[Fantasy] Toothless Zombie (Complete) - 1

Episode 1: Pure Yin Female Body

Synopsis

In this strange world, what will become of this fallen hero?

A former zombie god, he accidentally entered a strange world through a shattered void. He immediately fell in love with this world full of violence, money, and beauty, dreaming of a new life…

Unfortunately, bad luck followed his shattered void. He thought he would enjoy the company of alluring bodies and absorb the pure yin energy of pure yin female bodies, but due to a moment of carelessness, he was ambushed by a rookie beauty and had two fangs knocked out. The loss of a zombie's most important fangs means a sharp drop in energy; the god-like figure has been reduced to a shrimp afraid even of sunlight…

Thus, survival becomes a major problem. To buy blood plasma, the poor god resorts to robbery, theft… even considering prostitution, but with bad luck raging, all attempts end in failure. Will bad luck truly break him?

Characters

: Lanling – The protagonist, formerly a zombie master, now a hapless fellow, mingling in a strange world, prioritizing life above all else, actively pursuing various measures to potentially restore his strength, such as...

Qiuyan – A disciple of Song Yunzi, a former disciple of the Sanqing Sect, possessing a pure Yin body, a rare talent in cultivation, with stunning beauty and ethereal temperament, occasionally a bit mischievous.

Yasi – A half-baked dentist, striving for her ideals, stubborn and serious, but unfortunately somewhat timid, usually just putting on a brave face.

Song Yunzi – A former disciple of the Sanqing Sect, utterly despising ancient sectarianism, hoping that all sects would open their doors and share resources, making the entire cultivation world flourish. Lazy Monk –

A senior figure in the Maitreya Sect of the cultivation world, rigid and deeply entrenched in sectarianism. Bilis –

A descendant of the vampire race, inexplicably awakened by the appearance of magical energy, sexy and beautiful, a true temptation bomb, with a fiery heart and immense ambition.

Chapter One:

Night of Romance in the Dance Hall The night enveloped Qinglong City, the twinkling stars generously adorning the earth with their brilliance.

Lately, it had been raining incessantly, so such clear weather on the weekend was a pleasant surprise for everyone.

Qinglong City's largest dance hall was already packed, the spacious dance floor perfectly embodying the title "Qinglong City's Largest," yet it felt incredibly crowded at this moment…

Handsome men and hot women swayed their hips wildly on the dance floor, fully unleashing their passion, rubbing shoulders and teasing each other, exchanging suggestive glances; at one moment they were strangers, but the next they might be objects of mutual pleasure.

This night of beautiful bodies belonged to them, and also to Lanling!

Lanling sat at the bar, enjoying the spiciness of "Midnight Phantom" as it went down his throat, and the wonderful feeling of a warm current flowing through his body. He loved this wine. It was said that no other place in the entire Tianlong Kingdom possessed it. Without exaggeration, Lanling's love for it was no less than that for the blood of virgins.

He loved this unfamiliar country; more accurately, from the moment Lanling arrived in this world, he loved this world full of violence, money, and beauty. This world suited him better than his previous one; here, he could recklessly enjoy his immortal years.

Recalling the events of a month ago when he was being chased by those cultivators, attempting to use the Blood Corpse Technique to self-destruct and perish together with them, only to unexpectedly break through space-time and arrive in this world, Lanling didn't know whether to thank those cultivators who almost killed him or resent them…

Lanling hid in this unfamiliar world for a full half-month, only daring to emerge from the darkness after confirming that those cultivators didn't possess the power to shatter the void and hunt him down. He quickly integrated into and grew to love this world.

"Sir, would you like another drink?"

the beautiful bartender asked, smiling as she approached Lanling.

"Uh... another one, beautiful lady. Your bartending skills are absolutely the best I've ever seen."

Lanling didn't hold back his praise, partly because the drink was indeed to his liking, and partly because while her looks weren't exactly stunning, he'd settle for her if he couldn't find better prey.

Three thousand years of cultivation had given Lanling an otherworldly air, and coupled with his fairly handsome appearance, he was quite alluring to women. Unfortunately, Lanling couldn't hide his demonic zombie nature; whenever he smiled, the sinister green glint in his eyes would always betray him.

It was because of this that the little cultivator girl discovered him last time, relentlessly pursuing him and ultimately bringing him to this world.

"You flatter me."

The beautiful bartender was clearly used to the customers' flirting with her, smiling without a trace of shyness, instead giving Lanling a flirtatious wink.

Lanling laughed heartily, casually pulled out a large bill, stood up, reached over the bar, and slipped it into the woman's exposed cleavage. As he left, he lingered, giving her full breasts a gentle squeeze.

"Sir, you're so generous..."

the beautiful bartender said sweetly, glancing at Lanling repeatedly with a gleam in her eyes before turning to get him his drink.

There were many wealthy customers, but few as generous as Lanling.

He was never stingy when spending other people's money!

Lanling's wallet still contained many banknotes, including a gold card. He had to thank the first contributor who had given him his blood when he arrived in this world, who had also left him this wallet.

Of course, Lanling should be even more grateful for the memories he had obtained from that prey's head using the Soul Searching Technique; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to speak this world's language so fluently in such a short time.

"Sir, your drink."

The beautiful bartender brought the drink to Lanling, then stood behind the bar, smiling at him. This was a flirtation, a rather subtle one. Usually, when a woman in this kind of place looks at a man with this expression, it means she allows you to pursue her, but you have to offer a price that satisfies her.

In three thousand years of immortality, power and money had long lost their appeal to Lanling. The only things that kept his interest alive were women and fresh blood.

Women could brighten Lanling's monotonous immortal life, while fresh blood was the source of his power…

Lanling looked at her with a smile, his eyes lingering unabashedly on her exposed breasts, and said, “Miss, what time do you get off work?”

“We still have a long way to go, hehe, handsome, do you want to pursue me?”

The address changed from “sir” to “handsome,” their relationship had taken a step further.

“Me? I don’t want to pursue you…”

Lanling said with a wicked grin.

"Oh?"

A hint of disappointment flashed in the pretty bartender's eyes. She forced a smile, about to say something to ease her awkwardness, when Lanling interrupted, "I want to sleep with you, I want to sleep with you..."

"Handsome, you're so direct,"

she said, her face flushing slightly despite her generally promiscuous nature.

"What? Isn't the ultimate goal of seducing you to sleep together?"

Lanling smiled and said, "I'll make you very satisfied, everything will be satisfactory..."

Lanling emphasized the word "satisfaction," his blood boiling as he gazed at her fair neck. A desire welled up within him; he even imagined the exquisite pleasure of her blood entering his mouth.

Then, Lanling pulled a thick wallet from his pocket, took out several large bills, and pushed them in front of her, saying, "These are yours."

"Really all for me?"

The beautiful bartender instantly abandoned her composure before the money, her eyes gleaming with greed.

"Of course, if we get along well, you'll get even more."

Lanling grabbed her hand and gently kneaded it.

She acquiesced to Lanling's actions, looking up at him with lustful eyes, saying, "Handsome, I hope your performance in other areas... will satisfy me just as much..."

"You'll never forget me..."

Lanling said with a wicked smile, lightly licking his lips as he spoke. He was salivating over the blood that was about to enter his mouth, and she could take it as a sexual provocation.

Just as Lanling was teasing the beautiful bartender, a cheer suddenly erupted from the dance floor.

Lanling glanced over instinctively and saw that the handsome men and beautiful women who had been dancing just moments before had all stopped and formed a large circle. In the center of the dance floor, a woman with long, golden hair was swaying wildly. Her

golden hair was draped around her face, and strands of hair, wet with sweat, clung to her face, making it impossible for Lanling to see her features from his angle. However, his gaze remained fixed on the woman, unable to look away.

