[Fantasy] Toothless Zombie (Complete) - 6

In the fourth chapter,

on the floor where the Mysterious Small Cauldron Artifact Appraisal Class was located, all the other classrooms were in session, except for Lanling's class, which was filled with noisy discussions.

Su Qingyuan waited anxiously at the classroom door, his eyes constantly glancing towards the elevator. It was only the second day, but Lanling was already late. Had that hardworking, ambitious, and knowledgeable young man from the past encountered some trouble?

He was an old man who trusted his intuition. Although his colleagues had repeatedly advised him to be cautious after hearing that he had lent money to a stranger out of his own pocket, reminding him that you can't judge a book by its cover, Su Qingyuan remained unmoved, stubbornly believing that Lanling was simply a talented but unappreciated person, and certainly not the kind of person who wouldn't repay debts.

Suddenly, the classroom door opened.

Ya Si appeared at the door and said to Su Qingyuan, who was turning to look at her, "Grandpa Su, why hasn't that guy arrived yet? The students are getting worried."

Su Qingyuan sighed and said, "Wait a little longer. If it really doesn't work, I'll teach tonight's class myself."

Ya Si frowned and said disdainfully, "Could it be that he went to steal something again and got caught and taken to the police station? Ha, I knew that thief wouldn't have such good luck forever!"

Then, she muttered under her breath, "Damn it, you're lucky, otherwise my cousin would have given you a good lesson tonight!"

"What are you talking about?"

Su Qingyuan glanced at Ya Si and said, "Why do you always have so many misunderstandings about Teacher Lanling? Ya Si, I've told you before, although he's down on his luck and poor, he's definitely not the kind of person you're describing! Do you think your Grandpa Su is too old and blind to recognize people?"

Ya Si looked at Su Qingyuan, playfully stuck out her tongue, and said, "I was just kidding..."

As she spoke, Ya Si made up her mind that since Grandpa Su was so stubborn in considering that bastard a good person, she would eventually expose that guy's true colors to Grandpa Su. For now, it was best not to argue with Grandpa Su. Ya Si knew his character very well. Although he loved Ya Si very much, he could be ruthless when he got stubborn.

"Just kidding? Then what did you say? You brought your cousin Lingxue here, so it wasn't because you wanted to learn about artifact appraisal as you said. You deliberately brought her here to cause trouble for Lanling, didn't you?"

Su Qingyuan was a little angry. He just couldn't understand why kids these days were so willful. His granddaughter was like that, and now his best friend's granddaughter was the same.

Seeing Su Qingyuan was angry, Ya Si immediately giggled and hugged his arm, saying coquettishly, "Grandpa Su, that was just her saying it in anger. You know my cousin, would she help me cause trouble for others? She's a policewoman, after all."

Su Qingyuan sighed and nodded, saying, "Ling Xue is a sensible person, much better than Su Yue and you. You two girls really give us old folks a headache, sigh..."

Ya Si didn't want to get entangled with Su Qingyuan on this matter anymore. As soon as Su Qingyuan mentioned Su Yue's name, she quickly changed the subject, "What has Sister Yue been busy with lately? I haven't seen her in a long time. By the way, did she do well on her college entrance exam? Has she decided which university to go to?"

"Don't mention her. Just thinking about her raises my blood pressure. Her grades are good, and her dad said that with those grades and her talent, getting into Zhenwu Academy shouldn't be a problem. But that girl doesn't listen to any rules and hangs out with those street biker gangs all day! Ya Si, when you have time, go talk to her and try to persuade her for us. Sigh... Her dad and I are at our wits' end with her. We're really afraid she'll go astray."

Su Qingyuan said, looking heartbroken.

"Hehe, Grandpa Su, you're overthinking it! I know Yue-jie's character. She probably just wants to relax and have fun during the holidays. She won't go astray. She must have her own plans. You don't need to worry about her too much."

Ya Si giggled.

"How can I not worry? Her dad only comes home a few times a year. It's just her and me at home. Her mother passed away early. Sigh... Look at Qiu Yan in your class. She's the same age as you, right? She's so much better than you."

Su Qingyuan sighed.

"Yasi..."

Su Qingyuan seemed to have a lot to say about educating the younger generation, and once he started, he couldn't stop talking.

Yasi secretly groaned, wanting to interrupt, but she couldn't be impolite, so she had to grit her teeth and listen, while nodding and agreeing perfunctorily. She regretted that she had asked for trouble, knowing that Grandpa Su was outside the door, she still had to come out and run into trouble. Damn it, it was all that bastard's fault. If he hadn't been late, she wouldn't be suffering like this.

Poor Lanling was being cursed for no reason again. It seemed that Yasi was determined to make trouble for Lanling.

At this moment, someone appeared to come to Yasi's rescue.

