[Fantasy] Toothless Zombie (Complete) - 9

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Chapter Two: Seizing the Cauldron, Capturing the Demon Fox, Subduing the Blood Beast

. At the moment the giant python was pulverized, Lanling, who was hiding far away, was also unlucky enough to be caught in the crossfire.

Just as he was horrified by the power of Su Jianghe's punch, he was hit on the head with a thud. Although his skin was tough, the feeling of being hit on the head was definitely unpleasant.

"Damn it..."

Lanling touched the spot where he had been hit, and smiled bitterly. Why is it that the injured are always the ones watching the show?

At the same time, he subconsciously reached for the spot where

the python's head had hit him and where it had fallen to the ground with a sound. Upon touching it, two sharp objects pierced his palm. Curious, Lanling picked them up and felt a wave

of nausea. They were actually the giant python's two venomous fangs, still connected to its jaw... But ever since Lanling's fangs were knocked out, he had developed an unconscious interest in all teeth.

Although the fangs were disgusting, Lanling didn't throw them away. After hesitating for a moment, he broke them off, grabbed a flower petal, wiped them, and put them in his pocket.

Then, Lanling, following the wall, quickly made his way towards the museum.

Su Jianghe and the others hadn't expected the fox-spirited woman to sever her six tails and destroy her cultivation to infiltrate the museum, but Lanling had witnessed it all.

Damn it, a double-cross?

Let's see if I have the luck…

With several powerful figures like Su Jianghe in the museum, Lanling dared not get too close. Instead, he racked his brains, trying to figure out how the fox-spirited woman would escape if she stole the small cauldron after reverting to her original form.

Lanling knew quite a bit about such demons.

Each of the six tails represented years of cultivation. For fox demons like this, the depth of their cultivation was reflected in the number of tails. The loss of six tails meant she had almost lost her power, making it unlikely she could return to human form.

Lanling was somewhat astonished. How could the fox demon pay such a high price?

If the small cauldron wasn't too important, then she must have a way to regain her lost cultivation…

As Lanling pondered, he searched for a connection between the museum and the outside world. The fox spirit's transformed form meant she didn't need a large passageway, so Lanling focused on the details of the exterior.

After a moment, Lanling was quite disappointed. Damn it, he had no understanding of the museum's internal structure; this aimless wandering was pointless.

Sigh…

Lanling sighed, gazing at the museum with dismay, but still determined to try.

On the ground, Lanling stepped onto a sewer cover, which was now arched open, revealing a small fox looking around.

Suddenly, just as the fox emerged, only its tail remaining in the sewer, a huge foot pressed down.

Lanling hadn't considered this; his mind was filled with thoughts of the black cauldron, completely oblivious to where he was standing.

The lid was raised, creating a gap between it and the sewer edge. Lanling's foot slammed down on the cover, causing him to stumble and nearly fall flat on his face.

With a loud crack, the lid slammed down on the fox's tail.

"Chirp..."

The little fox watched as her only tail was crushed under the manhole cover. The excruciating pain made her want to scratch the ground with her claws, but the agony left her without the strength to pull her tail out.

"Damn it! "

Lanling hurriedly grabbed a roadside tree for support, cursing as he subconsciously looked over.

When his eyes fell on the little fox and the coveted black cauldron it was carrying, Lanling's eyes lit up. He thought to himself, "The sun is shining brightly today! A zombie convention is being held in the graveyard! Who says we zombies have no status? Bah... that was a wicked, unlucky era..."

"Little fox... my dear little fox..."

Lanling couldn't contain his elation. Heavens, the dark sky had finally seen the sun! This stark contrast between joy and sorrow made even the most seasoned zombie god, now utterly unlucky, tremble with excitement.

The little fox looked at this guy, especially at the greed in his eyes, and her heart pounded. Ignoring the pain, she whipped her tail, trying to escape.

Lanling saw through her plan and lunged forward, reaching out to grab the little fox.

*Bang!*

In that critical moment, the little fox didn't have time to think. She opened her mouth, and a pink demon core shot towards Lanling like a cannonball.

In her perception, this guy had no cultivation or demonic power; he wasn't a cultivator, a true martial artist, or even a demon of her own kind. Using her demon core would surely obliterate this detestable creature.

Caught off guard, Lanling was indeed struck by the demon core, as if hit by a powerful fist. He fell headfirst to the ground, stars flashing before his eyes.

The little fox stared at Lanling in astonishment. She couldn't understand it. The demon core clearly hit his chest, but… but how come it seemed like he wasn't hurt at all?

Heavens!

What kind of monster is this…?

To be called a monster by a demon—Lanling must be the first person before her, right?

Despite still feeling dizzy and disoriented, Lanling was terrified that the fox demon would escape. Encountering this fox demon was incredibly lucky, a rare occurrence even under normal circumstances, especially since he was currently experiencing a run of bad luck!

This was an opportunity not to be missed!

With this thought in mind, Lanling struggled to his feet, ignoring his dizziness and chest tightness. He pulled out two canine tooth models from his pocket, grinned, and pressed them against the models.

A crimson zombie aura emanated from Lanling's body…

powerful energy surged through him once more. If he weren't worried about the museum's bigwigs overhearing, Lanling would have wanted to roar to the heavens, "Having teeth feels fucking good…!"

The little fox stared at Lanling in horror, forgetting to retract her demon core, letting it spin wildly above her head.

Lanling hovered in mid-air, gazing at the little fox, grinning, and said with a cold smile, "Little fox, thank you for your little cauldron."

As he spoke, sharp, knife-like nails shot out from his ten fingers, and he slashed forward.

A powerful suction force swept directly towards the spinning demon core. The little fox felt a sharp pain in her heart, wanting to retract the demon core, but with her six tails severed and too much demonic power lost, the remaining two hundred years of demonic power from her single tail was no match for Lanling's current strength.

She tried to shout no, but only frantic chattering came out…

Lanling grinned maliciously, clutching the pink demon core in his palm, coldly looking at the little fox, and chuckled, “Excellent nourishment, I won't be polite!”

As he spoke, he raised a finger and forcefully plunged his incomparably sharp nail into the demon core!

The little fox felt as if a giant hammer had struck her head, and a sharp blade had pierced her heart. Her whole body convulsed, her eyes rolled back, and she lay supine on the ground, lifeless.

The pink demonic power surged through Lanling's finger, and the blood-red zombie aura emanating from her body took on an unusual hue.

Because the little fox's six tails were severed, its demonic power was greatly reduced, and much of the essence in its demon core was also lost. Even though the demon core was shriveled and turned to ashes, Lanling was still not satisfied.

The amount of essence that could be converted into zombie energy was pitifully small, far less than what he could get from draining Bilis's energy once.

Lanling opened his eyes. The tooth models were about to expire, and Lanling was thoroughly tired of the feeling of his mouth being filled with bone powder. He decided to end it all himself, pulling out the two remaining tooth models and tossing them aside. The teeth shattered mid-air, turning into powder and scattering in the air.

Having lost his zombie aura, Lanling experienced a brief period of exhaustion before striding towards the little fox.

Even though he was now weaker than an ordinary person, he was still confident he could handle the weakened fox.

