little lion's head to comfort it. "Follow me from now on, and your name will be Buck. Your father is gone, and I will protect you from now on."

The little lion didn't understand, but it still snuggled into his embrace.

Ming Zhitian spent half a day burying the great lion using the soil of the entire desert, along with the cave:

"This will be your home from now on, Great Lion. Rest assured, leave Buck to me. From now on, I am his home."

After watching the little lion run for two days, Ming Zhitian slept with it until dawn. He opened his eyes. The sunlight was dazzling. He did not neglect his training. He woke the little lion and set off.

It was impossible to return to Gushi Yishan or even Moyue Pavilion, to avoid encountering the Mad Old Man again, which would be disastrous.

He walked south all the way, inquiring about any means of transportation to return to Bieyang City quickly.

Ahead lay a sandstorm and mist. Ming Zhitian walked for half a month without seeing any cities. During this time, he and the little lion ate and slept in the open, drinking the wind when hungry. Although the wind occasionally blew from the southeast, he still went hungry for a day or two. When thirsty, he ate wild fruits, sometimes suffering from diarrhea, but after half a month, he got used to it.

Finally, heaven rewarded his perseverance. Ming Zhitian found half a map on the desert. It vaguely recorded some places in the Northern Desert, but it was far from enough, as he was missing the other half.

He walked for another five or six days and found the other half of the map. This time, it was complete. The map indicated his current location. Walking east for another three days would lead him to Wang An City.

"Huh?" Ming Zhitian saw a message in the corner of the map: "Descendant of Master Lu Ban, Master of Wooden Machinery, An Bozi."

Ming Zhitian pondered for a moment: "Descendant of Master Lu Ban? Master of Wooden Machinery, An Bozi? Got it. Perhaps Master An Bozi can create a means of transportation."

In about three days, Ming Zhitian arrived at Wang An City. It was not as large as he had imagined. On the contrary, it was merely the size of a small village, yet it was called Wang An City.

If not for the faded three large characters "Wang An City," Ming Zhitian would have thought he had come to the wrong place.

Entering Wang An City, all the houses were single-story, and there wasn't even a city wall. How could they dare call it a city?

There were few people coming and going, but there were some street vendors selling food and drink.

Ming Zhitian bought some pancakes and juice, and took the opportunity to ask: "Brother, this doesn't look like a town. Why is it called Wang An City?"

The young man scrutinized him. "You're from out of town, aren't you? This place was formerly called Wang An Village. Three years ago, a city lord came here with countless gold and silver. Then it was renamed Wang An City, but later the city lord died of illness, and the wealth was all scattered. Wang An City then declined to this point."

Ming Zhitian nodded thoughtfully. "So that's how it is. By the way, excuse me, brother, is there a descendant of Master Lu Ban here, known as the Master of Wooden Machinery, named An Bozi?"