[Fantasy] Toothless Zombie (Complete) - 26

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Chapter Five: The Wonderful Use of the Natal Corpse Weapon

Lanling's gamble had clearly paid off. Although Dijiang was angry and contemptuous of this unconventional guy, just as Lanling had predicted, Dijiang couldn't kill Lanling yet. After much deliberation, she finally decided to have Lanling do something important.

"Alright, then, do me a favor,"

Dijiang said coldly, suppressing her anger.

Lanling sighed and said, "Go ahead."

Dijiang said, "Help me break the seal on the vampire clan and let them see the light of day again!"

Lanling had already learned from Jiang Chen and Dijiang's conversation that the vampire clan was actually their descendants. In other words, the vampire clan was created by Jiang Chen and Dijiang. At the time, Lanling was somewhat puzzled as to why such a powerful being as Dijiang would allow the vampire clan to remain sealed without lifting the seal.

At the same time, he began to wonder. When the cultivators, martial artists, and the Holy Light of the Western Continent cooperated to exterminate the vampires, it seemed on the surface that the cultivators had paid a heavy price to successfully seal them. However, Lanling had overheard from Dijiang's conversation with Jiang Chen that the sealing of the vampire race was actually Jiang Chen's doing.

Confused!

Damn it, everything was getting more and more confusing, like a maze with one link after another, leaving Lanling unable to make sense of it no matter how hard he tried.

Lanling shook his head, deciding to stop thinking about it and let things take their course. As long as he was careful, there shouldn't be any major problems.

"I'm puzzled. With your strength, why don't you break the seal yourself?"

Lanling asked, puzzled.

Dijiang suppressed his anger and said, "If I could solve it, would I need you?"

Lanling laughed, "Even you can't solve it, so how could I? You know, compared to you, what are my abilities?"

Dijiang couldn't tolerate Lanling's attitude. She already harbored great hostility towards zombies, and in her eyes, Lanling was nothing more than Jiang Chen's lackey.

"Will you help or not? I'll let you know later!"

Dijiang said impatiently.

This time, Lanling was quite straightforward, saying, "Help! Of course I'll help, but helping means that while you're doing the main work, I'll do my best to assist you, right?"

Dijiang snorted coldly, not wanting to face Lanling for another second, afraid that she might accidentally kill this glib-tongued fellow in a moment of anger.

"Someone will come to you tomorrow and tell you what to do,"

Dijiang said coldly. "Don't try to test my patience with your nonsense! Understand?"

Lanling laughed and said in a gesture of surrender, "I know, how could I dare to test your patience? I'm waiting for your people..."

Dijiang sneered and said, "Lanling, I really want to see the day you despair. Guess how you'll die? At that time, it will be your dear ancestor who will reveal the answer to you..."

After saying that, Dijiang disappeared into a gray mist.

Lanling looked at the spot where Dijiang disappeared, the fog in his heart growing thicker. Why did Dijiang keep saying the same things?

What was Jiang Chen's purpose?

What was he in Jiang Chen's eyes?

Dijiang must know something, he must!

"Damn it, those two scoundrels, they deserve to be played to death by Jiang Chen,"

Lanling said angrily, but a sense of unease began to creep into his heart.

"Just you wait and see. Whoever tries to kill me will be lucky to escape with their life,"

Lanling said fiercely, then vanished in a streak of red light.

A moment later, Lanling appeared in Ya Si's room.

Ya Si, who had a close connection with Lanling, woke up the moment he appeared, her beautiful eyes blinking as she looked at him. "Master, what do you need me for?"

Lanling casually lay down on the bed, slipped his hand inside Ya Si's nightgown, tore off her bra, and kneaded her soft, snowy breasts.

"Nothing much, just missed my little slave girl..."

Lanling chuckled.

As a corpse slave, Ya Si felt flattered to hear her master say such a thing.

Lanling pinched Ya Si's breasts, glanced at his own lower body, and said, "My little slave girl, use your little mouth to relieve my fire."

"Master, I'm not very good at it..."

Ya Si looked at Lanling's crotch and said somewhat awkwardly.

When Lanling's expression changed, Yasi quickly bent down and gently removed his pants...

Once Lanling's pants were off and his body was exposed to Yasi, she reached out and slowly stroked him. Her smooth hands brought Lanling immense pleasure, and his previously droopy lower body suddenly became erect.

Some say that girls over eighteen can be virgins, but there are absolutely no women completely ignorant about sex. In this age of advanced information, girls who feign innocence and react with exaggerated surprise at the sight of a man's body can definitely be described as hypocritical. Perhaps the more hypocritical a girl is, the more likely she is to have had her hymen reconstructed.

Clearly, Yasi was not a hypocritical girl. The subservient nature of a corpse slave was already rooted in her heart, and everything felt so natural. She gently stroked him, methodically learning the sexual techniques she had seen described online and in books. Although somewhat clumsy, the more she did this, the more aroused Lanling became.

"Come on, my little slave girl..."

Lanling said, thrusting his lower body forward.

Ya Si hummed in agreement, lowered her head, and opened her small mouth, trying her best to take Lan Ling's enormous member into her mouth.

Unfortunately, this guy's endowment was too abundant; Ya Si's small mouth couldn't adapt for a while, and even with her efforts, she could only take in the tip.

Feeling the warmth of Ya Si's small mouth and seeing her struggling expression, Lan Ling felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure. He gently pressed down on the top of Ya Si's head and chuckled, "Master will help you..."

He slowly pressed Ya Si's head down, and Ya Si, suppressing the urge to gag, tried to move downwards...downwards...

"Yes, like that, use your tongue..."

Lan Ling whispered, releasing Ya Si's head and comfortably beginning to enjoy herself.

Mmm...