Lanling bent down and picked up the small black cauldron. This was something he had desperately wanted recently, but due to his limited strength, he had only hoped for it. Now that he actually held it in his hands, excitement was inevitable, as this small black cauldron might be related to his future.

Lanling tucked the small black cauldron into his waistband. Because the cauldron was quite large, Lanling could only tuck one foot into his belt; it looked a bit unsightly, but it was secure.

Then, Lanling looked down at the little fox, who was still unconscious.

A moment later, Lanling curled his fingers into a claw and reached for the little fox's neck. Now that her demon core was gone, Lanling could easily snap her neck.

Just as Lanling's hand was about to grasp the little fox's neck, her eyes suddenly opened, and she scrambled to her feet, turning her head to survey her surroundings.

The bright eyes no longer held the human-like gaze she had just had; instead, they held the bewilderment of someone newly arrived in a strange world. She

looked like a newly hatched chick…

Lanling knew that having lost her demon core and all her cultivation, the little fox had reverted to her original form, and everything had to start anew.

He had known this outcome for a long time, but for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to do it. This wasn't his style. In his original world, who didn't know the ruthless Lanling?

He hesitated because of the little fox's eyes, so unfamiliar with this world.

This reminded him of himself; didn't this world also feel strange to him?

Although Lanling and the little fox had nothing in common, this outcome unexpectedly stirred a trace of pity in the usually cold-hearted Lanling.

His hand hovered over the little fox's neck, hesitant to apply pressure.

Suddenly, the little fox tilted its head back and licked his hand lightly with its tongue.

*Sigh…*

Lanling sighed inwardly, withdrawing his hand. Damn it, no wonder those zombie gods didn't want to associate with him; they thought he wasn't ruthless enough.

Lanling looked down at the little fox, pondering how to deal with her.

If he let her go like this, Lanling dared to say that the little fox wouldn't survive half a day in Qinglong City before being captured, skinned, and eaten.

Suddenly! Lanling's eyes lit up, a word flashing through his mind—blood beast!

Among the righteous cultivators, some powerful or exceptionally fortunate individuals tamed their own spirit beasts, either as mounts or to fight for them.

Even the legendary immortals had their own divine beasts, celestial beasts…

Legends needn't be examined here; in this world, everything is fair. Cultivators can have spirit beasts, and zombie gods also have their own blood beasts.

Blood beasts have a unique training method, and their abilities are almost negligible, much like a pet for an ordinary person. However, they have a tremendous advantage: they can communicate with their masters' minds. In times of crisis, blood beasts will grant their masters a second life, much like the second primordial spirit of some cultivators.

In other words, a zombie possessing a blood beast is like having a second life.

Many of the powerful zombies Lanling had encountered in the past possessed such blood beasts. The reason Lanling didn't have one was due to his personality. First, he was too arrogant, believing that nothing could truly threaten his life; second, he didn't want a burden. It's important to understand that training a blood beast is not a quick process; it requires a long period of evolution, and only when it evolves to a certain level will it possess such an effect.

In other words, while blood beasts are incredibly useful, the chances of successfully raising one are slim. Most zombie masters end up with nothing after all their efforts…

Lanling looked down at the little fox, who was constantly turning its head, his heart filled with conflicting emotions. After much deliberation, Lanling made up his mind. He turned around, laboriously lifted the sewer cover, grabbed the little fox's tail, and then picked it up, whispering, “Be my second life, even if it's the price for extending your life right now…”

Lanling held the little fox in his arms, and the fox nestled against his chest as if it had found a safe haven.

Lanling had always been unconventional, arrogant, and had never had a zombie slave or anything subordinate to him.

Walking in the darkness with the little fox in his arms, a warmth suddenly welled up in Lanling's cold heart. He had hesitated before about raising the little fox into a blood beast, fearing it would all be for nothing, but now his resolve was firm. Even if it all came to nothing, he could treat it as raising a pet.

Anyway, I'm incredibly bored right now, having some company isn't bad...

Far from the museum, in a secluded corner, Lanling stopped, placed the little fox at his feet, and pulled out a pair of tooth models from his pocket, deciding to begin his blood beast cultivation plan.

For Lanling at his peak, cultivating blood beasts was a piece of cake, but now it was different. In this predicament, if he wanted to cultivate blood beasts, he would have to expend a lot of energy to take the first step, which meant that all the primordial yin demonic energy he had absorbed from Beatrice would be wasted.

Lanling took out the tooth models without hesitation. What the hell, he was already at this point, so the worst that could happen was just returning to square one.

Besides, with Beatrice as his vessel, recovering his lost energy would just require a few more absorptions.

As the crimson zombie aura enveloped Lanling's head, he picked up the little fox. The little fox looked at Lanling with a bewildered expression, without fear, but with a miraculous intimacy.

When Lanling painstakingly used the two tooth models to bite through the little fox's neck, the fox let out a mournful cry and its body convulsed.

The tooth models had two drawbacks: besides not being durable, they couldn't connect to Lanling's body.

Previously, when Lanling wanted to create blood beasts and corpse slaves, he only needed to have the will in his mind, and the zombie blood would flow into the other's body through the fangs.

But now, after several attempts, Lanling realized that not only would he fail, but the tooth models might also shatter prematurely. He had no choice but to close his eyes and bite his tongue, letting the zombie blood flow from his tongue and into the wound on the little fox's neck.

The difference between the two methods was that with fangs, Lanling could easily control the amount of zombie blood flowing in, but now, without fangs, simply biting his tongue made the amount difficult to control.

In short, when Lanling put the little fox down, the tooth models shattered, and he felt completely weak and swayed, almost collapsing to the ground.

Lanling sat down heavily against the wall, staring at the little fox, panting heavily, his fingers still trembling slightly.

The little fox was in excruciating pain in its neck, scratching incessantly with its claws, its head tilting back as if trying to lick its wound.

Suddenly!

The little fox's body began to tremble, its claws gripping the wound tightly, but it could no longer tilt its head back. Its body rolled around, letting out screams of agony, as if enduring immense pain. Still relying on your hands? How can that possibly bring pleasure? Forum reputation guaranteed! 3D male masturbator anime virgin physical sex toy highly realistic genital shape! Intense and irresistible! Click to enter.

Lanling was also creating a blood beast for the first time, completely unaware of its reaction. He could only watch helplessly as the little fox changed, powerless to do anything. Even if he wanted to get up and check, he couldn't even stand up.

Lanling saw countless crimson lines appear at the wound on the little fox's neck, spreading across its entire body, making it appear as if the fox's body was shrouded in a crimson net.

The lines gradually thickened, like a spreading blush. Slowly, the little fox's dirty fur, stained with sewer grime, turned a pale red color, and the fox gradually stopped rolling around, its pain lessening…

Lanling watched this change intently until the little fox stopped suffering and lay peacefully on the ground, its bright, sparkling eyes looking at him. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

He didn't know if his earlier worry was because of the little fox or because he feared his first experiment with creating a blood beast would fail.

He didn't know the reason…

The little fox's body gradually recovered, and it regained its mobility. It slowly crawled to Lanling's side, licking his hand repeatedly with its tongue, showing its affection.

When Lanling felt his strength returning, he leaned against the wall and struggled to his feet. Holding the little fox in his arms, he staggered towards the abandoned factory…

Chapter Three: The Policewoman's Decision

"What's this?"

