[Fantasy] Toothless Zombie (Complete) - 25

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Chapter Three: One-by-One Kills

As they spoke, an overwhelming wave of zombie aura swept towards Brown and Clark, centered on Lanling. The massive vortex formed by the zombie aura exerted a powerful suction, causing Brown and Clark to sway uncontrollably.

In an instant, Brown and Clark realized the gap between themselves and their opponents, and an ominous premonition gripped their hearts.

Brown and Clark exchanged a glance; the tacit understanding developed over years of partnership allowed them to quickly grasp each other's meaning.

"Holy Light!"

Brown and Clark roared simultaneously, their broadswords of light and shadow merging together, instantly doubling the intense holy energy, which swept towards Lanling and Fatty Dragon like a reversed Milky Way.

When the light appeared, breaking through a bit of the zombie aura, Brown and Clark suddenly separated, their bodies enveloped in a protective layer of holy energy, and shot off in two different directions.

A smile crept across Lanling's lips as he murmured, "I told you, none of you are getting away."

Lanling formed a hand seal, and his natal artifact, "Candied Hawthorn," appeared with a whoosh, shooting into the air like lightning. Its rotation accelerated rapidly, forming a massive energy vortex centered on it.

Natal artifacts possess an abnormal absorption capacity for this kind of power, including holy energy. Lanling's original intention was to use Brown and Clark to test what new functions his natal artifact might have. Therefore, he didn't issue an attack command, but rather an absorption command.

"Candied Hawthorn" spun rapidly, the vortex growing ever larger, visibly distorting even the dark space.

The holy protective layer, originally used to protect himself, now became Brown and Clark's death trap. Under the powerful absorption of his natal artifact, the holy protective layer enveloping the two was torn open like a ripped garment, leaving a long gash, and holy energy was continuously sucked out.

Brown and Clark were instantly terrified!

Completely bewildered, this bizarre situation was unprecedented in their countless battles.

However, they were unaware that the current phenomenon stemmed from the protective layer formed by their circulating holy energy. Therefore, they desperately accelerated the circulation of energy, trying to break through this terrifying suction force. This created a deadly vicious cycle: the more energy they circulated, the more their natal artifacts absorbed; the more they absorbed, the stronger the suction became. The

energy lines between their natal artifacts and Brown and Clark grew thicker, meaning the natal artifacts absorbed even more.

Gradually, Brown and Clark were astonished to find that their energy wasn't being neutralized by external forces, but rather rapidly dissipating.

Lanling was also utterly astonished by this scene. This experiment was truly astonishing; he had never imagined that simply activating the absorption ability of one's natal artifacts could be so powerful, even stronger than a combination of absorption and attack.

Brown and Clark's eyes widened in disbelief. Only they could truly feel the excruciating pain they endured—a terrifying sensation, as if a hand were pulling at their souls, relentlessly dragging them towards the abyss of hell…

As their natal artifacts absorbed more energy, the vortex grew even larger, seemingly spanning the heavens and earth.

Not only were Brown and Clark's energy being frantically drained, but spiritual energy within a radius of hundreds of miles was also rushing in, surging into their natal artifacts.

Lanling, connected to his natal artifacts by telepathy, could clearly sense their expansion!

For Lanling, this was not a good thing; if it continued, he would lose control of his natal artifacts.

Brown and Clark felt even worse. After their energy was completely absorbed, they could clearly see two shadows within their bodies—their souls—being forcibly pulled from their bodies and sucked into the massive energy vortex created by their natal artifacts.

Meanwhile,

all cultivators within hundreds of miles of Qinglong City were astonished. The frenzied surge of spiritual energy attracted widespread attention.

In Su Qingyuan's villa, Su Jianghe sat on the sofa and asked, "Dad, who did Su Yue go out with? Why hasn't she come back yet?"

"With her classmate. They seem to be very close. Su Yue has been too withdrawn lately. Going out and playing with friends isn't a bad thing,"

Su Qingyuan said casually.

Suddenly!

Su Jianghe abruptly stood up, his body flashing to the window like lightning. As a True Martial Artist, he didn't need much spiritual energy, so his sensitivity to it was somewhat dull. By the time he could sense it, the surge of spiritual energy was already an extremely terrifying amount.

Su Qingyuan looked at Su Jianghe in astonishment. He knew Su Jianghe had never displayed his True Martial Artist abilities at home before.

"Jianghe, what are you doing?"

Su Qingyuan asked, frowning.

"Dad, I'm going out for a bit. If Ling Xue comes later, tell her to go back first and say I'll go see her tomorrow,"

Su Jianghe hurriedly finished speaking, then flashed out the window, his entire body soaring into the sky like a sharp blade.

In Qiu Yan's room, Qiu Yan, who was browsing various archaeological knowledge online, felt a sudden unease. Her internal energy fluctuated violently. After hesitating for a moment, Qiu Yan cautiously went outside to check that her parents were asleep. She then returned to her room, summoned her magical sword, and a flash of blue light shot towards the Taoist temple.

Ling Xue drove through the streets of Qinglong City, her destination Su Qingyuan's house. She had arranged to discuss enrollment with Su Jianghe that evening. Her True Martial Power level wasn't high enough to sense changes in spiritual energy. True Martial Artists primarily cultivate their physical bodies and have little need for spiritual energy. However, Ling Xue inadvertently saw flashes of light across the sky from time to time. Based on her experience, she recognized these as the light of a True Martial Artist in flight.

Ling Xue stopped the car, leaned out the window, and carefully observed the sky. After a moment, she hesitated, chose the direction of a light, and sped off.

Brown and Clark's soulless bodies plummeted from the sky. Lan Ling hurriedly forcibly retrieved their natal corpse artifacts, cutting off the flow of spiritual energy.