Ya Si, while struggling to swallow and exhale, imitated the oral sex scenes she had seen before, using her small hands to stroke it up and down.

Lan Ling breathed heavily in pleasure; if it weren't for Ya Si's small mouth being unaccustomed and occasionally touching the sensitive tip with her teeth, everything would have been perfect.

Looking at that small mouth that had once uttered all sorts of vile words to him, now serving him, the pleasure he felt, combined with the sensations emanating from his lower body, was no less than any other form of sex, perhaps even more exquisite.

There's nothing in this world that can't be learned, only things one doesn't want to learn—this saying was incredibly apt at this moment.

Ya Si was deliberately trying to please him, serving her master diligently, without a single thought of slacking off; she only wanted her master's praise—this was servility, servility ingrained in her very bones.

Occasionally, when Ya Si's small mouth became numb and she couldn't continue, she would spit out his large member, extending her fragrant tongue to lick and clean his entire triangle area. Seeing her focused expression, Lan Ling even wondered if his own lower body was starting to secrete sugary fluid.

As time passed, Ya Si gradually adapted, and her movements became increasingly skilled.

Her head rose and fell, her small hands caressed her, her tongue swirled… these movements slowly and perfectly coordinated, intense pleasure surging through Lanling's nerves like waves, causing him to involuntarily let out groans of pleasure.

"Oh… faster! faster!"

Lanling felt the pleasure intensify, this feeling of letting go and only wanting to enjoy himself made him lose all control over his body, everything following the sensations of his body. When he felt the pleasure reaching its peak, on the verge of climax, Lanling urged her on, pressing down on the top of Ya Si's head with his hand, forcefully moving her head up and down.

Ugh… Ya Si was so hard that tears streamed down her face from the increasingly large member on the verge of climax, saliva flowing freely from the corners of her mouth.

After a series of intense thrusts, Lanling's body trembled violently, his brows relaxed, and his expression became one of utter bliss.

Ya Si felt the massive object in her mouth suddenly move, a surge of heat rushing to her throat. She had to swallow it down amidst an uncontrollable gagging. But it didn't stop there; as the object continued to tremble, a large amount of viscous, foul-smelling substance flooded into her mouth…

Ya Si looked up, tears still glistening in her eyes from the pressure on her throat, a trickle of white, viscous liquid slowly flowing from the corner of her mouth: “Master, are you satisfied?”

“Satisfied, satisfied!”

Lan Ling pulled Ya Si into his arms, increasingly realizing how foolish he had been to disdain creating corpse slaves in his original world!

It was already past midnight, a sliver of gray light filtering through the curtains.

Seeing that it was getting late, Lan Ling instructed Ya Si to straighten his trousers, then sat up and took out the flying sword magic weapon he had obtained from Song Yunzi. After a moment's hesitation, he summoned the Divine Tomb Cauldron and simply threw the flying sword into it.

The demonic energy within the Divine Tomb Cauldron was far stronger than Lanling's own. Throwing the flying sword into it was equivalent to a powerful tempering by demonic energy, instantly destroying the sword's spiritual energy.

A few breaths later, Lanling activated the Divine Tomb Cauldron and released the flying sword. The sword, which had previously emitted a blue halo, now glowed red, its original spirituality completely gone.

"Master, what is this?"

Ya Si asked疑惑地.

Lanling smiled, handed the flying sword to Ya Si, and said, "Isn't that bone impossible to grind? Use this small sword to slowly polish it. You only need to inject energy into the sword later. Try it first."

Ya Si took the small sword, found the piece of demonic bone beside the bed, and poured zombie energy into it. The small sword immediately emitted a foot-long red light. Ya Si forcefully sliced the small sword against the demonic bone, and actually managed to cut off a small piece. Although the effect was small, given enough time, it wouldn't be difficult to shape it. Still relying on your hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! 3D male masturbator anime virgin physical sex toy highly realistic genital shape! Intense and irresistible! Click to enter.

Lanling glanced at it and couldn't help but sigh. It seemed the flying sword's material was too poor. If only he could get a superior flying sword made of excellent material.

"Don't go to class these days, and whatever you do, don't go to Old Master Su's house. Don't let Su Jianghe see you, understand?"

Lanling said.

Ya Si paused, looking at Lanling with some confusion.

Lanling said, "Just do as I tell you. I'm doing this for your own good, understand?"

Ya Si nodded and said, "Master, Ling Xue asked me to go to the Su family during the day."

"Just don't go. Make up any excuse,"

Lanling said.

"Understood, Master..."

Ya Si said obediently.

Lanling hugged Yasi, kissed her forehead deeply, and chuckled, "Master, I won't mistreat you."

After a while of tender moments with Yasi, Lanling left her house and returned to his hotel room as dawn broke.

Sitting on the sofa, despite his long night with Yasi, Lanling felt refreshed and showed no signs of fatigue. After a moment's hesitation, he summoned Fatty Dragon and Beatrice to the room.

"Fatty Dragon, keep a close eye on Tu Kuang's house these next two days. Hmm… it would be best if you developed a few zombie slaves there. I need all his movements,"

Lanling instructed.

Fatty Dragon nodded with ecstatic joy. Create zombie slaves? Tsk tsk… that means he, Fatty Dragon, can have a few loyal zombie slaves too! This is a wonderful thing that will satisfy Fatty Dragon's vanity!

Then, Lanling asked Beatrice, "How is Juliet?"

"Still unconscious, undergoing a mutation. It looks like she won't wake up until tonight,"

Beatrice said cautiously.

Lanling nodded and said, "Once she wakes up, you can let her out to drink blood. However, you must control her. After she drinks blood, she should stay within the Tu family's territory. Even if someone discovers her, you must divert their attention to the Tu family! Understand?"

Belis nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes, Master, I will satisfy you."

