CHAPTER 410: CHAPTER 408: DIRECTOR, PAIN, AND FAKE LEAVE!

"Good words from Master Lucky Fox!"

"However, could you first take a look at the blueprint regarding the custom warhammer? I need to report back soon and get the model confirmed as early as possible."

Listening to Master Lucky Fox talk about "swinging lingo," the Monkey King showed a hint of helplessness and a mix of amusement and resignation.

For spirit beasts categorized under [Human Society Specialization Type], the existence of Master Lucky Fox balances the convenience of human society specialization with the normal Physique-strengthened spirit beast’s wild and formidable might, capable of shattering heaven and earth with one hammer.

Though Master Lucky Fox hasn’t gone for a physical check-up.

But according to Principal Li, Master Lucky Fox’s strength is deemed [Territory Level], meaning he can shake off the constraints of regions and territories, fly nationwide, and when parachuting from a plane, can decisively defeat fierce creatures.

Of course, the biological classification in the study of Spiritual Particles doesn’t just look at a spirit beast’s strength but involves more detailed distinctions that require genetic testing for definitive conclusions.

However, for spirit beasts like Master Lucky Fox who brim with love, friendliness, and hope, the Security Bureau is particularly fond of them, and under Li Wenkang’s persuasion, decided to customize a warhammer to reward Master Lucky Fox’s outstanding performance.

The backpack contained documents including contracts for purchasing luxury homes and cars.

But if really discussed in terms of value.

The warhammer blueprint presented by the Security Bureau is actually the most valuable among all items, and also one of the forefront research results in the field of Spiritual Particle Materials at the [Imperial Capital Research Institute of the School of Mechanics and Materials].

Master Lucky Fox’s contribution is worth a few prominent individuals like Li from the research room manually crafting Spiritual Particle Metal.

"As for the new hammer, you should’ve picked up the fragments of my old hammer while cleaning up the battlefield, right?"

"As a nostalgic old fox, just cast it according to the original shock-absorbing hammer’s size and weight!" Ansheng thought for a moment and continued speaking:

"Now it’s just a few days away from Mid-Autumn Festival; do you have arrangements to go to the Sky Pit and sort out those spirit beasts?"

In the battle with Bianchi, both of Master Lucky Fox’s hammers got damaged because they exceeded their limits, even though the warhammer is merely a power carrier; Master Lucky Fox’s strength remains at the Five-tail level regardless of having them or not.

But the significance of the weapon lies in the convenience it offers the user to swiftly battle enemies.

With the hammer damaged, Master Lucky Fox’s small stature prevents him from desiring close combat with spirit beasts.

However, the backpack earlier contained a receipt, and the truck brought the new energy warhammer.

There are two new energy warhammers in total, and once broken, the material company will complete the fuel assembly and ship them to Chang’an City.

Hammer delivery confirmed.

Master Lucky Fox hopes to gain some Wish Power Value before the Mid-Autumn Festival, evolving into a Six-tailed Fox.

"Ba Mountain Sky Pit?" The Monkey King, hearing this, slightly lowered his voice and said: "There were original plans for operations, but the terrain inside the Sky Pit is complex. Li Xiao said that the thing there is somewhat sinister and requires new weapons from the Imperial Capital for targeted capture, with safety as the priority."

The Sky Pit has the terrain of a primitive forest, along with caves and underground rivers.

The thing, though not primordial, judging from its attitude towards drones, likely possesses considerable intelligence.

Li Wenkang doesn’t doubt Master Lucky Fox’s strength.

But neither does he overestimate that thing’s morality; if it can’t be beaten, it would undoubtedly rely on its familiarity with the terrain to escape.

"Then do you have any notoriously brutal, violent, unmanageable spirit beasts, ones that seem to have a muscle spasm with each step, to introduce to me? I’ll go and make friends with them." Ansheng queried the Monkey King with a contemplative expression.

"Yes, but they are kept in slightly special locations. If Master Lucky Fox is willing to befriend them, we can bring them out...." The Monkey King responded without a second thought, bursting out with absolute confidence and a smile:

"The reason you don’t see spirit beasts in Chang’an City is because we have always been...."

"Hold on...."

Originally listening to the Monkey King talk, Ansheng’s little fox ears twitched slightly as if he heard something, furrowing his brow, asking the Monkey King to hold off while he carefully listened.

"Where’s the food!"

"Didn’t you say there’d be meals?"

"Your butt reeks! Get away!"

"If he’s climbing, why do you think you don’t have to?"

A series of small yet irritable voices carried over from the distant valley to Master Lucky Fox’s ears.

"Holy cow! There’s a bull!" Suddenly, a sharp shout from a young girl echoed through the valley: "Quick! Get up the tree!"

"Aqing! Where are you! Come save us! Lingren, hurry and help the classmates secure the rope!"

Heading upstream in the valley, a strange bull with a completely white hairless body stomped through the stream, its muscles robust and bulging like it’s been drugged.

Most strikingly, it had a pair of horns on its head like official caps, positioned on both sides, with a straight horn similar to a rhino’s protruding from the center of its forehead.

Weighing well over two tons, the white bull snorted angrily.

Seeing a girl in front standing in the stream pounding a steel rod with her pants rolled up, the white bull extended its thick pink tongue from above, taking a lick at the female classmate’s neck and cheek, then lowered its head to sniff her all over, immediately frowning deeply before swinging its nasal horn knocking her down.

The female classmate, like granted amnesty, quickly crawled away.

When encountering wild animals, one mustn’t panic but carefully observe their behavior.

Making large movements at close range might provoke the beast’s stress reaction or arouse its ferocity.

If far enough away, then... better run swiftly.

"Bah! Not a hint of saltiness, full of stench and foul smell, where’s the food? They promised meals!"

Heeding the girl’s warning, classmates in the valley clung to the cliff using ropes, fear painted across their faces as they watched the white bull.

The white bull raised its head, let out a "moo," questioning the people hanging on the cliff.

It had heard from its mates in the forest that there were humans here doing charity, feeding the forest brothers.

After trekking over a hundred miles, not mentioning meals, now there’s not even a pinch of salt.

The white bull felt deceived and now incredibly angry.

"Hurry up..."

Seeing the creature suspected to be a spirit beast, the agriculture class advisor bravely approached the stream, helped up the girl who’d just been knocked down by the bull, and started to retreat.

"Advisor..."

The girl being helped up looked weakly at the advisor and said: "I... might not make it, could you play me ’Young and Lost’?"

"Speak plainly."

"Advisor, hurt, fake..." the girl weakly said: "I want to see how mom’s second birth is doing before I die..."

"Your mom gave birth last year, just before National Day, prematurely, so it’s too late; pick another leave reason." The advisor, backing away with the girl, remarked.

"Then my dad’s cheating, I’m going back for the bust." The girl asserted confidently.

"Your dad divorced your mom just before New Year’s Day last year." The advisor delivered her to the cliff ropes and, without looking back, headed towards the valley to rescue other students.

A few days before a festival.

Students’ leave reasons are colorful, including some philosophical brothers reciting poetry about the struggles of their generation to the advisor, declaring his hardships.

In short, forgetfulness earlier, mid muddle, regardless of the later claims, summarizing as advisor, suffer, fake, dorm taking off.

Or whatever the case, talk to my 12306!

"Bull? Where’s the big buffalo?"

While picking sweet fruits for Little An, Aqing’s head emerged from the grass and ran towards the valley.