[Fantasy] Toothless Zombie (Complete) - 15

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Chapter Seven: Before Leaving

"Do you want to drink blood?"

Lanling looked at the fat dragon and smiled eerily.

Blood?

This word carried immense power. The fat dragon's eyes widened, and he swallowed hard.

Blood began to reappear in the fat dragon's small eyes. When the blood-red color almost filled his eyes, the fat dragon suddenly roared and turned to rush out.

"Come back,"

Lanling said softly. Though his voice was soft, it carried immense power. The fat dragon's rocket-like body stopped abruptly, and he turned to look at Lanling with utmost respect.

Corpse slaves... Damn it, no wonder those zombies like to create corpse slaves... Lanling felt incredibly good now, and he regretted not creating more corpse slaves back in his original world. He thought they were a burden then, but now, thinking about it, having someone serve him so respectfully and obediently, and who could also be his helper in battle, would have saved him from being hunted down by cultivators alone and ending up in this world.

A single thought can change a person's life.

A single thought of a zombie can change countless lives…

In the near future, the name "zombie" will become the nightmare of all cultivators, martial artists, and those with supernatural abilities in the Western Continent. This word will overwhelm the vampire race… And all of this stems from this fleeting thought, and of course, from the black-hearted fat zombie before him who will later become his accomplice…

"Get more blood plasma!"

Lanling casually ordered.

"Yes, Master."

After becoming a zombie slave, the fat man's thoughts were gradually changing, and the concept of a slave in his mind was growing stronger. Faced with the orders of this former sucker, he offered no resistance. What his master said was right, and he had to obey. The master-servant relationship between a zombie master and a zombie slave was that simple and direct.

Before long, the fat man had already sneaked back to the ward, carrying a large box lightly in one hand.

After entering the ward, the fat man even showed off by stretching out both hands, raising one finger in each hand and tossing the heavy box back and forth like a ball.

Possessing such incredible power feels amazing!

The fat man, who always relied on cunning to gain an advantage, has finally seen the light at the end of the tunnel. This lowly scoundrel finally has a chance to become a big shot.

Lanling watched with amusement but didn't stop him.

His eyes were fixed on the box the fat man was playing with. He smelled the scent of fresh blood, a scent like that of a drug addict suddenly seeing high-purity heroin after being addicted to low-quality drugs—it was intoxicating. Lanling simply restrained himself from lunging at it.

Tonight, while creating the corpse slave, the fat man's blood, though extremely oily and greasy, possessed a freshness Lanling hadn't tasted in a long time. Lately, he'd been drinking too much low-quality blood plasma, rapidly numbing his palate.

Now, the fat man's fresh blood had whetted his appetite, and then this fat man had brought so much high-quality blood plasma. This made Lanling feel good, and he increasingly felt that his impulsive idea to create this corpse slave was absolutely correct.

"Master, please enjoy..."

Realizing his master was still nearby, the fat man quickly stopped his showy antics and respectfully presented the box to Lanling. Opening it, he revealed at least ten bags of bright red blood plasma.

Zombies survive on blood!

The glaring crimson could absolutely drive any zombie mad.

Especially for a newly minted zombie like the fat man, whose body had only recently undergone zombie blood transformation, the thirst for blood was even stronger. Seeing the bags of blood plasma in the box, the fat man's small eyes widened instantly, his fangs suddenly bulged, and he panted heavily.

"What are you waiting for?"

Lanling understood the fat man's feelings, feelings he himself had experienced over three thousand years ago when he emerged from the earth as a zombie, nourished by the corpse energy. He should be considerate of his zombie slave; after all, this fat fellow would be doing many things for him in the future.

Lanling generously tossed a bag of blood to the fat dragon.

"Thank you, Master, thank you, Master, woof...so good!"

Fatty Dragon impatiently tore open the blood plasma bag and drank it down in large gulps, vaguely expressing his gratitude to Lanling.

Looking at Fatty Dragon's behavior, Lanling couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion.

Damn it, fate!

Even zombies like them, outside the Six Paths of Reincarnation, couldn't escape their fate. The former zombie god had fallen so low that he had to create zombie slaves to survive, while the former heartless doctor now treated the gullible man he once saw as his own grandfather.

Damn it!

Lanling cursed fiercely, grabbed a bag of blood plasma, and gulped it down!

Damn it all, finally a satisfying meal! No more hiding his saliva to survive another day.

Glug glug...

the two of them seemed to be having a competition as they drank. After a moment, Lanling patted his stomach and let out a satisfied burp. Fatty Dragon repeatedly cried out in satisfaction, finally fulfilling his desire to drink blood for the first time.

The ward was dimly lit, and the two men, with bright red blood still at the corners of their mouths, were burping repeatedly – it was incredibly eerie. If anyone saw them now, they'd probably be scared out of their wits.

"Master, do you need more? I can get more,"

Fatty Dragon said obsequiously. He himself had become so powerful; his master must be even more powerful, right? Tsk tsk, those vampire stories in movies and TV shows always involve vampire descendants causing trouble, getting beaten up, and then the original vampires stepping in to resolve the situation.

Heh heh, his master said zombies are even more advanced than vampires! From now on, he'll be a henchman of thieves, beauties, money… bring it all on! Fatty Dragon's little scheme was clattering away.

Lanling was stunned. As the master of the corpses, he could easily discern the thoughts of his zombie slaves whenever he wanted. Lanling had only wanted to know how this fat fellow felt after becoming a zombie, but he hadn't expected the guy to get into character so quickly and already be scheming about how to be a villain. "

Damn it!" Lanling gasped. Luckily, he'd caught the guy's thoughts in time; otherwise, letting him run rampant would have been disastrous. Not only were the cultivators behind Qiu Yan likely nearby, but the ridiculously powerful True Martial Artist Su Jianghe was still in Qinglong City!