As Lanling entered the abandoned factory and approached the hiding place of Beatrice, Beatrice awoke from her cultivation. When she saw Lanling holding the dirty, pale red little animal, she was filled with surprise.

"Uh…it's a puppy…"

Lanling replied softly.

Whatever, the little fox and the puppy looked very similar, so he just made something up.

"A puppy?"

Beatrice said in surprise.

To be honest, the little fox looked terrible. Aside from its distinctive pale red color, its entire body was covered in sewer sludge, making it impossible to recognize its original appearance.

"Yes, I found it on the roadside…"

Lanling said, observing Beatrice's gaze as she looked at the little fox. He was surprised to find a hint of girlish excitement. Hmm…it seems this woman really likes pets?

Lanling boldly said, "Master, I only brought this one back for you. I want you to drink fresh blood..."

As he said this, Lanling made up his mind. If Beatrice really intended to drain the little fox's blood, he would immediately release it. Given Beatrice's current physical condition, she probably wouldn't be able to catch up.

Just as Lanling expected, Beatrice, like all girls, was completely powerless against cute pets.

Before she awakened, she couldn't afford a pet; she could barely feed herself, let alone have one.

After she awakened, she had no time for a pet; her mind was consumed by ambition, and she had long forgotten her girlish sentiments.

Now, Beatrice had the chance to fulfill her long-cherished wish. Dragging her severely injured body in this abandoned factory was truly lonely. Having a pet would at least provide companionship.

In Beatrice's heart, she would rather face this dirty "little dog" than spend time facing Lanling...

"Give me the little dog. Where's the blood plasma you bought?"

Beatrice stretched out her hands and said coldly.

Lanling was secretly delighted and quickly handed the little fox over, then took out a bag of blood plasma from his pocket and gave it to Beatrice.

"Go wash this puppy first,"

Beatrice said, frowning as she looked at the dirty little fox.

"Yes, Master,"

Lanling hurriedly and obediently took the little fox. The little fox had probably been very uncomfortable in Beatrice's arms, constantly squirming, but as soon as it was back in Lanling's arms, it immediately became obedient, licking Lanling's hand with its tongue.

Oh my god!

Little fox... don't be so obvious about your affection...

Lanling inwardly groaned. To avoid Beatrice seeing, he quickly turned around and shielded her with his body, then hurried towards the water pipe.

The water pipe was far from where Beatrice was, and there was a pile of debris in between.

Lanling squatted by the water pipe, glanced back to make sure Beatrice couldn't see him, and then put the little fox down. While washing its body, he muttered to himself, "Little fox, I'm making an exception for you. Whether you develop into a blood beast or not isn't important, but you have to be obedient. If you don't, I'll kill you and eat your flesh and drink your blood..."

He wasn't sure if the little fox truly understood him; it just kept wagging its tail, its bright eyes fixed on Lanling.

Recalling the alluring, fox-like appearance of the little fox when it became a demon, Lanling thought of his own fate and couldn't help but sigh at the unpredictability of life. Finding a stable, lifelong partner was truly damn difficult. After cleaning the little fox, apart from the wound on its tail from being pressed against the manhole cover, its body was completely free of stray hairs. Its pale reddish-brown fur was incredibly soft, and combined with its small size and docile appearance, it was simply adorable.

Lanling took out the bag of blood plasma he had saved for himself, tore off a corner, and held it to the little fox's mouth, muttering, "Damn, you got off easy. I haven't had enough..."

Zombies create blood beasts by initially mixing their blood, then nourishing them with more blood, slowly nurturing them.

The beasts that have fused with zombie blood share the same love for fresh blood as the zombies—it's their food...

The little fox smelled the blood, opened its small mouth, and bit into the torn corner, then sucked on it like a nursing infant.

Lanling watched the blood rapidly diminish, feeling a pang of heartache... But there was nothing he could do; who told him to suddenly have a change of heart and cause this trouble?

Fortunately, the little fox's appetite was small now; it only drank a little before opening its mouth contentedly, nuzzling the blood plasma bag with its mouth, its eyes fixed on Lanling.

Intelligence!

Lanling was suddenly struck by this. This little fox was just letting him drink!

And yet, it already possessed such intelligence at the very beginning, meaning the chances of his blood beast being successfully raised were extremely high!

"I never expected this little fox to possess such intelligence even after losing all its demonic power and reverting to its original form. No wonder it could cultivate demonic power and handle such a difficult task as stealing the Black Cauldron!"

Lanling thought to himself, "Damn it, did I just find a treasure?

" "Not finished washing yet!"

Beatrice's icy voice drifted from afar. Lanling's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly picked up the little fox and hurried back to where he stood.

"Finished, Master."

Lanling respectfully handed the little fox over, silently praying, "Little fox, little fox, please don't bite this woman, or not only will you die, but I'll be in trouble too..."

Strangely enough, the little fox seemed to understand Lanling's thoughts. At first, it squirmed when Beatrice touched it, but after Lanling's thought, it suddenly became docile, nestling snuggled comfortably in Beatrice's arms, and even blinked at Lanling.

Holy crap!

Lanling almost tripped over the little fox's blink. Damn it, even if this little fox is intelligent, it shouldn't evolve this fast, right?

He had obviously forgotten that other zombie gods only need one drop of zombie blood to create blood beasts, but this guy seems to have used more...

Blood beasts are important, and it's not that other zombie gods are unwilling to use zombie blood, but if more than one drop of zombie blood is used, the blood beast itself will not be able to withstand it and will immediately kick the bucket.

Even knowing this, Lanling couldn't control the amount of blood because he lacked fangs. Furthermore, the little fox had once cultivated into a demon; who knew what evolutionary path it had taken?

Beatrice adored the little fox; this docile, adorable creature perfectly fulfilled every girl's desire for a pet.

She stroked the fox, then turned to look at Lanling with disdain, coldly saying, "From now on, it is also your master..."

Lanling sneered inwardly but didn't object, simply nodding and saying, "Yes, Master!"

Beatrice nodded in satisfaction and said, "Get out of here, go back to your place."

Lanling asked, "Master, your blood plasma?"

Beatrice coldly replied, "That's not your concern. Just obey orders!"

"Master, I'm leaving then."

Lanling finished speaking, turned, and walked towards his place, muttering to himself, "Damn it, this hybrid demoness, hurry up and drink her blood plasma!" The intense yang energy of the blood plasma would trigger the intense yin energy generated by the fox spirit cultivation technique she had just practiced, causing her to become sexually aroused and pounce on him. He had just created a blood beast and was weak, desperately needing to replenish his energy…

Lanling suddenly wondered if fox spirits in this world also practiced this kind of cultivation technique.

Unfortunately, the little fox had completely reverted to its original form, so this question was currently unanswerable!

Lanling glanced at Beatrice not far away and saw that she hadn't drunk the blood plasma or practiced the fox spirit cultivation technique yet, but was instead holding the little fox with obvious affection. Lanling couldn't help but secretly regret that if he had known this little fox would affect his cultivation vessel, he would never have brought it back.

