Spare Me, Great Lord!

It was a well known fact that the Koh Chang remains would be perilous. But no one anticipated that it turned out to be a catastrophe for low-level Practitioners due to the sheer number of gargoyles.

Crevices were forming on the black stones following Lu Shu’s trail. But his Corpsedog would immediately stab the gargoyles within, to the death before they managed to break out of the eggs…

Lu Shu suddenly felt like he was inside Journey To The West, where things could jump out from rocks every now and then. Haha, Monkey King, what a fantastic being…

His pace was slow, so as to allow enough time for him to spot any resources in the region. He had indeed discovered an ancient broken magical weapon in the rock crack.

Despite losing its function, the rich Spirit Qi in the remains had gifted the weapon intense energy flows. It was the favorite food of the divine water.

If there were more of such weapons here, he would not need to spend a fortune on developing his golden water anymore, Lu Shu thought expectantly.

In the meantime, he heard footsteps approaching from behind. Quickly packing everything up before it was seen, Lu Shu turned around but was shocked at once and stunned the other person as well!

It was Meng Jingchan, together with around seventeen strangers. There were whites, blacks and a few Asians.

How did such a hodgepodge form in the first place? The reason was clear, though. Everyone was forced to join forces with one another so as to maximize their own chances of surviving in such a hellish place…

Lu Shu’s appearance brought a sense of security to Meng Jingchan, the sole Chinese in the team thus far. Casting his “weak” capabilities aside, it was still great to see him around.

“Are you all by yourself, Lu Mu?” Meng Jingchan hastened her steps and showed no attempt to hide her surprise, “Did you see anyone else? It seems that there’s an expert ahead who killed the gargoyles along the way.”

Lu Shu mused and pondered for a safe reply. After a long moment, he said, “They were already dead when I came. But I didn’t see anyone.”

Meng Jingchan was puzzled by his response. Unmistakably, Lu Shu was leading Lu Xiaoyu to the inner areas of Koh Chang earlier, which gave her the impression that Lu Shu was possibly a pro.

Thus, she had a hunch upon meeting Lu Shu that those gargoyles were all killed by him!

However, anyone that had dealt with gargoyles were well aware of how tough they were. Thus, one had to be overwhelmingly powerful in order to nip them in the bud.

Since Lu Shu had no intentions to reveal anything else, Meng Jingchan cleverly asked no more questions. She had to get her attitude right if she was determined to work with Lu Shu.

As an individual Practitioner all along, Meng Jingchan had the choice to join Chinese Practitioners organizations overseas. But the development of such groups were always suppressed by native associations and left little benefits to their members anyway.

In the past, she used to have high expectations of life abroad, including a high reputation in education, economy and technology. But now, it seemed that nowhere could be compared to one’s home. At the very least, she did not have to fight for her survival.

Actually, she had plans to return to China, but her main concern was the welfare received by Chinese Practitioners locally. Moreover, she could not decide which organization Lu Shu belonged to. Could it be the Heavenly Network? Unlikely. In her impression, their members were serious and dependable. But Lu Shu was almost the antonym…

In fact, a meeting with Li Yixiao would probably have changed her mind straightaway…

A person walked up from behind and asked in English, “Is this your friend, Meng? What Class?”

Meng Jingchan smiled, “Yes, he is. He is a Class E, strength type.”

They were expecting him to be the secret expert, but ended up being quite disappointed. However, it seemed totally understandable given his young age.

Lu Shu noticed that the team seemed to be following a white man’s lead. Meng Jingchan whispered to him, “He’s from the Phoenix Society, Class D, strength type. Quite an MVP in our battle with the gargoyles.”

It was unsurprising. Strength-type Metahumans’ speed and strength outperformed those of the gargoyles’ and rendered them more useful than their elemental-type counterparts.

Suddenly, Lu Shu frowned at a short black girl who appeared to be fawning on the white leader.

Meng Jingchan shot a glance at Lu Shu, “A Metahuman from the south of North America. You may not know it but there are quite a few females like her, who are willing to exchange other things for cultivation resources instead of getting them on their own.”

It was rather obvious what trade they were in. Although he disapproved of the situation, Lu Shu decided to hold his judgment, as everyone had the right to choose how he or she lived their own lives.

Many who shape their mentality with numerous socially accepted norms still led a miserable life. Let us just say, people have their own fates.

But then, a sudden thought struck Meng Jingchan, was she not trying to seek help from Lu Shu as well, although she was unwilling to lower herself like that girl. Thus, she hoped Lu Shu did not get the wrong meaning.

She studied Lu Shu’s facial expressions carefully, only to see his pure, innocent eyes, without any misunderstanding.

Before the white leader introduced himself, he asked in English in a condescending manner, “Do you have any new discoveries here?”

Lu Shu gave him a wide grin, “Thank you.”

“From Evan Walsh’s distress, +299…”

Did you understand me before you said thank you?! What are you thanking me for? Idiot!

Evan Walsh’s face darkened. He enjoyed being the center of attention and admiration. In fact, he was only a greenhorn in the Phoenix Society, not a pro. But inside the remains, not only were his peak-Class D abilities considered one of the top among unaffiliated Practitioners, there were also girls throwing themselves at him for protection.

He had heard about it from senior members in the Society. Due to their monopoly of all remains in the US, many individual Practitioner girls had to obey the secret rules in exchange for a ticket into the remains.

Actually, they were not forced. Many girls were practical, and they were willing to worship the strong. Faithful heroes only existed on the screen, and many Metahumans would never refuse willing girls.

Affairs between Metahumans and super models had long since become the most popular gossips in the West.

In the meantime, Evan Walsh had given up on his conversation with Lu Shu due to the language barrier. A mere Class E was too weak to pique his interest.