Desire of the Demon

The firelight gradually dimmed, and Anu hurriedly got up, saying, "I'll go gather some dry branches to add to the firewood."
She ran all the way back, eager not to miss any conversation about Young Master Bai.

"Miss Anu, please don't go too far. Try to stay within our sight. I have a feeling something's not right here," Jiang Yang instructed, glancing at Xiao Bai. Xiao Bai was still lying on his side, his eyes half-closed, his little fingers fiddling with his ear.

"Mmm!"

Fatty Wang watched with satisfaction as Anu's round little bottom wiggled and disappeared into the darkness.

Suddenly, Xiao Bai sat up abruptly, twisting his wrist and smiling, "The fish's taken the bait."
Suddenly, a delicate cry came from the darkness behind the bushes: "Ah!" Xiao Bai's figure flashed and disappeared into the bushes. Jiang Yang followed closely behind, a step later. Fatty Wang was suddenly left alone by the campfire, stunned and still not having reacted. A

cold wind blew by, and Fatty Wang felt a chill run down his spine. "Please, please, please don't let anything go wrong at this time... That damned Little White, he actually left me, a mere level 5 weakling, behind..." Fatty Wang stared around in terror, thinking that if he heard any noise,

he would immediately turn around and run back into the house. Sure enough, as if on cue, a soft rustling came from the bushes, and Fatty Wang turned and ran. "Help me... help me..." Fatty Wang froze, clearly hearing a delicate female voice. He turned around tremblingly and saw a woman crawling out of the bushes. She was disheveled, lying on the ground, looking extremely weak. The dim campfire reflected the woman's beautiful face. Her hair was messy, and when she saw Fatty Wang turn around, she seemed to have grasped a lifeline, gasping for breath, "Grandpa, help me..."

Fatty Wang quickly went forward and helped the woman to the campfire, secretly surprised. This woman's body was so flexible, it seemed weightless. The woman had just sat down when she felt dizzy and nearly fell to the side. Wang Pangzi quickly caught her and pulled her into his arms. A blush rose on her face, and she sobbed softly, "I'm so sorry to have troubled you, sir. I'm so useless. I was one of the examinees, but I was ambushed by a villain... Waaah... I barely escaped. Meeting you, sir, is truly my good fortune."

Wang Pangzi inhaled the woman's faint fragrance and, upon hearing her words, was overjoyed. He firmly grasped her slender hand and said, "A true man acts bravely and righteously; it's nothing to boast about. Please rest and recover, and you can come with me when you're better." As he spoke, he glanced down at the woman's chest. She wore a loose-fitting robe, revealing everything underneath. One breast, pressed against Wang Pangzi's chest, was deformed and tightly connected to the other. The two mounds of white flesh nestled together, quiet and peaceful.

The woman suddenly looked up, her eyes brimming with tears, and said, "Sir, you've been so kind to me, I don't know how to repay you." Her breasts shifted as she looked up, revealing two small, delicate nipples in the shadows. Fatty Wang stared wide-eyed, unable to look away. "Ah...this...it's nothing...

"

The woman resolutely straightened up, pulled back her clothes, and revealed her naked upper body. She said charmingly, "This is all I have, this broken body. If you don't mind, sir..." With that, her face flushed, and she turned her head away. Wang Pangzi was stunned for a moment, then sighed deeply. "Miss

, you're too insulting. Do you think all men in the world are lustful and ungrateful? I helped you out of pure and sincere conscience, without a trace of evil intention. Miss, you..."

The woman suddenly sobbed, "You really... dislike me, dislike that I'm not pretty enough..."

Wang Pangzi quickly stepped forward to comfort her, "Miss, no, we..."

Suddenly, the woman's small hand flashed like lightning, and Wang Pangzi felt a blackout before his eyes and collapsed. He still retained a sliver of consciousness. In his hazy state, he heard the woman mutter curses: "You fat bastard, don't you even take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror? Trying to act all high and mighty. You're lucky you have anything to look at, yet you still dare to show off! Let you show off! Let you show off!"
She kicked him as she cursed.

With tears welling in Wang Pangzi's eyes, he thought, "I was actually thinking, it's cold outside, could we go inside..."

From behind the bushes, a dark figure carrying a bundle on its shoulder sped into the depths of the forest. The figure was incredibly fast, but it couldn't shake off Xiaobai behind it. As it took its second breath, the figure suddenly felt a gust of wind on its back. Xiaobai, right behind it, delivered a powerful punch. Just as the fist was about to strike, the figure abruptly plummeted, disappearing into the bushes. The next instant, the figure shot out again, still incredibly fast.