Even at his peak, Lanling wasn't confident he could defeat Su Jianghe, let alone in his current state. "Damn it, he thinks he can get ahead by relying on me? I'm not even as powerful as you, a zombie slave! "

Lanling sighed bitterly.

"Fat Dragon! Stop with your crooked thoughts!"

Lanling said sternly.

The fat dragon paused, then its eyes widened in adoration. Its master was truly its master; even its thoughts were known.

"Master, I'm here,"

the fat dragon said with a fawning smile.

"Uh… cough cough, I know what you're thinking, but well, now's not the time. If you don't want to die, you'd better hold back for a while,"

Lanling said in a deep voice.

"Ah? Master? Don't you want to lead me to conquer a vast territory? Hehe, money, beauties…"

The fat dragon's eyes gleamed with greed, then lust.

"There will be money, and plenty of beautiful women, but now is not the time. Don't think this world is simple! Damn it, let me tell you the truth, vampires aren't just legends, they really exist. And there are many powerful beings in this world that ordinary people don't know about. It's never a bad thing to be careful. Whatever you do, be prepared, understand?"

Lanling's words weren't just to comfort Fatty Long and dissuade him from causing trouble. At the same time, he was also encouraging himself. Despite his bad luck, there were undeniably many good things happening recently, and everything was developing in a positive direction. Let bygones be bygones! I refuse to believe I can't make it in this world!

Fatty Long was stunned for a moment, then became even more excited. My god, this is something that only happens in myths and legends!

Good heavens, I, Fatty Long, have accidentally entered the legendary world... Fatty Long chuckled excitedly. I wonder what it would be like to take advantage of those fairies?

Hmm... If I can win over a fairy, I must be more generous in the future. I can't always treat her to noodles; I should treat her to fried rice once in a while.

Lanling was both amused and exasperated. This guy was truly a character. He suppressed the urge to burst out laughing and said in a deep voice, "Do as I say. I'm leaving here for a while tomorrow. Remember one thing: don't give anything away, or your life will be in danger! Another important point is that you are not allowed to suck blood directly from human bodies."

Indeed, this was crucial!

If Fatty Dragon tasted the warm, fresh blood of a human body, he would definitely become addicted and unable to resist the temptation. At that point, even if he wanted to live a low-key life as Lanling ordered, it would be impossible.

Although Fatty Dragon didn't understand the meaning behind Lanling's orders, he knew his master was always right and he had to obey. He nodded without hesitation. Anyway, following his master, he would become powerful sooner or later, so there was no need to rush.

Lanling calculated the time and said, "Get me a few more bags of blood plasma."

"Yes, Master."

Fatty Dragon turned to leave.

Lanling suddenly called out to Fatty Dragon, saying, "Don't make the good kind from before, just make some of the kind you sold me before..."

Damn it, what does quality matter when it's for Beatrice? It's better if she gets diarrhea...

Fatty Dragon looked at Lanling suspiciously, then said as if to show his loyalty, "Master, I want to give you the best."

"Go quickly, stop talking nonsense, just do what I tell you, stop nagging!"

Lanling said impatiently.

Fatty Dragon shrank back in fright, glanced at the door to make sure no one was outside, and scurried out...

When Lanling returned to the abandoned factory carrying the box of blood plasma, it was nearly midnight.

The sky was overcast, and the evening breeze carried a dampness, it looked like it was going to rain.

If this weather could last until tomorrow, it would be good news for Lanling. Without the sun, there would be less to worry about. Even if the polished giant python demon fangs didn't have the effect he imagined, at least he could use tomorrow to follow the archaeological team. Even if he had to leave the team later, he would still have a grasp of the team's direction and speed.

The route map Su Qingyuan gave him was completely useless to him.

Su Qingyuan had overestimated Lanling, truly treating him as a genius in the field of archaeology. Archaeology requires a deep understanding of geography; if Lanling were truly a genius, his grasp of geography would be exceptional, and he would know all the place names on the map.

Unfortunately, Lanling was a fraud, completely unfamiliar with the place names. His previous searches of Catherine's memories yielded only things like shopping paradises and secret love villas—utterly useless to him.

He was leaving tomorrow, and Lanling was burdened with worries and anxieties. As the saying goes, man proposes, God disposes; Lanling was finally beginning to understand the helplessness of ordinary people. Meanwhile,

Beatrice was still struggling with the Fox Spirit Technique. Her successful restraint at the beginning of last night had fueled her motivation, and she was seizing every moment to cultivate, striving to escape her current unbearable life as soon as possible.

The little fox was still in Beatrice's arms, enjoying the pink glow emanating from her lower abdomen.

When Lanling approached, the little fox's eyes snapped open, darting around before locking onto the box in Lanling's hand. It let out a joyful cry and darted towards him like lightning.

Damn!

Its nose is even better than a dog's! Imagining this little beast, who was a charming and alluring little demon just days ago, now reduced to this state, Lanling couldn't help but feel a sense of shared misfortune for the fox.

Normally, he would have kicked the little fox away, but instead, with that thought in mind, Lanling lovingly knelt down, took a bag of blood from the box, and presented it to the little fox. The fox looked at Lanling with surprise and delight, its eyes sparkling, constantly rubbing its furry head against the edge of Lanling's palm. Still relying on your hands? How can that be enjoyable? Forum reputation guaranteed! 3D male masturbator anime virgin physical sex toy highly realistic genital shape! Swallowing and spitting, irresistible! Click to enter.

The pungent smell of blood also jolted Beatrice awake from her meditation.

Speaking of which, our noble lady has suffered quite a bit these past few days.