Lanling sneered, "It had better be that way. If you don't satisfy me, I'll make you regret it to death!"

Belis trembled and hurriedly said, "Master, please rest assured."

"You two can leave now,"

Lanling waved his hand and said.

Fat Dragon and Belis left the room one after the other. Lanling lay on the bed with his eyes closed, beginning to ponder the series of battles from last night. A

moment later, Lanling suddenly sat up, forming hand seals to summon his natal corpse weapon.

This thing was useful, but last night was truly terrifying; the scene of it absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth still left Lanling with lingering fear.

Thinking about it, his natal corpse artifact was connected to his life, yet these past few days, if it weren't for the situation last night, he hadn't even thought to properly study this treasure, which made him quite embarrassed.

Since he had nothing to do during the day anyway, Lanling decided to go into seclusion for a day to properly work on his natal corpse artifact and see what kind of wondrous uses it could have.

Lanling used the zombie's energy to set up a layer of corpse energy barrier throughout the suite, then sat on the sofa, made hand seals, and summoned his natal corpse artifact, "Candied Hawthorn."

After frantically absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth last night, his natal corpse artifact was now surrounded by a mixed radiance of white and blood, the two completely different colors blending together to look extremely beautiful.

"Candied Hawthorn" spun wildly during Lanling's refining process, the outer halo rising and falling like breathing. With each seemingly breath, Lanling could clearly feel a powerful surge of corpse energy flowing into his body.

After cautiously trying it a few times, Lanling was overjoyed. Good heavens! This natal corpse artifact not only transforms absorbed pure energy into highly offensive and corrosive zombie energy during combat, but also converts pure energy into corpse qi during refinement and sends it to its master.

It's truly a marvelous artifact for both fighting and self-cultivation!

Upon discovering this advantage, Lanling was overjoyed. His greatest need now was to enhance his strength to face any unforeseen changes in the future. It seemed that this marvelous use of the natal corpse artifact could multiply his strength, greatly increasing his chances of victory against powerful opponents.

A cold smile crept across Lanling's lips. He couldn't be blamed; since his natal corpse artifact had such a wonderful use, he naturally wouldn't waste it. However, with his current abilities, he dared not use it to frantically absorb spiritual energy like he did last night. The only solution was—hunting!

He would target cultivators who cultivated pure qi, absorbing their pure power in battle for his own use.

This thought would mean that from today onwards, a bloody massacre would erupt throughout the cultivation world. However, Lanling didn't feel anything was wrong. "Every man for himself," as the saying goes. If he were discovered by cultivators when he was down on his luck, they would certainly kill him without hesitation.

What human society?

What cultivation world?

Bah!

To put it bluntly, it's a circle that survives according to the law of the jungle. The strong preying on the weak is a matter of course, and no one has a shred of pity!

Chapter Six: The Humiliated Policewoman.

Lanling sat on the sofa, suppressing her joy, absorbing large amounts of the powerful corpse energy transformed from her natal corpse weapon. Her entire body radiated a dazzling red glow, and the room was filled with the unique scent of corpse energy.

Everything within the zombie barrier could no longer withstand the powerful pressure emanating from Lanling and turned to dust.

Lanling closed her eyes, greedily and urgently "squeezing" every bit of energy that her natal corpse weapon could provide.

This is far more useful than blood… After converting the last bit of corpse energy in his natal corpse artifact

into his own, Lanling opened his eyes, panting. Thinking about it carefully, it really seemed no different from blood; it replenished him, becoming his energy source. With such a miraculous cultivation method, would Lanling still need blood?

Hmm?

What would happen if he threw his natal corpse artifact into the Divine Tomb Cauldron for tempering?

That powerful demonic energy, now that Lanling knew how to utilize it, should have unexpected benefits.

When this bold thought flashed through Lanling's mind, his intense curiosity stirred.

He tried to summon the Divine Tomb Cauldron, but each time he hesitated, having deep concerns. What if reality was crueler than he imagined? What if the powerful demonic energy of the Divine Tomb Cauldron destroyed his natal corpse artifact?

That would not only severely injure him, who was so intimately connected to his natal corpse artifact, but also cause him to lose such a miraculous treasure.

Suddenly!

Lanling suddenly sensed a subtle movement within his natal artifact, which had lost all its pure energy.

It was a peculiar life force fluctuation, extremely high in frequency yet very weak; otherwise, he wouldn't have waited until now to detect it.

Lanling hesitated for a moment, then closed his eyes, using the strange connection between himself and the natal artifact to examine its interior.

The fangs of the natal artifact were a vast expanse of crimson blood, stretching as far as the eye could see. In stark contrast, the part composed of relics was a milky white, shimmering light. To Lanling's astonishment, he saw Brown and Clark's souls struggling within the relic section. "

Holy crap!"

This discovery shocked Lanling even more. The natal artifact was like a vast treasure, always ready to give him immense surprises.

Lanling never imagined that this natal artifact could actually imprison souls. Although he had seen Brown and Clark's souls being absorbed by the artifact, he had only assumed their souls had been destroyed. Now, it seemed the situation was far more complex than he had imagined.

After pondering for a long time, Lanling recalled all the magical treasures he knew and combined them to explain the strange phenomenon produced by his natal corpse artifact.

Could it be that although the relic had merged with the fang and become one with it, a powerful and pure aura remained within the relic? This pure aura coexisted with the corpse aura of the fang, merging and complementing each other without repulsion. If so, then it could explain why his natal corpse artifact could absorb pure energy and smoothly transform it into corpse aura.

Lanling opened his eyes, severed the connection with his natal artifact, chuckled coldly, and muttered, "It's your good fortune that your souls haven't perished. Then let you lucky ones be my experimental subjects!"

"Let you taste the ninefold heavens of ice and fire..."