Her figure was simply too alluring!

For nearly a thousand years, Lanling's aesthetic standards had remained unchanged; he preferred beauties with full breasts and curvaceous hips.

And this woman on the dance floor was definitely his type, and among all the women Lanling had encountered, she was exceptional… A white, semi-transparent tank top and tight hot pants perfectly accentuated her sexy, tall figure.

Her high, full breasts, slender waist, and long, shapely legs, exposed to the elements, showcased her enviable assets with every movement. What was particularly arousing was that she wasn't wearing a bra; as she danced, her two high, provocatively erect breasts attracted the attention of every man.

During the vigorous movements, her semi-transparent tank top was soaked with sweat, making it even more transparent. Under these conditions, the pink areolas and two rosy nipples of her bouncing breasts were faintly visible.

Her tight-fitting hot pants taut over her buttocks, making them appear firm and plump. With each sway of her hips, one could almost see the alluring crevice between her buttocks…

"She will be my prey tonight!"

This thought flashed through Lanling's mind like lightning. The bartender, who had just been flirting and teasing him, was instantly forgotten.

Suddenly!

The music abruptly changed, becoming even more intense and passionate.

The woman's dance moves changed with the music. She tilted her head back, rapidly tossing her long, golden hair—the kind many women would envy.

In that instant, Lanling saw her face clearly…

She was no longer a young woman; Lanling's sharp eyes could see the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, but this didn't diminish her allure. On the contrary, this mature woman's charm was enough to make countless men fall for her.

Her large eyes were captivating, and her rosy lips parted slightly with her movements, exuding endless temptation. It's no exaggeration to say that many men, upon seeing such a beauty, would immediately think of—the bed!

Lanling stared intently at his prey, his gaze sweeping over her body without restraint. Gradually, something within him began to stir, and the green light in his eyes grew increasingly bright and obvious.

In the dim light, no one saw that, in that instant, two blood-red fangs emerged from Lanling's lips...

"Tch, slut!"

The pretty bartender, seeing Lanling staring intently at the woman, couldn't help but feel jealous and spat out a light spit.

Lanling suddenly snapped back to reality, quickly suppressing his physical reaction. He let out a long breath and gently covered his mouth with his hand until his blood-red fangs retracted. Then he turned to the bartender and smiled, "Do you know her?"

"No!"

The bartender rolled her eyes at him, then added resentfully, "She comes here almost every week to flirt and pick up guys! You lecherous men, you all act like hungry cats when you see her. Let me tell you, I heard she's some boss's woman. Don't end up getting yourself into trouble instead!"

Lanling grinned mischievously, "What, are you jealous?"

The bartender retorted, "Jealous of her? Pfft, just an old woman."

Seeing her jealous gaze, Lanling smiled noncommittally. Just then, a customer ordered a drink. She glanced at Lanling and said, "I'll tell the boss I need to leave early…wait for me." (Gift!) "Human First Oil Spray Male Delay Aerosol External Long-Lasting God Oil Adult Sex Toy Anti-Premature Ejaculation Click to

Enter" She turned to attend to other customers.

Lanling turned back, continuing to intently watch the woman exuding charm on the dance floor, every movement brimming with allure…

Unexpectedly, after only exchanging a few words with the bartender, she was no longer dancing alone.

Two shirtless, muscular men had stepped off the dance floor and were dancing around her, their eyes constantly conveying their desire, using their movements to grope her.

The woman seemed to enjoy being surrounded, showing no annoyance, but rather appearing even more excited, her dance becoming even more seductive and explicit.

The two men, receiving tacit approval, became even more unrestrained, moving closer to her during the dance, their arms around her waist, their lower bodies rubbing against her back, as if making love.

The cheers from the onlookers grew even louder. Several men who considered themselves skilled dancers regretted their earlier hesitation and were itching to jump onto the dance floor…

Suddenly, the woman stopped dancing, swaying her hips as she walked through the crowd to the bar. She casually picked up the glass of wine in front of Lanling and gulped it down. Then, she grabbed a large glass of ice water from another customer and poured it over her head. Like a queen, she surveyed the men and declared loudly, “Tonight, I belong to the strongest man here!”

“Hooray…”

Her words were enough to make the entire dance hall erupt in cheers. Everyone shouted wildly, and the atmosphere reached its peak.

She was satisfied with the effect she had created. She tossed the glass aside and turned to jump onto the dance floor.

Just as she turned to leave, Lanling grabbed her waist.

She turned to look at Lanling in surprise and said, "What are you doing?"

Lanling smiled, gestured with his lips towards the empty glass she had just finished drinking from, and said, "That glass of wine is mine."

Her expression quickly softened from surprise, and she said in a coquettish voice, "Handsome, that's a really clumsy way to flirt. It'll make people think you're stingy."

"I am stingy..."

Lanling said, "You drank my wine, so of course you have to compensate me."

Her face darkened, and she said, "Are you serious?"

"Of course I'm serious,"

Lanling said expressionlessly.

She looked at Lanling, a hint of anger flashing in her eyes, and turned to the bartender, calling out, "Bring this gentleman a drink!"

Having said that, she reached out to shake off Lanling's hand and turned to leave.

Lanling, of course, wouldn't let her go. For a woman spoiled by men like this, the opposite approach would be more effective. If he were to fawn over her like other men, she would look down on him.

Lanling enjoyed hunting and the process of capturing his prey. In his long immortal life, he enjoyed toying with emotions even more than with a woman's body.

Lanling grabbed her hand and said shamelessly, "I only want my drink from earlier."

"What do you want!"

she shouted angrily, her previously pleasant mood completely ruined by Lanling.

"I don't want anything, I just want my drink from earlier, um… just my drink from earlier."

"Is your drink any different from others? If you keep acting so unreasonable, I'll lose my temper!"

she said sternly.

"It's different... of course there is. I took a sip of that drink just now, so there's bound to be a little bit of my saliva in it. You drank my saliva, isn't that a disguised kiss?"

Lanling said with a wicked smile.

She immediately understood Lanling's meaning, her expression softened, and she smiled seductively, "I have to say, your method is clumsy, but very interesting. What do you want to do? I've said it before, tonight, I am the strongest man here, are you?"

Lanling laughed, "Whether I'm strong in other areas or not, I don't know, but I'm definitely the strongest here."

His eyes shamelessly glanced at his lower body.

"Is that so? Well, that'll have to wait until you can snatch me away from them..."

The woman's eyes looked at his lower body, and Lanling was sure that in those 0.5 seconds, this woman was guessing the size of his lower body...

Before she could speak, Lanling suddenly stood up, pulled her into his arms, and his large hands went around behind her, wantonly caressing her waist and her firm, plump buttocks.

"What are you doing?"

Lanling's rough actions startled her, and she instinctively cried out in surprise.

"I want my wine back..."

Lanling gazed into her eyes and whispered, then lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Lanling's flirting techniques and kissing skills were absolutely top-notch; they were honed over countless years with countless women.

She quickly became immersed in Lanling's passionate and skillful kiss. She had pushed him away a little earlier, but then wrapped her arms around his shoulders and responded wildly.

The people on the dance floor were somewhat surprised when they first heard the conversation between Lanling and the woman, but when he and the woman embraced, those who had ulterior motives towards the woman became furious!

They shouted and cursed loudly, especially the two burly men who had just jumped onto the dance floor, who walked angrily toward Lanling...