Not to mention the physical pain from her injuries, just the daily humiliation of being forced to rape a man she considered utterly lowly is enough to cause her immense anguish.

As for food, back in the Western Continent, she either drank fresh human blood or, if she drank plasma, it was always the freshest and most delicious.

But lately?

Plasma has been provided without interruption, but its quality is truly appalling. If it weren't for Beatrice's resolve to abandon her pickiness in adversity, she would probably have starved to death by now. Poor

quality plasma is incredibly ineffective.

She already needs more nourishment while recovering from her injuries, and a single bag of inferior plasma each day simply cannot meet that need. Although Beatrice has never said it aloud, she knows she has truly tasted the bitterness of hunger.

Every day, she faces everything with pride, but deep down, she longs for the moment when Lanling will bring back the plasma.

The reason Lanling was allowed to leave for a few days was primarily to use his absence to train his will and break free from dependence on Lanling's body. Secondly, there was also the matter of securing food; if Lanling didn't go out to earn money, he probably wouldn't even have enough of that low-quality blood plasma to drink every day…

Lanling noticed that Beatrice had stopped practicing her seductive arts, opened her eyes, and hurriedly approached, carrying a box like a precious treasure.

“Master, look, I used all the advance salary from the client to buy you blood plasma. It should be enough for the next few days…”

Lanling said obsequiously, secretly sneering. Who knew if blood plasma left at this temperature for several days would still be drinkable? In any case, if Lanling were in that situation, he'd rather die than drink it.

Beatrice seemed oblivious to all this. She'd only been living a life of drinking human blood for a few days; how could she possibly be as comprehensive as this old zombie, Lanling?

Beatrice nodded slightly, snorted coldly, but made no move.

Lanling saw this and secretly sneered, thinking, “Keep pretending! Keep pretending! Let's see how long you can keep it up!”

"Master, here you go."

Lanling ingratiatingly took out a bag of blood plasma and handed it to Beatrice, who then drank it with great restraint.

As the blood rushed into her throat, she regained some strength. As the saying goes, when one is well-fed and warm, one thinks of lust. Poor Beatrice, even though she didn't want this to happen to her, couldn't control herself.

The heat within her blood aroused the desires ignited by her seductive arts, and Lanling before her instantly became the most potent aphrodisiac.

She had to get this bastard away from her… disappear… As Beatrice irresistibly walked towards Lanling, a vague thought flashed through her mind…

Lanling wasn't as interested in this tonight as he used to be. He had many things to prepare; first, he needed to find time to continue polishing the unfinished giant python demon's fangs.

In fact, with so many worries and concerns interfering with his mood, he had temporarily lost interest in sexual intercourse.

Facing Beatrice approaching, he silently stripped naked, sprawling on the ground like a submissive woman who obliged her husband to release her pent-up desires every day…

the meaning was clear: hurry up! I don't have time to play along for long.

Fortunately, Beatrice's reason had been completely swallowed by her surging desire; otherwise, if she had seen Lanling's current state, she would have either killed herself or, in shame and anger, committed suicide with him.

Damn it, this is too much! Doesn't this slut have any dignity?

Lanling lay on the ground, letting Beatrice rub and knead him, groaning and moaning... His mind was filled with worry, fearing that the poisonous fangs wouldn't work and all his efforts would be in vain.

Come to think of it, if Lanling weren't after his desire for sexual stamina, he'd really lost interest in Beatrice.

Our zombie god was originally quite a powerful figure; when had he ever slept with the same woman more than three times?

But since arriving in this world, including the deceased Catherine, Lanling had only slept with three women in total. This number... if his former zombie friends knew, they'd probably all despise him. The moment the word

"woman..."

appeared, Lanling's mind began to race with wild thoughts. The beautiful and charming Qiu Yan, the sexy and aloof policewoman Ling Xue, even the woman who drove him crazy—Ya Si—all flashed through his mind. Finally, his image settled on Ya Jie's voluptuous and sexy body, especially the black lace trim of the bra he had glimpsed, which made Lanling's blood boil and his imagination run wild.

At this moment, the woman, Bi Lisi, writhing violently against him, became his outlet.

Lanling, his body filled with desire, went from a dead fish to a raging dragon, mounting Bi Lisi and pinning her beneath him, thrusting into her and changing positions frequently.

Entering from behind, looking at Bi Lisi's slender waist, Lanling imagined Qiu Yan's graceful figure. As

his lower abdomen slammed against Bi Lisi's round and pert buttocks, Lanling thought of the alluring mature woman's charm emanating from Ya Jie's swaying hips as she walked.

His hands reached over Beatrice's body, kneading her full breasts forcefully. Lanling began to imagine whether Ling Xue's high, firm breasts beneath her police uniform were also so fleshy and soft, stirring his heart.

This was Lanling's farewell madness; he probably wouldn't have such a treat for the next few days. It was both satisfying his own needs and a gift to Beatrice.

Lanling's breathing grew heavier and stronger, while Beatrice's moans were sometimes long and drawn out, sometimes high-pitched, gradually fading into weakness…

Tonight there was no sexual intercourse, only pure release!

Under these circumstances, Lanling performed exceptionally well, employing a variety of techniques—above, below, forward, and backward—using every trick in the book to leave Beatrice limp and powerless. Beads of sweat glistened on her body, her beautiful eyes tightly shut, occasionally opening only to reveal a hazy, lustful state…

Usually, Beatrice would flee as soon as she regained her senses after her release, but tonight, after Lanling unleashed his powerful seed of desire, Beatrice, amidst the repeated tremors, actually fainted from pleasure.

