[Fantasy] Toothless Zombie (Complete) - 7

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Chapter Six: The Refining Cauldron

"What exactly is that small black cauldron?"

Lanling closed his eyes, his mind completely absorbed by this question, utterly forgetting his predicament.

When Beatrice's body pressed against him, her fleshy wings tightly enveloping him, Lanling was briefly startled, then immediately overjoyed, thinking, "Damn it, the effect I've been hoping for has appeared so quickly!"

Lanling's male body was like a drug, making Beatrice instantly lose control after touching him. The last shred of reason she could hold onto vanished instantly; all she wanted was to demand, demand, and demand again…

Lanling didn't forget that he was playing the role of Beatrice's submissive slave, so he feigned surprise, saying, "Master…"

He made some struggling movements, but after those movements, his hands wrapped around Beatrice's shoulders, and his legs coiled around her waist, as if afraid Beatrice would change her mind.

Beatrice's movements were clumsy; she only knew to frantically suck on Lanling's bare chest, her hands frantically tearing at his clothes. Unfortunately, in her lust, Beatrice's strength was like that of an ordinary woman, unable to tear Lanling's sturdy leather jacket.

Lanling was terrified of this woman's madness at times like this; he didn't want to waste time searching for clothes while naked.

So, Lanling pretended to be very reluctant and chose the most cooperative method. Without Beatrice having to exert any effort, he quickly unzipped his pants, exposing his chest and pulling them down to his knees, then sprawled out in a wide-open position, displaying a shameless "Come on, I welcome your rape" posture.

Compared to last time, Beatrice was much more skilled.

At least, when she caught Lanling's treasure, she wouldn't force it into his lower body like last time, regardless of whether it was hard or limp...

Lanling, already mentally prepared, grasped Beatrice's trembling breasts with both hands, indulging his desires to the fullest, yet remaining clear-headed. He bent his legs, preparing to take the initiative during sex, ready to replenish his energy.

After indulging his desires, Lanling was still unsure whether Beatrice's fox spirit techniques were as effective as he imagined. After all, Beatrice's existence was outside Lanling's comprehension, and he himself wasn't sure what would happen if such a "hybrid demoness" practiced fox spirit techniques.

Although Beatrice's performance matched Lanling's initial expectations, at this critical moment, Lanling had to treat this matter with a hundred times the seriousness.

Eager to gain pleasure, Beatrice didn't do anything futile. Instead, she groped Lanling's lower abdomen, quickly moving downwards, and grabbed Lanling's already swollen lower body. Then, with longing in his eyes, he gripped the massive member, lifted his lower body, moved it slightly upward, and forcefully sat down…

In that brief moment, Beatrice's secret place was already warm and moist, swallowing the massive member as if it were lubricated, without any resistance. Lanling only felt a stimulating tightness, and in a moment, his entire lower body was passively inside Beatrice's body.

The desire for fullness made Beatrice let out a soft moan, her sexy red lips parted and remained closed for a long time, as if she was wholeheartedly enjoying this moment of pleasure.

Before Beatrice could move again, Lanling's hands had already moved from her large breasts to her waist, gripping them tightly, lifting Beatrice's body slightly upward, and then pulling down forcefully, his lower body suddenly thrusting upward…

Ah…

Beatrice's body lost its balance and suddenly fell down, her hands frantically grabbing Lanling's strong pectoral muscles. Lanling's attack had just caught her off guard, reaching the deepest point, making her whole body go limp, her beautiful eyes overflowing with desire.

As Lanling employed his unique technique of absorbing and replenishing essence, the enormous object deeply embedded in Beatrice's body greedily sucked at the yin essence she had accumulated using the fox spirit's cultivation methods, like a giant dragon drawing water.

The fresh human blood Beatrice had just absorbed had already been used to extract its essence through the fox spirit's techniques, and her body had just begun to benefit. However, she hadn't expected that she was merely a pawn, her essence going to Lanling.

If Lanling hadn't been completely drained of energy, which also affected the execution of his technique, he was absolutely certain that with that one thrust, he could have obtained everything he wanted. Having

succeeded in one move, Lanling gave Beatrice no chance. He grabbed her plump buttocks with both hands, forcefully lifting and lowering her, launching a most ferocious attack from below.

*Slap slap…

* The sounds of flesh colliding were mixed with the gurgling of water, and glistening liquid continuously overflowed from the point where Lanling and Beatrice's bodies were joined.

The fox spirit's cultivation methods had made Beatrice's body exceptionally sensitive, and Lanling's vigorous conquest gave her unprecedented pleasure.

Lanling taught her the cultivation techniques of a fox spirit, but not the other incantations for how fox spirits use these techniques—the methods for absorbing male essence through this technique.

Normally, a fox spirit practicing this technique would naturally generate a suction force during intercourse, absorbing essence from a man.

However, this novice, Beatrice, not only lacked this automatic absorption ability, but even as her body experienced intense pleasure, she was unable to use the vampire's techniques, becoming a passive, submissive object, what Lanling called a "cauldron"!

"Mmm…"

Beatrice groaned intensely, her body completely limp against Lanling's, her fingers digging into his pectoral muscles. Her large breasts trembled and rubbed against Lanling's body with each thrust, fueling his lust and making his thrusts even more violent.

Beatrice's two fleshy wings drooped limply to the ground, a faint red glow swirling around them and flowing towards her body, wave after wave, down to her lower abdomen.