Xiaobai paused, gave a cold smile, and whispered something in Jiang Yang's ear. Jiang Yang nodded. Xiaobai continued its pursuit.

The following events were remarkably similar: just as it was about to catch up, the figure plummeted again, then shot out once more. This repeated six times, until finally stopping on the seventh attempt. He turned around and said fiercely, "Kid! You've been chasing me for so long, aren't you tired yet!"

Xiao Bai, panting lightly, laughed, "I have been chasing you for a long time, but I'll catch you eventually."

The shadowy figure was taken aback, then laughed loudly, "Fine! Let's see how long you can keep chasing!" He then led Xiao Bai in a circle through the woods and started running in the opposite direction. Xiao Bai chased after him leisurely, grinning.
This time, the shadowy figure's speed gradually decreased, his body began to sway, and his steps became less agile than before.
Finally, after a few breaths, the figure stopped, leaning against a tree, panting heavily, waving his hand and saying, "I'm not running anymore! I'm not running anymore! I give up!"

Xiao Bai, also panting, stood not far from the shadowy figure, hands on his hips, smiling broadly at him.
The shadowy figure ripped off the black cloth covering his face, revealing a large, angular face. He chuckled and said, "Consider yourself lucky, kid. I... huff..." He took a breath and continued, "I'm not in good shape today, otherwise I'd run a few more rounds with you."

Xiao Bai laughed, "But a few of you might not be enough; we'll have to call more."

The burly man in the shadows wasn't surprised and laughed heartily, "Young man, you've got some skill! You saw through our trick all along. Where did we slip up?"

Xiao Bai said, "Each of you moves your legs differently."

The burly man in the shadows was secretly amazed. Their group of six had been carefully selected by the "God of War," Shi Chou, who was known for his brilliant military strategy, forming a "Phantom Army." Every movement and detail of their body movements had been meticulously crafted by Dean Shi over the past six months. Given the darkness and poor visibility tonight, it was truly impressive that this young man had seen through their disguise with just a few glances.

The burly man continued laughing, "What about my companions?"

"They should all have been dealt with by my companions." Xiao Bai pointed back, "They should all be attending the bonfire party now."

The burly man spread his hands, "We lost, we'll go back with you."

The two returned to the bonfire, and sure enough, four extremely similar men in black, along with a disheveled woman, were slumped on the ground beside it, heads hanging low. Fatty Wang sat far away from them, glaring angrily at the group. Anu went up to them one by one, offering fruit and words of comfort: "It's alright, everyone, don't be discouraged. Losing to our young master Xiao Bai isn't shameful, it's really alright, everyone, please don't be disheartened." With Anu's comfort, the men in black and the woman lowered their heads even further.

Jiang Yang was standing guard beside the men in black. Seeing Xiao Bai return with one person, he smiled and asked, "All done?"
Xiao Bai nodded.

"Are things alright on your end?"

"Fatty Wang was ambushed, but it's still part of the plan, nothing unexpected happened."

Fatty Wang retorted, "What kind of talk is that! I'm just too embarrassed to fight a woman! Damn it, if you've got the guts, send a man to deal with me and see what happens!"

Xiao Bai gave him a cold look and sat down directly.

The men in black and the woman looked up, tears welling in their eyes, and said, "Big Brother!"

The burly man in black waved his hand, "Don't be so pathetic. If you lost, you lost. Show some backbone! We'd be willing to lose to these people!" He then clasped his hands in a fist salute to Xiaobai, "You've passed. You can proceed to the next transit station."

Jiang Yang suddenly interjected, "Sure enough, the test has been going on since it started."

The burly man in black smiled slightly, "Only those who survive and arrive at Taihang Ancient Mountain on time are qualified to participate in the final test."

Xiaobai turned his head and asked, "How do we get to the next station?"

The burly man laughed heartily, "Looks like you haven't had enough. Little brother, what's your name?"

"Xiaobai."

"My name is Dazhuang! I sincerely hope you enjoy the journey. The next station requires the six of us to prepare the necessary items ahead. We await your arrival." The man called Dazhuang gave Xiaobai a hearty thumbs-up, waved to the remaining five, and the group swaggered into the depths of the forest, their figures gradually disappearing into the endless darkness.

Wang Pangzi jumped up and shouted, "Hey, hey, hey, letting them leave like this is too dangerous!"

Jiang Yang laughed and said, "Don't worry, these people mean no harm. If they did, you and Anu would have been in danger long ago."
Xiao Bai sat down cross-legged and said calmly, "I believe him."