After a while, she slightly opened her eyes, her delicate body trembling twice, a wave of alluring breasts rising before she became weak again. She secretly glanced at the naked, panting Lanling beside her, her pretty face flushed crimson, but she could only feign sleep, her heart bitterly avoiding the awkwardness of the moment.

How could Lanling not see through Beatrice's little trick? He secretly chuckled, pleased that she pretended to sleep until dawn.

Lanling feigned concern, glancing at Beryl with a look of unspoken concern. He hesitated, then sighed softly, draped his coat over her, and walked to his corner.

Beryl's eyes were closed, but not tightly; a small slit remained as she warily watched Lanling, fearing he might violate her while she slept.

This was pure ostrich-like behavior. Although she knew Lanling was intimately familiar with her body, she had been blinded by lust at the time, and things had spiraled out of control. Now that she was clear-headed, she couldn't allow anything else to happen.

Beryl clearly saw the concern in Lanling's eyes, and the slight fear tinged with hesitation. Especially when Lanling carefully covered her with his coat, Beryl's heart trembled inexplicably.

Immediately, Beatrice was startled by this feeling, clenching her fist tightly and stabbing her palm with her fingertips, using the pain to force the thought away...

Lanling diligently polished the nearly completed giant python fangs. It seemed this was not only physically demanding but also technically challenging. Even though Lanling had dabbled in various fields of knowledge, he never imagined he would one day be doing something related to dentistry.

Whew...

Finally, Lanling breathed a sigh of relief. Although the result wasn't perfect, even oddly shaped, at least the size was roughly the same as the dental model.

Looking at the two fangs in his palm, now countless times smaller, Lanling rubbed them carefully, wiping away all the powder. He desperately wanted to try it now, but he was also afraid that if he succeeded, the circulating energy would attract Beatrice's attention. Torn between these two dilemmas, he could only suppress his eagerness and wait for dawn.

It seemed Lanling's luck had truly turned.

At dawn, instead of the sunrise, a light rain began to fall from the sky, which had been brewing with dark clouds all night.

Looking outside, everything was gloomy.

Lanling didn't know whether to be happy or sad. He was happy because at least he wouldn't be exposed on the first day; he was sad because the giant python's fangs, which he had worked on all night, seemed unusable today

. After a moment's thought, Lanling chuckled. In any case, today would be a good omen without any danger. If he really had the chance to test the fangs, he would have to endure being exposed at any time, getting sunburned, and then running away.

He didn't know when, but Beatrice had already returned to her stone platform, sitting quietly with her eyes closed, not even as engrossed in practicing her fox charm techniques as usual.

Lanling walked to Beatrice's side and whispered, "Master, I'm leaving..."

"Mm,"

Beatrice responded faintly, without opening her eyes. The little fox, however, woke up with a start and happily tugged at Lanling's trouser leg, only to be gently pushed aside by Lanling.

"Master, take care, I'll be back soon,"

Lanling said.

This time, Beatrice didn't even respond. Lanling felt incredibly bored, cursing himself for being such a jerk, and turned to walk quickly towards the gate of the abandoned factory.

As Lanling's footsteps faded into the distance, Beatrice slowly opened her eyes, watching his figure disappear into the light. A thought suddenly flashed through her mind: Would he come back?

It wasn't that Beatrice doubted the loyalty of her vampire descendant, but rather that she realized Lanling didn't yet exhibit any vampire characteristics. Sunlight was fatal to him, and Lanling, this newly-minted vampire, obviously wouldn't know this…

Lanling walked along the streets of Qinglong City, letting the light rain soak his clothes, his wet hair clinging to his face and obscuring his eyes.

He enjoyed this feeling, completely ignoring the strange looks he received from passersby.

Ah…

it had been so long since he had swaggered out into the world during the day; Lanling was so excited he almost shouted.

For the first time, he felt that the sky was so beautiful, the earth was so beautiful, even the dirty puddles beside him were so magnificent. A long-lost feeling quickly surged through his body, a feeling of utter exhilaration welling up in his heart…

Chapter Eight: Before heading to the large building of the Tianfoshan

Cultural Relics Appraisal Class, a luxurious bus had already pulled up.

Most of the scholars had already gathered at the entrance of the building to take shelter from the rain, waiting for the departure time.

When Lanling arrived, it was already quite late, and for a young man participating in such a large event for the first time, he didn't seem very enthusiastic at all. This made those self-important scholars, who felt that allowing Lanling to accompany them was a favor, very dissatisfied.

Lanling didn't care about the disdainful looks. In a great mood, he was very diligent, helping the driver and staff move equipment and luggage as soon as he arrived at the door, bustling back and forth.

When all the equipment was arranged and organized, Lanling straightened up and let out a long sigh. Looking at the distant gray sky, he thought to himself, "Tianfo Mountain, here I come! "

A moment later, Su Qingyuan, dressed in full mountaineering gear and carrying a stack of documents, hurried to the entrance of the building to discuss some issues with the scholars.

When he saw Lanling, he exclaimed in surprise, "Lanling!"

Lanling quickly went to Su Qingyuan's side and smiled, "Professor Su, everything is ready, just waiting to set off."

Su Qingyuan frowned and said, "Why are you dressed like this?"

Archaeologists are more like explorers, facing many unexpected problems in the wild, so they pay special attention to details of clothing and equipment. But Lanling was dressed in ordinary clothes, without even an umbrella, and was soaking wet and inappropriately dressed.

"Old Su, I..."

Lanling smiled awkwardly, thinking to himself, "Archaeology is archaeology, why all the fuss? Damn, look at them, dressed like bears."

Then again, what kind of clothing could compare to this guy's steel-boned zombie skin?

Su Qingyuan immediately thought of Lanling's situation; he'd been wearing the same clothes for so long without changing. If life weren't so difficult, why would he be like this?