Lanling formed a hand seal to activate his natal artifact, while continuing to sense its interior. The "candied hawthorn" spun wildly. Under Lanling's deliberate manipulation, he could clearly see Brown and Clark's souls being swept from the milky-white relic realm to the blood-red fang realm by a gust of wind.

Brown and Clark appeared like two iron bars burning in blazing flames, their entire souls turning blood-red and translucent. Their pained expressions and violently trembling and contorting bodies revealed the intensity of their suffering.

Lanling took a breath and tentatively transferred Brown and Clark's souls back to the Relic Realm...

A burst of red smoke suddenly rose from Brown and Clark's souls, their expressions gradually softening, and their reactions calming down. However, under the milky white light, Lanling clearly saw that Brown and Clark's souls were no longer pure white as before, but were faintly merging with red.

What would happen if Brown and Clark's souls turned completely red?

Lanling's curiosity was piqued, but he didn't probe further. A whole day had passed while he absorbed the corpse energy transformed from pure energy, and it was now nearing evening. Furthermore, during the process of manipulating Brown and Clark to enjoy the "Nine Heavens of Ice and Fire," Lanling could keenly sense their souls becoming thinner and their life force continuously draining away. It seemed that if he let them enjoy it continuously, they wouldn't even need two more times before their souls were completely destroyed.

"Hmm... toys should be played with sparingly so they last longer..." Lanling chuckled...

Seeing that it was getting late, Lanling put away his natal corpse weapon, took a comfortable bath, put back on his old shabby clothes, and left the hotel, heading towards the artifact appraisal class.

As usual, the students in the artifact appraisal class arrived early, gathering in small groups in the corridor, laughing and chatting.

Among them, Qiu Yan looked extremely lonely, her delicate brows furrowed, her beautiful eyes filled with melancholy.

"Qiu Yan, why are you here alone? You look terrible, what happened?"

Ling Xue stepped out of the elevator, spotted Qiu Yan at a glance, and walked towards her through the crowd.

Today, Ling Xue was dressed exceptionally sexily, probably having already taken off her police uniform and acting without the restraint she used to.

Formerly a public servant and a police officer representing justice, even in her prime, though possessing a love for beauty, she had to suppress it. Dressed simply, she was still called a cool and aloof policewoman; if she were to dress extravagantly every day, who knows what kind of infamy she might have gained.

Ling Xue didn't want everyone to focus on her appearance and ignore her abilities.

Now, she had taken off her uniform and said goodbye to being a public servant, so she no longer needed to suppress her feelings.

A pair of pink hot pants accentuated her round and full buttocks, revealing her long, fair legs. Unlike other women who wore stockings, her smooth, white feet were tucked into mid-heeled sandals. Putting everything else aside, the allure of those legs alone was enough to ignite countless fantasies.

She wore a simple white tight-fitting t-shirt, her waist without an ounce of fat, and her two high, round breasts stood proudly, outlining a perfect curve from top to bottom.

"Sister Xue, you look beautiful today,"

Qiu Yan said with a forced smile, deliberately changing the subject.

Ling Xue blushed. This was the first time she'd dressed like this. To be honest, there was an element of spite in it; after all, being a police officer had been her childhood dream. Now that she'd resigned for some reason, she wanted to make a graceful exit and let those colleagues who had gossiped about her at the police station see for themselves.

"Where's Sister Ya Si?"

Qiu Yan looked curiously at Ling Xue's side. Ling Xue and Ya Si used to be inseparable, always together. It was quite unexpected to suddenly see Ya Si absent from Ling Xue's side.

Ling Xue pouted her red lips and said, "Who knows what's wrong with that girl? She's been acting all mysterious lately."

Qiu Yan covered her mouth and laughed, "Sister Xue, didn't you used to come here to accompany Sister Ya Si? Why are you here instead of Sister Ya Si? Could it be that you've also developed an interest in archaeology with our Teacher Lanling?"

Ling Xue's expression changed, and she said calmly, "I didn't come here for any archaeology..."

Recalling Ya Si's strange behavior of suddenly speaking well of Lanling, Ling Xue was filled with curiosity. What puzzled her most was that when she went to find Ya Si to come to the appraisal class today, Ya Si insisted on not coming.

Others might not know, but Ling Xue knew how much interest Ya Si had in archaeology. To escape the family dental hospital and dedicate herself to archaeology, Ya Si had put in a lot of effort since childhood. But now, it seemed like she had suddenly lost interest, even skipping the appraisal class.

Connecting IELTS's goodwill towards Lanling with her sudden absence from the assessment class, Ling Xue concluded that IELTS must have been threatened by Lanling at some point. Hmm… that seemed to be the most reasonable explanation.

"Sister Xue, you're not targeting Teacher Lanling again, are you?"

Qiu Yan, seeing Ling Xue's gloomy expression, hurriedly said, "I'm curious, why are you and Sister IELTS always targeting Teacher Lanling? Haven't you seen through Teacher Lanling's character after all this time?"

"Qiu Yan, you don't know, people's hearts are treacherous, it's not as simple as you think,"

Ling Xue kindly advised.

Qiu Yan forced a smile and stopped talking. She had already tried to persuade him many times, but it seemed to have no effect. Let Ling Xue make a scene; as long as she knew Teacher Lanling was a good man, that was enough.

Lanling stepped out of the elevator just as Qiu Yan and Ling Xue were falling into an awkward silence.

Seeing Lanling walk out of the elevator looking refreshed, Qiu Yan was surprised to find that Teacher Lanling was completely different. His clean-cut appearance now was a stark contrast to his previous disheveled appearance.

When Ling Xue saw Lanling, her heart skipped a beat.