When he sensed energy fluctuations rapidly moving in his direction, Lanling hesitated for a moment, then transformed into a streak of crimson light and fled into the distance.

Seeing this, Fatty Dragon quickly followed suit.

Tu Yao, hidden within a cloud of black magic mist, watched the scene unfold in utter shock. Her cherry-red lips gaped open, unable to close.

It was all too astonishing. The two Holy Court warriors hadn't even had a chance to attack before their souls were absorbed by some inexplicable method.

Heavens!

This was far more powerful and swift than any soul-devouring black magic she had encountered in the Dark Church. What kind of beings were those two men?

Azure Dragon City, the place where she had grown up, how could being there now fill her with such chilling fear?

Tu Yao suppressed her terror and cautiously moved towards her home.

Not far from her, Lanling squinted at the direction Tu Yao had left, and whispered to Fatty Long, "Follow her. I want to see where she's going. Ha, a woman who cultivates demonic energy, a good cauldron... Let's see what she's up to, acting all sneaky."

Fatty Long nodded, circulated his zombie energy, and silently floated behind Tu Yao, following her.

Lanling gazed into the distance, sensing the increasing strength of several approaching energies. To his horror, he discovered that one of them was Su Jianghe's energy aura. Back at the museum, Lanling had witnessed Su Jianghe's earth-shattering punch, and even now, the memory still sent shivers down his spine. Although his energy had surged, Lanling wasn't sure if he could be a match for Su Jianghe.

After a moment's hesitation, Lanling turned and darted towards the hotel.

In the bar of the five-star hotel, Su Yue was still slumped over the bar counter. Fortunately, this wasn't a shady club; the patrons were all people of status. So, although some people coveted Su Yue's beauty and kept glancing in their direction, no one dared to make a move under the watchful eyes of everyone.

"Miss, Miss..."

The bartender gently nudged Su Yue, who hummed twice but didn't look up.

The bartender couldn't help but feel secretly pleased. Girls like Su Yue, who get drunk alone and end up unable to go home, often end up as waiters or bartenders. Working in a bar, if you can't sleep with more than a few women a year, you can only blame your looks for being a disgrace to society.

Lanling entered the bar, went straight to the counter, and sat down next to Su Yue.

"Sir, what would you like?"

The bartender, whose memory had been erased by Juliet, clearly didn't recognize Lanling.

"A strong drink, on the rocks,"

Lanling casually ordered.

"What kind?"

the bartender asked.

"What's with the nonsense? I said anything, anything is fine!"

Lanling said impatiently, the sharp look in his eyes making the bartender tremble. He quickly went to pour Lanling's drink.

Lanling turned to look at Su Yue. There was still a small amount of residual demonic energy on Su Yue's body. This demonic energy interfered with Su Yue's brain, and combined with the considerable amount of alcohol she had drunk, the alcohol had left her still in a deep sleep. Still using her hands? How could it be so pleasurable? Forum reputation guaranteed! 3D male masturbator, anime virgin physical sex toy, highly realistic genital shape! Intense and irresistible! Click to enter.

Lanling scrutinized Su Yue's profile, reminiscing about the passion of that night. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Su Yue was a gift from heaven during his unlucky days; otherwise, with his strength back then, how could he have possessed such a woman's body?

He wondered what the relationship was between Su Yue and the woman with the obvious demonic energy. Lanling hesitated for a moment, then swaggered over, hoisting Su Yue onto his shoulder and leaving the bar.

"Sir, your drink..."

the bartender called after him.

Lanling didn't even turn his head, striding out of the bar. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he carried Su Yue into the hotel lobby elevator, attracting the attention of many in the lobby.

In Lanling's presidential suite, Beatrice had already moved Juliet to Beatrice's room in this suite.

Having suffered greatly from Lanling's exploitation, Juliet, now extremely weak and weakened, is enduring a variety of tortures from Beatrice.

If Juliet were in her normal state, Beatrice would be no match for her. This isn't a matter of energy strength, but rather because holy energy is the natural enemy of vampire energy, possessing a strong corrosive effect on vampires. Only vampires at least two levels higher than Juliet could fight her to a standstill.

But now, Juliet is completely at Beatrice's mercy, like a fish on a chopping block.

Even without Lanling's orders, Beatrice wouldn't kill Juliet. The Holy Court of Light is the source of her brother's death and her current predicament; to Beatrice, killing Juliet would be too lenient.

Thinking of the pain she has endured for so long, and all the humiliation she suffered at Lanling's hands, Beatrice vents all her resentment on Juliet.

This former top student of the Royal College of London was now hurling the most vulgar insults at Juliet, slapping her face repeatedly.

"Bitch! Son of a bitch! You think you're so tough? Why don't you fight back!"

Beatrice slapped Juliet hard, cursing viciously.

"Do you know how much pain I've suffered these past few days! You wretch! It's all your fault! It's all your fault, you nosy bastards! Sooner or later I'll destroy the entire Holy See of Light!"

Beatrice grabbed Juliet's ample breasts, leaving a bruise on Juliet's fair skin when she withdrew her hand.

Juliet began to regret regaining consciousness too soon; if she had remained unconscious, she wouldn't have felt such pain.

Although the vampire race had been sealed away for centuries, if Beatrice and her brother hadn't unexpectedly awakened, Juliet's generation of Holy See knights would never have encountered vampires. However, as a member of the Holy See, a Holy Knight had spent her childhood studying the knowledge of eradicating all dark creatures in the world, in addition to her training. The unwavering resolve to oppose vampires and other dark beings was deeply ingrained in her heart.

Now, fallen into the hands of vampires, Juliet had no desire to survive; she only wished for a quick death, like the ancestors described in the scriptures who fought and sacrificed themselves against vampires.

"Damn vampires! Kill me if you dare! You most filthy creatures in the world!"