Although Lanling was kissing her, he did not ignore the changes around him. When the two men picked up two wine bottles and walked toward him, he gently pushed the woman away.

She looked at Lanling with lingering affection, licking her lips, her eyes gleaming with desire. Just moments ago, her desire had been ignited by Lanling's hands and mouth…

Chapter Two: The Hunt

Lanling smiled and nodded at her, completely ignoring the two burly men approaching, and said, “I still don’t know your name. Can you tell me?”

“And you?”

She winked playfully, a mischievous expression like that of a young girl appearing on her stunningly beautiful face, making Lanling’s heart flutter.

“My name is Lanling,”

he said, lifting her chin with his hand as he gazed at her, his eyes flashing with golden light.

“Hehe, a nice name. My name is Sophia…”

Sophia said with a smile, then turned to look at the two approaching men and said, “Mr. Lanling, your troubles are here.”

Lanling smiled and said, “Tonight, you will belong to me.”

“I’m looking forward to it, but now I want to see how you handle them.”

Sophia finished speaking and turned to walk to the side.

Lanling cursed inwardly, "Those whore are heartless, actors are ungrateful," and that was damn true. Just moments ago they were flirting with him, and now they were watching the spectacle from the sidelines, showing not a shred of concern, but rather an almost excited look.

"You bastard, are you tired of living?!"

The taller of the two burly men pointed a wine bottle at Lanling's nose and shouted angrily.

Lanling nodded solemnly and said, "Really, I'm really tired of living."

This was absolutely true. Immortality was everyone's dream, but when you actually possessed immortality, you would find that it was also an incredibly painful thing. A monotonous life, no eternal friends in the long years—zombies like Lanling preferred solitude and wouldn't associate with their own kind; and those immortal cultivators were his enemies, wishing they could kill him, so naturally they would never befriend him.

Sigh… Damn it!

Honest people are often the most easily misunderstood, and now it seems that this is indeed true… Lanling's honest words were taken by those people as an arrogant challenge.

It seems those two guys have quite a reputation in this area; Lanling's words made them feel very embarrassed. The shorter one immediately launched into a tirade of curses, smashing a beer bottle hard at Lanling's head.

Half a meter stronger than an average person, he must do regular weight training!

Watching the bottle hurtling towards him, Lanling made a rough estimate of his strength.

Against an opponent of this strength, it's no exaggeration to say that Lanling could kill ten of them with a blink of an eye. However, because he had only been in this world for a short time and didn't know if cultivators existed here, he was afraid that revealing his zombie aura would attract unnecessary trouble, so he had to rely solely on physical strength.

Just as the bottle was about to hit his head, Lanling slightly tilted his head, and the bottle flew past his ear, smashing against the bar behind him with a loud crash of shattering glass.

Just as Lanling turned his head, the short man who had thrown the bottle rushed forward. The bottom of the bottle in his hand was shattered, and the sharp glass blade was aimed directly at Lanling's stomach. Clearly, his intention was to kill Lanling instantly.

Ruthless attacks, aiming to kill from the outset—Lanling disliked this, and in his daily life, he preferred to kill others!

Just as the bottle in their hands was about to pierce Lanling's body, he heard the bartender behind the bar cry out in alarm, while Sophia roared excitedly. "

Damn women!"

Lanling cursed inwardly, a surge of anger rising within him, determined to establish his authority with a single blow.

Whoosh…

His fists, a blur of motion, met the two incoming bottles with a whooshing sound, unfazed by the extremely sharp glass blades, smashing them down fiercely.

Crack…

After two sounds of shattering glass, there was the cracking sound of bones breaking, followed by screams echoing throughout the dance hall.

After smashing the bottle to pieces, Lanling's fist also shattered the opponent's hand bones. If the medical level of this world was similar to that of Lanling's original world, then his hand would be rendered useless from today onwards...

After the scream, there was a deathly silence.

Everyone was stunned by what they saw, their eyes filled with fear as they stared at Lanling's hands, probably wondering if he was injured after creating such a scene.

What a joke! Eight hundred years ago, Lanling had already cultivated to the Bloodfang Copper Armor Corpse stage. Not to mention a wine bottle, even the sharpest weapon couldn't leave a scratch on him.

The remaining tall man was equally terrified. He couldn't believe his companion had been so easily crippled. He knew his companion's strength very well; seeing this, his expression immediately turned serious, completely devoid of his previous frivolous arrogance.

*Poof…*

With a soft sound, a faint blue flame suddenly appeared behind the tall man, seemingly emanating from his body, and even faintly bearing the shape of a tiger. From a distance, he truly looked like a fierce tiger, ready to devour its prey!

"A True Martial Artist!"

someone in the crowd exclaimed. Then, the onlookers instinctively took two steps back, their gazes shifting from reverence to a mixture of awe and pity towards Lanling, a look that made him uneasy.

As the tiger-shaped flames sprouted, Lanling also sensed a powerful force, one he had never encountered in his original world. This realization sent a chill down his spine, and he looked at the tall man with great interest. Having just

arrived in this strange world, his knowledge of it came solely from the memories of the unfortunate first donor. Unfortunately, that donor seemed utterly ignorant, a complete nouveau riche. Lanling had received fresh blood and a bulging wallet from him, but not much knowledge about this world.

Since he currently lacked the ability to return to his original world after breaking through the void, Lanling was deeply interested in this unfamiliar world where he would have to stay for some time. His greatest interest lay in the world's powerful figures; knowing one's enemy is half the battle, and he didn't want to face any danger in this world.

The power unleashed by the tall man was completely unfamiliar to Lanling, but he sensed its strength in an instant. Lanling found it strange; while this power wasn't strong—at most equivalent to the Golden Core stage cultivators of his original world—the cultivation method was clearly completely different.

The tall man's expression grew increasingly solemn, gradually contorting. His once-muscular body emitted cracking sounds, his joints seemingly stretching, instantly becoming even more robust than before. His bare upper body was covered in bulging muscles, radiating an eerie metallic sheen.

The tiger-shaped flames grew brighter, their undulating forms flashing with menacing claws…

Lanling smiled, as if he were merely a spectator enjoying the spectacle, completely unrelated to him. Although he was quite surprised by the generation of this energy, now that he knew its strength, he was already at ease.

Bring it on!

Lanling smiled, extended his hand, raised his thumb, and then slowly reversed the gesture, turning his thumb downwards, displaying an extremely contemptuous attitude.

Faced with Lanling's disdain, the tall man's eyes blazed with rage. He roared, his fists forming a bizarre stance before he fiercely struck at Lanling.

As his fists struck, the tiger-shaped flames on his body surged violently, rushing towards Lanling like a ferocious predator.

"Nice pose, but the strength is too weak..."

Lanling muttered contemptuously, casually waving his hand. A vivid barrier of crimson zombie aura formed in front of him, and with a single movement, the crimson surged towards the tall man

like a tidal wave. At the same time, everyone smelled a foul, corpse-like stench, their chests feeling as if a heavy stone had been pressed down, making it hard to breathe.

In truth, Lanling hadn't used much energy; this imposing aura was definitely something he deliberately created to show off.

The tall man's energy level was at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm of a cultivator, while Lanling was currently at the Bloodfang Copper Armor Corpse stage of a zombie. His energy, compared to a cultivator, was approaching the late-stage Nascent Soul realm. Although the Golden Core and Nascent Soul stages are two separate phases, they represent a qualitative difference. Even a hundred late-stage Golden Core experts might not be a match for a Nascent Soul cultivator, let alone this tall man who was only at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, far from the late stage…

When the tiger-shaped energy encountered the crimson zombie energy, it twisted violently, gradually being swallowed up and disappearing.

