Crazy! Are You Really A Beast Tamer?-Chapter 449 - 244: Insect Valley and the Sixth Catastrophe!_1

Chapter 449: Chapter 244: Insect Valley and the Sixth Catastrophe!_1

Upon arriving at Lu City, Shui Miao first visited Jingtao Pavilion.

Under Qin Ming’s peculiar gaze, Shui Miao casually flicked the bluish folding fan in his hand, which struck something and ebbed out a pleasing sound.

Then Shui Miao poured himself a cup of hot tea, took a sip, and said,

“Qin Ming, you seem to be enjoying life!”

“This Stacked Cui Snow Milk is so refreshing. It turns into a soft texture once it’s in my throat.”

“I rarely get to drink such fine tea at the other Pavilion Masters’ places in the Outer Realm!”

Upon hearing this, Qin Ming almost choked on his own saliva.

Ever since he discovered the truth about Shui Miao being a Giant Eater, Qin Ming found it difficult to face Shui Miao directly.

This time, Shui Miao did not disguise himself, showing his true face.

Perhaps he was too embarrassed to face Qin Ming in disguise.

Although Shui Miao’s comment was quite straightforward, Qin Ming interpreted a sarcastic undertone to it.

Did the lord feel he was living too lavishly in Jingtao Pavilion?

Impossible!?

Other than enjoying a few good cups of tea, he was more frugal than the rest.

Lao Li, who is in charge of the SiShui Pavilion in the Jia Li Federation, spends nearly as much in a week as Qin Ming does in half a year!

But he never heard the lord say anything to Lao Li.

It couldn’t be because he sent the video to the lord, revealing his true identity.

And hit the lord’s sore spot, could it?

If that was the case, the lord was really holding a grudge!

“If you like Stacked Cui Snow Milk tea, I have four boxes in total, one of which is half empty.”

“I’ll pack the other three boxes for you when you leave!”

At these words, Shui Miao lightly waved his folding fan, and the handle pointed towards the table.

Six jade canisters with hollowed out golden wire designs appeared on the table.

“I know you love tea, but I only drink it occasionally and am not particularly fond of it.”

“Drinking a few sips here at Jingtao Pavilion is enough for me!”

“These six canisters are filled with leaves from the Bee Ant Ten Thousand Nest Tree I picked for you in Insect Valley.”

“You can dry and roast them to make Bug Wood Violet Tea.”

“When you previously accompanied me to Insect Valley to visit the Disaster Insect Palace, because of your disrespectful words to the Sixth Day Disaster Lord, you were stung by the Blade Queen Bee Mother Bee near the statue of the Sixth Day Disaster Lord and infected with bee poison.”

“Once you finish these six cans, the stubborn residual toxicity in your body will be gone!”

Upon hearing Shui Miao’s words, a touch of warmth emerged in Qin Ming’s eyes.

Knowing that Shui Miao went through a lot of trouble to get these six canisters of Bee Ant Ten Thousand Nest Tree leaves for him.

But whenever he thought of his previous trip to Insect Valley, Qin Ming couldn’t help being irritated.

The people at Disaster Insect Palace were extremely overbearing!

The Sixth Day Disaster Lord is said to be the first palace lord of Disaster Insect Palace, but he is a figure from the fifth or sixth Epoch, and he has long since passed away.

All he did was mutter about what kind of person would compare themselves to a disaster. It was simply too arrogant!

The outcome was that a bee resting on the statue stung him directly in the arm.

He tried many ways to get rid of the bee poison, to no avail.

Every few days, he suffered from debilitating headaches as the residual bee poison in his body flared up again, torturing him for two to three hours.

Coming back from each toxic outbreak felt like being resurrected again.

However, even after suffering a big loss in Insect Valley, Qin Ming dared not retaliate against Disaster Insect Palace or speak ill of it behind its back.

As a reclusive power hiding in Insect Valley, Disaster Insect Palace has a strength that even the Ten-thousand Nations Federation feared.

No force that has risen and fallen over the course of history is easy to provoke.

There was once an evil power on par with the Evil Heart Sect, known as the Soul-eating Society.

For the sake of obtaining insect control beasts with special toxic and other properties, the Society set its sights on Disaster Insect Valley.

Within three months, this extremely cruel evil power disappeared from the map of the world, becoming a forgotten piece of history.

“Many thanks, my lord! I’ve learned my lesson from the incident last time, and will watch my tongue to avoid causing you any trouble in the future!”

Upon hearing this, Shui Miao gave Qin Ming a helpless look and thought to himself.

Given the overbearing nature of Disaster Insect Valley, the words Qin Ming spoke under the statue of the Sixth Day Disaster Lord could have been fatal.

The Blade Queen Bee, a special category beast, has an attack method that goes far beyond injecting toxins.

If it had implanted eggs in Qin Ming, he would have died right there under the statue.

Incubating blade caterpillars at the expense of his own body would be his fate.

The people of Disaster Insect Palace showed mercy because he was a formal member of Starwheel.

It is said that the Sixth Day Disaster Lord of Disaster Insect Palace was once a member of Starwheel.

Shui Miao knew this because he had exchanged contributions for two volumes of internal documents from Starwheel.

His understanding was based on the content of these documents.

“You really need to learn to hold your tongue!”

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“If you don’t change this habit of yours, you might lose your life and fortune to your fast mouth one day!”

“You mentioned earlier that you had something to report to me, what is it?”

If Shui Miao had lectured him like this before, Qin Ming would have been resentful.

But after being bitten once, Qin Ming did grow some wisdom.

Qin Ming took Shui Miao’s words to heart.

Qin Ming was well aware that if he got into similar trouble again, Shui Miao might not always be able to save him.