Rabbit who kept suffering and cultivating together with a certain person felt a little awed. Apparently, when they tackled sword arrays at the start, Fatty was a weakling who couldn’t even pass through the first level and whose loud screams from being chased by the sword qi in the array could be heard over all ten arrays. Just a few years ago, he had secretly pitied this Brother Fatty, because when his own cultivation was increasing very quickly under Great Immortal Lonemoon’s forced trainings while he stayed at the same level the whole time. Rabbit thought it was too pitiful.

　　When Rabbit rose to ninth grade, Fatty was in a low-level sword array; when it was at tenth grade, he was in a low-level sword array; when it reached the eleventh grade, he was… was still in a low-level sword array. At first, he thought that this Brother Fatty really had no talent for cultivation and would probably spend his whole life fighting for his life in sword arrays. Yet when he came out of the sword arrays, events suddenly took a huge turn.

　　When Fatty studied mental cultivation, Rabbit was at eleventh grade; when he studied talisman cultivation, Rabbit was still at eleventh grade; when he studied elixir cultivation, Rabbit was still… still at eleventh grade. Finally, there came one day when he woke up in the morning and realized that Fatty actually became a Soul Formation cultivation somehow. The aura on him was so strong that he even felt a bit hard to breathe.

　　Rabbit even doubted that he was under some spell, such that he slept through such a big matter. Otherwise, why did Brother Fatty go through a great leap over the night, when he not only didn’t notice it at all but didn’t even hear the sounds of tribulation lightning?

　　In a mere several years, Brother Fatty had mastered all four skills of elixirs, talismans, arrays and Dharma artifacts, and all five mental cultivation of Metal, Wood, Water, Fire and Earth. Besides, in every one of them he was top notch in the entire cultivators’ world.

　　As a lower realm cultivator, Fatty had pretty much nothing left to learn besides sword dharma. Above his level, there was only immortal cultivation. Rabbit felt that he was shocked.

　　Fortunately, however great he was, he still lived under the shadow of Great Immortal Lonemoon. Thinking about this, he suddenly felt alright!

　　╮(╯▽╰)╭

　　Therefore, when Fatty could finally graduate, Father Niu arranged for the first graduation exam: to make a hundred spirit swords, to repay his debt!

　　He simply had to make up for those flying swords that he wasted early on! Oh yeah, all the materials for practicing when Fatty was learning about elixirs, talismans, arrays and dharma artifacts were all billed, so that they could be paid later on as a study loan of sorts.

　　It was under such conditions of negative assets that Fatty managed to turn, with only several years of cultivation, from a fat man of more than 100 kilos, to… a big fat man of more than 150 kilos!

　　Lonemoon: “…”

　　Yi Qing: “…”

　　Shen Ying: “…”

　　That’s right, he got even fatter! At the beginning, he already looked like a ball. Ever since he ascended to Soul Formation, he directly upgraded into a hot-air balloon, except it could not be blown away by wind. Even Lonemoon couldn’t understand, that with him being under grain liberation for all these years, only eating several carrots from rabbit in the early stage, but not even drinking much water in the later stage, how did he manage to inflate himself?

　　Perhaps because Lonemoon gave too much homework, even Fatty’s speed of weapon refinement achieved a substantial leap. Besides, flying swords, unlike dharma artifacts, were easy to make even if one’s cultivation level was high. Therefore, his progress was fast.

　　It was a pity that before Fatty had finished his homework, someone came to his door first.

　　A loud bang was suddenly heard, breaking the silence in the Southern Land. Immediately, many light rays of spells shone from the direction of the spirit river, bringing with it a series of thundering sounds. Vaguely, a few familiar auras came with it.

　　Fatty was working hard on weapon refinement. His hand shook, and his face darkened. He turned to look out of the room, and the flying sword which was about to form in his hand suddenly broke, becoming a wasted piece of steel. “Master, just now that was…”

　　“Yup.” Lonemoon frowned. He looked down at the broken sword on the ground, and then silently, he took up his calligraphy to add a line on his small notebook. “Ten spirit stones for the material of this sword.

　　“…” Even this is counted!

　　Σ(°△°|||)

　　“Great Immortal! Great Immortal!” Rabbit ran over in a rush and said anxiously, “It’s no good. Many high-level cultivators suddenly came to the entrance of the Southern Land. They’ve already surrounded the outside. They… they are destroying the spirit river!”

　　“Hmm.” Lonemoon nodded. “It’s about time.” When Shen Ying secretly took Yi Qing out to buy food at immortal city Bian, they were already discovered by Divine Imperial Sect. It was only a matter of time before they came looking for them in the Southern Land. The reason that there had been no movement over these years was probably that they kept thinking about a way to enter the Southern Land.

　　“Master…” Master turned towards Lonemoon with a heavy expression and some pleading look.

　　“Go! Settle it yourself.” Lonemoon didn’t stop him. This little cheat Fatty had long reached the late stage of Soul Formation over these years, showed no signs of Immortal Ascension for a long time. Those experiences in the past became a knot in his heart after all. Now, it was the time that the knot can be untied.

　　Fatty’s eyes brightened, and his expression became even firmer. He put down the broken sword in his hand, took a step backwards, before cupping his fist and bowing down at Lonemoon very respectfully. He said very sincerely, “Thank you very much, Master!”

　　He kowtowed three times, and the aura over him was immediately different. In just an instant, it seemed that he had kept all his gentleness and humbleness on ordinary days, and his sharp edges gleamed like a sword being pulled out of its sheath. This was what a Soul Formation Supremacy should really be like.

　　“Huh? Brother Fatty, are you going to deal with those people alone?” Rabbit who didn’t know the truth said with some concern. “Those cultivators are too many. The little demons had reported that there were several dozens of Soul Formation cultivators alone!” With Fatty on his own, aren’t Great Immortal and his friends… gonna help?

　　“Brother Rabbit, I’ve bothered you to take care of me these days.” Fatty smiled at him, and without further explanation, he turned to walk out of the door.

　　Rabbit looked at his figure going away, and then at Lonemoon. His eyes turned with some confusion. After a long while, he gritted his teeth, pulled Fatty and said loudly, “Wait! Brother Fatty, I’m going with you!”

　　Fatty was stunned. “Brother Rabbit, this matter has nothing to do with you, you don’t have to…”

　　“We are brothers who get beaten… uh, eat carrots together. How can I see you go risk yourself and do nothing!” Rabbit patted his chest and said in all righteousness, “Besides that, how do those people dare to invade my Southern Land? Did they think me, a twelfth-level demon king, is to be bullied?!” Over these years, it’s not like he did nothing but cultivation. At least he united the whole Southern Land, and became a real Myriad Demon King… With his talking skills, of course!

　　“Brother Rabbit…” Fatty looked very touched. He hesitated for a second, before nodding. “Okay, we brothers will go together!”

　　“Yup! I will gather the demon army right now!”

　　Only then did the two walk out together, their looks firm and their hearts brave. The scene had a tragic beauty of heroes leaving for war, until Lonemoon suddenly spoke,

　　“After you come back from fighting, you still have to submit your homework. Same for Rabbit.”

　　Clang!

　　The man and the rabbit both stumbled and almost fell.

　　In the next instant, they stood up straight once again, sped up their footsteps and ran away rapidly, pretending not to hear.

　　Oh! Friendship…