Ah…

As Lanling thrust deeper and harder, an intense wave of pleasure surged through Beatrice's body, pushing her senses to a peak. With a long moan, Beatrice, as if in a final burst of energy, forcefully lowered her buttocks, meeting Lanling's thrusts.

Moments later, her legs clamped tightly together, her whole body tensed, her lips parted, and her eyes became hazy and watery—her first orgasm had arrived.

Lanling gave her no chance, taking advantage of her orgasm to intensify his thrusts.

At the same time, Lanling's hands, gripping Beatrice's buttocks, gently pulled them apart, exposing her alluring anus to the air…

As the art of sexual cultivation reached its climax, Lanling gritted his teeth, breathing heavily as he thrust even harder, reaching upwards.

Furthermore, Lanling's fingers traced the point where their bodies were joined, coating his middle finger with the slippery spring water, and began to rub against Beatrice's delicate anus.

That place was undoubtedly one of the most sensitive areas of the body. Lanling's actions made Beatrice's body tense even more; her anus instinctively contracted, a mixture of fear and a desire to escape, yet an irresistible urge to relinquish the exquisite pleasure that was stirring her soul.

The moment Lanling penetrated deeper, his slippery spring water-covered index finger suddenly pierced into her anus. The surrounding soft, wrinkled flesh instinctively contracted, like a small mouth tightly sucking Lanling's finger inside.

Pain…

or perhaps not pain… it was a strange sensation. Beatrice felt her body suddenly become several times more sensitive; the pleasure she could previously bear was now enough to push her to the peak of climax.

Lanling sighed, feeling much more relaxed. The cultivation had been successful, which meant his plan was correct.

When he drained Beatrice's yin essence, her pretty face, which was flushed with satisfaction, became even paler, and her previously strong and powerful breathing became as thin as a thread.

Lanling hurriedly stopped his cultivation, leaving a small amount of yin essence in Beatrice's body. As the saying goes, a slow and steady approach is best; Lanling didn't want to completely drain this vessel.

After the cultivation, Lanling focused intently on sex, enjoying its pleasure.

Although Beatrice was weak and limp, she still tried her best, her lower body moving slightly but actively responding.

Lanling lifted her upper body, gently sucking on Beatrice's tender pink nipples, the perfect pressure eliciting continuous moans from her.

For a long time…

only the sounds of flesh colliding and Beatrice's intermittent, weak moans could be heard.

Finally, with a muffled groan from Lanling, the battle ended, he released his desire, and Beatrice trembled uncontrollably from the hot, scalding flow.

A long time passed.

Beatrice opened her eyes. When she realized she was on top of Lanling, her breasts pressed against his chin, and their lower bodies even joined together, she jerked to get up. But as soon as she moved, she felt dizzy and fell back onto Lanling.

Lanling, at this moment, was digesting the yin essence he had absorbed from Beatrice with his eyes closed. On the surface, he appeared exhausted and asleep, but inwardly he was astonished. Still using his hands? How could he possibly enjoy that? [Forum reputation guaranteed! 3D male masturbator anime virgin real-life sex toy highly realistic genital shape! Inhaling and exhaling rhythmically, irresistible! Click to enter]

The yin essence gathered by Beatrice's fox spirit cultivation technique was different from what Lanling had previously absorbed from Nv Yue.

The energy was particularly different in its attributes, possessing a trace of the zombie's essence, while the majority was of a type Lanling had never encountered before. However, this experience confirmed one thing for Lanling: the most fundamental energy of this "hybrid banshee" actually originated from a zombie…

But this energy was no less powerful than the primordial yin demonic energy he had obtained when he broke Beatrice's virginity. It seemed to be the effect of the fox spirit's cultivation technique. Having obtained this energy, Lanling felt invigorated. Because Beatrice's energy source had zombie attributes, it was of great help to Lanling. It seemed that with prolonged cultivation, he might be able to regain his energy and gradually reach his previous level. This gain further solidified Lanling's determination to use Beatrice as his cultivation vessel.

Lanling outwardly appeared to be asleep with his eyes closed, sparing Beatrice much embarrassment. She struggled to move her body, and as she left Lanling's body, she subconsciously glanced at Lanling's lower body. The viscous, milky-white liquid instantly turned Beatrice's pale face red, filling her with immense shame.

She staggered back to the stone platform, sat down, and circulated her energy, trying to quickly change her current feeling of weakness. However, the result surprised her greatly; her energy was intermittent and insufficient, far worse than after practicing the "Iron Shirt" technique.

After pondering for a while, Beatrice realized that the inexplicably strong sexual desire in her body might have made her forget about the essence of replenishment, engaging only in simple sexual intercourse. This result was probably the feeling of exhaustion.

Thinking that she had gained nothing, simply having sex with that despicable man because of physical needs, Beatrice felt nauseous… After a moment, Beatrice glared fiercely at Lanling, who was still lying on the ground, and began practicing the "Iron Shirt" technique, which she had just tasted success with.

After Lanling had fully digested the energy he had absorbed, he opened his eyes and looked at the cross-legged Beatrice. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself. Goodness, it seems this woman is determined to be his vessel. Haha, no one needs to urge her; she's already eager to practice the fox spirit's techniques.

After a while, Bilisi opened her eyes and saw Lanling leaning against a stone pillar, staring at her with a flickering gaze. She felt a pang of embarrassment and subconsciously tightened the tattered cloth wrapped around her.

When she noticed the leather jacket Lanling was wearing, she felt a surge of anger. That damned guy only knew to get himself such a beautiful outfit, but didn't even think to get her one too.