Su Qingyuan then loudly summoned a staff member, instructing him to find Lanling a suitable set of equipment.

Lanling was happy to have new clothes. Although the wet clothes didn't affect his body, they were out of place in this group. Especially since, although the clothes were bulky, they looked pretty cool; experiencing life a bit more was worthwhile.

Inside the luxury bus, Lanling changed his clothes while glancing left and right out the window. The smiling look from before was gone, replaced by a wary expression.

Although he had been looking forward to this trip for a long time, he felt it was fraught with danger.

Although Lanling's abilities had declined significantly, he was confident that his perception of the outside world had been honed to an instinct over the past three thousand years, and wouldn't diminish with his abilities.

To Lanling's surprise, there were no energy fluctuations or demonic auras within his sensing range.

He assumed that the True Martial Artists or cultivators should be protecting these scholars, since what had appeared at Tianfo Mountain was beyond the realm of ordinary people, and it was their duty to protect ordinary people.

Strange… Lanling rubbed his nose, his mind filled with doubts. Were the demons in this world all principled? Wouldn't they harm ordinary people?

Damn it, if that were the case, then the demons in his original world were incredibly unethical.

Suddenly!

A surge of energy entered Lanling's mind from afar.

It's here after all. They really know how to hold their breath!

A smile appeared on Lanling's lips. Having these dangerous elements appear before him every day was much better than having them protect him secretly while he was constantly on guard.

A moment later, a police car sped up and screeched to a halt a short distance from the building, splashing up a puddle of water.

The car door opened, and Ling Xue stepped out, puffing out her cheeks. Behind her, a graceful figure emerged – none other than Qiu Yan.

Lan Ling's eyes widened in disbelief; he couldn't help but admire Qiu Yan's persistence and ability. It seemed she had actually infiltrated the archaeological team…

High in the sky.

Behind a dark cloud, the old Taoist Songyun and the lazy monk, bathed in a milky-white light, watched everything on the ground with smug satisfaction.

"Old Taoist, why the sudden change of heart? I remember you always refused to let Qiu Yan leave,"

the lazy monk said lazily, his eyes half-closed.

Song Yunzi smiled and said, "Don't play dumb. Do you think you don't know what I'm thinking?"

The Lazy Monk sighed and suddenly changed the subject, saying, "I'm increasingly convinced of your words. True Martial cultivators have unlimited potential. They act decisively and without hesitation, far surpassing us old fogies of the cultivation world."

Song Yunzi agreed, "Indeed, if the cultivation world continues as it is now, it will be overtaken by the True Martial world within a hundred years." The Lazy Monk

suddenly laughed and said, "So you're actually helping the True Martial world ..." "Is she a cultivator or a practitioner? It seems that Su Jianghe only decided to change the plan immediately after talking to you last night, right?"

Song Yunzi said solemnly, "I'm helping people."

The lazy monk's eyes suddenly opened, staring at Song Yunzi. After a moment, he exclaimed, "Old Daoist, if we're talking about magnanimity and compassion, no one in the cultivation world can compare to you. It's laughable that such a person has become a heretic and been expelled from the sect. The decline of the Sanqing Sect is already destined."

Song Yunzi smiled bitterly and suddenly asked, "How is Qiu Yan's comprehension of the Maitreya Mantra?"

"A pure Yin female body, the most Yin body, is the most difficult to cultivate the extremely Yang and strong Maitreya Mantra at the beginning. However, you are right. Qiu Yan's talent is rare in a hundred years. She is just waiting for the right time. With the gentle Qi of your Sanqing Mantra as a guide, the Yin and Yang will be harmonized sooner or later. At that time, Qiu Yan's future will be limitless!"

the lazy monk said.

"That's good. This can be considered a trial for her. Flowers in a greenhouse can't withstand the cold wind in the end. If she only focuses on cultivation, she will eventually encounter a bottleneck, and it will be much more difficult to break through then,"

Song Yunzi said with a smile.

"Just for her to gain experience?" Lan

Hejie looked at Song Yunzi with a half-smile.

Song Yunzi said, "Monk, with the appearance of the Tianfo Mountain ancient temple ruins, the Demon Alliance seems determined to obtain it. I'm a little worried that they will break the agreement of our cultivation world and attack ordinary humans. Qiu Yan and that True Martial Artist Ling Xue, although their cultivation is not high, if they really encounter such a thing, at least they can call the police for us so that we can feel the danger in time. You should know that we each have our own things to do. It's not feasible to follow them around all day. Moreover, if the Demon Alliance doesn't break the agreement, then following ordinary people around all day will only give us something to talk about."

The Lazy Monk hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's true. It's said that there have been changes in the leadership of the Demon Alliance. Judging from the museum incident last time, the Demon Alliance's actions are becoming somewhat reckless. Sigh... I really don't know which demon is the new leader of the alliance."

Song Yunzi laughed, "It's always good to be careful. I've given my Heartstring Ruyi, which I've cultivated, to Qiu Yan. As long as demonic energy appears within a certain range around her, I'll sense it immediately."

"Ha, you're really generous. That's one of the treasures used to fight against the Heavenly Tribulation,"

the Lazy Monk said, giving a thumbs up.

Song Yunzi laughed and scolded, "Monk, are you deliberately mocking me? Whether I can even reach that level is still unknown. Besides, I only have one disciple, what's there to be reluctant about? Unlike you, old man, who only knows how to hoard things!"

The lazy monk said with a mournful face, "Who hoarded anything? Your precious disciple is clever and mischievous, she's more ruthless than a robber when she's plundering my magic treasures, how could I hoard anything?"

"Haha..."

Song Yunzi laughed loudly, "Serves you right. Who told Qiu Yan to know that her monk uncle is stingy? If she didn't use some tricks, she probably wouldn't get anything."