Juliet gasped, her words defiant.

Beryl's eyes blazed with fury as her hands ravaged Juliet's body, her mouth venomous as she said, "You self-proclaimed saint, you're filthier than anyone else! Weren't you moaning so loudly just now? Ha! Your body is also filled with the semen of those so-called most filthy creatures you speak of."

Juliet's body trembled violently, a wave of extreme humiliation washing over her. She forced her eyes wide open, looking at Beryl with disdain.

Juliet's disdain deeply stung Beatrice!

Even before her awakening, Beatrice harbored a deep-seated inferiority complex due to her impoverished noble birth. She studied diligently and remained chaste, all to escape this inferiority. When she fell into Lanling's hands and was subjected to his humiliation and manipulation, the humiliation intensified, pushing her inferiority complex to its peak. *

Slap! Slap!

* "Look, what are you looking at! I'll gouge your eyes out!"

Beatrice slapped Juliet several times, shouting angrily.

Suddenly!

Beatrice's eyes lit up, and a chilling smile appeared on Beatrice's beautiful face.

"Are Holy Knights so holy? Haha… vampires are so filthy and inferior, aren't they? Well then, my esteemed Holy Knight lady, I'll turn you into a vampire, into that kind of inferior creature you speak of!"

Beatrice said with a cold laugh.

"No!"

Juliet cried out in alarm. She had read in the ancient texts about the vampire race's development of offspring. Becoming a descendant of a vampire meant having her soul controlled by someone else, becoming their puppet, and never being able to escape.

This was worse than death!

After tormenting Juliet for so long, Beatrice finally saw the dawn of victory. Looking at Juliet's panicked expression, the feeling of revenge was exhilarating and incredibly satisfying.

Beatrice slowly stood up, fleshy wings suddenly appearing under her ribs, two fangs protruding from her red lips, and her azure eyes turning blood red...

"Holy Knight, ha, my first descendant..."

Beatrice's voice was sinister, causing Juliet to tremble. Her body tried to struggle, but the pain and weakness made even the slightest movement futile.

Beatrice's two fleshy wings suddenly coiled around Juliet's body, wrapping them tightly together. Beatrice opened her mouth and slowly bit down on Juliet's neck.

"No...no...ah!"

Juliet felt a sharp pain in her neck, a chilling aura rushing into her body. Instantly, her entire body felt as if it had fallen into an ice cellar, frozen stiff, her consciousness gradually blurring...blurring...

A moment later, Beatrice threw Juliet to the ground, licking the blood from the corner of her mouth. Juliet fell to the ground without making a sound, completely unconscious.

The door opened.

Lanling walked in, carrying Su Yue, smiling.

"Master..."

Beatrice hurriedly retracted her wings and called softly, looking down at the wounded and unconscious Juliet, her heart pounding with fear, afraid of being punished by Lanling.

In fact, Lanling had been waiting outside for quite some time. He had just entered the suite when he heard the commotion in Beatrice's room. He peeked through the crack in the door but didn't stop her. He was quite curious to see what a real vampire descendant looked like.

Ha!

Just thinking about how his female slave had a descendant, and a Holy Court knight at that, was incredibly satisfying.

Lanling began to wonder if he should also let Fatty Dragon develop a large number of zombie slaves.

Tsk tsk… then a whole bunch of zombie descendants, surrounded by followers, would provide plenty of cannon fodder even in battles.

The more Lanling thought about it, the better the idea seemed, but he had to proceed with caution. After all, there were powerful opponents in this world. Not to mention those he had encountered before, Su Jianghe and Di Jiang were beyond his current capabilities.

Developing zombie slaves was a good plan, but without more helpers, how could he establish himself in this world?

Lanling had had enough of those unlucky days. His maverick ways in his previous world had caused him immense suffering, but now that his luck had finally turned, he was determined not to fight alone again.

After some thought, Lanling decided to allow Fatty Dragon to create zombie slaves, but the selection criteria had to be strict. Not everyone could do it. If things were allowed to develop haphazardly, zombies would proliferate, filling the streets, and then all the forces in the world would likely unite to exterminate them.

"Master, I...I didn't kill her..."

Seeing Lanling's silence, Beatrice panicked and hurriedly explained.

"Hmm, I know. Take her to her suite. Don't worry, her companions won't be coming back,"

Lanling nodded.

Then, he walked to Juliet's side, reached out and lifted her chin, chuckling, "My little slave girl, I've already started avenging you. From now on, it'll depend on your performance."

Juliet was overjoyed and asked, "Master, you mean... you killed them?"

Lanling sneered twice and said, "Answer my question. Do you doubt me?"

Juliet's body trembled, and she hurriedly said, "No, no..."

Saying that, she quickly bent down to pick up Juliet, looked up at Lanling, and then walked out of the room.

Now, only Lanling and Su Yue were left in the luxury suite.

Lanling placed Su Yue on the bed, looked down and carefully examined the sleeping Su Yue, his mind flashing back to the erotic excitement of that night.

Hehe... she's an old flame after all... Lanling sat next to Su Yue, gently stroking her long, smooth legs exposed outside her short skirt.

Suddenly!

A surge of energy appeared in the room, and a spatial distortion occurred not far from Lanling.

Lanling turned to look at the distorted area and said with a smile, "You've come."

Yasi appeared where the space was distorted. Yasi, the corpse slave that Lanling had developed after his strength greatly increased, was obviously much stronger than Fatty Dragon. For example, Fatty Dragon couldn't do this kind of spatial movement.

"Master..."

Yasi walked to Lanling's side and called out softly.

Lanling reached out and pulled Yasi into his arms, his large hand roughly kneading her round buttocks. He chuckled and said, "What? Missed me?"