"Master, you're awake."

Lanling got up and ran to Bilisi, his face full of ingratiating smiles. However, he had forgotten to straighten his clothes, so they were still in the state they had been in when Bilisi raped him. The zipper of his shirt was completely open, revealing his muscular physique, and the opening of his pants was agape, his limp member still exposed.

When Beatrice saw Lanling running towards her, especially noticing how that horrible thing swayed back and forth as he ran, she was filled with disgust. A flush of anger rose on her pretty face, and she snapped, "Put your clothes on!"

Lanling then noticed his lewd attire and hurriedly straightened himself, forcing an embarrassed smile.

"Now, you can explain to me why you were out for so long, and why you brought that kind of guy with you!"

Beatrice said, asserting her authority as a mistress.

Lanling hastily began his prepared speech: "Master, I...I've never bought blood plasma before...I searched for a long time before finding a hospital that was still open and where I could buy blood plasma...When I left, that guy held me at knifepoint, trying to rob me. I was afraid...afraid he'd kill me, so I lied to him and brought him here. I knew you could save me..."

Lanling's cowardly demeanor only fueled Beatrice's disgust. She cursed inwardly, "This damned guy, he has a strong physique, but a cowardly heart...robbery?" This guy must be the first vampire to be robbed by an ordinary person.

Thinking this, Beatrice couldn't help but feel puzzled. Her awakened consciousness told her that it would take a month for a vampire descendant who had undergone the Embrace to develop vampire physical characteristics, such as fangs and fleshy wings. Could it be that only after these physical characteristics appeared would they develop the power expected of a vampire descendant?

Lanling keenly noticed the suspicion flashing in Beatrice's eyes and secretly wondered what he had done wrong to arouse this "hybrid witch's" suspicion.

To change the subject and divert Beatrice's attention, Lanling reluctantly took out a bag of blood plasma and presented it to Beatrice like a treasure, saying, "Master, here's the blood plasma you requested."

Although Beatrice had already consumed fresh human blood, the weakness she felt after the indulgence made her think it was due to her physical exhaustion. For vampires, blood was the source of power, and nothing could dispel the weakness of a vampire like blood plasma.

"Hmm."

Beatrice nodded, grabbed the blood plasma, and bit open the bag in front of Lanling, gulping it down.

Compared to the fresh human blood Beatrice was used to, this bag of blood plasma, which Lanling had emphasized didn't require high quality, was incredibly difficult to swallow. However, to replenish her strength, Beatrice still frowned and gulped it down.

Lanling watched from the side, swallowing hard with envy…

Beatrice tossed the empty bag aside, hesitated for a moment, and frowned as she asked, "Is there any more?"

Damn it!

I managed to save up a bag, and I even drank half of it. How could I give you the other half?

Lanling hurriedly shook his head and said, "No more. I didn't expect blood plasma to be so ridiculously expensive now. The money you gave me is only enough to buy one bag."

Anyway, this woman probably doesn't know the prices in Tianlong Kingdom. Even if she does, he can just admit he was ripped off by a heartless doctor.

"More than ten British gold coins for just one bag of blood plasma?"

Even though Beatrice didn't know the prices in the Heavenly Dragon Kingdom and had never bought blood plasma before, the astonishing price still made her skeptical.

"Master, you don't know, normally if you buy one bag of blood plasma, you can still have two gold coins left over, but the hospital doesn't allow doctors to sell blood plasma privately, so the remaining two gold coins are used to bribe the doctors."

Lanling said casually.

Beatrice was so confident in the power of her Embrace that she didn't doubt Lanling at all. Hearing Lanling's words, Beatrice frowned, feeling a pang of anxiety. Those dozen or so British gold coins had only bought one bag of blood plasma—what would they do next?

Judging from the current situation, how long would it take to fully recover her abilities?

Would they starve for the rest of the time?

"Master, I've found a job to buy you blood plasma..."

Lanling, sensing Beatrice's expression, said opportunely, "I can serve you here during the day, and at night I'll be a tutor. The hours are short, but the pay is good. I'll work hard to earn money so Master can drink blood plasma."

Lanling's words pleased Beatrice greatly, even lessening some of her dislike for him. Her

awakened consciousness told her that after the Embrace, a vampire descendant would develop a sense of loyalty to their progenitor, but this wouldn't affect their original thinking or behavioral abilities.

Now it seems Lanling perfectly fits the awakened consciousness's explanation of vampire descendants—not only loyal but also intelligent enough to know how to find a job…

"A tutoring center?"

Beatrice was still somewhat surprised, looking at Lanling. She couldn't imagine this tall guy with a light beard could be a tutor.

"Uh…"

Lanling hesitated for a moment, then blurted out, "A beauty tutoring center…"

This was thanks to the memories Lanling had extracted from Catherine. Such a woman might know little about other things, but she was an expert on beauty. In his time crunch, Lanling had just made up a beauty tutoring center on the spot.

Beauty?

Beatrice's eyes lit up…

What woman doesn't love beauty?

What girl doesn't love looking pretty?

Especially for a woman like Beatrice, who prided herself on her stunning beauty, her appearance was paramount. Before she awakened her vampire form, she genuinely envied her wealthy classmates at the Royal College of Physicians in England, who could frequent high-end beauty salons. But after awakening as a vampire and plundering wealth, she no longer had the time or opportunity to satisfy those former desires.

"You know about beauty?"