Anu also said gently, "I believe those uncles too. They're not bad people. When I was kidnapped, they only covered my mouth and didn't hurt me. They also tried their best to protect me when we ran."

Seeing that everyone's attitude was the same, Wang Pangzi had no choice but to sit down awkwardly, drawing small circles on the ground with his hand and muttering, "Then why did no one care when I was kicked to death? Just wait. I didn't say I wouldn't wait."

After sitting for a while, they finally heard a "rustling" sound coming from the bushes next to them. Everyone looked over there, but instead of the burly man, they saw one of the men in black from the group. His face was covered in blood, his clothes were badly torn, and he was covered in wounds. He struggled to crawl out of the bushes and stretched out a trembling hand to the group. His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

Xiao Bai rushed forward, helping the man in black to his feet, shouting, "Anu!" Anu quickly ran over with a water bottle and a cloth.

The man in black forced a sip of water, his mind still fogged up. Tears streamed down his face as he trembled, saying, "Big brother, they... they're all dead..."

Xiao Bai and Jiang Yang's expressions hardened. The man in black kept muttering, "Monster... that person was a monster... a monster."

The two exchanged glances, handed the man in black to Anu, and then dashed off in the direction he had come from.
They remained silent the entire way. They knew perfectly well that these six people were quite strong, and with their amazing movement techniques, they could easily escape any powerful enemy. Moreover, at this stage of the exam, any candidate should already understand the pattern. "Passing the test" was the key, not killing. Who was ahead?

At the far end of the path lay a flat, empty meadow. Four burly men dressed in black lay sprawled in a pool of blood. There was no trace of life in any of them.

A slender, ghostly figure stood amidst the corpses. He wore a tight-fitting linen garment and his hands gripped the buttocks of a mature woman, thrusting forcefully into her. The woman appeared unconscious; her head was tilted back, her pale thighs and arms hanging limply, swaying with each thrust. The man's trousers were pulled down to his ankles, revealing two long, muscular legs with smooth lines.

His arm strength was astonishing; his lower body remained almost still, relying solely on his hands to firmly grip the woman's full, rounded buttocks, lifting and lowering her body repeatedly. With each thrust, a large portion of the man's long, fleshy penis could be vaguely seen protruding in the darkness. Then, with each downward thrust, that large portion quickly plunged into the woman's body, accompanied by a muddy, fleshy "splat" sound, like stepping on muddy ground after a rain. The woman could faintly utter a soft "hum," whether from pain or pleasure, it was unclear.

The man seemed to have grown tired, and his lower body began to move back and forth. With each thrust, the man arched his buttocks slightly, almost completely withdrawing his penis. With each downward thrust, the man thrust forward forcefully, producing a loud "smack." The woman's head also lifted slightly, then instantly went limp again. In the darkness, the sounds of this wanton copulation were crisp and jarring against the backdrop of the night. The sounds suddenly became more rapid, louder, and faster, at first like drumming, and finally seeming to shatter the night sky. With one last violent impact, the man gripped the woman tightly, motionless. The woman on top of him suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, then her head slumped back, her last breath gone.
After a long while, the man slowly pulled out a mud-covered, slightly limp penis, tossed the woman's corpse aside, and slowly pulled up his trousers. He had a coarse cloth tied tightly around his waist, and wore only thin linen leggings. His simple attire perfectly accentuated his well-defined muscles. He stood there, trampling in the pool of blood, head raised, gazing at the sky, eyes closed, seemingly savoring the moment.
"Crack!" The two running figures suddenly stopped abruptly, instantly assuming defensive stances, staring intently ahead.

He slowly turned his head, opened his eyes, and smiled at Xiaobai and Jiang Yang. In the moonlight, his face gradually became clear. It was an extremely handsome face: a pointed chin, thin, hooked eyebrows, and a straight, sword-like nose. Even more terrifying were his icy, bone-chilling eyes: they were long and narrow, always appearing squinted, like thin lines. He had a small, bright red mouth, but his faint, wicked smile added a hint of cruelty, making one fear that his small mouth might reveal beast-like fangs when it opened.

His smile as he turned sent a chill down Xiaobai and Jiangyang's spines.

He stared at them for a long time, his eyes seeming to widen slightly. Then, he slowly spoke, "You two look quite cute, hee hee." His voice was thin and sharp, like needles, instantly piercing the two as if they were riddled with holes.

Suppressing the immense chill within, Jiangyang asked sharply, "Did you kill him?!"

"Hmm," came a playful reply.

"Why! You should know how to get through this!"