She had seen the suspect's portrait in Catherine's case countless times; it was practically etched in her mind. Lanling used to be颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it conveys a sense of listlessness, apathy, and a lack of motivation), with a full beard. But now, the increasingly powerful Lanling was energetic, and his beard was clean-shaven. This image was incredibly similar to the suspect's portrait.

"Wow! My god, is this still our Teacher Lanling?"

"So handsome..."

"..."

"..."

When all the students saw Lanling, they were stunned. The contrast was too great!

Especially the female students, who kept praising him, making the male students around them feel a pang of envy.

"Teacher Lanling..."

"Teacher Lanling..."

"...

" "..."

In an instant, Lanling was surrounded by all the female students, bombarded with questions.

Lanling smiled broadly and calmly answered all the questions. Damn it, he finally felt this way again, Lanling thought to himself with secret satisfaction.

Qiu Yan stared at Lan Ling, observing the expressions of the female students. A sour feeling welled up inside her. When she realized what this feeling meant, her pretty face flushed red, and she lowered her head, quickly walking into the classroom. Ling Xue

stood in the corner, a cold glint flashing in her eyes as she looked at Lan Ling. Her fox tail had finally been revealed…

Lan Ling felt Ling Xue's gaze but didn't care. Let her make a scene; she'd have her day!

The class music rang out.

Lan Ling waved and said, "Class, class is starting. Let's go into the classroom!"

Although the female students were somewhat reluctant to leave, they thought that even if they went into the classroom, Lan Ling would be teaching them. Although they couldn't ask personal questions as freely as they did now, it wasn't bad to still keep an eye on Teacher Lan Ling.

A moment later, urged by Lan Ling, the students filed into the classroom.

Just as Lan Ling was about to follow, Su Qingyuan's voice suddenly came from behind.

"Lan Ling, wait a moment,"

Su Qingyuan called out.

Lanling stopped and turned to ask, "Mr. Su, what's the matter?"

Su Qingyuan praised Lanling's neat appearance, saying, "Young people should dress like this. Lanling, you really are a handsome young man!"

Lanling scratched his head and said, "Mr. Su, you're teasing me."

Su Qingyuan laughed and said, "Lanling, thank you so much for last night!"

Lanling smiled shyly and said, "Mr. Su, you're too kind. It was all I should do. By the way, is Miss Su alright?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine."

Su Qingyuan said with a smile, "You know, you don't have a phone number, and I don't even know your address. I was planning to invite you to dinner tonight, but then I realized I couldn't reach you."

"Mr. Su, you..."

Su Qingyuan interrupted Lanling, saying, "Don't be so polite. Have dinner at my house tomorrow, it's settled. You've already been to my house once, so I don't need to tell you how to get there again, right?"

This was exactly what Lanling wanted, but outwardly he still had to feign reluctance. Under Su Qingyuan's repeated invitations, Lanling reluctantly agreed...

During the class, the students focused more on Lanling's appearance. Many wondered how Teacher Lanling could change so much just by shaving his beard.

Qiu Yan stared blankly at Lan Ling. Lan Ling's disheveled appearance with his full beard had initially seemed far too old, even fitting the image of a teacher in her eyes. But now she realized that Teacher Lan Ling wasn't old at all; he was actually quite young and handsome, and the distance between them was growing ever closer, moving beyond the traditional teacher-student dynamic…

Gradually… Lan Ling's image in Qiu Yan's eyes blurred. The image of Lan Ling laughing and joking while drunk at Su Qingyuan's house flashed through her mind. That night, the two of them were in a corner of the lawn, the evening breeze blowing. Thinking back on the scene now, it was so romantic, and Qiu Yan's face flushed even more.

"Qiu Yan, please answer the question from earlier,"

Lan Ling's voice suddenly interrupted Qiu Yan's reverie.

Qiu Yan snapped out of her daze, noticing all the students' eyes were on her. She hadn't heard Lan Ling's question clearly and inwardly stamped her foot. "Bad teacher, bad Lan Ling, why did he have to ask me at this time..."

Lan Ling, seeing the blush on Qiu Yan's pretty face, felt a surge of joy. As a seasoned womanizer, how could he not see the message in Qiu Yan's eyes?

Haha... everything was better than expected...

When the tutoring class ended, Lan Ling shook off the students' attention and went straight to Qiu Yan's side, softly saying, "Qiu Yan, what's wrong? You seemed distracted in class. Is something on your mind?"

"No... nothing,"

Qiu Yan quickly shook her head.

Lan Ling smiled, a smile as gentle as a spring breeze that made Qiu Yan feel comfortable. The suppressed worry for her master's safety suddenly had an urge to be released. Looking at Lan Ling's broad shoulders, Qiu Yan really wanted to lean on him and confide in him.

"The tutoring center is about to close, shall we go together?"

Lanling asked softly.

Qiuyan hesitated for a moment, then lowered her head and hummed in agreement, her face flushed as she followed behind Lanling.

Outside, a gentle evening breeze blew, making one want to open their arms and rush into it.

Qiuyan's long hair fluttered in the breeze, and paired with her slightly flushed cheeks, she was simply irresistible to Lanling, who longed to hold her in his arms and cherish her.

"Qiuyan..."

"Lanling..."

The two spoke almost simultaneously, then smiled at each other.

"Teacher Lanling, please go first."

"Qiuyan, you go first..."

The two politely declined each other's words, making Qiuyan giggle, "We're so funny."

Lanling gazed at Qiuyan and said softly, "You finally smiled. I love your smile. Seeing the sorrow in your eyes, honestly, it makes my heart ache."

These words, almost a confession, made Qiuyan blush instantly. She secretly glanced at Lanling, and the passionate look in his eyes made her heart flutter like a deer.

Lanling slowly reached out and gently took Qiuyan's hand. Her small hand was soft, and her palm was sweaty from nervousness.