Beatrice asked in surprise, her delicate brows furrowed as she scrutinized Lanling. This slovenly, unkempt fellow knew about beauty?

Ha, it was as ridiculous as a fat man proclaiming how effective his diet pills were.

Although Lanling possessed Catherine's memories of beauty treatments, he hadn't personally practiced them. To avoid revealing his true identity, he humbly said, "Master, most of the people in that tutoring class were housewives with nothing to do in the evenings. I only taught them some methods for removing wrinkles, smoothing skin, and getting rid of eye bags..."

Lanling continued, recounting Catherine's memories, and launched into a long explanation of his beauty insights and methods, causing Belis's eyes to widen as she looked at Lanling as if he were a monster.

He had noticed the change in Belis's expression the moment Lanling mentioned the "beauty tutoring class," guessing that this "hybrid witch" might be very interested in beauty. So, Lanling tentatively said, "Master, would you like me to..."

Before he could finish, Belis immediately waved her hand and said, "No need!"

Heaven knows if this bastard truly knew about beauty or just possessed some theoretical knowledge. Even if he knew beauty techniques, Belis didn't want those dirty hands groping her face.

Lanling was quite pleased with Beatrice's refusal. He had only been talking nonsense to force her to say no.

What if this "hybrid witch" actually asked him to do some beauty treatments? Who knew what trouble that would cause!

After a moment's hesitation, Lanling interrupted, "Master, do you still want to learn your 'Iron Shirt' technique?"

Beatrice replied, "Yes, I do. Hmm, now teach me the next incantation."

Lanling was overjoyed and poured his heart and soul into explaining the incantation to Beatrice, speaking until his throat was dry, afraid that Beatrice wouldn't understand its essence.

Time passed slowly while waiting, but it flew by when focused on something.

Lanling taught diligently, and Beatrice studied hard…

In the blink of an eye, night turned to day, and gradually, night returned.

With the experience of practicing the first few incantations, Beatrice understood two more lines this time. At this rate, in just a few days, Beatrice would be able to learn the entire incantation and practice independently.

Lanling was eager for Beatrice to make rapid progress in her fox spirit cultivation technique, so he could gain even greater benefits. At the same time, he was also a little worried. This technique was only suitable for fox spirits, and he wondered if it would harm her body after this "hybrid demoness" reached a certain level.

Lanling wasn't stingy with his concern for the vessel he used for his sexual cultivation.

Seeing Beatrice muttering to herself, memorizing the incantation, Lanling whispered, "Master, I'm going to work. I'll be back soon."

Beatrice, preoccupied with the wonder of the incantation, had no time to pay attention to Lanling. Hearing his words, she casually said, "Go ahead, don't forget the blood plasma."

Lanling hurriedly nodded and turned to walk outside…

Chapter Seven: Crisis.

On a path leading to the artifact appraisal class, Ya Si linked arms with policewoman Ling Xue, walking intimately while discussing something.

Unlike yesterday, Ling Xue wasn't wearing her police uniform today. Instead, she was dressed in civilian clothes. In the prime of her youth, she possessed the natural love of beauty, wearing a tight-fitting t-shirt and denim mini-skirt that perfectly showcased her vibrant youth and accentuated her curvaceous figure.

"Cousin, hurry up!"

Ya Si pulled Ling Xue along, walking quickly.

Ling Xue laughed, "What's the rush? There's still half an hour before class. We could crawl and still be there. Why are

you in such a hurry?" "Cousin, don't forget what you promised me!"

Ya Si pouted, unable to pull Ling Xue away.

"What did I promise you?"

Ling Xue asked, feigning ignorance.

"Huh? You forgot? Or are you going back on your word?"

Ya Si turned her head and said, "Of course, it's to help me teach that bastard a lesson!"

"Your cousin is a police officer, not a thug..."

Ling Xue said with a smile.

"No way! You promised me, so you can't go back on your word,"

Ya Si said, dissatisfied.

"Yesterday, when you dragged me here, I thought that guy you were talking about was some kind of thief or hooligan. I didn't expect him to be your teacher. Ya Si, to be honest, did you daydream in class and get scolded, and you're planning to get revenge?"

Ling Xue asked sternly.

Ya Si stomped her foot angrily and said, "Cousin, you don't have to be so serious with me! Okay, okay, everyone knows you're the famously cold and beautiful policewoman at the police station, but I'm your best cousin. Why are you interrogating me like a criminal?"

After saying that, Ya Si turned her head away, let go of Ling Xue's arm, and walked away silently with her head down.

Ling Xue's cold and pretty face immediately blossomed into a beautiful smile. She took Ya Si's hand and said, "Okay, okay, your cousin was just teasing you. I was just a little curious. That teacher's lectures are so humorous; even I, who doesn't know anything about antique appraisal, listened with great interest. Why would you want to teach him a lesson?"

"Cousin, you didn't get tricked by that bastard like Grandpa Su, did you? That bastard is a complete villain! I saw it with my own eyes!"

Ya Si said excitedly, still feeling lingering fear as she recalled Lan Ling's threats.

Ling Xue knew her cousin, whom she had grown up with, quite well. Although she was sometimes mischievous and willful, she never lied.

Could that teacher really be a bad guy as her cousin said?

As Ling Xue pondered this question, her usual investigative demeanor flashed across her face. Her gentle smile vanished, replaced by frost, her brows furrowed, and her eyes filled with wisdom. Truly worthy of being Qinglong City's top policewoman, a model of beauty and competence!