The lazy monk thought of the scenes where Qiu Yan tried every means to plunder his magic treasures, and felt a headache coming on. He changed the subject and said, "By the way, has the vampire clan made any moves last time?"

"No, the barrier I set up didn't react at all. If that vampire count isn't dead, she's at least seriously injured. Since the barrier didn't react, it means she's been lying in wait somewhere without making a move. But that's unlikely, isn't it? She's been gone for so long; she would have starved to death by now. Besides, I've investigated all the hospitals with blood banks through Qiu Yan's father, and there's no evidence of missing blood plasma..."

Song Yunzi said, frowning.

Sigh...

cultivators ultimately don't understand human nature very well.

If an outsider takes it, that's called stealing, but there are people in this world called insiders...

Fatty Long abused his power for personal gain, and his uncle is the hospital director. Even if so much blood plasma is missing, how could outsiders know? Let alone the police station.

Song Yunzi and the Lazy Monk discussed for a while longer when suddenly a golden light shot towards them from afar. The Lazy Monk's eyes sharpened, and he formed a hand seal. With a single gesture, a golden communication jade slip appeared in his palm. Sensing the information contained within, the Lazy Monk frowned slightly and muttered, "It's getting more and more chaotic. Even they want to get involved..."

"Who?"

Song Yunzi asked curiously.

The Lazy Monk said, "Go back to Sanqing Temple and wait for me. I will naturally come to discuss things with you after I know the details."

After speaking, the Lazy Monk activated the golden alms bowl beneath his feet. The bowl hummed and transformed into a golden light, carrying the Lazy Monk towards the southeast.

Song Yunzi, watching the direction the Lazy Monk disappeared in, also hurriedly activated his own magic weapon and rushed towards Sanqing Temple.

Because Song Yunzi and the Lazy Monk were too far from the ground, far beyond Lanling's sensing range, Lanling's attention was now entirely focused on Ling Xue and Qiu Yan.

He sensed that Qiu Yan's backpack emitted extremely strong energy fluctuations, yet lacked any offensive power, likely indicating a powerful defensive magic item.

Ling Xue, on the other hand, appeared to be empty-handed, without even a backpack, yet she radiated a domineering energy, originating from the same source as the energy emanating from Su Jianghe that day.

The energy of this hidden treasure was simply too formidable; when Lan Ling tried to sense it, he was almost overwhelmed by its power, feeling a chill run

down his spine and secretly lamenting his impending doom. He was already no match for Ling Xue, and if she deliberately caused him trouble along the way, possessing this treasure, she could instantly kill him. Lan Ling sat on the bus, observing the passengers through the window, his eyes half-closed, his mind racing.

The most obvious danger currently stemmed from Ling Xue. Fortunately, Ling Xue was of upright character; her continued searching for evidence of Lan Ling's crimes without taking action against him before finding any evidence was enough to demonstrate her principled nature.

This was a stroke of luck amidst misfortune; at least Lan Ling could sense the impending danger.

How should he deal with it?

Lanling racked his brains…

Suddenly!

Lanling's eyes lit up, his gaze fixed on Qiu Yan outside. Ha, wasn't this the perfect protective umbrella?

Ling Xue had to consider Qiu Yan's feelings, after all. As long as Qiu Yan was firmly under his control, even if Ling Xue made a move, Lanling was absolutely confident that Qiu Yan would step in. Hmph, although Ling Xue's hidden treasure was powerful and domineering, the energy fluctuations of the magic weapon in Qiu Yan's backpack were no less than Ling Xue's treasure. It was just that Qiu Yan's magic weapon was defensive, lacking the sharpness and overt power of offensive treasures.

After the departure time arrived, Su Qingyuan still directed the travelers to the luxury bus.

Lanling also hurriedly got up from his seat to greet them at the entrance of the bus, and diligently helped the scholars with their small luggage.

Dressed in professional attire, Ya Jie walked at the back of the scholar group, glancing back frequently, seemingly waiting for Ling Xue. Ya Jie had put considerable thought into getting Ling Xue to join the team; originally, the higher-ups had considered requiring specialists from the Zhenwu Academy for this task, but through Ya Jie's connections, she managed to get Ling Xue, who hadn't yet officially entered the academy

, to participate. Archaeology, while sometimes dangerous, refers to adventurous expeditions. This was different; the Tianfoshan ancient temple ruins had already been excavated, their condition clear, making it a purposeful academic project—not only safe,

but practically like sightseeing. This trip was an excellent opportunity; Ya Jie hoped to use it to improve the tense relationship between mother and daughter. If they could completely resolve their differences, it would be the most surprising and rewarding outcome.

Unfortunately, Ling Xue seemed very reluctant to participate, her pretty face gloomy, only occasionally flashing a perfunctory smile at Qiu Yan, who was deliberately teasing her.

Ling Xue had already figured out that Ya Jie wanted to wait for her, so the longer Ya Jie waited, the further back she went, even stopping in her tracks. It was clear she was willing to linger at a distance as long as Ya Jie didn't get on the bus quickly.

Helpless, Ya Jie sighed and absentmindedly reached for the door to climb the bus steps. Unexpectedly, her hand was immediately grasped by a large hand. The warmth of the man's palm made Ya Jie's heart tremble, and she looked up in alarm.

"Professor Ya Jie, be careful, don't slip."

Lan Ling held Ya Jie's small hand, feeling its softness and smoothness. "Tsk tsk, this woman takes such good care of herself, even her hands are as smooth as a virgin's."

To outsiders, this action seemed perfectly normal, but Ya Jie's absent-mindedness was obvious to everyone. And indeed, she hadn't been there; if Lan Ling hadn't pulled her back, her foot would have landed on a crack in the steps, at least twisting her ankle.

