“Well, what about that? Believe me now?!”
“That’s just one single fissure,” Meng Hao said with disdain. “I’m talking about shattering the earth and making a huge crater. Meng Hao can do that, what about you? Ah, forget about it. I know you can’t.”
“AGGGHHHH! You’re really pissing me off! You really don’t believe!? Dammit! Alright, pay attention. Watch and see whether Lord Fif— er, Meng Hao can do it or not!!” The young man’s eyes were completely bloodshot. There was nothing he hated more than people disbelieving him, nothing dismayed him more than a provocation. He suddenly flew up into the air, then slammed back down into the ground, instantly causing a huge hole to appear.
Meng Hao’s eyes glittered as he looked at the ground in front of him, and then compared it to the vegetation off in the distance.
A moment later, the young man flew out pompously from within the hole.
“Believe me now?!”
“It’s not deep enough,” sighed Meng Hao.
The young man flew into a rage. His body flickered as he once again slammed down into the hole. A huge boom echoed out, and the land quaked. It almost seemed as if the hole would extend all the way down to the center of the planet; in fact, subterranean fire even shot up out of the hole, along with the young man. He glared at Meng Hao; from the look in his eye, if Meng Hao refused to believe him, he was willing to tear a hole all the way through the lands of South Heaven.
Meng Hao coughed lightly.
“Alright, fine, I’m scared. I have a total of ten bags of holding, how many do you want?”
“All ten!”
“Three! I want three!” cried ‘Zhixiang,’ whose eyes glittered brightly.
“Moron! We want ten!”
“You’re the moron!” the big man roared back. “Three is the biggest number! We want three!” It seemed like a fight was about to break out as ‘Zhixiang’ glared at the young man. “You idiot, three bags of holding is a lot! Y-y-you, you want ten? How many is ten? Is it bigger than three, huh?!?!”
“You IDIOT!” howled the young man. “Of course ten is more than three! Three is nothing! We want ten!!”
The big man stared in shock.
Meng Hao sighed, and decided to switch conversation partners.
“Ai, Miss Fellow Daoist, for some reason, I get the feeling that this husband of yours is acting a bit too much like a bully. No matter how you look at him, he definitely seems to be a bully. Bullies like that should really be converted. I really feel sorry for you.” To any other cultivator, these words would be incredibly childish and essentially wouldn’t have convinced anyone. It was so obvious that he wanted to stir up dissension that he might as well just have told them to fight each other directly.
Of course, the big man and the young man didn’t pick up on anything strange at all….
That was especially true of the big man. Once he heard Meng Hao say the word “bully” a few times, his eyes went wide and filled with a vicious gleam.