“You want me—a dignified Rank 8 Mid Grand Elder of the Star-Beast Tamer Sect—to put on a yellow vest and fly behind a Void Whale’s backside with a poop shovel?!”
Inside Cage #01 on Platform #4, Elder Wan Shou gripped the elastic iron bars with both hands and roared so loudly that the soap cone on top of his head flew off and splattered against the ceiling.
“Kill me right now, Pei Xuan!” Elder Wan Shou puffed out his skinny chest in his soggy white underwear, trying to look like a martyr of the immortal path. “Chop off my head and scatter my soul! Even if my body is crushed into space dust, an elder of the Star-Beast Tamer Sect will never bow his head to shovel beast dung for a bunch of mud-legged farmers! Disciples of the Beast-Tamer Sect—tell this demon bookkeeper that we would rather starve to death in these cages than touch a single shovel!”
“Well said, Elder Wan!” Little Boss Hu shouted loyally from Cage #02—before his stomach let out a hollow, echoing GROOOOOOOOWL that sounded like a dying tractor engine.
For the past two months of marching through the barren outer belts to ambush System #15, Elder Wan Shou had kept all twenty thousand disciples on strict half-rations of dry, sawdust-tasting Low-Grade Fasting Pills to save money on ship supplies. And just five minutes ago, every single disciple had inhaled a big lungful of Old Guo’s Five-Spice Pork-Bone & Mutton-Cabbage Steam, which had woken up…