As Ling Xue thought, Lan Ling's image surfaced in her mind…

Last night, Ling Xue had pondered for a long time because Lan Ling looked somewhat familiar, but then she was captivated by his humorous and engaging lecture and forgot about it. Now, recalling it again, that feeling of déjà vu grew stronger.

Where had she seen him before?

Ling Xue racked her brains, not even hearing Ya Si's call.

"Oh no, here we go again..."

Ya Si thought helplessly, looking at Ling Xue. Sigh, once her cousin started thinking, she was completely absorbed.

"Cousin, we're at the building entrance!"

Ya Si tugged at Ling Xue's arm, feeling embarrassed by the surprised looks from passersby.

"Wait a minute!"

Ling Xue said curtly.

Helpless, Ya Si could only stand beside Ling Xue, waiting with a pained expression.

Just then, Qiu Yan appeared in the distance.

Bored, Ya Si had a deep impression of Qiu Yan, the most beautiful girl in the assessment class. Seeing Qiu Yan arrive, her eyes lit up. Finally, she'd found someone she knew; at least she could chat and pass the time. Heaven knows how long her cousin would be lost in thought.

"Classmate,"

Ya Si greeted Qiu Yan warmly.

Qiu Yan smiled at Ya Si and nodded politely.

"We're in the same class, the Artifact Appraisal Class,"

Ya Si said proactively.

Qiu Yan looked at Ya Si in surprise, then smiled as if suddenly realizing something, "Ah, you're the teacher's girlfriend."

Girlfriend?

That bastard's girlfriend?

Ya Si almost fainted on the spot. If Qiu Yan hadn't looked serious, she would have been furious and gone berserk.

"Where's the teacher? Have you two made up?"

In the dim light, Qiu Yan didn't see the pale face on Ya Si's face and asked curiously.

"I'm not that bastard's girlfriend!"

Ya Si's words seemed to be spat out between her teeth.

Qiu Yan smiled apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, it seems you two haven't made up yet..."

Hearing Qiu Yan's words, Ya Si wanted to run to the wall and bang her head against it. Damn it, what could have caused this beautiful girl to misunderstand like this?

"Classmate, don't talk nonsense. I'm really not that bastard's girlfriend. The only thing between us is that he's my enemy, and I'm the one who's going to send him to jail!"

Ya Si said patiently, having a great fondness for Qiu Yan, a pretty girl.

Qiu Yan then noticed Ya Si's ashen face and asked doubtfully, "Ah, really not?"

"Not even in death!"

Ya Si said.

"I'm sorry, I...I..."

Qiu Yan said awkwardly, apologetic smile on her pretty face, her mind filled with doubt. It seemed this girl really wasn't the teacher's girlfriend, but they had acted very intimately at the classroom door that night...

Ya Si mysteriously leaned closer to Qiu Yan and whispered, "Classmate, you absolutely must stay away from that scoundrel. He's a wolf in sheep's clothing!"

Qiu Yan had a very good impression of Lan Ling, especially his brilliant lectures and extensive knowledge, which made her admire him immensely.

She wouldn't object to others disliking Lan Ling, but when Ya Si used the word "scoundrel" to describe her idol, she felt very uncomfortable.

"Hehe..."

Qiu Yan chuckled awkwardly and said, "Thank you for your advice. If there's nothing else, I'll go in first."

Just then, Ling Xue, who had come to her senses, suddenly called out, "Qiu Yan?"

Qiu Yan subconsciously looked at Ling Xue and exclaimed in surprise, "Sister Xue, it's you! I saw you last night, but you left as soon as the bell rang. I even came out to chase after you."

Ling Xue was the top beauty in the Qinglong City Police Department, and Qiu Yan's father was the police chief. The relationship between the two was naturally obvious, especially since they were close in age. Usually, Ling Xue was the one in the police department who was most familiar with Qiu Yan.

Ya Si looked at Ling Xue in surprise, then at Qiu Yan, and said, "You two know each other?"

Ling Xue walked over and put her arm around Ya Si's shoulder, smiling as she said, "She's Director Qiu's daughter."

Then, Ling Xue said to Qiu Yan, "This is my cousin, Ya Si."

Qiu Yan cheerfully extended her hand to Ya Si, saying, "It's nice to meet you, hehe."

Ya Si also shook Qiu Yan's hand, grinning as she said, "No wonder I felt so compatible with you. It turns out we were destined to be friends, haha."

Qiu Yan and Ya Si were both sixteen or seventeen years old. Even if Ya Si was a little older than Qiu Yan, it wasn't by much. Girls of this age love making friends, and Qiu Yan and Ya Si were both beauties, so they naturally appreciated each other. In addition, they both had cheerful personalities, and with Ling Xue in between, they quickly became like old friends, walking together into the building.

As they walked, Ya Si kept recounting Lan Ling's various evil deeds, wishing that Lan Ling's image in Qiu Yan's mind would immediately become that of a devil.

Qiu Yan responded casually, offering only a few words. When Lanling was mentioned, she didn't chime in, occasionally even saying a few words in his defense. She was a woman of principle; why would Ya Si's words shatter her good impression of Lanling?

Ya Si, who had been enthusiastically engaged, was displeased by Qiu Yan's indifferent attitude. When Qiu Yan again spoke of Lanling's astonishing erudition in artifact appraisal, she shut her mouth, gave a cold snort, and fell silent.

The previously lively conversation suddenly became awkward.

Since both Qiu Yan and Ya Si knew who the other was referring to, they didn't mention Lanling's name. Ya Si used "bastard" instead, while Qiu Yan used "teacher."