The tall man stared at Lanling in terror. Although the crimson mist hadn't yet reached him, he felt as if he were being tightly gripped by a giant hand, unable to move. Even the meridians that circulated energy within his body seemed to have been severed, leaving him utterly powerless to resist.

Amidst the gasps of onlookers, the tall man was tightly enveloped in crimson zombie aura. Then, the cocoon-like crimson object twisted violently, emitting screams from within.

Lanling took a deep breath, and suddenly a crimson mist appeared from the crimson "cocoon," connecting to his nose…

Red flames rose from Lanling's body, slowly taking shape, eventually forming the same ferocious tiger image that the tall man had emitted… only it looked far more powerful than the tall man's.

"Ah! A true martial artist too, no wonder he's so arrogant!"

someone in the crowd exclaimed.

A satisfied smile appeared on Lanling's lips. Those onlookers would never know that Lanling's performance was entirely due to his ability, in that short time, to simulate the tall man's energy emission using the unique skills of a zombie. Lacking any understanding of the essence, Lanling's simulation was merely a formality; the substance still relied on zombie aura.

Having arrived in this unfamiliar world, in order to better survive, he greedily absorbed everything unfamiliar he could come into contact with, like a sponge...

A moment later, the crimson mist broke, and the twisting of the crimson "cocoon" gradually weakened. Lanling snorted coldly, waved his hand, and the crimson outer layer of the "cocoon" suddenly disappeared. The tall man collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud, his eyes rolling back, his body twitching slightly, seemingly seriously injured.

The onlookers who witnessed all this now looked at Lanling with the same fervor they would show a ferocious beast. Even a True Martial Artist had met such an end; for them, ordinary people who could only bluff, going up against him would only mean certain death.

Lanling's icy gaze swept across the surroundings, and the onlookers avoided his eyes. For a moment, in this ballroom, Lanling rediscovered a long-lost feeling of dominance...

"Wow...you're amazing!"

Sophia excitedly pounced on Lanling, tilting her head back to give him a passionate kiss.

Then, she turned and shouted, "Anyone else want to fight? Otherwise, I'm leaving with him." Damn it

, this woman probably wasn't satisfied with what she just saw and wanted to stir things up again, to let her watch the spectacle.

"My God! A battle between True Martial Artists..."

A voice rang out from the crowd.

Then, everyone slowly retreated.

True Martial Artists?

Lanling's keen hearing caught this term, which was very new to him. When that tall guy displayed his strength, someone seemed to have exclaimed like that, but Lanling hadn't paid attention then. Now, hearing it again, he couldn't help but ponder it.

What are True Martial Artists?

They must be the strongest in this world, otherwise these onlookers wouldn't be reacting like this...

Lanling was filled with doubt, secretly searching his memories from his first prey. He vaguely recalled the term "True Martial Artist," but had no detailed recollection.

Just as Lanling was about to search more carefully, two soft mounds pressed against his arm. Sophia hugged his arm, looked up at him, and said with hazy eyes, "I like strong men. Take me away, I want to enjoy your power..."

Lanling smiled slightly and said, "Darling, I will."

Sophia hugged Lanling's arm, glancing around the room with a smug look.

Suddenly!

Her face changed, turning deathly pale. The smugness in her eyes vanished instantly, replaced by fear and panic.

She abruptly turned around, pressed against Lanling's chest, and said in a trembling voice, "Take me away quickly, through the back door!"

Sophia's sudden change left Lanling completely bewildered. He turned his head and saw two burly men in black suits escorting a lean man as they entered.

The man's face was sinister and his expression grim. A chilling glint shone in his narrow eyes as he scanned the surroundings.

"Take me away, quickly! Please, if you take me away, I'll do whatever you want to me tonight!"

Sophia secretly glanced at the man, and seeing him already on the dance floor, she panicked even more. Lanling could clearly feel Sophia's body trembling uncontrollably.

Hesitating for a moment, Lanling, eager to drink the blood, didn't want to delay any longer, so he whispered, "Do you know the back door?"

"Yes, let's go!"

Sophia said, still pressed tightly against Lanling, pulling him forcefully towards a passageway beside the bar without daring to look back.

The beautiful bartender watched as Lanling and Sophia left, completely ignoring her. Her pride was ruthlessly trampled. As Lanling and Sophia's figures gradually disappeared into the shadows of the corridor, a venomous glint appeared in her eyes…

The back door of the dance hall led to a narrow alley. Sophia visibly relaxed as she stepped out, letting out a long sigh.

“What happened?”

Lanling asked, surprised.

“Shh…”

Sophia's face still showed some tension. She whispered, “Don't make a sound, let's hide.”

She glanced around, quickly pulled Lanling to a corner piled with junk, and forced him to squat down without explanation.

Just as they squatted, the back door of the dance hall was kicked open violently. Two burly men rushed out, looking around in the alley.

Then, the gaunt man with a sinister face followed…

“Boss, Madam is missing,”

one of the burly men whispered.

"Huh? How could it be so fast? They must be hiding around here, find them!"

The lean man looked at both ends of the narrow alley and said in a cold tone, his eyes already fixed on the pile of junk.

"It's over, he found us, we're dead this time!"

Sophia said, trembling.

Lanling couldn't help but shake his head. The saying "big boobs, no brains" was really true.

Damn!

The only place to hide in such a straight alley was this pile of junk. Even a fool would suspect this place.

Lanling turned to look at Sophia, who was now pale with fright, and patted her shoulder, whispering, "Don't be afraid, they won't find us..."

He didn't want his prey to be too frightened, as that would directly affect the taste of his blood.

"I want to get out, I want to get out... You seduced me, you..."

Sophia murmured, and as she spoke, she tried to stand up.

A green light flashed in Lanling's eyes, and a faint blood-red mist shot out from his eyes, enveloping Sophia.

Sophia's body jolted violently, her body going limp as she tried to stand. Lanling's lips curled into a cold smile as he pulled Sophia into his arms.

Then, his lips moved slightly, and the space around him seemed to distort slightly…

At this moment, the two burly men had reached the corner where Lanling was hiding. Strangely, even though they were inches from Lanling, they turned to the lean man and said, "Boss, there's no one here."

"Strange, how did they leave so quickly? You filthy bitch, if I catch you, I'll tear you to pieces!"

the lean man cursed under his breath, his eyes scanning both ends of the alley. He couldn't understand how the adulterous couple could have left so quickly. The people in the dance hall had clearly told him that the two adulterers had just left when he went in.

That's no more than two minutes, but how could he not see even a trace of them in such a long alley?

Could there be another hiding place not far ahead?

"Split up! You come this way with me, you go that way... After we catch that adulterous couple, cripple the man, and take that bitch back!"

The two burly men responded, and following the lean man's orders, one quickly walked to the other end of the alley, while the other followed behind him in the opposite direction.

A moment later, their footsteps faded into the distance...

Lanling turned to look at Sophia, whose face was completely blank, and couldn't help but laugh and cry. In his long life, he had experienced almost everything, but being a cheating husband, and being chased around by the other man, was a first for him.

Lanling touched Sophia's forehead with his index finger. A blush appeared on Sophia's face, her eyes brightened, and after a moment, she regained her senses.

"Ah! Forgive me, I didn't mean to, he seduced me, forgive me, it's all his fault..."

Sophia cried out loudly as soon as she woke up, shaking her head violently with both hands.

Lanling remained expressionless, only coughing softly twice.