Lanling deliberately reached out slowly, wanting to see Qiuyan's reaction. When he saw that Qiuyan could have dodged but didn't, he couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

The most difficult step had been overcome; the rest would be a natural progression.

The time to enjoy the pure yin body is drawing nearer, Qiu Yan… I'll let you accompany me through these immortal years…

Far around a corner, Ling Xue stood watching Lan Ling with piercing eyes. The moment she saw Lan Ling and Qiu Yan holding hands, her expression changed, and she stopped abruptly after taking a few steps.

From certain angles, Ling Xue appeared ruthless and cold-blooded. She had initially wanted to save Qiu Yan, and if her prediction was correct, Lan Ling was the murderer of Catherine. This meant Qiu Yan might be Lan Ling's next prey. However, her hesitation was entirely driven by selfishness! If

Qiu Yan could be Lan Ling's prey, why couldn't she, Ling Xue, be his bait? The

lack of real leverage over Lan Ling had severely damaged Ling Xue's pride, a reputation she usually held for her brilliant crime-solving abilities. This time, she wanted irrefutable evidence to apprehend Lan Ling!

After all, Qiu Yan wasn't an ordinary person; there shouldn't be any accidents… This reason completely eradicated any lingering guilt in Ling Xue's heart.

Lanling and Qiuyan walked hand in hand down the empty street, neither speaking. Lanling displayed a man's shyness, while Qiuyan was genuinely too shy to say anything.

Dong dong dong…

The great bell in the central clock tower of Qinglong City rang ten times.

"Ten o'clock…"

Lanling sighed, "Time flies…"

"Yes, it's so late…"

Qiuyan said softly, head bowed.

"Qiuyan, won't your parents scold you for going home so late?"

Lanling asked.

"No, they trust me…"

Qiuyan said, her face flushing even more when she realized this seemed to imply that Lanling could spend more time with her.

Lanling gazed up at the great bell in the clock tower, turning his head casually, a faint smile playing on his lips.

A breeze stirred…

Lanling's hand tightened slightly on Qiuyan's small hand.

Qiuyan didn't notice the sudden flash of green light in Lanling's eyes in the night.

Qiu Yan's delicate body jolted violently, and she collapsed unconscious into Lan Ling's arms

without warning. Even her master and the lazy monk combined had been severely injured by Lan Ling; how much more so would she? The defensive magic she carried didn't even provide a warning before she was caught off guard and fell into a coma.

Lan Ling picked up Qiu Yan and placed her in a corner, releasing his zombie aura to envelop her body. He then returned to his original spot, standing in the cold moonlight, his eyes flashing green, gazing in the direction where Ling Xue was hiding.

When Qiu Yan inexplicably collapsed into Lan Ling's arms, Ling Xue was overjoyed and rashly tried to rush out and catch Lan Ling red-handed. However, she suddenly realized that Qiu Yan, also a cultivator, seemed to have been subdued without any resistance. Moreover, when Ling Xue saw Lan Ling standing on the street looking at her without any restraint, she immediately realized that Lan Ling had already noticed her presence.

A chill ran through her. Having faced countless vicious criminals and never known fear, Ling Xue felt terror for the first time.

Ling Xue was intelligent, without a doubt. Although she had evidence against Lan Ling, she didn't act rashly without any certainty. After a brief hesitation, she immediately turned.

"Trying to run?"

Lan Ling sneered, his body transforming into a streak of crimson light as he shot out.

"What? Trying to leave?"

In an instant, Lan Ling appeared before Ling Xue, who nearly crashed into him.

"You…"

Ling Xue stared at Lan Ling in shock. Such speed was proof of his strength. What kind of being was he?

"Officer Ling, you've been following me for so long, and always targeting me. Are you interested in me?"

Lan Ling said with a smile.

"Who are you! Did you kill Catherine?!"

Ling Xue suppressed her fear and spoke sharply.

"So what if I killed her?"

Lanling said indifferently, his eyes beginning to scan Ling Xue's body.

Under Lanling's unrestrained gaze, Ling Xue began to regret that her outfit today was far too revealing...

"I really didn't expect your figure to be even better than I imagined... tsk tsk... I wonder if it would be even better if you took off all your clothes? Officer Ling, how come your breasts are so big? Could they be fake? I'll have to examine them properly later..."

Lanling said with utter lewdness.

Ling Xue was immediately filled with shame and indignation. With a roar, she channeled her true martial power throughout her body, purple light flashing at the edge of her palm, slashing at Lanling like a sharp blade.

"You think you can?"

Lanling sneered, speaking disdainfully.

The reason Lanling was dealing with Ling Xue now was firstly to teach her a lesson, and secondly, he had another purpose. The pure energy in his natal corpse artifact had all been converted into corpse energy and absorbed by Lanling. With a visit to the Su family tomorrow, he naturally needed to store some pure energy in his natal corpse artifact to conceal his zombie aura.

Lanling dodged like a ghost, simultaneously summoning his natal corpse weapon to absorb the true martial energy emanating from Ling Xue.

Ling Xue was astonished to find that she couldn't even touch the hem of Lanling's clothes, and her true martial energy was completely absorbed.

If Lanling hadn't been reluctant to kill her, ten Ling Xues would likely have already had their souls absorbed.

With Lanling's current strength, the amount of zombie energy he could release wouldn't be much, so storing just a little pure energy was enough. Therefore, after Ling Xue's attacks lasted only a few minutes, Lanling put away his natal corpse weapon and began toying with Ling Xue with great interest.

With a sharp tearing sound, Lanling ripped a long gash in Ling Xue's tight-fitting hot pants. The pants, already quite tight and elastic, were now stretched taut, revealing a small portion of Ling Xue's round, white buttocks. " Ha

, so you like wearing thongs..."