Yasi let Lanling caress her, whispering, "Master, I was sleeping at home just now when I suddenly felt uneasy."

Lanling paused, then said, "It's nothing. The spiritual energy fluctuations were too strong just now. Most cultivators are affected, including demons and zombies. Are you feeling better now?"

Yasi nodded and said, "Yes, I feel much better now."

Suddenly, Yasi saw Su Yue beside Lanling and exclaimed, "Su Yue?"

Lanling asked in surprise, "Do you know her?"

"Yes, I've known her for many years. She's Professor Su's granddaughter. Her father is very powerful, named Su Jianghe..."

Yasi said.

Lanling was stunned. He looked down at the beautiful Su Yue, thinking to himself, "I didn't expect this woman to have such a powerful background."

Su Qingyuan's granddaughter, Su Jianghe's daughter—of the two, Su Qingyuan was his greatest benefactor in this strange world. During those unfortunate days, Su Qingyuan's help moved even the cold-hearted zombie to tears.

Alas…

there was no way to repay him; he knew too late. He couldn't possibly restore this woman's hymen, could he?

All Lanling could do was one thing: for Su Qingyuan's sake, he wouldn't turn Su Yue into a zombie slave!

Lanling carefully examined Su Yue, then suddenly his eyes lit up. A bold plan surfaced in his mind. Hadn't Di Jiang said that many of the essential items for cultivating the highest level of the Ten Thousand Lives Blood Refining Curse came from True Martial Artists? Tsk tsk… since her father was Su Jianghe, a highly respected True Martial Artist, perhaps he could make good use of him? Chapter

Four: The Old Professor's Gratitude

"My little slave girl, you can go back now,"

Lanling said, patting Ya Si's bottom.

Ya Si paused, looking at Lanling with a longing in her eyes.

Lanling chuckled, forming a hand seal. The Divine Tomb Cauldron appeared above his head, and with a change in his hand seal, a red light emanated from it. Within the light, a Blood Pill slowly landed in Ya Si's hand.

Looking at the Blood Pill in her hand and feeling the essence of blood within it, Ya Si's eyes became somewhat frantic. She eagerly put the Blood Pill into her mouth, a blush instantly spreading across her pretty face before disappearing. Ya Si felt much more energetic.

The Blood Pill's effects were powerful. Although the Blood Pill Lanling had refined wasn't anything magical, merely extracting the essence of blood, it was enough to replenish Ya Si's energy.

"Master, I'll go back now,"

Ya Si said obediently.

Lanling laughed heartily, waved his hand, and a crimson light enveloped Ya Si before disappearing from the room.

After Ya Si left, Lan Ling twisted his neck, his face full of discomfort. "Tsk tsk... becoming a corpse slave is such a huge change!" Thinking about Ya Si's current obedience and recalling her previous unreasonable and disruptive behavior, Lan Ling grinned. "Not bad! In the future, if I encounter enemies I really hate, I'll just kill them. If they're not so bad, I'll immediately turn them into corpse slaves!"

Lan Ling looked down at Su Yue. He had changed his mind. Originally, he wanted to relive their past passion, but now it seemed there was no rush. Su Yue had greater value to him.

A moment later, Lanling and Su Yue appeared in a small alley, bathed in dim yellow light, resembling the alley where Lanling had raped Su Yue.

Lanling placed his hand on Su Yue's head, and a faint black mist appeared on Su Yue's face, which was instantly engulfed by the blood-red zombie aura.

Su Yue groaned and moved, slowly opening her eyes. When she saw Lanling's face, she screamed, jerking violently and accidentally hitting her head on the wall. The pain made her collapse into the corner.

At this moment, Su Yue could see her surroundings clearly. Her memory only went back to seeing a beautiful, vaguely familiar girl at home. How did she end up here?

"Where is this! You...who are you! Don't come any closer...don't come any closer!"

Su Yue screamed hoarsely, clutching her head.

The similar environment reminded her of that nightmarish past, and the bone-chilling fear made her hysterical.

Lanling turned her head and looked around, inwardly smiling bitterly. Damn it, looks like she'd picked the wrong place. But what could she do? She looked around the hotel, and this was the only place without anyone else.

"Miss, what's wrong?"

Lanling raised her hands, indicating she was harmless, and asked gently and with concern.

"Miss, calm down. I'm not a bad person… I just happened to pass by and saw you passed out here."

Lanling continued.

Passed out?

Su Yue then realized the strong smell of alcohol on her breath. This was all too bizarre. She'd inexplicably ended up in a strange place, and inexplicably been drinking…

"Don't come any closer!"

Su Yue shouted as Lanling moved closer.

Lanling smiled wryly, "Miss, could you tell me your home address or your home phone number? I need to notify your family."

Su Yue looked at Lanling, her eyes full of wariness. After a moment of complex emotions, she gave him her home phone number.

Lanling feigned concern and walked out of the alley. At the public phone at the alley entrance, she dialed Su Yue's number, saying nothing more than that she had seen Su Yue unconscious in the alley…

A moment later, a car sped up and screeched to a halt at the alley entrance. Su Qingyuan emerged, his face filled with anxiety.

“Old Su…”

Lanling said, feigning surprise.

“Lanling? What are you doing here?”

Su Qingyuan was equally surprised.

Lanling turned to look at the alley, then at Su Qingyuan, and whispered, “That young lady…”

“You're the one who just called?”

Su Qingyuan asked.

Lanling nodded and hurriedly said, “She's inside. She seems quite agitated; I don't dare approach her…”

“Su Yue, Yue’er, Grandpa’s here! Grandpa’s here…”

Su Qingyuan said urgently as he walked inside.

“Grandpa!”

Su Yue rushed out from the shadows, burying her face in Su Qingyuan’s chest and bursting into tears.