The awkward silence made Ling Xue, caught in the middle, feel a little embarrassed. To break the tension, she put her arms around Qiu Yan and Ya Si's shoulders and said with a smile, "By the way, were you talking about your teacher? Speaking of which, this is the first time I've ever seen a teacher dressed like this, hehe..." "

Who else could it be but that jerk?"

Ya Si muttered.

Qiu Yan gave Ya Si a disapproving look and said, "Yeah, it's the first time I've seen a teacher like this either. He doesn't look like a teacher at all, but he's so knowledgeable. It's incredible. He looks so young."

Ling Xue chuckled and told Qiu Yan about her experience listening to Lan Ling's lecture in the last class. She was so angry that Ya Si's face turned pale. She couldn't understand how everyone could be so easily fooled by that bastard… Just

as Ling Xue and Qiu Yan were chatting and approaching the classroom door,

Ya Si looked around and suddenly saw Lan Ling hurrying out of the elevator at the back. She angrily exclaimed, "That bastard Lan Ling is here!"

"Lan Ling?"

Ling Xue's brows furrowed, her previously gentle gaze suddenly sharpening like a hawk's as she turned and stared intently at Lan Ling.

"Hello, teacher,"

Qiu Yan greeted him with a smile.

Lan Ling naturally coveted Qiu Yan, hoping to cultivate a relationship with her. If he could succeed, the pure yin essence of her body might bring him immense benefits.

"Hello, Qiu Yan,"

Lan Ling said with an impeccably gentlemanly smile.

Qiu Yan glanced at Lan Ling, then suddenly broke into a suppressed laugh, her pretty face contorted in discomfort.

Lan Ling felt a chill run down his spine under Qiu Yan's gaze, instinctively glancing down at himself, but there seemed to be nothing funny about it.

"Teacher, your smile combined with your current appearance is really..."

Qiu Yan covered her mouth, laughing.

Lan Ling looked down again at his tight black biker leather jacket, subconsciously touching his lightly growing beard, his face flushing. Damn it, no wonder she was laughing! He was dressed so fiercely, yet he had to put on a gentle smile; it looked like a wolf trying to pounce on a kitten's meows...

"Uh... I haven't had time to change yet..."

Lan Ling said, scratching his head. His expression only made Qiu Yan laugh louder, suddenly finding her teacher rather adorable. Adorable

...

If Lan Ling knew someone had used that word to describe him, he'd probably cry...

Suddenly!

Lanling felt an unsettling gaze, a gaze that made him feel like he was being pricked by thorns.

He first glanced at Yasi, the disdain in his eyes almost driving Yasi mad; she cursed the bastard inwardly, her resolve to find evidence of Lanling's crimes only strengthened.

Lanling's gaze only briefly swept over Ling Xue before casually shifting to Qiu Yan.

He appeared relaxed, but was actually drenched in sweat.

It was her!

She possessed the same energy as the thugs in the bar, but significantly stronger. He had sensed this same energy when he spoke to Su Qingyuan last night.

What worried Lanling was that last night he had clearly sensed that the gaze was merely out of curiosity, but today it held an ominous meaning.

Three thousand years of immortality gave Lanling an instinctive premonition of danger, and without a doubt, this woman's sharp gaze was the source of his sense of danger.

Ling Xue's energy, though powerful, is only comparable to Lan Ling's current state.

At Lan Ling's peak, her energy would be negligible, at most comparable to a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator.

However, Lan Ling has long since fallen from the pinnacle of his zombie godhood, and once insignificant opponents are now capable of killing him.

Since arriving in this world and experiencing his misfortunes, Lan Ling has had to abandon countless things for survival, including his principles and, most importantly, his dignity.

He can forget his former identity, meekly playing the role of a subservient servant, all to gain the greatest benefit in perilous situations. If he didn't do this, how could Bilis have become his vessel?

Three thousand years of immortality have allowed Lan Ling to enjoy the most luxurious life in the world, but have also exposed him to countless perilous dangers.

He understands that in the battles and bloodshed of survival, strength is the capital to dominate the world. With strength, one can enjoy everything in the world, but without strength, he will become nothing more than a blade of grass in the eyes of those who want to kill him.

So, during the time he lost his fangs, Lanling had already figured things out.

Could so-called dignity be more important than life?

What is dignity without life?

His goal was to gain the chance to restore his strength while preserving his life at all costs…

And now, his dark misfortune had seen a glimmer of hope. There was the excellent vessel of Bilis, the good impression Qiu Yan, with her pure Yin body, and the small black cauldron sealed by the Supreme Formation…

For these reasons, when Lanling encountered someone who posed a threat, his first thought was to avoid their sharp edge. If avoidance was impossible, the only way was to launch an attack by any means necessary. Some say the best defense is offense, isn't it?

“Teacher, what's wrong? You look unwell.”

Qiu Yan looked curiously at the silent Lanling.

“No, nothing…”

Lanling’s thoughts were interrupted. He smiled and said, his eyes occasionally glancing furtively at Ling Xue as he spoke.

While Lanling was lost in thought, Su Qingyuan arrived and was chatting and laughing with Ling Xue. Ling Xue's thoughts about Lanling were interrupted by Su Qingyuan's arrival.

"Teacher, may I ask you some questions?"