Bored, Lanling suddenly remembered the small black cauldron and quickly pulled it out from his waist. Because his clothes weren't zipped up, and the cauldron was hidden under his clothes, and Beatrice didn't even bother to look at him, she didn't notice the unusual bulge at his waist.

Even if she saw it, so what? Even an archaeological authority like Su Qingyuan couldn't recognize this small black cauldron, let alone this hybrid demoness.

Lanling sat in a corner, using the clutter piled in front of her as cover, carefully examining the small black cauldron.

Just as she had concluded in Su Qingyuan's office, this small black cauldron was over five thousand years old, and the patterns carved on its exterior were undoubtedly one of the supreme sealing formations of the righteous path.

Damn it, to find out what secrets this cauldron held, she had to break the formation.

To break the formation… eighteen virgin bloodstains. If she wanted to achieve twice the result with half the effort, she would need to find a virgin who cultivated immortality… Another method was to use the virgin bloodstains of two women with pure yin bodies. While the number was less than the more intimidating eighteen, this method was far more difficult than the first.

The more Lanling thought about it, the more her head ached. Breaking the seal was indeed complicated, but the secret of the small black cauldron was something Lanling couldn't bear to part with. Finally, Lanling made a firm decision: Damn it, it's just virgins, isn't it?

"So what if there are eighteen!"

After a moment, Lanling felt extremely tired. He had done too much tonight, and his current physical condition was somewhat overloaded.

Lanling yawned, hid the small black cauldron, and drifted into a deep sleep...

Meanwhile,

in the bar where Lanling had first met Catherine

, a tall woman with a beautiful face and a shapely figure walked into the bar.

As soon as she entered, the lecherous men who frequented the bar, searching for prey, all turned to look at her as if they had seen a cat with fishy smell.

Several of them immediately wanted to make a move, but were held back by their companions...

"Damn, brother, such a good catch, don't delay my hunt!"

the one who was held back said angrily.

"Hunt my foot! You'll probably get eaten by the prey before you catch anything!"

his companion whispered.

"Damn, what do you mean?"

the guy said in surprise. Normally, when there was such a beautiful woman, his companion would pounce on her like a mad dog. What was wrong with him today?

"Are you an idiot? Are you drunk? Open your eyes and take a good look at who that woman is!"

his companion whispered.

"Huh?"

The guy rubbed his sleepy eyes in surprise and looked closely. The woman did look familiar, but after a closer look, he broke out in a cold sweat and sobered up considerably. "Damn it, it's her. What's she doing here? Is she...is she here to arrest us?"

"Look how scared you are. We haven't done anything wrong recently. What would she want with us?"

his companion chuckled, then said gleefully, "Damn it, who knows which guy is going to be unlucky enough to be targeted by this female fiend. They'll be lucky to escape with their lives..."

"I always saw her in a police uniform before. I never thought this woman had such a good figure...look at those breasts, that waist, that ass...I fucking want to fuck her to death..."

Although the guy didn't dare to make a move, it didn't stop him from fantasizing.

"You're going to die! You better watch out, she might hear you."

"So what if she hears? I'm really scared! It's not like I'm breaking the law to talk about whoever I want!"

Just as he finished speaking, Ling Xue's gaze swept in their direction. This boastful guy immediately looked away like a chick seeing an eagle, lowering his head and pretending to drink, not daring to look in that direction again.

That's right!

It was Ling Xue, the most aloof and beautiful policewoman in Qinglong City!

Since meeting Lan Ling and developing suspicions about him, Ling Xue had meticulously investigated the case, finally finding the answer to the Catherine case.

The key to this case was the bartender of this bar; everything came from her testimony. However, since she and Lan Ling hadn't exchanged many words, the name "Lan Ling" she heard was just a transliteration; it might even be another name, possibly with a similar pronunciation.

The portrait of Lan Ling in the files was computer-generated based on the female bartender's description.

Because it was dark and the bar's flashing lights made it difficult for the female bartender to make out Lanling Yingjun's general outline, she couldn't describe his features clearly.

In other words, the female bartender was key to the whole case!

Worried that the police officers taking statements might have overlooked something, she decided to come to the bar herself to ask the bartender for more detailed information.

Qinglong City wasn't large, and in this small city, there was only one Ling Xue.

How many of those who frequented bars at night were truly innocent and upright?

These guys saw the police as their nemesis, but they all had one thing in common: they saw the cold and beautiful policewoman Ling Xue as their nemesis!

Ling Xue hated evil and was ruthless in her actions. Most importantly, she possessed considerable True Martial Power. Goodness, even if such a woman was a rose, her thorns were poisonous.

Those who recognized Ling Xue automatically made way for her, afraid of angering this ruthless star and getting a severe beating. At most, she could only gaze at Ling Xue's graceful back and secretly fantasize in her heart...

The bartender behind the bar was a young man, which disappointed Ling Xue somewhat. It seemed she had come for nothing; perhaps the female bartender had simply changed shifts.

Despite thinking this, Ling Xue still reluctantly sat down at the bar, hoping to find out where the female bartender lived so she could visit her in person.

"Miss, what would you like?"

The male bartender was clearly not a gangster and didn't recognize Ling Xue, only approaching politely to inquire.

"A beer, please,"

Ling Xue said readily.

The bartender deftly brought the beer and was about to turn to serve other customers when Ling Xue suddenly stopped him.

"Miss, is there anything else you need?"

the bartender asked politely.

Ling Xue said, "I remember, it wasn't you mixing drinks here before, it was a girl..."

"Oh, you mean her? Was she also..."

A suggestive glint flashed in the bartender's eyes.

"What do you mean?"

Ling Xue was somewhat annoyed; she disliked the look in the man's eyes.

"Oh, oh, nothing. She was my ex, but something happened about seven or eight days ago, so I took over."

"What happened?"

"She seduced someone else's husband, and then someone came to her door and disfigured her with sulfuric acid... Now... now..."

the bartender stammered.

"What happened now? Tell me,"

Ling Xue said impatiently.

The male bartender seemed to be a gossipy fellow as well. Seeing Ling Xue's urging, he simply leaned forward and said mysteriously, "Miss, if she also seduced your boyfriend, I think you should just let it go. She's already received her due punishment. Not only is she disfigured, but she also went insane from the shock..."

"What? Went insane?"

Ling Xue said in surprise. Disfigurement is a serious assault, so why hasn't anyone reported it in such a recent incident?

"Yes, she's really unlucky. Not long after seeing a dead body in the back alley, she encountered something like this. Women are more vulnerable, and as a result... she went insane..."

The male bartender shrugged.

"Disfigured and no one reported it?"

Ling Xue's face darkened.

In the dim light, the male bartender, oblivious to Ling Xue's expression, said dismissively, "You don't know, these days the police... ha, what's the use of hiring them? They're fine for dealing with civilians, but I heard that the woman who disfigured her has a powerful background..."

Just then, another customer called out. The bartender smiled at Ling Xue and turned to walk towards that customer.

Ling Xue sat in her chair, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside her—bitterness, sorrow, anger... The police, ha, is this how the police are perceived now?

Actually, Ling Xue already knew this, but until it happened, she hadn't paid attention. The darkness of this era was felt throughout the entire Fengyun Continent; what use was her righteous indignation?