Seeing Su Yue's disheveled state and hearing her cries, Su Qingyuan was immediately overcome with emotion, tears streaming down his face. He repeatedly cried, "What happened? What happened..."

Su Yue could only sob, her voice mournful, like a cuckoo's mournful cry.

Lanling whispered, "Old Su, perhaps we should take Miss Su home first?"

Su Qingyuan then realized what was happening, patting Su Yue's back and saying, "Yue'er, don't cry, come home with Grandpa." He

then turned to Lanling and asked, "Lanling, what happened?"

Lanling scratched his head and said, "On my way home, I saw Miss Su passed out here, reeking of alcohol. I was worried there might be bad people here, so I woke her up. She gave me your phone number; I had no idea she was your granddaughter."

"Lanling, how can I thank you enough!"

Su Qingyuan said gratefully.

Lanling smiled sheepishly and said, "Elder Su, you're too kind. I would have done the same for anyone. Besides, you've helped me so much, there's no need for thanks. Please take Miss home quickly; she seems quite frightened."

"Oh, oh, I won't say more now. I'll take her home first. Lanling, we'll talk another day."

Su Qingyuan put his arm around Su Yue and got into the car, which sped away.

Lanling stood at the alley entrance, watching the direction the car disappeared in, a smile playing on his lips. His only worry now was whether Su Jianghe, with his cultivation level, would be able to sense his zombie energy. If Su Jianghe was also completely unfamiliar with zombie energy like other cultivators in this world, then everything would be perfect...

Inside the Sanqing Taoist Temple.

Qiu Yan nervously looked at her master and the lazy monk, who sat cross-legged with ashen faces. She had never expected to see such a scene when she arrived at the temple.

In just two days, how could her master and uncle, who were like gods in her eyes, have become like this?

"Qiuyan, you...why are you here?"

Song Yunzi asked weakly.

"Master, what...what happened to you?"

Qiuyan squatted beside Song Yunzi, her face full of anxiety. Unfortunately, her magic power was too weak to help her master.

"Nothing...nothing..."

Song Yunzi forced a smile.

The resentful blood energy of the Blood-Eating Curse left Song Yunzi powerless. His meridians were almost completely corroded by the resentful blood energy, which was now viciously surging towards his dantian. If the resentful blood energy was absorbed by his dantian, all of Song Yunzi's magic power would be completely wiped out, and his soul would be scattered.

He tried his best to appear somewhat normal, afraid that his disciple would worry, but after only two sentences, he aggravated his damaged meridians and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Old Daoist, we're about to die, so stop pretending..."

The lazy monk opened his eyes, his once bright eyes now devoid of light.

"Master, Uncle...what happened to you!"

Qiuyan cried out in fear.

Song Yunzi patted Qiu Yan's head affectionately and said, "It's really alright. You're such a grown woman, why do you cry so easily?"

The lazy monk shifted his body, panting heavily, and said, "Old Daoist, we only have one way to survive now, can't you just listen to me this once?"

Song Yunzi waved his hand and said, "Monk, don't say anymore."

The lazy monk sighed and said, "Qiu Yan, quickly persuade your master, he's dying."

Qiu Yan hurriedly looked up, her eyes blurry with tears, and said, "Master, what happened? Are you seriously injured? Master, Uncle Monk said you still have a chance to live, so please listen to Uncle Monk!"

At this moment, a bright light appeared in the courtyard, and Su Jianghe's figure gradually appeared as the light dimmed.

The lazy monk's eyes lit up, and he wanted to move to greet him, but after struggling, he couldn't even stand up.

"Senior Songyun, Senior Lazy, we meet again!"

Su Jianghe laughed loudly, walking straight into the main hall. When he saw the expressions on Songyunzi and Lazy Monk's faces, his expression immediately changed, and he exclaimed in surprise, "What's wrong with you two?"

"Mr. Su, what brings you here?"

Song Yunzi forced a smile and said.

"The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was fluctuating violently just now. I patrolled around but didn't find anything, so I came here to take a look. You know, we True Martial Artists are rather slow to sense spiritual energy. I thought you might know why,"

Su Jianghe said.

The Lazy Monk smiled bitterly. He had originally tried to heal his injuries by absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but that fluctuation immediately depleted his spiritual energy. As a result, not only did his injuries not improve, but they worsened.

"Senior Lazy, Senior Song Yunzi, what's wrong with you?"

Su Jianghe could tell at a glance that the Lazy Monk and Song Yunzi were deficient in energy and had a kind of evil poison in their bodies, so he couldn't help but exclaim in alarm.

Song Yunzi waved his hand weakly and said, "It's a long story, Mr. Su. How long do you plan to stay in Qinglong City?"

Su Jianghe hesitated for a moment and said, "I'm leaving within three days!"

The Lazy Monk said, "Mr. Su, we have something to tell you, it's very important!"

Su Jianghe nodded and said, "Senior Lazy Monk, you're too kind. Just tell me what you need to say."

"Qiu Yan, please leave for a while,"

Song Yunzi said.

Qiu Yan wiped away her tears, reluctantly looking at Song Yunzi, without even moving.

"Qiu Yan, listen to me!"

Song Yunzi said in a deep voice. Before he finished speaking, he spat out another mouthful of blood.

Qiu Yan hurriedly got up and choked out, "Master, I'll leave."

With that, she left, turning back every few steps, weeping.

"Old Daoist, weren't you too harsh on Qiu Yan?"

the Lazy Monk said, frowning.

Song Yunzi sighed, "Would she leave otherwise? I know Qiu Yan's temper; she appears gentle but is strong-willed! If she finds out, she'll definitely search everywhere for revenge. With her abilities, wouldn't she be walking into the lion's den?"

"Seniors, can you tell me what exactly happened now?"