He slowly walked towards the two of them, squinting and smiling as
he went. "It's all my fault, I'm terrible with directions, I got the meeting place wrong. I was in a bad mood, and then I ran into these guys. I had no choice but to vent my anger on them." With each step he took, Jiang Yang felt his blood and energy stagnate, his muscles stiffen, and his bones tremble. He realized he could no longer speak; maintaining his defensive stance had exhausted all his strength.

"So now you want to vent your anger on us?" Xiao Bai's calm voice rang out from the side.

"No, no, no, you've misunderstood." He still smiled, but a fierce glint suddenly flashed in his eyes. "With your talents, it would be a waste to just vent your anger... but... I really want to have some fun with you." As soon as he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of the two of them.

Xiao Bai and Jiang Yang felt fists that were too fast to see coming at them one after another from the front. The two of them had no chance to fight back and could only keep blocking. "Jiang Yang!" Xiao Bai shouted, and the two suddenly changed their posture. Xiao Bai lightly leaped into the air, bent over, and used his arms and legs to forcefully block the attack. Jiang Yang leaned down and punched the enemy's legs hard with both fists.

With a loud "thud," before either of them could even see how the other had attacked, they were sent flying, crashing into the bushes in the night. The man laughed heartily, "As expected, not bad, not bad at all. You'll definitely give me some fun." He was about to give chase when something suddenly flashed out of the darkness, as fast as lightning. He dodged the shadow, but suddenly felt a chill on his waist; his clothes had been torn. Before he could even track the shadow, a figure nimbly flew out from the corner of his eye, unleashing a powerful punch that had been gathering momentum. Unfortunately, he was faster; before the fist could even reach him, he had already been kicked several times. The figure scrambled back, creating distance and assuming a defensive stance.

"Oh, so you planned to use the terrain from the start? That's why you pretended to be attacked and retreated into the shadows of the woods.
Is this the black-clad youth, and the other one hiding in the bushes waiting to ambush? Hehe, impressive, I can't sense his presence at all, he's like a wild beast. Did the black-clad youth come out as bait because he knew his presence couldn't be concealed? How interesting." He

was overjoyed. He showed an excited expression. Suddenly, he launched another rapid attack, his punches and kicks so fast they were almost invisible, forcing Jiang Yang to retreat step by step. Just as his punch was about to strike Jiang Yang's vitals, there was a "whoosh" sound of air friction in the darkness, followed by a shadow flying swiftly towards his back. He had no choice but to withdraw his hand and dodge to the side. This time he saw clearly, it was a vine whip. The youth hiding in the darkness was like a cunning hunter, watching every opening closely. If he was even slightly careless, the sharp whip would slice through his body like a sword.
He didn't stop, but continued to attack the black-clad youth in front of him. Each time he was ambushed by the whip from the darkness, he managed to dodge it. After several repetitions, he became increasingly adept, his attacks
revealing fewer and fewer openings. Jiang Yang's bones felt like they were about to shatter from the blows, blood constantly trickling from his mouth. Suddenly, the whip struck again with lightning speed, aiming for the same vital spot. He again effortlessly dodged, as if everything was perfectly predictable. But this time, his smile froze. Because this time, the whip's tip was tied with a sharp, pointed wooden splinter! He instinctively dodged according to his previous prediction, but the whip's tip was different now; the same dodge would naturally result in being cut by the splinter.

A trickle of blood flowed from his waist; though the wound wasn't deep, he had indeed been injured by the combined efforts of these two boys!

He wiped the blood from his waist with his fingers and slowly sucked on it. How many years ago was the last time he was injured? He thought quietly. After a long while, his expression became one of ecstasy. "You..." he choked up, "You must hold on, don't fall!"

His face was obscured by the moonlight. Only his small eyes gleamed in the darkness.
He desperately wanted to find the other boy hidden in the shadows by tracking the whip's trajectory, but that boy was too cunning. Each strike precisely targeted his weaknesses and blind spots, and the moment he dodged, before his eyes could even track, the whip lashed back, disappearing into the darkness, the boy immediately changing position. And when he focused his attention on the whip, trying to find the trajectory, the black-clad boy would launch a relentless attack. This was... this

was so exhilarating! He suppressed the trembling excitement within him, carefully controlling his body.

The black-clad boy was already covered in wounds, but his eyes still burned with an indomitable flame. Yes, that's it, more, more... the man silently yearned.

In a moment of distraction, the black-clad youth seized an opportunity and kicked out. The man stumbled, his body flipping backward.

An opening! The black-clad youth's eyes narrowed, and he rushed forward. The enemy was wide open, his feet not even touching the ground. The black-clad youth only had this one chance! And he wouldn't let it slip away!