The classroom door opened again, and a tall, slender young woman in a dark blue police uniform, with a curvaceous figure and bright eyes, walked out. Seeing Su Qingyuan, she smiled and said, "Grandpa Su, I didn't have a chance to talk to you properly earlier. Ling Xue greets you."

Upon seeing Ling Xue, Su Qingyuan's gloomy expression immediately brightened. He patted Ling Xue's shoulder with a smile and said, "It's been so long since you visited Grandpa's house. You should scold me!"

Ling Xue chuckled and said, "I've been working on a case out of town recently and just got back yesterday. I was just thinking of taking a break and then visiting you, Grandpa."

Su Qingyuan nodded and said, "Yes, working hard is good, but don't overwork yourself. Take care of your health. I heard from your Uncle Su that you have a great talent for True Martial Arts and are preparing to apply to the True Martial Arts Academy. The academy will contact the police station to make an exception for you." "Go to the True Martial Arts Academy for further studies?"

A hint of pride flashed in Ling Xue's eyes, but she remained extremely humble in front of Su Qingyuan. She smiled and said, "Uncle Su, you flatter me. If I had the opportunity to study, I would be more than happy to accept it. But the police station is too busy right now, and I'm afraid our chief won't let me go. If I really could go for further studies, I would definitely want to be in Uncle Su's class. He's my role model. I heard that Uncle Su won the gold glove for first place in the competition for all the teachers at the True Martial Arts Academy this year. I hope one day I can achieve something like Uncle Su."

Su Qingyuan was very pleased with Ling Xue's humility and laughed heartily, "How old are you? When your Uncle Su was your age, he might not have been as good as you. Besides, you're a girl, a true heroine! Keep up the good work, you are the hope of us old folks!"

"Tch, biased..."

Ya Si, who had been ignored, pouted and said, "Grandpa Su was just sternly scolding me, but after seeing my cousin, he immediately became all smiles and kept praising her, hmph."

"You little brat, aren't you satisfied? If you worked as hard as your cousin, even if you didn't achieve much, Grandpa Su would definitely praise you a hundred times, a thousand times more..."

Su Qingyuan laughed.

Suddenly!

The elevator doors not far away opened...

Su Qingyuan's eyes lit up, and he subconsciously looked towards the elevator.

A tall man, wearing a tight leather jacket, with taut chest muscles, wearing a black helmet, strode out of the elevator.

Disappointment flashed in Su Qingyuan's eyes, followed by disgust. Motorbike gangs were the kind of people he hated most, and he couldn't help but think of his unruly granddaughter.

"What are you doing here!"

Su Qingyuan shouted with a stern face, "This is not a place for you!"

Lanling had rushed over in a hurry, even forgetting to take off his helmet. He came up the stairs panting, only to be scolded by Su Qingyuan without any warning. He hurriedly took off his helmet and said, "Old Su, it's me. I'm sorry I'm late..."

Upon seeing Lanling for the first time, Su Qingyuan was taken aback, looking at him suspiciously. He said, "Why are you wearing clothes like that? Are you a biker gang member?"

Lanling hurriedly waved his hands, saying, "No, no, I can't even ride a motorcycle, how could I be a biker gang member?"

He then looked down at his clothes and said with a wry smile, "Speaking of these clothes, it's a long story."

In fact, Lanling couldn't think of a good reason to appease Su Qingyuan in such a short time, so he simply gave a vague answer. If Su Qingyuan pressed him further, he would figure something out.

Yasi, standing behind Su Qingyuan, looked at Lanling and said disdainfully, "Playing the victim again!"

Although Su Qingyuan had his doubts, he didn't dwell on them. Sometimes, an old man like him, so focused on scholarship, was undeniably naive.

He simply couldn't reconcile the Lanling before him, dressed in biker gang attire, with the ragged, disheveled Lanling from yesterday. In Su Qingyuan's eyes, who always despised bikers, those guys were utterly useless—a bunch of good-for-nothings.

Clearly, in his mind, the Lanling he admired would never be associated with such terms as useless or good-for-nothing.

"Go to class now, and tell me your reason for being late after class,"

Su Qingyuan said bluntly.

Lanling, feeling like he'd been granted a pardon, quickly nodded and headed towards the classroom.

Su Qingyuan opened the classroom door, glanced at Ya Si and Ling Xue, and said, "The teacher's here, why aren't you going in?"

Ya Si nodded, secretly tugged at Ling Xue beside her, and gave Lanling a pout.

Ling Xue's eyes subconsciously swept over Lanling, filled with doubt as she wondered, was this the man her cousin had mentioned who had designs on her?

Despite the man's burly physique, he showed little energy fluctuation. According to her senses, his physical strength was even weaker than that of an average burly man.