Su Jianghe asked curiously. The

Lazy Monk and Song Yunzi recounted the events of that day to Su Jianghe in detail, then frowned and remained silent. They had talked so much that their bodies swayed, and the resentful blood energy of the Blood-Eating Curse raged even more fiercely.

Su Qingyuan keenly noticed a dark red glow appearing on the faces of the Lazy Monk and Song Yunzi. With a flick of his hands, powerful and domineering True Martial Force erupted from them, surging into the bodies of Song Yunzi and the Lazy Monk. He entered cautiously, but once inside, the formidable characteristics of True Martial Force immediately manifested, forcefully suppressing the raging resentful blood energy.

Lazy Monk and Song Yunzi's expressions immediately eased considerably, and they couldn't help but secretly admire them. No wonder True Martial Artists were becoming increasingly powerful; True Martial Power combined both strength and flexibility, and the power gained solely through physical cultivation was no less than that of cultivators like themselves who absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and cultivated using the methods of the Great Dao.

After suppressing the injuries of Lazy Monk and Song Yunzi, Su Jianghe frowned. What Lazy Monk and Song Yunzi had said was truly shocking to him. A demon capable of beating Lazy Monk and Song Yunzi so badly had actually appeared in Qinglong City, and all he knew was that their aura was similar to that of vampires, but he couldn't explain what they were.

He couldn't help but recall the news he had heard earlier about all the drug dealers in Qinglong City dying at the construction site. Putting it all together, this demon seemed to have been around for quite some time. Su Jianghe might even have to give a shout-out to drug dealers as his targets, but Lazy Monk and Song Yunzi, two cultivators with consistently good reputations, had also become his targets. What exactly was this demon's purpose? Was it just for a moment of pleasure?

Moreover, the energy used by this demon was something Su Jianghe had never encountered before. Although he had temporarily suppressed the injuries of Lazy Monk and Song Yunzi with his powerful True Martial Force, he clearly sensed that the eerie and vicious aura could even corrode True Martial Force...

"Seniors, don't let this bother you. The most important thing right now is to find a way to heal your injuries,"

Su Jianghe said hesitantly.

Lazy Monk smiled bitterly and said, "There is a method right now, but unfortunately, this old Taoist won't cooperate."

Su Jianghe asked in confusion, "Why? If we let this strange energy run rampant, I'm afraid there will be no way to save us."

"Ask the old Taoist. Only the Returning Heaven Pool of the Three Pure Ones Sect can dispel some of the demonic energy, but this old Taoist would rather die here than go back,"

Lazy Monk said.

"Monk, don't say any more. Aren't you afraid Mr. Su will laugh at you?"

Song Yunzi said, frowning.

Su Jianghe had heard of the story of Master Songyun. Years ago, due to differing opinions—one advocating for a less rigid approach to formalities, while the sect leader was stubborn and inflexible—Master Songyun left the Sanqing Sect in anger. The sect leader, unable to back down, issued a decree expelling Master Songyun from the sect.

Su Jianghe admired Songyunzi's open-mindedness and fiery temper, but seeing Songyunzi risking his life in a moment of anger, such stubbornness made Su Jianghe shake his head and sigh.

After a moment's hesitation, Su Jianghe suddenly walked to Songyunzi's side and whispered, "Senior Songyun, I apologize."

Before he finished speaking, a halo of light emanated from his palm, quickly pressing it onto Songyunzi's head, causing Songyunzi to collapse to the ground.

Su Jianghe smiled and said, "Senior Lazy, this is the only way right now. We can't just watch Senior Songyun lose his life because of his stubbornness. The demonic energy is rampant, and evil spirits are stirring; we can't afford to lose any more of our own people."

The Lazy Monk laughed, "Simply! Simply! I had the same idea, but I'm unable to move; I have the will but not the power."

"How about I escort you two seniors to the Sanqing Sect?"

Su Jianghe looked at the Lazy Monk and Songyunzi and said kindly.

Just as he finished speaking, a cell phone rang from Su Jianghe's pocket.

The timing of the ringing was rather inappropriate, and Su Jianghe couldn't help but smile awkwardly.

The Lazy Monk said, "Mr. Su, we appreciate your kindness, but the little magic power we have left should be enough to get us to the Three Pure Ones Sect. A disciple from the Maitreya Sect will bring some pills shortly, so please don't worry. Please take this call. Don't delay anything important."

Su Jianghe smiled sheepishly, took his phone out of his pocket, and after saying only a few words, his expression changed, revealing a tense look.

The Lazy Monk, observing his expression, naturally understood that Su Jianghe must have something important to discuss. Furthermore, one of them belonged to the True Martial World, and the other to the Cultivation World. Although their relationship was relatively amicable, if they truly needed Su Jianghe's help, the other sects in the Cultivation World would laugh at the Maitreya Sect.

"Mr. Su, please go ahead and attend to your business,"

the Lazy Monk said.

Seeing that the Lazy Monk had made up his mind, Su Jianghe naturally didn't press the matter. He stood up and said, "Then please be careful, seniors. If anything happens, just tell me. It seems I can't leave Qinglong City for the time being. I must find that demon's shadow! Moreover, I will question the Demon Alliance!"

The Lazy Monk laughed and said, "That's for the best. With Mr. Su in Qinglong City, all evil spirits will surely be slain!"

Then, the Lazy Monk added, "We'll be heading to the Sanqing Sect soon. Mr. Su, I have a favor to ask of you. Please take Qiu Yan back with you. I'm most worried about her. If that old man finds out I haven't taken good care of Qiu Yan when he wakes up, he'll definitely cause me trouble, hehe..."

Su Jianghe nodded, turned, and walked to the back. He didn't know what method he used, but Qiu Yan obediently followed him out, only glancing back at Song Yunzi with concern as she left.