Ya Jie glared at Lan Ling. She was already annoyed by Ling Xue's situation, and after Lan Ling's blatant groping of her last time, she harbored no goodwill towards him whatsoever. Now, with his hand being grabbed in front of everyone, Ya Jie's face flushed crimson, and she was about to rebuke him.

Lan Ling, however, wasn't about to give this woman the chance to humiliate him in public. He smiled inwardly, and with a sudden burst of strength, pulled Ya Jie up the steps, even managing to step into the carriage. The shock from the force, combined with the unexpected fright, caused her to swallow the words she was about to utter.

"Professor Ya Jie, be careful, hehe."

Lanling smiled respectfully, then walked past Ya Jie without glancing at her again, got off the bus, and said to Qiu Yan, who was not far away, "Qiu Yan, hurry up, we're about to leave."

Qiu Yan's eyes lit up when she saw Lanling, and she quickly grabbed Ling Xue's arm, saying, "Sister Ling Xue, hurry up, we're about to leave!"

She then pulled Ling Xue along and started running.

"Teacher Lanling, hee hee,"

Qiu Yan said with a smile.

Lanling laughed, "You're really something, you actually managed to sneak in..."

After so much contact, Lanling's polite manner towards Qiu Yan had diminished. In fact, this was intentional; he wanted to first bridge the gap through language, making Qiu Yan feel closer to him...

This fell into the realm of psychology, and Lanling's experience was simply the result of many romantic encounters. He didn't have the eloquence to explain things clearly in a philosophical way.

"Of course, who do you think I am?"

Qiu Yan said smugly, having gotten her wish. In her heart, she had already regarded Lan Ling as a good friend, a friend like an older brother. A beautiful woman can be proud and cold, but that's for outsiders. With friends, everything is out of nature—mischievous, playful, without so many reservations.

"Ling Xue, you're here too."

Lan Ling smiled at this female plague.

Ling Xue snorted coldly and said, "Can't I come? I'm here to watch you! To prevent you from doing bad things."

Because of various reasons, she hadn't been able to successfully obtain evidence of Lan Ling's crimes, and Ling Xue was still resentful. She was already unwilling to come here, and it was only right that Lan Ling became her punching bag.

Lanling dared not provoke this girl now. Adhering to the principle of avoiding her if possible, and if not avoiding her, he would just grin and say, "Alright, under Officer Lingxue's watchful eye, I'll definitely show you what a hardworking young man is like."

Qiu Yan laughed out loud, "Teacher Lanling is shameless."

Lanling and Lingxue had been at odds several times, and Lingxue never expected Lanling to joke with her in this way. She was speechless for a moment, glared at Lanling fiercely, pushed him aside, and got into her car.

Qiu Yan secretly gave him a thumbs up and whispered, "Teacher Lanling, Sister Lingxue is in a bad mood. I'm really afraid you'll get angry and things will get ugly."

Lanling smiled and said, "I was wrong before too. She misunderstood me, so let's just wait for the misunderstanding to clear up. I don't need to go against her, right?"

"That's right, don't forget, you're a teacher, you can't be petty..."

Qiu Yan giggled.

The two then boarded the luxury bus together. When they reached the back of the bus, Lanling's eyes widened in shock.

There were two sets of seats at the very back. Ya Jie sat alone in the front, while Ling Xue chose not to sit with her, opting instead for the other set of empty seats. This meant that Lanling had to choose between sitting with Ya Jie and with Ling Xue.

Lanling was stunned. What to do?

Sitting with Ya Jie was certainly nice; a mature woman, let alone touching her, her alluring fragrance was enough to captivate. But sitting so casually next to her, after what had just happened, Ya Jie might be harboring thoughts of devouring him. If she scolded him on the bus, he would lose face in front of Qiu Yan.

Sitting with Ling Xue?

Lanling shuddered and quickly dismissed the idea. Ling Xue was more ferocious than a tiger…

Qiu Yan faced the same dilemma as Lanling, unsure of what to choose.

"Qiuyan, come, sit with your sister..."

Ling Xue had already reached out and called to Qiuyan.

"Oh..." Qiuyan responded and walked over. Since Ling Xue had invited her, there was no need to choose.

"Qiuyan, come sit with your auntie,"

Ya Jie suddenly said as well.

Unable to be with her daughter as she wished, Ya Jie was very annoyed, but when she anticipated sitting with that hateful man, she hurriedly spoke up, even grabbing Qiuyan who was walking past her.

"Qiuyan, come."

Ling Xue also grabbed Qiuyan's other hand, coldly looking at Ya Jie.

Seeing this scene, Lanling was incredibly frustrated. Damn it, Qiuyan was a treasure, but he was treated like unwanted weed.

"Xue'er, sit with your mother..."

Ya Jie looked pitifully at Ling Xue.

Ling Xue snorted coldly and said, "Do you want me to get off now?"

Then, Ling Xue looked at Ya Jie with disdain, completely disregarding Qiu Yan standing beside her, and said in a vicious whisper, "You abandoned me and Dad for a despicable man. You like despicable men so much, I gave you the chance. Look, isn't that man despicable enough?"

As she spoke, Ling Xue forcefully pulled Qiu Yan to her side, gently lowered the armrest of her seat for Qiu Yan, and then, without even glancing at Ya Jie, made small talk with Qiu Yan.

Qiu Yan looked at Ling Xue, then at the miserable-looking Ya Jie, feeling incredibly awkward in the middle.

"What are you still standing there for? Sit down quickly,"

Ling Xue glared at Lan Ling, who was standing there dumbfounded, and said in a low voice.

