America's No.1 Demon Cultivator

On a minibus, Wang Fugui was responsible for driving.

In front of the minibus, there was another car tasked with leading the way.

Wang Fugui, who was looking at his phone, spoke up, "The incident hit the news. I took a look, boss, and it's pretty much as you predicted."

Indeed, after they came out alive last night, Wang Fugui and Zhao Hong started calling Xiu Nuo "boss."

They probably learned it from Jonas.

Xiu Nuo, at that moment, had his eyes closed in the back row to cultivate, in fact, he was digesting the Divine Soul and Essence Blood he had absorbed the night before, but he still asked with a hint of concern, "There won't be any surprises this time, right?"

"Definitely not." Jonas, who was sitting in the front, heard this and couldn't help but remark, "If it weren't for me, those guys would still think they were ripped off, or else, they might be heading to the Bahamas to look for you by now."

The three of them communicated in English, which the two women and Zhao Hong couldn't understand.

However, they didn't say much, just quietly listened.

Jonas hadn't finished speaking. He continued, "I'm thinking I need to change trades when I get back. These idiots are just too brainless."

"What you decide to do doesn't concern me, Jonas, no need to fish for my opinion."

"I have no such intentions, boss!" Jonas quickly clarified.

"Where are we now?" Xiu Nuo asked.

"We'll reach Mexico soon, relax. With me here, not only did we cross the dangerous Guatemala, but also, boss, you won't have to go to a Mexican prison. Although I know you're probably not afraid, I'm sure you wouldn't want to deal with that bunch of backside lovers," Jonas explained, the contempt clear in his tone. Then he pointed at Wang Fugui, "If you were still with him, you would be in for a lot of suffering."

"Oh? Like what, for instance?"

"First off, boss, see that pickup in front of us? Under normal circumstances, how many people might be on it? Wang, could you enlighten us?"

Wang Fugui, with an expression of disdain, still replied, "Thirty people."

"And how far and how long would they have to travel, Mr. Guide?"

"Over three thousand kilometers, about a week," Wang Fugui frowned. "What's your point, Jonas? That's how this journey is made."

"Which is exactly why I'm saying you're really useless."

Wang Fugui retorted discontentedly, "That's because you're an American, and an asshole at that! That's why you can talk so lightly!"

"Nothing can be done. This world is just like that. Birth is more important than choice, and luck is more important than effort, right?" Jonas spread his hands. "Thank the universe I'm an American, and white, and it just so happens, an asshole! Otherwise, right now, instead of sitting in an air-conditioned car, you would be under a sun that could turn you as dark as a ghost, cautiously ready at any moment to pay the Mexican police their 'road toll.' I saved you a lot of money, Wang."

"I am a guide, thank you."

Upon hearing this, Jonas looked over at Xiu Nuo, "See, boss, how despicable these bloodsuckers leeching off the refugees really are."

Xiu Nuo was somewhat curious, "What if they don't pay?"

Jonas shrugged his shoulders, "Getting into prison, they have plenty of ways to make you pay up. Of course, if you keep refusing, they won't hold you forever. Mexican prison beds are as scarce as US border prison beds. If they're in a good mood, they'll throw you out to fend for yourselves; if not, they might send you back to Guatemala, after all, that's where you came from."

"Just that, what those people will turn into is uncertain. But trust me, it's definitely not human, they'll be some kind of commodity."

Wang Fugui quickly added, "If you keep following the group, you don't need to worry about this, at least we can guarantee safety."

But Jonas just rolled his eyes, a look of mockery on his face, "Come on, Wang. Remember the last illegal immigration case? Over a hundred unlucky bastards were crammed into a truck, and by the time they were found, half of them had already suffocated in the cargo container!"

"That was the work of a greedy novice!" Wang Fugui seemed a bit flustered, "Boss, don't listen to his nonsense, this guy just wants to prove his worth. In fact, as long as you have money, after entering Mexico, you can buy a car and drive yourself to the US-Mexico border on the 15 highway along the West Coast."

"Oh, listen to what you're saying, Wang," Jonas chuckled, "I just want to ask, how much luck does one need to retain enough money to buy a car after crossing the Panama rainforest, Honduras, Guatemala? Tell me, Wang, in all your time as a guide, have you seen one person that lucky, so blessed by God?"

Wang Fugui fell somewhat silent.

Indeed, all he talked about was theoretical, and in reality, there was no such lucky person. After all, along the way, from the guides to teammates, from criminals on the road to public officials in every country passed through, everyone wanted to strip you of your gold coins.

Even those with the best of luck couldn't withstand a sufficiently high number of such encounters.

Jonas continued to rub salt in the wound, "Moreover, I must say, our border wall on that side is of pretty high quality, a person alone couldn't hope to climb over. Ah, of course, except the boss— I've seen his skills, but you guys are different."

"Enough!" Wang Fugui snapped back as if something had come to mind, "Not everywhere on your side has a wall!"

"Are you talking about the Sonora Desert? Oh, you really dare to dream, Wang. That's the hottest place in North America. I once sent a disobedient guy there. I drove behind him, do you know how long he lasted before lying on the ground? Three hours! Just three hours was enough!"

"Just last June, they found over fifty mummified corpses there, all desperately dehydrated poor souls drained by you people. But I can responsibly tell you, the annual death toll there is much higher than that. See? The reason there's no wall is simple—it's just not needed!"

"Some have made it through," Wang Fugui insisted, "I know it!"

"May I ask for the numbers?"

"At least the boss would have no problem."

Xiu Nuo had already figured out that the two men weren't arguing over anything but trying to prove their usefulness to him.

However, after hearing so much, Xiu Nuo actually didn't care much about who was more useful.

He was just puzzled about one thing.

If it weren't for his cultivation methods, making it through this journey would depend on sheer determination, incredible luck, and the willingness to endure anything.

Why would someone with such willpower, who could do anything they wanted, choose to suffer like this?

From what he understood over this period, if the path was through chaotic places, it would be one thing, but for those who came from the mystical, distant Eastern land in his memory, what were they after?

He was motivated by the desire to reach the Demon Cultivation Holy Land, but why would normal people from that place take this route?

What prize could be so enticing to ordinary people to make them willing to attempt the journey?

Could it really be just a bunch of idiots?