Sophia snapped out of her daze, opened her eyes, and looked around nervously and fearfully. When she saw that only Lanling was beside her, and that they were both unharmed, she exclaimed in surprise, "Huh? Where did they

go?" "They're gone,"

Lanling said calmly.

"Didn't they notice us?"

Sophia remembered clearly seeing the burly man walking towards them.

"Luckily we hid well; we almost got discovered,"

Lanling said, feigning lingering fear.

With the danger over, Sophia's expression returned to normal, as if she had become a different person; her earlier terror had vanished.

"That scared me to death!"

Sophia said, gently patting her chest, her full, high breasts jiggling alluringly.

Then, Sophia smiled seductively at Lanling, "Handsome, you should thank me today. If I hadn't led you to such a good hiding place, you would have died a horrible death."

Holy crap !

This woman was a classic

case of getting the better of someone and then acting innocent; she seemed to have forgotten her ugly behavior when she was just yelling and trying to shift all the blame onto Lanling. However, the more she acted like this, the more Lanling liked it… The blood of such wicked people was absolutely the most desirable food for zombies; the yin energy formed by the evil aura within them was extremely heavy, exactly what zombies needed.

A green glint flashed in Lanling's eyes as he greedily gazed at Sophia's fair neck, his fingers trembling slightly beneath him.

Sophia, oblivious to his presence, smiled seductively and moved closer to Lanling, grabbing his arm and rubbing her large breasts against him. "Handsome, isn't seducing someone else's wife exciting? Oh dear, why is your body so cold?"

"Hehe, you must have been scared earlier, right?"

Sophia laughed wantonly. "Won't that affect your performance later…"

As she spoke, her hands slid down Lanling's body, gently caressing his genitals, and she exclaimed in surprise, "So big…"

"Don't worry, it definitely won't affect it…"

A cold smile played on Lanling's lips.

With that, he forcefully slammed Sophia against the wall, lowered his head, and greedily sucked on her neck, his large hands roaming over her buttocks and back…

"No, we can't do this here!"

Sophia gasped, pushing Lanling away forcefully.

"I can't wait any longer..."

Lanling said breathlessly, his large hand grabbing Sophia's firm, plump buttocks and kneading them forcefully.

"You rascal...no...not here, they...they'll come back...no...if we don't get caught, I...I can still deny it to the death, but if we get caught...we...we're doomed..."

Sophia gasped heavily.

Under Lanling's skillful teasing, her body had already betrayed her reason. Her current refusal was merely the last vestige of her rationality resisting, while her body gradually succumbed to Lanling's masterful flirting, occasionally letting out soft moans.

"Enjoy it to the fullest. Don't worry, you definitely won't die at that guy's hands,"

Lanling whispered in Sophia's ear. He then gently sucked on her earlobe, breathing warm air into her ear, causing Sophia's body to go numb. It felt as if all her bones had been detached, and she slumped into Lanling's arms, her eyes glazed, her lips parted in soft moans, a picture of utter submission.

Lanling's hand slowly moved upwards, lifting Sophia's fitted vest. When the vest passed her breasts, her large breasts bounced out like rabbits, trembling violently.

Lanling reached out and grasped one of Sophia's breasts, gently kneading it with his palm, his fingers sliding across the areola and occasionally flicking at the rosy nipple…

Sophia's breathing became more rapid; in the abyss of desire, all fear had been forgotten. She moaned, "Quick… take me… quick…"

"Don't rush, you'll be even happier,"

Lanling whispered, his voice filled with boundless seduction. His other hand, as he spoke, unbuttoned Sophia's hot pants, slipping inside and invading her most intimate area.

Stimulated by this, Sophia became somewhat frantic. Her hands frantically grabbed at Lanling's waist, unzipping his pants, then firmly grasped his genitals, stroking them incessantly. Before long, a large tent had formed in Lanling's lower body.

What a stunning woman, with an incredibly strong sex drive! A woman's strong sex drive stems from an excess of yin energy, desperately needing a man's yang energy to balance it. Indeed… a slut with a wicked heart is the perfect prey for nourishment!

"Give it to me…"

Sophia said urgently, pressing her body forcefully against Lanling.

"As you wish, my prey…"

Lanling said, then ripped open Sophia's hot pants with a rip, tossed them aside, and lifted one of her legs.

Sophia realized Lanling's next move and quickly pulled down his pants, forcefully pulling his lower body towards her thighs…

Lanling used her force to push her against the wall, his engorged lower body rubbing against her already wet and secret area. Feeling the flowing fluid, he thrust his body forward.

"Oh…"

Sophia let out a satisfied moan. This unprecedented feeling of fullness stimulated every cell in her body. After a moment of adjustment, she hugged Lanling tightly, her lower body thrusting rapidly, meeting Lanling's thrusts.

Under Lanling's vigorous assault, Sophia moaned unrestrainedly. For a moment, the alleyway was filled with moans, gasps, and the sounds of flesh colliding.

Lanling wasn't worried about being discovered; the invisibility barrier he'd erected to avoid the burly man hadn't dissipated yet. He could enjoy his prey without worry, and when Sophia's blood boiled completely in climax, he would replenish his strength without hesitation.

"Oh...darling, you...you're so amazing..."

Sophia's long golden hair was sticky with sweat on her cheeks. She tilted her head back, biting her lower lip, her face full of satisfaction.

A moment later, in a fierce thrust from Lanling, Sophia's body tensed suddenly, letting out a long, drawn-out moan—the peak of their lovemaking had finally arrived.

Lanling, watching Sophia's expression, continued his thrusts without pause, his fingers trembling slightly as he held her tightly, each fingertip sprouting a long, sharp, razor-like nail.

As he thrust, the green light in Lanling's eyes intensified, and two blood-red fangs slowly grew longer, appearing outside his lower lip...

"Ah!"

In her dazed state, Sophia vaguely saw Lanling's transformation and let out a scream.

The scream abruptly stopped as the two blood-red fangs pierced her carotid artery. Countless blood vessels appeared on her fair body, and one could almost see the blood rushing rapidly towards her neck.

A moment later, the blood vessels disappeared, and Sophia's fair and plump body became somewhat withered, revealing a deathly gray color...

Lanling wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with satisfaction. His blood-red fangs slowly retracted, and the green light in his eyes gradually dimmed. Looking at Sophia's corpse, Lanling said in a low voice, "You could have lived. Unfortunately, I like your wickedness, but I despise your betrayal. I cannot pity a woman who likes betrayal..."

After hesitating for a moment, Lanling squatted beside Sophia's corpse, staring at Sophia's wide-open eyes. The vanished green light reappeared, shooting out two golden beams that seemed to be solid, which pierced into Sophia's eyes.

Lanling used the Soul Searching Technique to obtain Sophia's memories. He had only been in this world for a short time; he needed more people's memories to fully understand this world...

Chapter Three: Attracting Attention

After a while, Lanling sighed softly, looking at Sophia's corpse with pity.

In this woman's memory, there was almost no valuable information; most of it consisted of jealousy, seduction, and, most profoundly, how she successfully murdered two husbands and acquired a huge fortune.

The lean man who had just chased her was her third husband, the leader of the "Wolf Gang," the largest gang in Qinglong City. To be honest, Sophia's association with that man was essentially a result of his coveting her beauty and her ill-gotten wealth. Fearing the Wolf Gang

leader's ruthlessness, Sophia had been quite well-behaved for a while. However, recently, with the Wolf Gang leader's prolonged absence from Qinglong City, Sophia reverted to her old ways, her desires ignited again, and she began toying with men. She just hadn't expected the Wolf Gang leader to suddenly return and come looking for her.