Ling Xue pondered for a long time, oblivious to the frenetic music, lost in her own thoughts. Suddenly, she questioned her initial choice. She downed half a glass of beer, feeling a sense of despondency.

Sigh…

choosing the Police University over the True Martial Academy was a mistake.

Fortunately, it's not too late…

Ling Xue muttered, as if consoling herself.

A moment later, her gaze sharpened sharply, and she whispered, “I want to catch the last criminal in my police career. Those I don't have my hands on, I can't control, but those I do, I won't let go.”

At midnight, Ling Xue staggered out of the bar, her sexy figure casting a long shadow in the dim streetlights…

The next day, for the entire day, Ling Xue stared blankly at the portrait on her computer in her office.

The bartender's madness meant the lead had gone cold, and none of the bystanders present that night cooperated with the police investigation. Those guys were like that; they'd kill each other out of hatred, but when facing the police, even enemies would unite against a common enemy.

"Lanling... Lanling..."

Ling Xue murmured repeatedly, trying to reconcile the image on the computer with her impression of Lanling.

However, the current,颓废 and emaciated Lanling was nothing like the vibrant, spirited man she once was.

The portrait, drawn solely from the bartender's impression in the dim light, differed significantly from the Lanling of today. The only somewhat relevant testimony was that the bartender claimed to have seen a faint, bluish light flickering in Lanling's eyes.

How could human eyes emit a bluish glow?

The police officer at the time dismissed it as a reflection of the lighting and didn't think much of it.

But for some reason, once Ling Xue's suspicions arose, they wouldn't dissipate, making Lanling increasingly suspicious.

That颓废 male teacher possessed undeniable masculinity, a weathered charm despite his颓废. He was robust, humorous, kind, and knowledgeable—even Su Qingyuan admired him.

He seemed too perfect...

But can anyone be perfect?

The more perfect a person appears, the more likely they are wearing a mask. Years of police service had instilled in Ling Xue a deep-seated suspicion.

Finally, she decided that she had to thoroughly investigate Lan Ling. If he was truly a good person, she would clear his name and persuade Ya Si to let go of her misunderstanding. If he was a bad person, well, the cold and beautiful policewoman's actions would absolutely terrify any criminal!

*Knock knock*…

The knocking interrupted Ling Xue's thoughts. She got up and opened the door. When she saw who it was, her furrowed brows immediately relaxed, replaced by a surprised smile.

"Uncle Su…you, when did you get back?"

Ling Xue asked in surprise.

Su Jianghe, standing outside, smiled broadly at Ling Xue and said, "What? Aren't you going to invite Uncle Su in?"

Ling Xue quickly stepped aside, rubbing her hands together, and said, "Hehe, look at me, I forgot! Uncle Su, please come in. Would you like something to drink?"

"No, I don't need any. Your Uncle Su didn't come here for tea,"

Su Jianghe said casually, sitting on the sofa and waving his hand with a laugh.

"And who are you?"

Ling Xue asked, puzzled.

Su Jianghe said, "What, you've forgotten? I called you a few days ago, Officer Ling. Are you going to play dumb with your Uncle Su? Haha."

Ling Xue immediately remembered the phone call from a few days ago and couldn't help but feel flattered. She asked in surprise, "Uncle Su, you didn't come back to Qinglong City just for me, did you?"

"Not entirely, there are some other things too. But, what have you decided?"

Su Jianghe smiled.

Ling Xue hesitated for a moment, then said decisively, "I agree to study at the True Martial Arts Academy, and I also accept your suggestion to stay and teach there after graduation."

Su Jianghe looked at Ling Xue with some surprise.

Ling Xue smiled faintly and said, "What's wrong, Uncle Su?"

Su Jianghe laughed heartily and said, "No, nothing. I even prepared a lot of persuasive arguments before I came! But I didn't expect to need them. However, can you tell me what made you suddenly make up your mind so quickly? I remember you're a workaholic who hates evil! Ling Xue, if you really decide this way, then Uncle Su will be very happy. But, as an elder, I still have to remind you, being a police officer is your childhood dream. You must not make an impulsive decision because of anything! Have you thought it through carefully?"

Ling Xue was extremely grateful for Su Jianghe's words. She pondered for a moment, recalling all the malpractices she had seen in the police station. A feeling of disheartened resurfaced. She nodded heavily and said, "Uncle Su, I have really thought it through carefully. I... am still not suitable for being a police officer!"

Su Jianghe looked Ling Xue up and down. What hadn't he seen? Seeing Ling Xue's expression, he could guess what was going on. He smiled and said, "You're too straightforward. I remember a long time ago, your uncle said you weren't suited to be a policeman."

Ling Xue smiled brightly, "Isn't it still possible?"

Su Jianghe laughed heartily and said, "It's not too late, it's not too late. I didn't expect that something I thought would require a lot of talking would be settled so easily." "

Uncle Su, what else do you need to do in Qinglong City this time?"

Ling Xue asked curiously.

Su Jianghe pondered for a moment and said, "Since you've decided to enter the True Martial Arts Academy, I might as well tell you some things. The True Martial Arts Academy isn't just a simple academy that only trains True Martial Arts practitioners; it also has other missions, such as exorcising demons and monsters, handling matters that ordinary people can't handle, and creating a safe living environment for ordinary people."

Ling Xue was stunned and exclaimed, "Ah? There really are demons and monsters in this world?"

Su Jianghe smiled and said, "Of course they are. However, when doing these things, there are people specifically responsible for creating barriers around them to avoid alarming ordinary people and causing unnecessary panic. So, you should think about it. Entering the True Martial Arts Academy might involve facing even more dangerous things." Ling Xue felt extremely excited and exhilarated. She said urgently, "No need to think about it anymore, I must join!"

Finally, she said playfully, "At least, there won't be any favoritism or injustice when exorcising demons and monsters, right? I'll feel more at ease."

Su Jianghe stood up and laughed, "You, if others see you like this, your reputation as a cold and beautiful policewoman will be ruined."

"They're just making things up. I never intended to be some kind of aloof policewoman,"

Ling Xue said.

Su Jianghe said, "Alright, I'll go and get the paperwork done with your chief now. You'll leave with me in a few days."

"We?"

Ling Xue asked in surprise.

"And Su Yue, I don't know what she's thought, but she's decided to go to the True Martial Arts Academy."

Su Jianghe spoke of Su Yue with some worry.

"Ah, really? That's great! Now I'll have company..." Ling Xue said happily.

"You're already a second-tier True Martial Artist, so you'll go straight to the second year after entering the school. She's just your junior. As her senior, you'll have to take good care of her, since I don't have that much time,"

Su Jianghe said.

"Of course, I've always considered Su Yue my little sister,"

Ling Xue nodded.

Su Jianghe waved his hand and said, "Then I'll go take care of my business first. You prepare to hand over your work and then go home to get ready, so it won't be too rushed later."

Ling Xue nodded and said, "Understood, Uncle Su."

Su Jianghe didn't say anything more and turned to leave Ling Xue's office.

Ling Xue glanced at the furnishings in the office, thinking about leaving, and couldn't help but feel a little melancholy.

When her gaze lingered on the portrait on the computer, Ling Xue said softly, "Only a few days left, this is my last mission."