Lanling lewdly chuckled. "Not bad. It won't block my view."

Ling Xue, filled with shame and anger, roared, "I

'll fight you to the death!" With that, she unleashed all her true martial power, launching an even more ferocious attack on Lanling.

Unfortunately, her abilities were far inferior to Lanling's. Her desperate attacks had absolutely no effect on him. The constant tearing sound only intensified Ling Xue's fear, and the cool evening breeze instantly sent shivers down her spine.

Lanling was utterly despicable. He tore Ling Xue's clothes skillfully, creating numerous rips that didn't completely rip her garments apart. Instead, the strips remained attached, resembling ropes due to their tight fit—an incredibly alluring sight.

While dodging Ling Xue's relentless attacks like a ghost, Lanling groped her body.

Ling Xue's figure was undeniably stunning. As an Easterner, her breasts rivaled those of Westerners like Beatrice and Juliet. Her rigorous training in martial arts from a young age had given her a well-developed physique; her round, firm buttocks rippled with each slap, almost overwhelming Lanling.

Ling Xue, while fiercely attacking, endured unprecedented humiliation. Her previously invincible pride was ruthlessly trampled.

For the first time, she realized her own weakness, understood the true meaning of fear.

Lanling had been teasing Ling Xue for about half an hour. Turning his head to glance at the large clock on the distant bell tower, a sinister smile crept across his lips. "Ling Xue, it's time for you to pay a little interest."

Lanling stopped dodging, remaining motionless against Ling Xue's incoming true martial force.

Ling Xue was delighted to see the shadow blade formed from all her true martial force about to strike Lanling's face. But in an instant, her joy turned into an even stronger fear. The shadow blade stopped not far in front of Lanling, and no matter how hard she tried, it showed no sign of advancing and even gradually faded.

A sense of powerlessness gradually overwhelmed Ling Xue. The exhaustion and humiliation caused considerable damage to her body and mind. Looking at the devilish smiling face before her, Ling Xue's eyes glazed over.

"The appetizer is over!"

Lanling snorted coldly, suddenly blowing out a crimson zombie aura that sent Ling Xue flying, crashing heavily to the ground.

With a bloody groan, Ling Xue stared in terror at Lan Ling approaching her, struggling to her feet.

"Officer Ling, what do you think will happen if all the residents of Qinglong City see you on the clock tower in your current form tomorrow morning?" Lan Ling

grinned wickedly, his eyes glancing at the distant clock tower.

Ling Xue's face turned deathly pale. She had no doubt that this guy possessed such power; just imagining it… Ling Xue gasped, groaning, too afraid to even think about it.

"Still trying to run? Ha, Officer Ling, weren't you quite brave before?"

Lan Ling laughed, his body leaving a red afterimage as he blocked Ling Xue's path, pulling her into his arms. Ling Xue had no chance to escape.

The sexy little wildcat was in his arms, her violent struggles and the elasticity of his palms making Lanling's heart flutter. He wanted to take Ling Xue right there and then, but he felt that would be too easy on this hateful woman.

Hmm... he'd collect some interest first, and when the time was right, he would completely destroy this woman's dignity!

Ling Xue struggled frantically in panic, but she was horrified to find that her true martial power could not be used. A cold aura penetrated her body, completely suppressing her true martial power. She could only use her physical strength now.

"Let me go!"

Ling Xue struggled and shouted.

Lanling blinked, and a barrier of zombie aura enveloped Ling Xue and himself: "Scream all you want, no one will pay attention to you even if you scream your lungs out. The more you scream, the more excited I get!"

With that, Lanling forcefully turned Ling Xue's body around, making her face away from him, and then his hands broke through Ling Xue's protection, grabbing her two large breasts through her torn clothes.

"Let me go! You bastard!"

Ling Xue screamed, twisting her body violently in an attempt to break free from Lan Ling's embrace.

Lan Ling held Ling Xue with a slight force, but not too tightly, deliberately giving her room to struggle. Tsk tsk... the feeling of that perky and elastic buttocks rubbing against his lower body was really fucking stimulating...

Suddenly!

Ling Xue's struggle stopped for a moment. She suddenly felt something hard pressing against her buttocks...

Based on her understanding of relationships between men and women, Ling Xue instantly knew what that hard thing was. A strong sense of shame surged into her heart, and she screamed like a madwoman: "Devil! Let me go... let me go..."

Lan Ling chuckled, freeing one hand to quickly unzip his pants, releasing his already erect and hard erection.

The thick, erect penis pressed against Ling Xue's buttocks through her tattered hot pants. The hot pants were so badly torn that with each twist, the burning heat could touch her skin, especially since the thong Ling Xue wore to accentuate her figure was now making it even easier for Lan Ling.

Taking advantage of Ling Xue's struggle, Lan Ling forcefully thrust his hard penis between her legs. Through the thong, Lan Ling could clearly feel the heat and softness of Ling Xue's private area.

"This feels good too..."

Lan Ling murmured lewdly as he thrust his penis in and out between Ling Xue's legs.

Ling Xue was now on the verge of tears. The thick, burning penis was right between her legs, rubbing against her most private area with almost no obstruction. The most shameful thing was that she couldn't control her body. With countless rubs, she was horrified to feel something secreting from her lower body...

"You're wet, my dear Officer Ling..."

Lan Ling chuckled.

"Aren't you excited? You want it, don't you?"

"..."

"..."

Various lewd words spilled from Lanling's mouth, constantly assaulting Ling Xue's ears. Her voice gradually became hoarse, her struggles grew weaker, and large tears streamed down her pretty face.

Lanling continued thrusting, trying to relax his body as much as possible. His time was limited; he couldn't waste any more time.

After a moment, Lanling's movements became noticeably faster. With a muffled groan, a milky-white, viscous liquid sprayed all over Ling Xue's tattered pink hot pants.