In truth, for her money, the Wolf Gang leader wouldn't kill her; he would, as before, kill the men she had seduced. As for her, a beating was inevitable; after all, no man feels good about being cuckolded…

Just then, Lanling suddenly heard faint footsteps.

His eyes changed, and a cloud of blood-red mist appeared around him. A moment later, the mist dissipated, and Lanling had disappeared into the alley…

Not long after he disappeared, the back door of the dance hall was gently pushed open. The beautiful bartender had already changed out of her work clothes and into her own attire, and walked out of the back door, still muttering curses under her breath: “Damn stinking man, pervert! Stand me up! You bitch, next time you come to the dance hall, I’ll put laxatives in your drink and make you vomit to death! Let’s see how you seduce men then…” She

didn’t leave a sound as she continued her curses . The goddess tripped over a heavy object, lost her balance, and fell heavily to the ground. As she struggled to her feet, instinctively glancing at the object that had tripped her, a piercing scream shattered the night's tranquility…

The next day at noon, during Qinglong City's news broadcast… a news story caught the attention of almost everyone: Sophia, who frequently appeared in tabloids, had been murdered. Moreover, the broadcaster's report was vague about the cause of death, only stating that the police were searching for clues and striving to solve the case as quickly as possible.

Bored people always like to kill time by discussing other people's affairs, and this news greatly satisfied their needs. Thus, as the news aired, many people watched the composite image of the criminal on television, making it a topic of conversation.

At that same time, the perpetrator of the case, Lanling, was sitting on a comfortable sofa in a luxurious villa, sipping a glass of red wine, watching the images on television with great interest.

This villa was found based on Sophia's memories; it was her secret hideout for having sex with men, a place even her gangster husband was unaware of.

The police might find it soon, but for the next few days, it was a perfect hiding place.

"Damn it, this world is just as boring as the original one. They're practically parallel universes, so boring..."

Lanling watched TV for a while, then lay back on the sofa, looking at the bright sunlight outside the window, muttering helplessly.

Last night, combining Sophia's and the first contributor's memories, Lanling had gained a slight understanding of this strange world. The layout of this world seemed very similar to the original one, except that the place they lived in was called Earth, while this world was called the Wind and Cloud Continent. The distribution of countries was also similar; besides a few major powers, there were only small countries subordinate to these powers, just with different names than those on Earth.

"The red wine here tastes like horse piss, not even as good as it did in my original world!"

Lanling took a sip of red wine, frowned, and stared blankly out the window.

It was truly frustrating. He thought he wouldn't be hunted down by those self-proclaimed righteous cultivators in this world anymore, but this morning, when Lanling opened the window, he unexpectedly sensed fluctuations in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Based on his past experience, the fluctuations in spiritual energy at sunrise, when yang energy was at its strongest, meant that cultivators were gathering spiritual energy for their cultivation.

"I hope the cultivators in this world aren't as abnormally strong as those in my original world..."

Lanling suddenly stood up, downed his wine in one gulp, and then paced back and forth, trying to think of a way to leave this city.

The intense fluctuations in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the morning suggested the presence of cultivators within the city. What troubled him most was the presence of an unfamiliar power alongside these fluctuations; this energy was similar to that of the tall man he had encountered the previous night, but far stronger.

Meanwhile, in a Taoist temple on the outskirts of Qinglong City, an elderly monk and a Taoist priest sat cross-legged on a prayer mat, conversing…

The Taoist priest was thin, with bright eyes and a long white beard hanging down his chest, exuding an otherworldly air. The other monk was short and stout, his features hunched over, his eyelids drooping, always giving the impression of being half-asleep. However, when he occasionally opened his eyes, they shone brightly, and his lazy demeanor vanished in an instant.

“Old Taoist, your Three Pure Ones Technique is nearing the Transformation stage. Have you already entered the Lesser Vehicle stage?”

the old monk asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Ha, old monk, you already have a Maitreya image, so I suppose the true form of Maitreya is almost complete? Buddhist and Taoist practices differ, but your attainment is no less than mine in the Hinayana path,"

the old Taoist said with a smile.

The old monk replied, "Speaking of which, I must thank you. Recently, we discussed cultivation methods, and when you spoke of the profound mysteries of the Three Pure Ones' Formula, I suddenly understood. To be honest, my progress in cultivation over the past ten years hasn't been as good as it has been these past few days." "Me too," the old Taoist said.

"Discussing with you has been incredibly beneficial. It seems that cultivation methods do indeed lead to the same goal, and their mysteries share common ground." The old monk nodded in agreement. Seeing his nod, the old Taoist's eyes lit up, and he said, "Old monk, since you understand this principle, will you agree to what I told you last time?" The old monk's face froze, revealing a troubled expression. He looked helplessly at the old Taoist, then sighed and remained silent. "Still no?" the old Taoist asked in a deep voice. "Alas..." the old monk sighed and said, "Song Yunzi, you should know the rules of my Maitreya Sect." Hearing this, Song Yunzi's face flushed slightly, and he exclaimed excitedly, "Rules! Rules! All the cultivation sects in the world are harmed by these rules! If everyone stopped being so protective of their own principles, how could we not glimpse the Dao? Lazy Monk, I think you should just leave the sect like me!" The Lazy Monk said, "Don't get so excited. Our cultivation sects have a long history, and the rules and traditions of our ancestors are too strict. It's inevitable that we can't be as open-minded as those True Martial Artists." "Yes." Song Yunzi became even more agitated, spitting lightly, "You know about ancient history? We cultivators have existed in this world for tens of thousands of years, countless ancestors have accumulated experience, which is why there are so many cultivation classics. But True Martial Artists have only existed for two thousand years, and they only cultivate through martial arts, regardless of innate or acquired abilities. How can they compare to the superior conditions of us cultivators? Yet in the last five hundred years, three True Martial Artists have emerged who could withstand the Heavenly Tribulation and ascend to the Immortal Realm, while what about us cultivators? In the face of the Heavenly Tribulation, our magical treasures are destroyed, and our souls are scattered. Don't even mention five hundred years, in just these two thousand years, there have been few who have withstood the Heavenly Tribulation." "Did they ascend to the Immortal Realm through tribulation?" Song Yunzi paused, then continued, "Why is that? The True Martial Artists have no rigid sectarian biases; they share all cultivation manuals and experiences. In recent decades, they've even started establishing specialized True Martial Artist academies to recruit talented individuals! And look at us… I feel ashamed. We're still living off our ancestors' legacy, thinking we're a level above the True Martial Artists. I reckon it won't be long before we're firmly suppressed by them…" The Lazy Monk listened expressionlessly to Song Yunzi's complaints, until Song Yunzi's throat was dry. In his agitation, he sighed and said, "There's nothing we can do about it. I told you, we can't compare to them. They can be so unrestrained, but we can't." The lazy monk's slow, deliberate words infuriated Song Yunzi, who abruptly stood up from his meditation cushion and shouted angrily, "Lazy monk, your slow pace is really driving me crazy! Do you think what I'm saying makes no sense at all? Don't you want to join forces with me to train a promising talent? I've already told you, my disciple Qiuyan possesses a pure Yin body, a rare find in a thousand years. Her innate Qi is incredibly pure, allowing her to achieve twice the results with half the effort in cultivation. Are you really willing to miss out on such a promising talent?"

The lazy monk's facial twitched twice, seemingly moved by Song Yunzi's words. He looked up at Song Yunzi and said softly, "Let me think about it some more, think about it some more..."

Song Yunzi had known the lazy monk for many years and naturally knew his old friend's indecisive nature. Knowing that this matter couldn't be rushed, he sighed helplessly.