Qiu Yan asked, her eyes filled with thirst for knowledge. Due to the charm of Lanling's lectures, her interest in cultural relic appraisal, which she was already very interested in, was now even greater. Even when she was learning Taoist magic from Song Yunzi during the day, she would occasionally get distracted by a question about cultural relic appraisal, and was even scolded by Song Yunzi for it.

Lanling naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity to win Qiu Yan's favor. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, suppressed the complicated thoughts in his mind, and listened to Qiu Yan's question with a smile, quickly organizing his thoughts and trying his best to answer Qiu Yan perfectly.

"Teacher, you are so amazing."

Qiu Yan's beautiful eyes were full of admiration.

Lanling shrugged and smiled indifferently. When he smiled, in order to avoid the black hole without fangs affecting his image, Lanling's smile was just the corners of his mouth turning up.

Qiu Yan's expression shifted slightly, her large eyes sparkling as she stared at Lan Ling. Why did Lan Ling's action just now feel so familiar?

That nonchalant smile, while it could be described as dashing in this situation, would seem more like frivolous in other contexts…

Lan Ling was unaware of Qiu Yan's thoughts. Seeing her gaze fixed on him, he was overjoyed. Haha, could he really have won over this pure yin-type girl so easily?

"Teacher, we seem to have met before, haven't we?"

Qiu Yan said, half-believing.

Lan Ling's heart skipped a beat. Looking at the suspicious look in Qiu Yan's eyes, he suddenly remembered the incident on the day he attacked Qiu Yan—the chance encounter on the street where he was mistaken for a pervert…

Damn it!

Even the wisest can make a mistake!

Lan Ling had considered everything, yet he overlooked that incident, only caring whether Qiu Yan had seen his true face during his attack.

"Uh...we haven't met before, have we? If we had, I would definitely remember a pretty girl like Qiu Yan."

Lanling said with a smile. Anyway, he was quite different now, both in terms of his mental state and appearance, so as long as he denied it, he shouldn't cause any trouble.

"But I feel like I've seen you before, especially your smile just now."

Qiu Yan asked doubtfully.

"Do you think I look like some celebrity? People often say that, haha."

Lanling said with a laugh, deliberately confusing Qiu Yan's thoughts.

"Qiu Yan, you're probably mistaken. I only arrived in Qinglong City two days ago."

Lanling continued.

"Two days ago? Oh...were you invited to be a lecturer here?"

Qiu Yan asked.

"Yes, yes, I started teaching you as soon as I arrived. Look, I haven't even had time to trim my beard."

Lanling said complainingly.

"No wonder you're so skilled; it turns out Professor Su invited you."

At this moment, Qiu Yan's doubts vanished. The chance encounter on the street last time was nothing new for a beauty like her; she'd seen plenty of street thugs like that. Besides, she was in a hurry at the time and hadn't really noticed Lan Ling.

Just now, out of curiosity, she had carefully observed Lan Ling again, but she couldn't reconcile the Lan Ling before her with the vague image of the thug in her mind.

During the time he had lost his fangs and all his energy, Lan Ling had lost the vibrant spirit he possessed when he was healthy; instead, he appeared颓废 and hesitant, his face much thinner, and with his full beard, not only Qiu Yan, but even those who used to know Lan Ling well wouldn't recognize him at first glance.

Lanling never imagined that the changes brought about by his downfall would actually help him so much. Besides Qiu Yan, there was also…

Ling Xue and Su Qingyuan chatted and laughed, listening to the elder's constant praise, but her eyes kept glancing at Lanling. Her muddled mind gradually cleared, and her chaotic thoughts found a clue.

"Ling Xue, Ling Xue,"

Su Qingyuan called twice.

Ling Xue suddenly came back to her senses, smiled apologetically, and said, "Grandpa Su, I'm sorry…"

Su Qingyuan said, "You little girl, I've heard you're a workaholic. Today I finally believe it. Were you thinking about some case again when you were daydreaming just now?"

In just one day, Su Qingyuan seemed to have aged ten years. His former radiance was dull and lifeless, and his eyes had become cloudy and filled with sadness.

He cleverly concealed it, not wanting others to notice.

Since last night, his granddaughter Su Yue has been locked in her room. Aside from the occasional sobbing, Su Qingyuan hasn't seen her at all and has no idea what has happened to her.

Therefore, he's trying to glean some information from Ling Xue's words. After all, Ling Xue is a police officer, and she'd be more familiar with matters involving motorcycle gangs.

"Hehe, there's been a lot going on at the police station lately, I'm quite tired. Thank you for your concern, Grandpa Su,"

Ling Xue said politely.

Su Qingyuan nodded and said, "Anyway, you should take care of yourself. Come visit me more often. Su Yue hasn't seen you in a long time. When she was little, she loved playing with you the most and always listened to you." "

Grandpa Su, I heard Su Yue did very well on the college entrance exam this time. Has she decided which school she'll go to?"

Ling Xue asked.

"It's decided, she'll go to the True Martial Arts Academy."

Su Qingyuan said, bowing his head. As he spoke, the elderly man almost couldn't contain his emotions. Although his granddaughter had chosen the path they had laid out for her, Su Qingyuan knew that Su Yue's choice must be because of what happened last night. Poor child, what had happened to her…?

"Really? That's wonderful! Hehe, I heard from Uncle Su that Su Yue didn't like the True Martial Arts Academy, and I wanted to try and persuade her, but… but once when we intercepted a motorcycle gang, I saw Su Yue, and she wasn't in a good mood. She seemed listless and didn't want to talk to me much, hehe, so I was too embarrassed to go to your house…"

Ling Xue said.