"Uncle Su, is my master really alright?"

Qiu Yan asked with relief.

"Qiu Yan, don't you even trust your uncle? Don't worry, Senior Song Yun is fine. He and your Uncle Lan are going back to the Sanqing Sect for some important matters."

Su Jianghe assured Qiu Yan.

Qiu Yan nodded in agreement. Since Su Jianghe said so, even though she was worried about her master, she had no choice but to go with him...

At Su Jianghe's home, Su Jianghe rushed into the room anxiously. Su Qingyuan was sitting in a chair with a serious expression, waiting.

"Dad, what's wrong with Su Yue again?"

Su Jianghe asked urgently, and was about to go upstairs to check.

"Don't go up, Yue'er just fell asleep."

Su Qingyuan said calmly, "Come here, I have something to say to you."

Su Jianghe obediently walked to Su Qingyuan's side and sat down, but remained silent. He knew what his father wanted to say, and he also felt guilty about it. This time, he wanted to listen carefully to the reprimand.

"Jianghe, Yue'er's mother passed away early, and Yue'er grew up by my side since she was little. Over the years, you've had your own pursuits, and I've never stopped you. But let me ask you, I'm so old now, what if I'm gone one day too? To be honest, I'm very worried now. I'm really afraid that one day you'll still be so neglectful of Yue'er."

Su Qingyuan sighed.

"Dad, what are you saying? You're not old at all..."

Su Jianghe said with a forced smile.

Su Qingyuan waved his hand to interrupt Su Jianghe, saying, "You're father and daughter, but how much time have you spent together since Yue'er was little? You haven't even cultivated the most basic father-daughter relationship. Now that I'm here, fine! You can ignore Yue'er, but if I weren't here, do you want Yue'er to fend for herself?"

"Dad, Yue'er is so old now, she's practically an adult. How can she fend for herself? I think she's quite capable of taking care of herself."

Su Jianghe said, bowing his head.

"Jianghe, I don't know what's wrong, but I've been feeling incredibly uneasy lately! I'm so worried about Yue'er. Over the years, I've climbed all sorts of mountains and visited all sorts of graves, but I've never been this afraid before..."

Tears welled up in Su Qingyuan's cloudy eyes.

"Dad, what happened? What happened to Yue'er tonight?"

Su Jianghe asked anxiously.

Su Qingyuan said, "I don't know either, I have no idea what happened! This afternoon, Yue'er's classmates took her out, but how did she end up drunk in the alley? It's such a dark alley, what if a bad guy passed by? I'm terrified just thinking about it. I really don't know how much Yue'er drank; she even forgot how she left home. Tell me, how could her classmates be so irresponsible? Didn't they just bring Yue'er home? Next time I see her, I'll definitely give them a good scolding."

"Dad, what did you say? Su Yue went out drinking again? Tell me everything in detail,"

Su Jianghe said.

Next, Su Qingyuan recounted the afternoon's events in detail to Su Jianghe, from Tu Yao's appearance and request for his appraisal of the treasure, to going up to find Su Yue, and finally leaving the Su family—leaving no detail unrecorded. He concluded by saying, "Thanks to Lanling, otherwise, who knows what might have happened to Yue'er."

"Who is Lanling?"

Su Jianghe asked, puzzled.

"He's my tutor, a very talented young man, but unfortunately, he's a bit unappreciated. I was thinking of telling you earlier that Qinglong City is too small. An old man like me can enjoy my retirement, but it lacks opportunities for young people! I wanted you to bring him to Tianlong City and use your connections to help him. This isn't favoritism; he truly is talented!"

Su Qingyuan said.

Su Jianghe frowned, increasingly puzzled by Su Yue's situation. Not fully understanding what Su Qingyuan was saying, he casually replied, "Dad, whatever you say. I need to go upstairs and check on Yue'er."

With that, he got up and went upstairs.

"Jianghe, I'll make preparations. We're inviting Lanling over for dinner tomorrow. You absolutely must be home for dinner!"

Su Qingyuan said from downstairs.

"Okay, Dad."

"Yue'er, Yue'er, are you asleep? It's Dad..."

Su Jianghe gently knocked on the door and called softly from outside.

A moment later, Su Yue's voice came from inside the room: "Dad, what's wrong?"

"Dad came to see you. I was a little worried,"

Su Jianghe said.

"Dad, no need. I have Grandpa, that's enough,"

Su Yue's voice was full of resentment.

"Good Yue'er, listen to Dad, open the door, okay? Dad knows I haven't been caring enough for you. Give Dad a chance to make it up to you later, okay?"

Su Jianghe said softly.

From inside the room, the faint sound of Su Yue crying could be heard. Su Jianghe sighed softly, his heart filled with self-reproach.

He had always thought of himself as a hero, but he had neglected how to be a good father. It seemed he owed Su Yue far too much.

The door opened, and Su Yue appeared in the doorway, her eyes blurry with tears. She immediately threw herself into Su Jianghe's arms, wailing, "Daddy, take me away from Qinglong City! I want to learn True Martial Power! I'll be good, I'll definitely learn!"

"Good girl, my precious daughter. Daddy will take you to Tianlong City after we leave. Baby, tell Daddy, what grievances have you suffered?"

Su Jianghe gently patted Su Yue's shoulder.

Suddenly!

Su Jianghe's expression changed, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, followed by a chilling killing intent.

In that one pat, he had actually sensed the energy of dark magic on Su Yue!

It must be true!

As a member of a high-ranking position in the True Martial World, he had studied all kinds of cultivators on the continent, from cultivators to the Holy Knights of the Western Continent, and of course, the dark mages of the Dark Church of the Western Continent.

The saying goes, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.