At this moment, a clear and melodious voice, like a silver bell, came from outside the door: "Master, Master... I'm here..."

Song Yunzi's eyes lit up, his gaze becoming incredibly gentle and loving. He went straight to the door and called out to the young girl skipping towards him, "Slow down, slow down, be careful not to bump into her..."

When the young girl approached, her appearance was striking: at fifteen or sixteen years old, she was a pretty and charming girl with a pair of bright, expressive eyes that seemed to speak volumes. Moving about, a mischievous glint occasionally flashed in her eyes. Her delicate nose, rosy lips, and fair, jade-like skin were enough to make one's heart flutter...

Her tall figure already showed signs of development; her two small, round breasts stretched her white, tight-fitting t-shirt, her slender waist, and pert buttocks were accentuated by her tight jeans, highlighting her shapely long legs. Both her face and figure were the epitome of beauty. At such a young age, she was already so stunning; in the future, she would be enough to captivate all beings.

"Master, I missed you so much!"

The girl stepped forward, hugged Song Yunzi's arm tightly, and shook it, saying sweetly.

A warm look appeared in Song Yunzi's eyes, but he scolded, "Qiuyan, you're a grown woman now, what are you doing! Aren't you afraid your lazy uncle will laugh at you!"

"Wow, Lazy Uncle is here too!"

Qiuyan's eyes lit up when she saw the lazy monk, and she ran over excitedly.

Such a cute girl is absolutely lovable, but when the lazy monk saw Qiu Yan, his eyes, which he had been too lazy to open, opened a crack. Before Qiu Yan could even reach him, he hurriedly stood up and said, "Song Yunzi, I have to go back now. Uh... I think there are some things at the Maitreya Sect that I need to take care of..."

"Lazy Uncle, why are you leaving as soon as I arrive! No! No!"

Qiu Yan pouted and spread her arms to block the lazy monk's way out.

"Lazy Uncle, you're hurting my self-esteem and seriously hindering my growth. You're destroying the flowers of the Tianlong Kingdom..."

Qiu Yan said incessantly, listing the harm the lazy monk had done to her, becoming more and more heartbroken and exacerbating the situation with each word.

The lazy monk looked utterly helpless, his face practically contorted in a grimace as he said, "Qiu Yan, I didn't bring any magic treasures with me today..."

"Tch, what do you take me for? Lazy Uncle, do you think I did this just to covet your magic treasures? I don't do those kinds of extortion..."

Qiu Yan said sternly, her pretty face radiating righteousness.

The lazy monk was utterly exasperated. Looking at Qiu Yan before him, he thought to himself, "Haven't you coveted enough already? Now you don't even dare bring any magic treasures with you, and you have to come here when this troublesome girl isn't around...

" "Then I admit I was wrong, okay?"

the lazy monk said with a bitter expression.

"Lazy Uncle, I'm a junior, you're an elder, how could I dare to blame you... But, Lazy Uncle, you really didn't bring any magic treasures? Tch, I don't believe it!"

A sly glint flashed in Qiu Yan's eyes.

"Really? The Maitreya Sect isn't good at cultivating magic weapons. I only have a few, and you've taken almost all of them... How could I dare to carry the remaining two on my person?"

the lazy monk hurriedly said.

"Dare not? Uncle Lazy, saying that really hurts Qiu Yan's feelings..."

Qiu Yan's eyes reddened, and her big eyes glistened with tears, which immediately flustered the lazy monk. He said, "I didn't mean that... I mean... I mean... Sigh... I should have brought one with me!"

As he spoke, his eyes kept looking at Song Yunzi, full of pleading. Song Yunzi

wanted to laugh and stepped in to help, but then he thought that the lazy monk had already angered him enough, so he might as well let him be tormented by Qiu Yan.

"Ahem... Qiu Yan, how can you be so rude to your Uncle Lazy? He said he didn't bring any magic weapons, so he didn't. If you really don't believe me, just look at his Qiankun bag..."

Song Yunzi said, suppressing a laugh.

"That's right, Lazy Uncle, to prove you didn't lie to your junior, I need to see your Qiankun bag..."

Qiu Yan said with a mischievous smile.

The Lazy Monk felt an urge to faint. Damn Song Yunzi, this isn't helping him out! It's clearly a warning to Qiu Yan. He knew this, but he was helpless. To be honest, he also loved Qiu Yan dearly. If it weren't for the rules of the Maitreya Sect, he would have already taught her the cultivation method of the Maitreya Technique.

"Hehe... Lazy Uncle, aren't you feeling a little guilty?"

Qiu Yan teased.

"Why would your Lazy Uncle feel guilty? Qiu Yan, you should be more polite when you speak."

Song Yunzi said from the side.

"Sigh... I'm really afraid of you two, master and disciple. Oh well..."

The Lazy Monk sighed, making a hand seal. A milky white light flashed in his palm, and a small pouch the size of a fingernail appeared. The pouch wriggled slightly and grew larger and larger.

The lazy monk tossed the bag into the air, where it immediately hovered above his head. He said, "Fine, I'll take out my Qiankun Bag now, okay?"

"Open it! How am I supposed to know if there's anything in it? Everyone knows Uncle Lazy's Qiankun Bag contains a whole universe. It can hold a hundred rivers..."

Qiu Yan grinned mischievously, showering the lazy monk with accusations.

"Uh... Qiu Yan, didn't I teach you? Your Uncle Lazy's Qiankun Bag is a mustard seed space. Opening it requires a spell. Even if he opens it, without the spell, you won't know if there's anything inside..."

Song Yunzi quickly reminded him.

"Song Yunzi, you old rascal, you'll corrupt Qiu Yan sooner or later!"

The lazy monk's face flushed with anger. Then, he silently recited the incantation for taking something out of the Qiankun Bag. He knew perfectly well that there was nothing in the bag, and he wasn't afraid to let Qiu Yan see.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the incantation was recited, a dark green object suddenly fell out of the Qiankun bag…

“Wow, Lazy Uncle lied! He said he didn’t bring any magic items, what is this?”

Qiu Yan exclaimed loudly, then ran over excitedly and picked up the object.

“What is this thing? Why does it look like an ashtray? Lazy Uncle, are you starting to smoke?”

Qiu Yan examined the dark green jade object in her hand and said in surprise.

"Silly child, that's a bowl..."

Song Yunzi said, then glanced at Lazy Monk and said, "Monk, you're being too dishonest..."

Lazy Monk was also dumbfounded. He clearly remembered that he had left all his magic treasures at Maitreya Sect when he came, but he didn't expect that there would be such a jade bowl in this Qiankun bag... This is bad, the crime of deceiving the junior has been pinned on his head. Lazy Monk was not good at speaking to begin with, and now he was even more speechless. After giving Song Yunzi a fierce glare, he began to think about how the jade bowl appeared in the Qiankun bag.

After racking his brains for a long time, the lazy monk finally remembered the origin of the jade bowl. A year ago, he had specifically gone to the Weapon Forging Sect to ask an old friend for it as a prize for the Maitreya Sect's disciple assessment competition. However, during the competition, the Maitreya Sect's leader decided to personally forge a magic weapon for the winner, rendering the jade bowl useless. It had been sitting idle in his storage bag, and even the lazy monk himself had completely forgotten about it.

Song Yunzi, curious, approached Qiu Yan to examine the jade bowl. After a moment, he asked, "Monk, where did you get this magic weapon from the Weapon Forging Sect?"

The lazy monk helplessly recounted the whole story, repeatedly emphasizing that he had truly forgotten.

