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Walking through the immensely dense forest, the white boots of the An Ding Peak Lord were now a shade of dark dirt brown. Shang Qinghuas robes were in a disorderly state as the forest winds pushed through them. Adjusting his robes, the idiot didn't realize that if he used both of his hands on the robe, the map being held in his right hand (which gave him all the directions he needed) would fall and so it did. With Qinghuas terrible luck the wind carried the map away into the distant skies. Looking up Qinghua felt saw his map fly away in the wind, almost sure the Gods in the Heavens were cursing him.
"oh shit... my map flew away..." was the last thing airplane bro said before falling into a state of eternal doom..(he just got lost in the extremely large cultivation world)
Wel...l I'm fucked! There is no fucking way I know how to reach my destination without the map...
Cicadas chirped loudly behind the bushes and the trees didn't provide enough shade in the intense summer weather. Qinghua could've summoned his sword and used his power as a cultivator to fly his sword back home, but the dumbass didn't bring it with him. He wanted his travels to be serene and peaceful with no fighting or any type of exhausting action involved...
Cucumber bro would totally laugh at me right now..I can just picture it...him snickering behind his fan...
In despair the man sat down on the nearest bench trying to take deep breaths to calm himself. Taking out his water jug he pressed it towards his lips, his throat parched from the heat that radiated from the summer sun. But, as his luck always showed it was not on his side, Qinghuas jug was taken from his hands before a drop of water could even reach his mouth. In shock the poor man looked around only to see a bright orange monkey swinging from the trees.
"Hehehe.." the monkey chanted over and over again with the water jug in his hand, it almost looked as if the monkey was sneering down at him.
"You..YOU STUPID FUCKING ANIMAL!!! GIVE IT BACK!" The An Ding Peak master's eyes were an intense shade of red and his palms dripped with sweat. It was as if his day couldn't get any worse.
The monkey just sneered even more, its orange fur pressing together in its small face as he swung away holding the vines of the trees with ease but carefully enough not to drop the jug of water.
Surely...Surely...It cannot get any worse than this......I'm positive My King or Cucumber Bro will realize I'm missing at one point and come looking for me......hopefully..?...