Everyone in the Steel Armor Shelter was searching for the gold coin, but no one could have imagined that the gold coin was actually the Butt Maniac. No one would ever connect those two names together.

Divine Son even put a bounty on his head, and even just providing a confirmed clue would earn a hefty reward—the amount was so large that it made Henry Carter envious, wishing he could sell himself to Divine Son for the bounty.

“Consumed primitive green-scaled beast flesh. Primitive gene +1.”

Henry Carter was squatting in the grass, chewing on jerky made from the green-scaled beast, while watching a deep pool not far away.

He now had ninety-one ordinary genes and twenty-six primitive genes, with not a single mutated gene, and still eight sacred genes.

The Bronze-toothed Beast was still evolving slowly, so Henry Carter could only come out to hunt some primitive creatures, hoping to gain some primitive genes.

The sacred palanquin black beetle armor was too conspicuous, so he could only head deeper into the mountains where there were no people, to avoid being discovered and reported to Divine Son.

Fortunately, humans were insignificant in the vast world of the Sanctuary, with countless deep mountains and marshes, and many unexplored areas. Henry Carter could just slip into the mountains, and it would be nearly impossible for anyone to find him.

Just as Henry Carter was staring at the deep pool, he suddenly heard voices in the distance, and his expression changed instantly.

Chapter 12: Who Is the Trash

Soon, Henry Carter saw a young man with tattered clothes and many fresh and old wounds on his body, looking extremely exhausted, walking toward the deep pool.

“Friend, there are iron-toothed crocodiles in that pool over there.” Henry Carter emerged from the grass and called out to the young man from a distance.

He was warning the young man not only because he was afraid the young man would disturb the iron-toothed crocodile and ruin his bait, but also out of kindness.

The young man looked extremely tired, with so many wounds on his body and in poor condition. If he went to the pool to drink water without knowing there were iron-toothed crocodiles inside, he could easily be attacked and killed by one suddenly emerging from the water.

When the young man saw Henry Carter, he was stunned at first, then his face lit up with wild joy. He stared coldly at Henry Carter and asked, “Where is this place? Which direction is the Glory Shelter?”

“Glory Shelter?” Henry Carter was taken aback, giving the young man a strange look as he said, “This is the Teklis Mountains north of the Steel Armor Shelter. I don’t know where the Glory Shelter is.”

“Steel Armor Shelter? I’ve come so far that I’m already in another shelter’s territory?” The young man muttered to himself, then looked up at Henry Carter and almost commanded, “Take me to the shelter.”

Henry Carter frowned slightly. The young man’s tone didn’t sound like he was asking for help at all, so he replied coolly, “If you head south from here and don’t walk too slowly, you’ll reach the shelter before dark. I still have hunting to do, so I won’t accompany you.”

Henry Carter was about to turn and head back into the grass, but unexpectedly, the young man suddenly moved, punching Henry Carter in the back and sending him staggering to the ground, his head hitting a rock and bleeding profusely.

“What are you doing?” Henry Carter stood up clutching his wounded head, turning to glare angrily at the young man.

“You just need to obey me. Stop talking so much nonsense and take me to the shelter.” The young man looked at Henry Carter coldly.

“Screw you.” Henry Carter summoned his bronze crescent spear and, like a venomous snake striking, thrust it at the young man.

“The three-stage basic spear technique taught in integrated education—trash. Even if all my beast souls were destroyed crossing the mountains and marshes, trash like you is no match for me.” The young man glanced at Henry Carter with contempt, raised one hand like a blade, and chopped directly at the bronze crescent spear.

The young man’s hand looked like mutton-fat jade, emitting a strange, jade-like luster. It didn’t look like a human hand at all, but rather like a work of art carved from crystal jade.

Crack!

The bronze crescent spear, formed from the Bronze-toothed Beast’s beast soul, was actually chopped in half by the young man’s hand, as easily as a steel knife slicing through wood.

“Super Nuclear Gene Art!” Henry Carter’s face showed shock, left holding only half a broken spear.

Technology was useless in the world of the Sanctuary, but all kinds of ancient martial arts had unexpected effects here.

After humans acquired various genes, those ancient martial arts that were once like myths actually worked on humans.

But what worked wasn’t the so-called “qi” of qigong, but the power of genes. The stronger your genes, the more effective ancient martial arts became.

Through human research, ancient martial arts could stimulate the potential within genes, like nuclear fusion, unleashing the power hidden in genes and granting humans extraordinary strength. This new form of ancient martial arts was called “Super Nuclear Gene Art.”

However, the cultivation methods of Super Nuclear Gene Art were closely tied to ancient martial arts, with many mysterious and unexplained aspects, and many layers that science could not explain. The methods were mostly monopolized by the upper class, and the more advanced the “Super Nuclear Gene Art,” the harder it was to learn.

Someone like Henry Carter, who only graduated from integrated compulsory education, had no chance to even come into contact with “Super Nuclear Gene Art.”