With this magic weapon, Qiu Yan wouldn't care whether he genuinely forgot or pretended. Hmph, anyway, whenever she saw something, she'd first think about how to possess it…

"A prize… Lazy Uncle, since it's useless now, consider it a reward. Look how well-behaved I've been lately!"

Qiu Yan walked to the Lazy Monk's side, hugging his arm and acting coquettishly.

"Sigh… With a troublesome little thing like you, how could I say no?"

the Lazy Monk said with a bitter face.

"Hehe, I knew Lazy Uncle was the most generous and doted on Qiu Yan the most…"

Qiu Yan laughed.

The Lazy Monk wished he could leave immediately. Who knew what other tricks these master and disciple might be up to torment him? He patted Qiu Yan's shoulder and said, "Qiu Yan, magic weapons are good, but you also need the spiritual power to control them. You mustn't neglect your cultivation!"

"Don't worry, Lazy Uncle, Qiu Yan won't let you down,"

Qiu Yan said firmly.

"Then I'll be going…"

the Lazy Monk started to leave.

"Wait a minute."

Song Yunzi suddenly called out to him.

The lazy monk turned back to look at Song Yunzi with surprise and said, "Old Daoist, I will consider what you said carefully. I will give you an answer next time I come."

Song Yunzi smiled and said, "It's not about that."

"Then what is it?"

the lazy monk asked in confusion.

"The material of this magic weapon is very good, but its attributes are biased towards defense. You should go all the way and set up the Maitreya Sect's attack formation on it. Qiu Yan really needs an offensive magic weapon." "

Doesn't your Sanqing Sect also have attack formations?"

the lazy monk asked in surprise.

"The Sanqing Sect's attacks are okay against enemies, but they are not powerful enough when used as magic weapons. Qiu Yan's spiritual power is still shallow, and she cannot unleash the full power of the Sanqing Sect's magic weapon. Your Maitreya Sect's Demon-Subduing Formation is more suitable for her..."

Song Yunzi said with a smile.

"A demon-subduing formation?"

The lazy monk rolled his eyes and said, "You old rascal, you've completely outmaneuvered me! I really made a bad choice in choosing friends!"

Despite his words, the lazy monk felt that Song Yunzi's words made a lot of sense. He hesitated for a moment, then took the jade bowl from Qiu Yan's hand. His fingers moved in and out of the bowl, constantly changing, and as his lips moved, golden mantras appeared in his mouth. They flew into the air, swirling and coiling, before all the golden mantras connected together, forming a dragon shape.

The long dragon of mantras coiled and rotated around the jade bowl. After a moment, the dragon opened its mouth and spewed a cloud of golden mist onto the jade bowl. The dark green jade bowl instantly shone with golden light, as if it had been scorched by fire, appearing much softer and more transparent than before.

"Collect!"

the lazy monk whispered, his hand trembling. The jade bowl instantly radiated golden light, forming a vortex that drew the long dragon of mantras into its mouth. After a few breaths, the golden light subsided, and the dragon of mantras flashed briefly inside the bowl before disappearing...

"Wow, that's amazing!"

Qiu Yan exclaimed, her eyes wide.

"Alright, I'll do a good deed to the end. Since I've used the Subduing Magic Array, I might as well teach you the Maitreya Subduing Magic Mantra as well. It's just that you're using the Three Pure Ones' spiritual power to activate the array, so its power is naturally somewhat insufficient, but it's enough."

The lazy monk finished speaking, taking out a jade slip about the length and width of a finger from his robes and handing it to Qiu Yan.

Qiu Yan not only gained a magical treasure but also learned an extra spell, naturally overjoyed and eager to hug the lazy monk and kiss his plump face several times.

Having done all this, the lazy monk didn't want to linger any longer, offering a few perfunctory words before... He turned and left…

“Qiuyan, you must diligently practice what Lazy Uncle taught you. Alas… that old monk is too pedantic. If he could pass on the Maitreya Heart Sutra to you, combined with the Three Pure Ones Sutra, your achievements would be limitless!”

Song Yunzi said to Qiuyan, who was admiringly playing with the jade bowl.

“Don’t worry, Master, I will definitely not let you down,”

Qiuyan nodded and said, “Master, what should we call this jade bowl?”

“It has your Lazy Uncle’s Demon-Subduing Magic Array on it, so let’s just call it the Demon-Subduing Jade Bowl. You should study it carefully; this Demon-Subduing Jade Bowl has endless uses.”

Song Yunzi said after thinking for a moment.

“Let’s call it the Demon-Subduing King Bowl, that’s impressive! Hehe…”

Qiuyan said happily.

“By the way, Qiuyan, didn’t you tell me the day before yesterday that you were going on a trip with your parents these few days? What? You didn’t go?”

Song Yunzi asked in surprise.

Mentioning this, Qiu Yan's expression turned dejected. She said angrily, "Don't even mention it! My dad broke his promise again. He said we'd go on a trip, but a major case happened yesterday, and he's stuck with it again."

Then, as if remembering something, Qiu Yan said, "Master, do you remember that woman who barged into the Taoist temple last time, arrogantly demanding you tell her fortune, but you refused? What did you say to me that day?"

Song Yunzi thought for a moment and said, "That woman's fate was predetermined; she was destined for bloodshed. She was already terminally ill, and there was nothing I could do."

"Yes, yes, you were so accurate! She really died, just last night. She died a horrible death. From what my dad said, it seems like all the blood in her body was gone,"

Qiu Yan said.

"All the blood in her body?"

Song Yunzi's expression changed, and he asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, it seems there were no wounds on her body. Hmm… I overheard my dad and Uncle Li talking, and they seemed to say she had two small bloody holes in her neck,"

Qiu Yan said after thinking for a moment.

"A bloody hole? On the neck?"

Song Yunzi's face darkened further, his brows furrowing tightly.

Just then, Qiu Yan's cell phone rang. She went to a corner to answer it, said a few words, and then returned to Song Yunzi's side, saying, "Master, I can't stay with you. My mother wants me to go home immediately, saying something's wrong..."

Song Yunzi was clearly lost in thought, nodding absentmindedly.

After Qiu Yan left, Song Yunzi took out a communication jade slip, pinched it between his fingers, and with a flash of blue light, the slip disappeared.

A moment later, the Lazy Monk appeared in the main hall, looking very impatient. As soon as he appeared, he said, "You old thief, what's wrong now? So urgent? Are you up to something again? I haven't even returned to the Maitreya Sect yet, and you've already called me back. Let me tell you, if it's not something important, I won't trust you anymore!"

Song Yunzi frowned and recounted what Qiu Yan had just said, then looked at the Lazy Monk.

After listening, the Lazy Monk remained silent, his brows furrowed. After a long while, he whispered, "Old Daoist, what are you thinking?"

"I think the same as you..."

Song Yunzi said softly.

"Really? Two hundred years ago, our cultivation world and the True Martial Artists cooperated for the first time to seal the vampire clan in the desolate realm atop the Wind and Cloud Continent. You and I were both present when that seal was set up! Logically speaking, in just two hundred years, the vampire clan shouldn't have been able to break through the seal at all!"

the Lazy Monk said hesitantly.

"When the vampire clan was wiped out, were there bound to be some who escaped?"

Song Yunzi said.

"Hmm...that's possible...but we should still examine the bodies before making a conclusion; this is no small matter."

the Lazy Monk said.

"Alright, I'll examine the bodies. Qiu Yan's father is the chief of the Qinglong City Police Department; I can handle this. Wait for my news."

Song Yunzi said.

The Lazy Monk nodded, and the two began to discuss in hushed tones again...

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