Just as the black-clad youth's fist slammed into the man's waist, the man laughed. The black-clad youth only saw the man inexplicably change his posture in mid-air, landing on one hand while the other hand formed a sword shape with its five fingers, thrusting upwards towards the black-clad youth's throat. All of this happened in a flash. The black-clad youth's move was already unleashed, and he had no time to change his attack, only able to watch helplessly as the opponent's hand-sword was about to pierce his throat.
At this moment, the sound of friction in the air rang out again. He laughed again. He abruptly withdrew his attack, dodged to the side, and then sprinted away in the direction the whip had returned.

So far, his plan had been going smoothly. He feigned an opening to lure the black-clad youth into attacking, then pretended to strike a fatal blow, all to draw out the whip that he had to use in this critical moment. During the previous fight, the whip had always struck with the calmest, most cunning angles and timings, making it unpredictable. But now, to save someone, the whip had to act hastily to stop him, allowing him to track the whip's movements and catch the cunning and delicious prey hiding in the darkness. A novice is a novice. His mood became unusually good.

"This is it." He flew like a ghost to a bush, almost in the blink of an eye, making almost no sound. Then he raised his beautifully muscular right leg and slammed it into the bush with lightning speed. A "crack" was heard, the sound of bones breaking, and a figure flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

"Hehe," he smiled, preparing to step forward, when suddenly he felt a powerful force pull his right leg forward. His lower body was always incredibly strong; no matter how an ordinary person attacked his lower body, they couldn't budge him an inch. At this moment, he felt his right foot being pulled forward by something incredibly strong. Everything happened too fast, too suddenly. He instantly lost his balance and his body involuntarily fell backward. In the instant he fell, he finally saw what was on his foot: his ankle was tightly bound with a whip. "Could it be that that kick was intentionally let me land? To give me a chance to restrict my leg? The other end of the whip must be tied to himself, so that the force of my attack became the force of the whip pulling me. Hehe, clever."

In the instant he fell backward, Xiao Bai, still kicked into the air, roared, "Jiang Yang!"
Almost simultaneously, a black figure flashed directly above him, the figure's fist raised high, clearly having been charging for a long time. The enemy fell backward, wide open, with no time to defend himself.

A loud "Bang!" resounded. A powerful fist struck his abdomen, slamming him to the ground. Even the ground couldn't withstand the impact, creating a crater.

In the next instant, the black-clad youth swiftly leaped backward, retreating to a safe distance and assuming a defensive stance again. The whip bound to the man's feet seemed to come alive, rapidly untying itself and disappearing into the darkness. Silence returned to the darkness, utterly still.

The black-clad youth stared intently at the imposing figure lying on the ground, as did the calm eyes in the darkness.

The figure lay there for a long time, motionless. Only a soft, mocking laugh drifted in, "Hehehehe." Then, the sound grew clearer, "Hehehehe." Finally, the sound became loud and piercing, "Wahahahaha!" The laughter grew louder and more intense, filled with a frenzied joy, a ecstatic jubilation that seemed to tear the air apart!

The black figure on the ground, laughing wildly, slowly rose to his feet. He held his face with one hand, as if afraid his laughter would leak out. Then the laughter gradually subsided, returning to calm.
His hand remained on his face, obscuring his expression. Only his devilish, squinting eyes could be glimpsed through his fingers: "I really, really can't bear to kill you all anymore." His laughter paused, the air froze, and all sound vanished.

The black-clad youth felt his heart skip a beat. An unparalleled, powerful killing intent emanated from the other man, ten times stronger than before! He suddenly realized that the other man had never been serious from the beginning. He deeply understood that if he moved even a single finger now, he might be unable to move at all.

Just as tensions were rising, a strange cry suddenly came from the treetop beside them. "Caw! Caw!" A black crow had appeared on the treetop at some point, cawing incessantly at the man. The man was silent for a moment, then finally shrugged, "Alright, alright, stop cawing, I know." He waved his hand helplessly, and the crow obediently flew to perch on his arm. The man took a piece of paper from the crow's leg and glanced at it casually. "Oh, so this is where it is. I knew I'd gone the wrong way." The crow continued to caw loudly.

He chuckled wryly, "Brother Crow, don't be angry, I'll head over right away, okay?" He then casually shrugged at the black-clad youth, his face full of regret, "I have to go, I can't play with you anymore." Then, smiling slightly in a direction in the darkness, he said, "You're here to take the exam, right? Please continue on your way. I hope you'll be stronger next time we meet. Because next time, it won't just be playing around. Hehe."
With that, he leaped to the top of a nearby tree, waved his hand, and smiled condescendingly, "Goodbye! Until we meet again!"