"Ling Xue, do you often intercept motorcycle gangs?"

Su Qingyuan asked, his eyes lighting up.

"Yes, those motorcycle gangs ignore traffic and often cause trouble. They've been considered a security threat to Qinglong City. Grandpa Su, you must tell Su Yue to stay away from those guys,"

Ling Xue said worriedly.

"Ling Xue, have the biker gangs caused any trouble lately?"

Su Qingyuan asked anxiously. "Or rather, were there any cases last night?"

"Last night? I don't think I received any reports last night?"

Ling Xue said doubtfully. Then, she felt a little strange. As a police officer, she had an overactive professional sensitivity. Su Qingyuan's behavior made her a little worried. She asked, "Grandpa Su, did something happen to Su Yue last night?"

"No, nothing, hehe, what could possibly happen to Su Yue..."

Su Qingyuan was flustered by Ling Xue's sudden question.

Ling Xue felt that something was strange. Based on her previous understanding of Su Qingyuan, this old man deeply hated biker gangs and was too lazy to mention them when he spoke. But today he showed an unusual interest...

Ling Xue was about to ask again when she saw Su Qingyuan turn around and wave to Lanling.

"Lanling, come here for a moment."

Su Qingyuan didn't want Ling Xue to keep bothering him about Su Yue. He used Lanling to get out of the current awkward situation.

Hearing the summons, Lanling exchanged a few more words with Qiuyan before turning to Su Qingyuan. "Elder Su, you called me?"

"Hmm, Lanling, did you find any clues about that artifact last night?"

Su Qingyuan sighed. "I searched for a long time, but didn't find anything."

Lanling's heart stirred, and she shook her head, saying, "I didn't find any clues either. Elder Su, could I take another look at that artifact? Perhaps there might be some new discoveries. Last night was too rushed."

Su Qingyuan smiled and said, "It's too late. That artifact has already been taken away today. However, in a few days, the artifacts discovered on the outermost layer of the Tianfoshan Ancient Temple site will be publicly exhibited at the museum. We will arrange a group visit then, so you can take a good look. It's a pity that you'll have to look through a glass case then."

Lanling nodded with a smile.

At this moment, the class bell rang. Su Qingyuan greeted them and turned to walk towards his office.

Lanling urged Qiuyan and the other students waiting outside to quickly enter the classroom to prepare for class.

Qiu Yan, Ya Si, and the other students who had been chatting outside entered the classroom one after another, but Ling Xue deliberately lingered behind.

Standing outside, Lan Ling, seeing Ling Xue stay, immediately guessed that she was there for him and couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

"Teacher Lan Ling?"

Ling Xue's pretty face regained its usual coldness, as if she were handling a case. At this moment, the nemesis of criminals, the number one cold and beautiful policewoman of Qinglong City, was like a snow lotus on an iceberg, sacred and inviolable, her beautiful eyes sharply scrutinizing Lan Ling.

"Yes, I am Lan Ling. Hello, I remember you. You are the new student who arrived last night,"

Lan Ling said calmly.

Ling Xue scrutinized Lan Ling, comparing him in her mind to the computer-generated image of the wanted suspect. His face was somewhat long and thin, he had a beard, and his expression was颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of listlessness, apathy, and a lack of motivation)... He seemed quite different from the composite image... Ling Xue thought to herself

. However, according to the bartender at the bar, the suspect's name sounded very similar to Lan Ling's in transliteration. The bartender stated that the man had mentioned his name to Catherine, but because the music was too loud and the bartender was not close enough, she only heard a vague outline.

"Where were you on the night of June 18th?" Ling

Xue suddenly asked.

Lan Ling was startled by the question and said, "I forgot."

He thought to himself, "Damn it, I still don't know the date in this world.

" "Fine, I'll ask you again, do you know Catherine?"

Ling Xue asked coldly again.

Lan Ling's heart trembled; she had come after him after all...

"Please answer my question,"

Ling Xue said in a low voice.

Lanling felt a surge of annoyance, glanced at Ling Xue, and said, "Are you a police officer? Interrogating a criminal? Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about!"

"That's right, I am a police officer. I suspect you're involved in a murder case, and you must cooperate with my investigation."

Ling Xue pulled out a police ID from her pocket, waved it, and said.

"Excuse me, Miss, this isn't a police station, it's an artifact appraisal class. I'm not your criminal, but your teacher! Class is about to start, and my students are waiting for me. You either go into the classroom, or you stop obstructing me."

Lanling said calmly, determined to get through this first and then figure out how to deal with this persistent policewoman.

With that, Lanling brushed past Ling Xue and entered the classroom.

Ling Xue stood outside, listening to Lanling's conversation with her students, her face turning pale with anger.

Although she only suspected Lanling at the moment and had no concrete evidence, Lanling's attitude was unacceptable to her, both as a police officer and as a beautiful woman.

Exceptionally talented, beautiful, and outstanding at her job, she was always praised, even by elders, who gave her a thumbs up, making her the most outstanding among her younger peers.

Even the prisoners were intimidated by her reputation as the top policewoman, mostly bowing and scraping before her. But this Lanling not only adopted a cold and uncooperative attitude, but as a man, he barely even glanced at her…

Standing at the door, after bottling up her anger, Ling Xue calmed herself down, hesitated for a moment, then turned and headed towards the stairs.

She had to rush back to the police station to retrieve all the information on Catherine's murder case and find the bartender at that bar for a face-to-face confrontation soon…

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