Chapter Four: The Beautiful Shield

. Belis held the little fox, growing increasingly fond of this obedient and beautiful little pet.

The little fox also nestled obediently in Belis's arms, letting Belis caress it.

Suddenly, Belis's body trembled slightly, and the fangs in her mouth uncontrollably extended from her lower lip. Because her mind was entirely on the little fox, Belis had missed her mealtime for quite some time.

At this point, if she didn't quickly absorb blood, her body would suffer excruciating pain, like a drug withdrawal.

Beatrice trembled as she set the little fox aside, grabbed the bag of blood plasma Lanling had bought, and eagerly bit open the bag, slurping up most of it before finally letting out a sigh of relief and gently wiping the crimson blood from the corner of her mouth. A soft

"woof..."

came from nearby. Beatrice felt a gentle nudge on her arm and looked down to find the little fox nudging her arm, its eyes fixed on the remaining half of the blood plasma in her hand.

A fox's cry is actually similar to a puppy's, only lower and with a smaller range, so Beatrice simply mistook it for a dog's bark and didn't suspect anything.

"You want this?"

Beatrice looked at the little fox in surprise, weighing the blood bag in her hand.

Good heavens!

She'd heard of puppies eating meat and dog food... but she'd never heard of a puppy being interested in blood.

"Woof...woof... "

the little fox whimpered softly, its tiny paws reaching hard for the blood plasma.

Beatrice suppressed her astonishment and tentatively brought the blood plasma to the little fox's mouth. The fox quickly took the wound in its mouth and began to suckle like a nursing infant, making soft whimpering sounds as it did so.

In no time, the little fox had completely drained the remaining blood plasma. It gently wiped its mouth with its paw and then crawled into Beatrice's arms, lying quietly.

Beatrice stared wide-eyed at the little fox. Good heavens, a dog drinking human blood…

Even as a top student from Great Britain, she couldn't explain this undeniable scene.

Suddenly!

Beatrice felt a surge of heat emanating from her body. The blood she had just consumed began to replenish her energy, but this heat inevitably aggravated her injuries, causing a sharp pain that made her groan.

Beatrice struggled to sit cross-legged and began practicing the "Iron Shirt" technique according to Professor Lanling's instructions. Based on previous practice, although it was still unknown whether the strange technique would be effective for her injuries, it was certain that it would relieve her pain, or at least alleviate it. A

faint pink halo appeared under Beatrice's skin, especially on her lower abdomen, where the pink halo was more pronounced than elsewhere...

As the practice progressed, Beatrice's complexion improved significantly, and the intense pain gradually subsided.

Suddenly, the little fox in her arms opened its eyes, rolled over, and snuggled closer to Beatrice, its furry body pressing its head against her lower abdomen. After a moment, a faint halo appeared on its fur, as if the pink halo generated by Beatrice's practice was also circulating within her body...

The technique was indeed miraculous; in no time, Beatrice's breathing became even, but this evenness only lasted for a short time.

Huff, huff...

Beatrice's breathing grew heavier and heavier, her pretty face flushed red. Although the pain had subsided, a shameful desire was rapidly growing within her.

She felt her whole body burning, yearning for a feeling that only that despicable man could give her.

Beatrice opened her eyes, a lustful light shimmering within them…

Despite her efforts to control herself, her gaze couldn't help but drift towards Lanling's direction.

Beatrice bit her lower lip hard, trying to prevent this shameful desire from intensifying and causing her to do something so lewd again. She pinched her thigh hard…

Hmm…

Unfortunately, this pinch brought a strange pleasure mixed with pain, eliciting an unusual moan from her.

Endure!

Beatrice kept telling herself, but her body completely betrayed her reason. She stood up, placed the little fox aside, and staggered towards Lanling's location.

Lanling had a dream…

He dreamt that he was pinning Qiuyan down on the bed, caressing her shapely body, her pert breasts, her flat stomach… What excited Lanling most was that the innocent Qiuyan was now seducing him with lustful eyes, clearly saying, “Come on, come on… give it to me…”

Before Lanling could even make a move, Qiuyan reached out and grabbed his genitals.

Just as Lanling was about to enjoy it, the beautiful dream suddenly turned into a nightmare. Qiuyan’s charming face turned ruthless, grabbing Lanling’s manhood and pulling hard…

Ouch!

Lanling woke up in pain, and what greeted his eyes was Beatrice’s lustful gaze and her face flushed with desire.

By this time, Lanling's clothes were mostly undone, and Beatrice had already reached into Lanling's pants, forcefully pulling his manhood out...

Normally, Lanling would have eagerly anticipated such an opportunity for sexual intercourse, but now not only was his erotic dream disturbed, but what frustrated him most was that this hybrid demoness had done this several times before, yet her skill level remained unchanged, completely lacking any technique.

Under Beatrice's forceful pull, Lanling endured the pain and willingly took off his pants...

Sigh... Damn

it, mortals only know the pleasure of rape, who knows the trouble of being raped!

Beatrice's methods were truly crude; with such haphazard kneading, it would be difficult for any man to achieve an erection.

Helpless, Lanling could only look at Beatrice's ample breasts, imagining her gentle side.

As his lower body became erect and erect, Beatrice couldn't wait any longer and rolled over and sat down. Her fox-like seduction techniques had already made her unbearably lustful, and now that her secret place was warm and moist, it swallowed the entire thing without any resistance.

When Lanling felt his lower body enveloped in warm moisture, he dared not let his mind wander any further. He used his cultivation technique to meet each of Beatrice's frenzied rises and falls...

As Beatrice became ecstatic in pleasure, yearning for the peak of desire, Lanling boldly grabbed her bouncing breasts and kneaded them forcefully.

After a moment, Lanling simply grasped Beatrice's slender waist and pushed her up and down forcefully, seeking even greater pleasure for himself.

For a moment, the sounds of flesh colliding, Beatrice's moans, and their heavy breathing blended together, creating a truly lewd symphony...

Not far away, the little fox stared intently at the two intertwined bodies, its large eyes blinking...

Lanling spent an entire day digesting the demonic energy he had absorbed from Beatrice, only to be surprised to find that the amount he had absorbed this time was much less than before.

Damn it, could that hybrid demoness have been slacking off during her cultivation?

Lanling pondered for a while, shaking his head, but couldn't figure it out.

"Come here!"

Beatrice called out. Her face still held the afterglow of her orgasm, her complexion flushed, but her eyes were lifeless, and she looked extremely tired and weak. Clearly, the energy she had gained from her cultivation during the day had been completely drained by Lanling after their indulgence.

"Master, you called me?"

Lanling reluctantly got up and walked to Beatrice, speaking respectfully with a helpless expression.

"Buy an extra bag of blood plasma every day from now on!"

Beatrice said coldly.

Damn it!

Buy an extra bag…

Lanling was clearly unwilling. It was so hard to earn extra money from a bag of blood plasma, and now it was difficult again.

He subconsciously glanced at Beatrice, only to see the hybrid demoness looking at the little fox licking the shriveled blood plasma bag on the ground with pity.

Damn it, she brought this on herself!

Lanling was heartbroken; it was all this little fox's fault!

Unfortunately, what good was regret now?

Left with no other choice, Lanling bowed and nodded, then said reluctantly, "Master, but money..."