Standing atop the tree, he looked around, seemingly searching for direction. The black-clad youth was about to catch his breath when he suddenly noticed that the back of the man's shirt had been torn when he landed, revealing a strange pattern. Under the moonlight, the image gradually became clear: it was a sinister and terrifying ghost face, its gaping maw revealing sharp fangs, six on top and seven on the bottom.
The black-clad youth froze for a moment, then his face contorted, his deep blue eyes seeming about to burst out.
He roared, "Stop right there!" and leaped upwards like a madman.

As he leaped, he stared intently at the person at the treetop, his left hand beginning to loosen the bandage on his right.
A figure flashed out from the darkness behind him.

The person stood at the treetop, watching the black-clad youth leap up with amusement. The bandage on the youth's right arm had loosened considerably, revealing an unusual red glow. He suddenly felt an overwhelming excitement.

"Who are you?!" the black-clad youth roared, swinging his right arm at the person.

The person simply smiled. Suddenly, the black-clad youth felt the air freeze, an unprecedented and strange sensation filling his senses: time seemed to slow down, and he felt as if he were frozen in mid-air. The smiling face before him slowly floated over, and the person slowly extended a finger, the fingernail gleaming. The finger slowly traced towards his neck, the cool texture almost palpable on his skin.

Suddenly, the black-clad youth plummeted downwards, the person's finger missing its target. "Tsk, what a pity." The person looked down. The black-clad youth's expression was ferocious, held down tightly by the boy beside him, unable to move.
He looked thoughtfully at the two boys and smiled, "Looks like you recognize this symbol. Hehe, great, I believe we'll meet again soon. Remember my name, I'm called Lu Ling." With that, he vanished into the endless night sky.

Jiang Yang was pinned down by Xiao Bai, panting heavily, unable to move. After a long while, Jiang Yang finally gave up struggling and calmed down. "How long are you going to keep me pinned down?" Jiang Yang said coldly.

Only then did Xiao Bai realize that he was pounced on Jiang Yang like a tiger. Strangely, Xiao Bai smelled a faint fragrance, and he found that Jiang Yang's body was not as hard as his own, but incredibly soft. He was immediately embarrassed and let go, panting as he sat down against the tree trunk beside him. Jiang Yang slowly untied the vine whip from his waist and whispered, "Xiao Bai, thank you. If you hadn't tied the vine around my waist when I rushed out, I probably would have died. My existence all these years would have been meaningless. Thank you so much, you prevented my impulsiveness from destroying the meaning of my existence."

Xiao Bai was panting lightly and didn't say anything. He patted his shoulder and started walking back.

Jiang Yang asked softly from behind, "Aren't you going to ask me anything?"

Xiao Bai waved back without turning around. "You'll tell me when you want to, why should I ask? I only know that next time I see that guy, I'll beat him to a pulp! That wretched squinty-eyed, pretentious, tight-fitting pervert!" Xiao Bai continued cursing as he walked.

Jiang Yang stared at Xiao Bai's retreating figure in astonishment, his mood seemingly calming down amidst Xiao Bai's grumbling. He silently rewrapped the bandage around his newly unwrapped right arm, the strange red light instantly dimming. He looked up at Xiao Bai ahead; the other was still cursing, seemingly oblivious.

"Our current cultivation level is far inferior to that person's, but as long as we can enter Lingyan Pavilion, we'll have the opportunity to receive guidance from renowned masters. We might not necessarily lose next time we meet," Jiang Yang comforted him.

"Guidance my ass! I won't learn that useless crap. Everyone in my village taught me since I was little: use whatever method works to knock down and catch your prey. And those so-called martial arts are too fixated on form and techniques; they're useless in a real life-or-death struggle with prey," Xiao Bai said nonchalantly.
Jiang Yang glanced at him, realizing that Xiao Bai seemed completely unaware of the profound martial arts techniques he possessed.

Jiang Yang didn't say anything; he simply clenched his right fist, gripped his right arm with his left, and silently vowed that when Xiao Bai was in danger, he would unhesitatingly use that trump card! He would never let today's situation happen again!

Dozens of miles east of where the fight had just taken place, a bonfire burned brightly.