Lan Ling cursed inwardly, but she had heard their conversation clearly because they were close by. It seemed that Ya Jie really was a slut, definitely cheating on her husband and daughter.

The luxury bus was top-notchly equipped. Each seat had a small LCD TV for those behind, along with individual earphones to prevent disturbances. Most comfortably, there was an oxygen supply machine. Breathing fresh oxygen while watching your favorite program during the journey was pure bliss.

It was precisely for this reason that the scene between Ling Xue and her companion went unseen and unheard. Even if one or two people had seen it, they wouldn't have cared. Everyone has their own troubles, and no one had the right to act as a peacemaker…

“I…”

Lanling stood beside Ya Jie's seat, forcing a smile.

Ya Jie glanced at Ling Xue, who completely ignored her, let out a soft sigh, then gave Lanling a disdainful look before turning to put on her earphones, making room for him.

Lanling plopped down, saying nothing, and haphazardly searched for TV programs, refusing to wear the oxygen mask. The mature, alluring fragrance emanating from Ya Jie seemed far more pleasant to him than the purest oxygen.

Lanling and Yajie were both wearing bulky professional uniforms, and their movements inevitably caused some friction. Although it was still a long way from skin-to-skin contact, Yajie was already extremely disgusted and tried her best to shrink herself, pressing herself against the carriage wall to avoid Lanling's touch.

Lanling saw this and laughed inwardly. "Damn it," he thought, "this woman really thinks she has some kind of shrinking magic?

Damn it, the seats are only so big, and she's sitting in the inner part. Shrink away, shrink away! If you've got the guts, shrink into the carriage wall!"

The carriage was very smooth, with occasional bumps that didn't affect the passengers.

But Lanling's actions were just too exaggerated!

Whenever the ride is bumpy, he sways from side to side and always leans inward... Anyway, the seat is high enough that no one around, including Ling Xue behind him, will notice Lanling's actions because of the high seat's obstruction. Of course, if someone wanted to see, they would, but Ling Xue usually avoids looking at Ya Jie like the plague. Would she be so foolish as to get up and check now?

It's just a pity for our beautiful, mature, and sexy Professor Ya Jie.

Before, she deliberately avoided leaning inward, but now she has no choice. Every time Lanling sways, he leans inward violently, making Ya Jie's shoulders ache. She wants to kick this jerk out immediately.

Endure!

Don't lose your composure in front of Ling Xue!

Ya Jie tells herself silently, her anger almost exploding inside, but she can only use Ling Xue's presence to ease her emotions.

But Lanling is deliberately toying with her, not giving her a moment's peace. Ya Jie has never suffered such humiliation. A man is openly bullying her, which she finds unbearable.

Unable to lose her temper, Ya Jie could at least leave. She had been patiently sitting there, simply wanting to be closer to Ling Xue, but now it seemed Ling Xue's prejudice against her ran too deep; even if she got closer, Ling Xue wouldn't pay her any attention.

After hesitating for a moment, Ya Jie resolutely opened a small cover on the chair, revealing many small buttons, each labeled with a number.

This was the car's intercom; the number represented the seat number. Pressing a button would allow her to communicate with the person sitting in that seat.

Ya Jie wanted to press Su Qingyuan's seat number, intending to request a seat change. Knowing Su Qingyuan's kind nature, she was sure he would agree.

Lan Ling saw through her plan. Ha, she finally had such a thrilling opportunity; how could she let such a golden opportunity slip away?

Just as Ya Jie was about to press the button, Lan Ling's large hand swiftly grabbed hers.

This was the second time, and even rougher than the first. Ya Jie felt a slight pain from the grip, and her current fear made her incredibly tense. Instinctively, she opened her mouth, about to scream at any moment.

Lanling quickly glanced around, making sure no one was paying attention, then swiftly covered Ya Jie's mouth with her other hand. Under Ya Jie's panicked gaze, she whispered, "Do you want everyone to see? I'm nothing, just a scoundrel, but I really want Ling Xue to see that her mother can get so intimate with a strange man so quickly..."

As she spoke, Lanling gently stroked Ya Jie's hand, her manner very intimate.

Ya Jie's body trembled violently, her face instantly turning ashen.

Public opinion is a powerful force; everyone believes what they see and uses it to express their opinions, but no one wants to investigate the true nature of what they see, especially matters between men and women. If misunderstood, even with multiple mouths, one cannot clear their name.

Ya Jie deeply understood this. Wasn't it because of gossip that she lost her husband and daughter, causing her daughter to still consider her an enemy?

Some things are inexplicable, especially preconceived notions that can dominate one's perspective.

Ya Jie couldn't imagine how Ling Xue would treat her if she really saw all this; perhaps she would never look at her again...

Lan Ling gazed into Ya Jie's eyes, smiled slightly, withdrew his hand from hers, and put his index finger to his lips

, saying "Shh..." before slowly pulling his hand away from her mouth.

Ya Jie looked at Lan Ling in panic. If this man was just an annoying one before, he had instantly transformed into a devil. This devil had seized her weakness, filling her with extreme fear and hesitation.

Lan Ling was very satisfied with Ya Jie's current expression. Recalling her previous arrogant and haughty gaze, Lan Ling felt incredibly pleased.

He chuckled, his eyes clearly telling Ya Jie to be sensible and behave...

Then, Lanling picked up the oxygen mask beside Ya Jie and, under Ya Jie's tense gaze, put it on her. He then activated the communication device hidden within Ya Jie's mask; for the convenience of those using oxygen, the mask also had a small communication device.

Afterward, Lanling put on his own mask, activated the communication device, and pressed the call button for Ya Jie's seat number.

Without waiting for Ya Jie to react, he had already pressed the answer button for her.

Hmm...

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