Belis looked at Lanling with disgust. Normally, vampire descendants would serve their ancestors unconditionally, willingly becoming their slaves, but this guy, all he ever talked about was money!

"That's your problem!"

Belis hesitated for a moment, then said coldly.

Lanling felt a chill in his heart, yet was also helpless. Compared to money, Belis, as a vessel, was clearly much more important...

"Yes, Master,"

Lanling said softly.

Belis nodded in satisfaction, waved for Lanling to go aside, then stroked the little fox and began practicing "Iron Shirt" cross-legged again.

A pink halo flashed around Belis, and the little fox obediently snuggled into her arms again...

Night.

Lanling walked out of the abandoned factory and headed straight for the artifact appraisal class.

In front of the large building of the cultural relics appraisal class, Ling Xue waited with a frown. During the day, she had personally visited the female bartender at the mental hospital. The bartender's face was severely disfigured, almost ruined.

Ling Xue wanted to investigate the case again before leaving the police station, but her superiors refused, citing her impending departure and the need for a proper handover. This further solidified Ling Xue's determination to leave the police station.

"Wow, cousin, you came first! You didn't even tell me! I even went to your house to look for you!"

Ya Si came from afar, excited to see Ling Xue, and skipped over to her side.

Ling Xue smiled and said, "You're here pretty early..."

"Of course! I won't be late. I have to be there before that bastard and catch him in the act, hmph!"

Ya Si said indignantly.

Ling Xue asked curiously, "Ya Si, why are you so persistent in finding his weaknesses?"

Ya Si looked at Ling Xue curiously and said, "Cousin, I wanted to tell you before, but you wouldn't listen. Why are you suddenly interested today?"

Ling Xue paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Just suddenly curious. I want to know what heinous crime that guy committed to make my lovely little cousin hate him so much!"

Ya Si didn't say much more and embellished the story of meeting Lan Ling at the dental clinic that day. Of course, she had stayed at the dental clinic to cause trouble, but she described it as staying to clean up voluntarily...

"What did you say? There was a blue glint in his eyes?"

Ling Xue's eyes lit up and she suddenly asked.

"It wasn't just that he scared me with those blue contact lenses! That bastard somehow managed to destabilize the voltage, probably trying to scare me away so he could steal all the valuables from the clinic! Damn it, he's suddenly become a teacher..."

Ya Si said angrily.

Ling Xue didn't answer, but fell into deep thought... Blue light, the blue light in his eyes, was it really just a simple contact lens?

She clearly remembered that the crazy female bartender had mentioned during her statement that the man's eyes occasionally flashed with a blue light.

If this was just a coincidence, it was too bizarre!

At this moment,

Ya Si said, "That bastard is here. Looking at his smug face, I really want to give him a good beating!"

Ling Xue came back to her senses and subconsciously looked over, seeing Lan Ling striding towards them.

To be honest, Lanling's attire was truly mismatched. Last time, when Su Qingyuan told him not to wear the biker gang's leather jacket anymore, this guy actually listened and somehow managed to get a baggy top—well, just a top, but he couldn't find any spare pants, so he was still wearing those tight leather pants.

Putting aside the color coordination, the combination of that baggy top and tight leather pants… was just too ridiculous.

Lanling, however, didn't seem to care. He'd already managed to sneak into someone's yard and get this piece of clothing hanging out to dry; he only wanted to appease Su Qingyuan. As for appearances, he didn't have the time to worry about that right now.

Ling Xue scrutinized Lanling, her gaze gradually sharpening. Stared at

like that, Lanling felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively looked in Ling Xue's direction. Seeing it was this terrifying woman, he could only lower his head and pretend not to see her, quickly walking into the building.

"Teacher!"

Ling Xue suddenly shouted, then chased after Lanling to Ya Si's surprise.

"Uh... student, are you trying to interrogate me like a criminal?"

Lanling looked helplessly at Ling Xue blocking his way and said.

"Teacher, I'd like to see your identification!"

Ling Xue said coldly.

"What right do you have to see my identification?"

Lanling inwardly groaned, but had no choice but to bite the bullet.

"With this."

Ling Xue was clearly prepared, having brought her police ID.

"Excuse me, do you have an investigation warrant?"

Lanling steeled himself and asked.

"I'm sorry, as the deputy head of the Major Crimes Unit, I have the authority to conduct investigations directly on people I suspect."

Ling Xue said in a deep voice.

Damn it, this policewoman is determined to make things difficult for me.

Lanling cursed Ling Xue inwardly, but there was nothing he could do. Not to mention that his current abilities were even inferior to those of an ordinary person, even if he could use some zombie aura with his dental model, he might not be a match for this woman.

"Officer, I'm sorry, I forgot my identification at my residence."

Lanling made up a story.

"Ha, what a coincidence! May I ask where you live? After class, I'd like to visit you personally to see your identification!"

Ling Xue said.

Lan Ling thought bitterly, "Damn it! If it were before, I'd be thrilled to have a beauty like you with me. I'd rape you first, then leech off you..."

He could be ruthless in his mind, but now he had to think of a way to deal with the situation.

Lan Ling quickly considered his options. This policewoman was clearly starting to suspect him and seemed determined to investigate him thoroughly. How should he deal with her?

A moment later, a barely perceptible murderous glint flashed in Lan Ling's eyes. "Damn it, if she threatens my survival, I'll find a way to kill her.

" "Uh... okay, if you don't mind my humble abode, Miss Officer, you're welcome."

Lan Ling laughed heartily.

"See you after class!"

Ling Xue said coldly, scrutinizing Lan Ling.

"Alright, if there's nothing else, I need to go in and teach my students."

Lan Ling said defiantly, looking at Ling Xue.

After speaking, without waiting for Ling Xue's response, he entered the elevator first and closed the doors without waiting for her.

His arrogant attitude infuriated Ling Xue, her eyebrows furrowing and her fists clenching so tightly they made a cracking sound.

Ya Si witnessed everything from a short distance away. Only after Lan Ling left did she approach and ask curiously, "Cousin, were you just doing this because of me?"

Ling Xue subconsciously shook her head.

Ya Si exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Ah? This bastard has other cases? I knew he wasn't a good person. How about it, do you believe me now?"

Ling Xue then came to her senses, thought for a moment, and, not wanting to involve Ya Si, shook her head and said, "Don't talk nonsense, the law requires evidence!"

Ya Si nodded seriously and said, "Cousin, I will definitely help you find evidence of that bastard's crimes!"

For the entire class period,

Lan Ling felt like he had thorns in his back. Ling Xue's sharp and unwavering gaze made his lecture far less engaging than usual, sometimes even interrupting him.

He was completely absorbed in figuring out how to deal with this troublesome policewoman. Even if he wanted to get rid of her, he needed a plan that would work. As the saying goes, "If you don't cut the weeds at the root, they'll grow back in the spring breeze," and Lanling deeply believed in this.

Qiu Yan looked at Lanling on the podium with a puzzled expression. She couldn't understand what was wrong with her teacher today.

Not only was his lecture less lively and humorous than usual, but he also made some common-sense mistakes. The clever Qiu Yan realized that something must have distracted him.

Speaking of which, Qiu Yan had snuck out today.