Three figures sat around the fire, all silent, their faces grim and serious.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the nearby bushes, and the three finally showed some emotion. In the firelight, a girl erupted first: "Lvling! Do you know how long I've waited for you?! God! How could the boss put me on your team?! I can't stand being with someone as directionally challenged and martial arts-obsessed as you! I want to go back to the boss! Why am I so miserable?! God!" She then proceeded to beat her chest and stamp her feet in frustration. The girl's hair was divided into many sections, each end styled into a snake's head. Her eyes were covered by a piece of black cloth tied at the back of her head. She was short, wearing brightly colored clothes and shorts, revealing two chubby little legs, making her quite adorable. At this moment, she was wildly throwing her fists into the air, and the snake heads at the ends of her hair seemed to come alive.

Beside her, a beautiful and dignified woman with silver hair gently grasped her shoulder and comforted her, "Wei She, don't be angry. We need to work together to complete the mission before we can see the boss, right? If you keep acting like this, we don't know when we'll see the boss." The silver-haired woman's voice was melodious and pleasant, as if it could calm any restlessness. Upon hearing the word "boss," the girl named Wei She indeed quieted down, though her cheeks were still pouting, like a squirrel. The silver-haired woman turned to the figure gradually emerging from the grass and said softly, "Lu Ling, you went to fight again? We're already much later than planned."
The figure gradually walked into the campfire, revealing his sharp, cold, and handsome face. He still squinted, a cryptic smile playing on his lips. "Oh dear, everyone, I'm so sorry. I just encountered some very rare fruits and couldn't resist getting closer to examine them. Sorry, sorry. Hehe."

A young man sitting nearby, his hands clasped across his muscular chest, with a resolute face and thick eyebrows, scrutinized Lu Ling and asked, "You're injured? Who could possibly hurt you? Did you eliminate them?"

Lu Ling continued to smile, as if nothing in the world held any sorrow for him. "Just a minor injury, nothing to worry about. Two unripe, immature fruits. Hehe, not time to pick them yet, hehehehe." Lu Ling seemed to be reminded of the battle he had just fought, his voice trembling, his laughter sounding quite eerie.
The other three silently thought to themselves, "That freak..."

The young man coughed, his expression unchanged, and said, "Everyone, now that everyone's here, I think we can begin." He then glanced at Lu Ling.

Lu Ling was sitting cross-legged on the ground, smiling, looking all ears.

"Alright. Ahem, I'm honored to have been chosen by the boss as the captain of our team, although I'm not personally interested. But until we meet the boss, I hope everyone will cooperate fully with my commands. Especially you, Wei She."

Wei She, who was twirling the snake-like ends of her hair, was taken aback and complained, "Why am I the only one being called out! Why not Lu Ling!"

The muscular young man and the silver-haired woman both felt a chill in their hearts, silently thinking, who the hell wants to mess with this crazy freak.

The young man said righteously, "Weishe, your emotions are the most unstable here, and your special ability is so important. If you can't cooperate well with the command, then we won't be able to be a useful help to the boss. Do you understand?"

Upon hearing "boss," Weishe immediately looked smug and nodded, "Yes, yes, I will definitely become the boss's most capable help!"

The middle-aged man then breathed a sigh of relief. The silver-haired woman spoke up, "Brother Jingwei, do you know the specific plan this time?"

The man called Jingwei shook his head. "No. I was handling other missions when I received the boss's notification. The secret order only stated: First, I, Luling, Weishe, and you, Tushan Clan, are to form a temporary squad. Second, I will be the captain, responsible for command and coordination. Third, without attracting the attention of Lingyan Pavilion, we will meet with the other squads at Taigu Academy three months later. At that time, the boss will come out to explain the specific details."

The silver-haired woman pondered, "The last time everyone gathered was fifteen years ago. What is it for this time? Do you have any clue?"

Jingwei's face was resolute. "I don't know. The other squads should know more, after all, we are special forces personnel, not responsible for intelligence. But whatever it is, this time it will definitely be a big deal. More people will die and more blood will be shed than fifteen years ago."

At this point, all four lowered their heads, seemingly recalling something, and fell silent.

If someone were to bend down and look at their faces, they would see four faces contorted in extreme ecstasy, filled with a frenzied joy. All four were thinking the same thing: "Kill them all!"

When Xiaobai and Jiangyang returned to the campfire, the man in black was already fast asleep, exhausted and terrified. His wounds had been carefully bandaged by Anu. Wang Pangzi was also curled up in a ball by the fire, fast asleep, the flickering flames illuminating his round face. Anu, half-asleep, propped her head up with one hand, poking at the fire with a branch in the other. Jin Gang, like a baby, slept peacefully in Anu's arms.
Upon seeing Xiaobai and Jiangyang, Anu immediately perked up, "Young Master Xiaobai! Young Master Jiangyang!" She skipped and hopped to their side. Then, her brow furrowed, and she sadly grabbed Xiaobai's arm, saying, "Why are you both injured? What happened? Let me bandage you up."