Lanling chuckled, a halo of zombie aura appearing in his palm. He gently patted Ling Xue's head, and Ling Xue collapsed to the ground...

A moment later, Lanling appeared at the entrance of the community where Qiu Yan lived, carrying her. Lanling absorbed the zombie aura that had imprisoned Qiu Yan's consciousness, and Qiu Yan slowly opened her eyes.

"Qiu Yan, you still haven't told me the answer..."

Lanling asked with a smile.

"Answer? Hmm..."

Qiu Yan looked at Lanling in surprise, then turned to look at her surroundings. How had they gotten to her doorstep without her noticing?

"Yes, it's the question I asked you when we were in the park."

Lanling's face flushed slightly, a hint of shyness in her eyes.

"Park?"

Lanling reached out and plucked a blade of grass from Qiu Yan's hair, saying, "You still have grass in your hair? Be careful your parents don't notice when you get home."

Lanling lowered her head, and in a blink, Qiu Yan's eyes momentarily blurred. When they cleared, the confusion she had shown earlier was gone.

"Teacher Lanling, thank you for taking me home,"

Qiu Yan said politely.

"Then promise me that you'll confide in me if you have any worries in the future, and also, tell me your answer sooner rather than later, okay?"

Lanling said with a smile.

"Okay..."

Qiu Yan smiled shyly, turned, and walked quickly into the community.

Everything seemed perfect tonight. Lanling turned to look at the faint black dots on the clock in the distance and smiled smugly.

It was an ordinary morning,

but it was destined to be Ling Xue's day of suffering. People doing their morning exercise, looking up at the clock tower, saw someone standing on it and, thinking someone was trying to commit suicide, immediately called the police.

When the officers arrived and laboriously climbed the tower, they found their former colleague, the aloof and beautiful policewoman Ling Xue, her clothes tattered, strapped to the clock. Dried traces of a milky-white liquid were visible on her pink hot pants—what it was, everyone present knew perfectly well.

Some felt a sense of relief, others a sense of sorrow. Those who felt relief were those who had been hurt by Ling Xue's arrogance, while those who felt a sense of shared suffering felt sorrow. It was clear that Ling Xue had been sexually assaulted, knocked unconscious, and then strapped to the clock. Ling Xue had previously imprisoned countless criminals; this was likely an act of revenge by a former criminal. Considering that even a genius among True Martial Arts practitioners like Ling Xue had fallen into such a state, what chance did anyone else have if they encountered such a situation?

The image of Ling Xue, discovered in the early morning, appeared online around 9 AM. Her torn clothes and the image of a sexy woman, seemingly having just undergone SM, instantly became the object of countless men's fantasies. Perhaps countless men would masturbate to Ling Xue's image for many days to come.

The image of the aloof policewoman crumbled!

The news spread rapidly throughout Qinglong City, and Ling Xue became the talk of the town.

Subsequently, the police issued an arrest warrant, mobilizing a large force. The Ling Xue incident became the first instance of a criminal openly challenging the police, and the air in Qinglong City instantly became tense…

Meanwhile, Lan Ling, the instigator of the incident, was comfortably lounging on the sofa in his luxury suite, watching the video clip released by Fatty Long, chuckling coldly.

"This chick is quite photogenic,"

Lan Ling laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, she's really sexy…"

Fatty Long quickly echoed.

Beatrice remained silent, a chill running down her spine at Lanling's methods. He was capable of anything. As a woman herself, she understood Lingxue's predicament after this incident.

If she wasn't strong enough, she might commit suicide… Beatrice muttered softly.

Lanling chuckled, "Belitse, if you were Lingxue, would you commit suicide?"

Beatrice's face changed, and she dared not speak again.

After noon, Yasi appeared in Lanling's suite.

"Master, did you do what you did to Lingxue?"

Yasi asked tentatively.

Lanling chuckled, "What, are you very dissatisfied?"

Yasi hurriedly said, "Master, I wouldn't dare."

"Then what are you doing here?"

Lanling asked.

Yasi took out the Demon God's bones. After a short time, a small piece had been ground off.

"Where are the bone fragments?"

Lanling asked.

Yasi pulled a small paper packet from her pocket, containing evenly distributed powder.

Lanling took the paper package, casually stuffed it into his pocket, and said, "My little slave girl, Lingxue is still your cousin. She's suffered something like this and needs your comfort."

Yasi hurriedly said, "Master, I dare not, I won't..."

Before Yasi could finish speaking, Lanling waved his hand to interrupt her, saying, "I'm asking you to comfort her. You need to act like you would when you had that kind of relationship before, quickly mend your relationship, and make her trust you completely, understand?"

Yasi was stunned, suddenly feeling dizzy, as if needles were pricking her mind.

She looked at Lanling tremblingly and saw the green light in Lanling's eyes gradually flickering.

"Master, I know what to do, I'll go right now..."

Yasi said in a trembling voice.

The green light in Lanling's eyes disappeared instantly. He stepped forward and gently patted Yasi's cheek, saying, "You are my most beloved little slave girl, so you must be good... Go..."

After Yasi left, Lanling lazily lay down on the sofa.

Just then, Fatty Long knocked on the door and entered the room, bowing as he said, "Master, someone is looking for you..." "

Looking for me?"

Lanling was taken aback. Who would be looking for him?

"It's a stunning beauty..."

Fatty Long chuckled.

"Let her in."

Lanling waved his hand, deciding to welcome this mysterious guest.

A moment later, Fatty Long led a woman into the room.

She was a fiery woman, wearing a bright red cheongsam. Her waist was slender, her breasts large, and her rounded hips swayed with irresistible allure as she walked. She appeared to be in her thirties, and the mature charm in her eyes was captivating.

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