At noon, the lazy monk arrived at the Sanqing Temple to begin teaching her the Maitreya Heart Sutra, which had always been Qiu Yan's dream. She should have followed Song Yunzi's instructions and stayed at the Taoist temple temporarily, but for some reason, she, who already had a great interest in artifact appraisal, had become addicted to Lanling's humorous teaching style after listening to his lectures for a few days. Skipping class was truly something she couldn't bear.

The bell rang for the end of class.

Lanling's heart sank to the bottom. He subconsciously glanced at Ling Xue, who was already standing up and staring at him, probably afraid he would run away.

*Banana my foot! You little vixen, you came here of your own accord!*

Lanling thought fiercely, a cold glint flashing in his eyes as he lowered his head…

"Class dismissed. I wasn't feeling well today, so my lecture was poor. I apologize to everyone!"

Lanling bowed deeply. His humble attitude won the students' approval, and no one immediately held the mistake against him.

"Not feeling well? Ha, just feeling guilty!"

Ya Si's sarcastic remark carried over from afar.

Lanling frowned, cursing inwardly, but outwardly he just smiled calmly and turned to walk towards the door.

Ling Xue hurriedly followed behind.

Ya Si shouted, "Cousin, wait for me!"

and chased after him.

Qiu Yan hesitated for a moment, looking at Lanling's retreating figure, before following him out as well.

"Lanling, stop!"

"Ling Xue said coldly.

Lan Ling stopped but didn't turn around, saying, "If you want to come with me, follow behind."

Just as he was about to take a step, Qiu Yan's voice suddenly came from behind: "Teacher Lan Ling, wait a moment."

Lan Ling subconsciously turned around, looking at Qiu Yan, wondering what this girl wanted to see him about. Was she going to ask him a long string of questions again? Normally, Lan Ling would be happy to please this pretty girl with a pure Yin body, but now, being pestered by Ling Xue, he really wasn't in the mood.

"Qiu Yan, do you have any questions?"

Lan Ling suppressed his impatience and said with a smile.

"Teacher, are you having some trouble?"

There was a hint of concern in Qiu Yan's eyes. Although this concern was simply a student's greeting to a respectful teacher, Lan Ling was still secretly delighted. This was a good start, indicating that Qiu Yan had a good impression of him.

"I'm fine, hehe."

Lan Ling's eyes darted around, and on the surface, he still had a gentle smile, but if you looked closely, a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.

This guy… even at a time like this, he still has the nerve to try and gain sympathy.

Qiu Yan is incredibly intelligent, but unfortunately, she lacks experience in dealing with people, and coupled with her preconceived, almost worshipful, feelings for Lan Ling, she asked without any suspicion, “Teacher, what troubles you? Can you tell me? Perhaps I can help you.”

Lan Ling sighed softly and said with a wry smile, “It’s really nothing, thank you for your concern.”

As he spoke, Lan Ling’s eyes inadvertently glanced at Ling Xue and Ya Si, who were eyeing him menacingly not far away…

Qiu Yan subconsciously followed Lan Ling’s gaze and saw Ling Xue and Ya Si looking in their direction. Ling Xue’s expression was icy, while Ya Si had a kind of smug, bullying look on her face.

Qiu Yan asked疑惑地, "Teacher Lanling, what exactly is your relationship with Ya Si? How could there be such a deep misunderstanding? Is your trouble because they're causing you trouble? Strange, it's understandable that Ya Si is a bit willful, but why is Sister Ling Xue involved with her too? I'll go talk to them."

If Qiu Yan were born in ancient times, she would definitely be a chivalrous woman, with a strong sense of justice and a willingness to stand up for the weak.

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned to walk towards Ling Xue and the others.

Lanling hurriedly reached out and grabbed Qiu Yan's arm. To be honest, this was the first time Lanling had had physical contact with Qiu Yan. Her skin was smooth and delicate, and it was very elastic to the touch. The thought that he had touched a pure yin female body, although he couldn't do anything further, still gave him a somewhat ecstatic feeling.

"Teacher, what's wrong?"

Qiu Yan looked at Lanling curiously, not feeling that there was anything wrong with her teacher grabbing her arm.

"Forget it, time will tell. If there's a real misunderstanding, words alone won't convince them. In time, I'll show them through my actions that they've misunderstood me."

Lanling shook her head and smiled bitterly, saying, "Right now, if I can't afford to offend them, I can at least avoid them..."

Lanling's forbearance and the bitterness in her expression made Qiuyan even more eager to help. She grabbed Lanling's hand and strode towards Lingxue and Yasi.

Witnessing this scene, Lingxue and Yasi, although they didn't hear what Qiuyan and Lanling said, were surprised by their intimacy. Yasi's eyes widened in disbelief as she said, "Cousin, didn't you say Qiuyan was a proud girl? How come..."

Lingxue was also secretly curious, thinking it strange.

"Oh dear, that bastard is rotten! Could Qiuyan have been tricked by him?"

Yasi exclaimed dramatically.

"Don't talk nonsense! How could Qiuyan fall for this guy!"

Lingxue said.

"That's hard to say. Undeniably, this guy has a special charm when he's lecturing,"

Ya Si blurted out.

Ling Xue looked Ya Si up and down curiously and said, "You wouldn't happen to have a crush on him, would you?"

Ya Si immediately realized she'd misspoke. That jerk was her enemy; how could she have spoken up for him?

Her face flushed, and she sighed sweetly, "Cousin, don't talk nonsense! I wish I could throw that jerk in jail right now! I only heard what other classmates were saying; it has nothing to do with me."

Just then, Qiu Yan pulled Lan Ling over to them.

Qiu Yan said, "Sister Xue, is there some misunderstanding between you and Teacher Lan Ling? Could you do me the honor of clearing up the misunderstanding?"

Lan Ling felt secretly pleased that Qiu Yan was standing up for her. There was nothing shameful about it; after all, she was in this predicament because of Qiu Yan, so using her as a shield wasn't a big deal, was it?

But then again, this girl, usually so arrogant, was actually quite loyal to her friends.

Lanling grew increasingly fond of Qiuyan and resolved that if he found a way to restore his energy, he would turn Qiuyan into a corpse slave to accompany him through his long immortal years.

Ling Xue was taken aback by Qiuyan's question and subconsciously glanced at Lanling behind Qiuyan. She caught a glimpse of a smile in Lanling's eyes and immediately realized that this guy was truly cunning. He must have used some words to deceive Qiuyan, making her think that she and Yasi were causing him trouble.

"Who has a misunderstanding with him, this criminal!"

Yasi glared angrily at Lanling.

Qiuyan said, "Yasi, do you think someone as learned as Teacher Lanling would be a criminal? You need to have evidence to back up your words."

Yasi looked at Qiuyan and said, "Qiuyan, don't be fooled by this bastard. He likes to play the victim and gain sympathy. Grandpa Su was fooled by him like that."

Lanling cursed inwardly. Damn it, Qiuyan had finally developed such a good impression of him; he couldn't let this little wench Yasi ruin it.

After a moment's thought, Lanling decided to muddy the waters. Damn it, isn't IELTS the one who gives me the most trouble? Then I'll take this opportunity to teach her a lesson!

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