Jiang Yang's face was tired and heavy. He sat down heavily, as if his bones had broken, nodded in gratitude, and didn't say anything more. Xiaobai patted Anu's head as she bandaged their wounds and said, "Anu, you did a good job."

Anu felt a warmth in her heart. She looked up, about to say something, but found Xiaobai and Jiang Yang already leaning their heads together, eyes closed, emitting soft snores. She smiled slightly, took out a large garment from the side, and gently covered them.

The next day, after hearing Xiaobai and Jiang Yang's brief account, the man in black knelt on the ground and wept bitterly. A moment later, he struggled to his feet, wiping away tears, and said, "I am deeply grateful to the two of you for risking your lives to rescue me last night. Although things didn't go as planned, and my brothers have already departed, I must still complete our original mission. Please follow me."

The group exchanged glances, feeling guilty, and had no choice but to follow the man in black.

Soon, they were led to the end of the path: beside a cliff. Looking around, they realized that this mountain was situated on a high peak, surrounded by endless forests and grasslands. At the edge of their vision, a towering mountain stood majestically. The man in black was bending over in the grass beside the cliff, fiddling with something. Then, he dragged out a long, small wooden implement and placed it on the edge of the cliff. The group's curiosity was piqued. The man in black explained, "This is the slide to the next level. Its trajectory has been set up, and you will be transported to the designated location in the next level." He then pointed to the cliff ahead, "You can slide down from here later."

Jiang Yang asked, "Do you want to come with me?

" The man in black shook his head sadly, "I still have a mission, and I must report this incident to my superiors immediately."

Fatty Wang was stunned for a long time, then said blankly, "We... use this thing to go down? Are you kidding me? Why don't you just push us down?"

Xiao Bai didn't think twice and sat down first. Then Jiang Yang and Anu obediently sat down as well. Fatty Wang looked frustrated, glanced at the man in black, then at Xiao Bai and the others, sighed, and had no choice but to sit down as well.
The man in black crouched in the nearby bushes, slammed his hand on a device, and said to Fatty Wang, "Sorry, but this time we really have to push you down."

Fatty Wang looked utterly astonished, then his entire face disappeared over the edge of the cliff. The man in black could vaguely hear Fatty Wang's heart-wrenching screams from below: "I—fuck—your—mother!"

The man in black sighed. Turning around, he suddenly saw a figure standing in the shadows of the trees ahead. The person was wearing a blue woven cloth robe with unusually large cuffs. He stood upright, his upper body obscured by the shade of the trees, but a pair of bright eyes could be vaguely seen.

The man in black clasped his hands in a fist salute and bowed respectfully, saying, "This humble servant greets Director Meng!"

The figure in the woods waved elegantly and said calmly, "Was it you who sent out an emergency distress signal last night?"

The man in black answered excitedly, "Indeed!" He then poured out everything he had seen and heard the previous night, finally wiping away tears as he said fiercely, "This person is very wicked, and his target is clearly Lingyan Pavilion. I'm worried that he has ulterior motives. I hope Director Meng can convey this to Dean Shi as soon as possible."

The figure in the woods was silent for a while, then the man in black said sheepishly, "Alas, the emergency signal was sent out last night, but the rescue came far too slowly. It's only now that we see Director Meng in person. Where are the 'Thirteen Masters of Lingyun' who are in charge of security? If the rescue had been timely, my brothers wouldn't have had to come here!" His tone was clearly accusatory.

The figure in the woods clicked his tongue, seemingly quite displeased. He spoke, "Have you told anyone else about these things?"

The man in black was taken aback, not expecting his director to be concerned about such a matter at this time. He replied, "Of course not."

The figure in the woods nodded. "Hmm, well done. You've worked hard." He then stretched out his hand, and a gleaming shadow suddenly flew out from his wide sleeve. The man in black felt a blur before his eyes, a heat on his forehead, and then collapsed. The figure in the woods slowly retracted an incredibly flexible soft sword, which, as if alive, "whooshed" back into his wide sleeve. Only the man in black remained lying on the ground, a bloody hole the size of a finger on his forehead, continuously bleeding.

The figure in the woods clicked his tongue. "Tsk, those idiots, acting so ostentatiously, if they ruin the final plan... Hmph. A bunch of fools. Luckily, I was the first to intercept the distress signal last night, otherwise, if that old geezer found out, it would be troublesome." With that, he slowly retreated deeper into the shadows of the forest.

[The End]

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