" Su Jianghe naturally had a deeper understanding of his opponents. The True Martial Arts and the Dark Church had also had numerous clashes, but unfortunately, the Dark Church was elusive; even with the help of the Holy Court of Light, they couldn't find their base. "Yue'er, who was it that contacted you this afternoon?"

Su Jianghe asked in a deep voice.

"I really don't remember clearly. I only remember a very pretty girl. She said she was my elementary school classmate, and then… I forgot everything until that man woke me up,"

Su Yue said. It seemed that everything she learned from Su Qingyuan had convinced her that Lan Ling was her savior.

Damn it!

The Dark Church has actually infiltrated the Eastern Continent!

But what is their purpose in coming to Qinglong City and attacking Su Yue?

Is it targeting me? Are they trying to give me a warning?

Various possibilities flashed through Su Jianghe's mind, his eyes growing increasingly sharp. If it were truly aimed at him, he wasn't afraid; he even longed for a head-on battle with the Dark Church. However, their scheming against Su Yue fully demonstrated their despicable nature—they actually targeted his own family. Thinking of his father and daughter living without any security in Qinglong City, Su Jianghe broke out in a cold sweat.

No matter what, he had to find this woman using dark magic during these next few days at home!

Everything seemed to be over, and Qinglong City seemed to have returned to the quiet of the night.

However, near the hotel where Lanling was staying, Ling Xue drove around searching. The flashes of light that had just appeared had all disappeared, and Ling Xue searched for a long time without finding a trace. Moreover, the feeling of unease she had felt seemed to have vanished as well.

Lanling stood at the window of his hotel suite. The distance of over a hundred meters did not affect his vision at all. Looking down, he could clearly see Ling Xue stopping the car from time to time and looking out the window.

To be honest, whether or not to make a move against Ling Xue now was a question that Lanling had considered for a long time. In the end, he decided to let it go for today.

With his current strength, dealing with Ling Xue would be a piece of cake, but if he made a move against Ling Xue today, it would affect his plans.

Lanling absolutely did not want to kill Ling Xue so easily. At least he should turn her into a corpse slave and play with this arrogant and domineering woman. But if he really turned Ling Xue into a corpse slave, since Ling Xue often met with Su Jianghe, Su Jianghe might be able to sense Ling Xue's aura.

Lanling wasn't too worried because his natal corpse artifact, "Candied Hawthorn," had absorbed a lot of spiritual energy throughout the night, including all of Brown and Clark's sacred energy. He only needed to slightly activate "Candied Hawthorn" and control the timing; the pure aura emanating from it would neutralize his own zombie aura.

Lanling looked down at Ling Xue's high, firm breasts, which appeared even larger and fuller in the car, making Lanling drool.

"I'll let you enjoy a few more comfortable days!"

Lanling muttered with a cold smile.

"Master..."

Fatty Long cautiously entered and walked to Lanling's side.

"Did you catch up?"

Lanling asked.

"Yes, at Tu Kuang's house,"

Fatty Long said softly.

Lanling paused, then laughed, "Interesting, interesting. Ha, is Tu Kuang the real underground emperor you mentioned?"

"That's him!"

Fatty Long nodded.

Lanling said, "Juliet and her group just left Tu Kuang, and now another being with the opposite energy attribute has appeared. That guy seems to be quite popular!"

"Master, shouldn't we..."

Fat Dragon's eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty light as he said viciously.

"What's the rush? I still need to make good use of them, haha, I was just worried about not finding a scapegoat! By some twist of fate, I've made a good move..."

"You should leave first..."

Lanling instructed.

Fat Dragon nodded and left the room.

Lanling gazed at the lights outside and muttered softly, "I'm starting to look forward to tomorrow..."

Who knew that the night seemed very long? Before dawn, an uninvited guest arrived at Lanling's place—Di Jiang!

Facing this woman who was definitely not on the same level as him, Lanling was very restrained and respectful. There was nothing shameful about this; to act arrogantly in front of someone you knew you were no match for would be the behavior of a fool.

Having weathered his previous misfortunes, Lanling is now more adaptable and resilient.

His power stems from the conflict between Jiang Chen and Di Jiang. It seems that if it weren't for Di Jiang, Jiang Chen wouldn't have helped him so much. Regardless of Jiang Chen's motives, Lanling is currently a beneficiary caught in the middle.

Surviving in such a precarious situation requires extreme caution, a fact Lanling understands well, hence his careful consideration of every aspect.

"Did Jiang Chen really say he wanted you to help me?"

Di Jiang asked expressionlessly, his exquisitely beautiful face now like a perfect ice sculpture, beautiful but devoid of any human warmth.

"Yes, that's what the Ancestor instructed..."

Lanling replied respectfully.

"Ancestor? Ha. You cold-blooded, emotionless zombies actually care about seniority!"

Di Jiang mocked.

Lanling was prepared for either mockery or a beating; he knew Di Jiang wouldn't kill him for now, as Jiang Chen was still behind him.

Lanling smiled slightly but remained silent.

Seeing that Lanling showed no reaction, Dijiang found it rather boring and said coldly, "Then, I need you to do something now!"

Lanling hesitated for a moment, then smiled neither humbly nor arrogantly, "The Ancestor said he wanted me to help you, but he didn't say he wanted me to be your subordinate. Was that an order?"

Dijiang met with a blunt rebuff, and his expression immediately changed. A chilling aura filled the room, and Lanling suddenly felt a powerful pressure.

Damn it!

Hold on, I must hold on. If I can't hold on now, everything will be for nothing. Lanling circulated his zombie energy, resisting the pressure, his expression calm, showing no sign of compromise.

Killing intent flashed in Dijiang's eyes, and Lanling felt a chill run down his spine, ready to unleash his natal corpse weapon to block Dijiang's killing move at any moment.

Damn it, did I miscalculate? Did I go too far? Lanling felt secretly guilty.

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