Ling Xue chuckled. From her perspective as a second-tier True Martial Artist, an ordinary person was unimaginably weak. "

Hmph, if this guy really has any bad intentions towards my cousin, then I'll just break his arm and throw him in the police station!"

As a woman herself, Ling Xue despised sex offenders when handling cases, and she never showed mercy to thugs.

When Ling Xue's gaze swept over Lan Ling, he couldn't help but shudder. He sensed a strange energy—the same energy fluctuation frequency used by the guy he'd crippled in the bar that day.

When he instinctively looked over, Ling Xue and Ya Si had already entered the classroom.

It's not the thief you should fear, but the one who's eyeing you!

The energy he'd just sensed was clearly aimed at him. Lan Ling felt a chill run down his spine. In his current state, if he encountered such an enemy, wouldn't he be crushed like a chick?

But Su Qingyuan's urging gaze didn't allow him to back down. After hesitating for a moment, Lanling strode into the classroom.

Damn it, as the old saying goes, "When soldiers come, generals will block them; when water comes, earth will dam it!"

If anyone really came to harm him, they'd better weigh their own strength first.

Damn it!

Although he's currently in a precarious situation, if anyone wants to mess with him, they'll have to pay a hefty price!

Even though his strength is waning, the tricks he learned to deceive and harm others over three thousand years of life weren't for nothing…

Thinking of this, Lanling's courage swelled, and his earlier apprehension disappeared considerably. He entered the classroom, strode to the podium, and said, "Classmates, I'm sorry I'm late…" [Gift! Human First Oil Spray Male Delay Aerosol External Long-Lasting God Oil Adult Sex Toy Anti-Premature Ejaculation Click to Enter]

Compared to his previous disheveled and shabby attire, this time his biker gang leather jacket looked far too ruthless and stylish.

Standing on the podium with such a drastically different image, the students below exchanged bewildered glances for a moment before finally adjusting.

"Uh..."

Lanling chuckled and said, "Actually, I deliberately wanted everyone to know how infuriating it is to be late, how unbearable waiting is... hehe, so from now on, everyone please don't be late."

He even made a face at the end.

This was clearly an excuse, and if it were feigned, it would be annoying, but Lanling's humorous expression not only didn't displease anyone, but instead aroused laughter from the students. They already adored this humorous and knowledgeable young teacher.

Qiu Yan, sitting in her seat, was also amused by Lanling's words and expressions.

After witnessing Lanling's brilliant lecture the previous night, Qiu Yan had already abandoned any thoughts of wasting time. During the day, besides receiving instruction in the Three Pure Ones Technique from Song Yunzi, she had diligently brushed up on the textbooks from the artifact appraisal class, accumulating several difficult questions, which she planned to ask Lanling that evening.

After his humorous remark, Lanling didn't waste any more words and quickly began his lecture.

Having learned from last night's experience, today's lesson was even more effortless. All the students listened with great interest, frequently bursting into laughter. These students, who were passionate about antique appraisal, gradually transformed their gazes towards Lanling into one of near-admiration.

Even IELTS, who harbored resentment towards Lanling and was scheming to catch him in a crime and teach him a lesson, was unconsciously drawn into Lanling's lecture, momentarily forgetting that this erudite fellow was her greatest enemy.

Sitting next to IELTS, Ling Xue had no interest in antique appraisal. She had been dragged here by her mischievous cousin. Although she didn't understand antique appraisal, she was occasionally amused by Lanling's humor, and began to wonder: could such a learned man be the scoundrel and thief her cousin spoke of?

Ling Xue couldn't help but develop a slight interest in Lan Ling, staring intently at him. Gradually, her brows furrowed; she suddenly felt this man seemed somewhat familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere before…

Amidst the students' lingering enjoyment, the end-of-class music drifted into the classroom.

Lan Ling had also perfectly concluded the lesson, leaving a few questions for the students to answer during the break, with explanations to follow up in the next class.

After saying this, Lan Ling strode out of the classroom; he still needed to go to Su Qingyuan to fabricate a reason for his lateness. Damn it, please don't let him dwell on that biker outfit anymore…

Knock knock.

Lan Ling knocked on Su Qingyuan's office door.

"Lan Ling, come in."

Su Qingyuan's voice came clearly, clearly having been waiting for Lan Ling for quite some time.

Lan Ling pushed open the office door and said, "Old Su, I'm here."

"Lan Ling, come, let's take a look at this together."

Su Qingyuan was standing beside the table, bending over, holding a magnifying glass, carefully examining a black object.

Lanling walked forward curiously and found it to be a small black cauldron, no bigger than a palm, seemingly large enough to be held in one hand. The craftsmanship was exquisite, but the entire surface was dull and lacked luster, making it impossible to discern its material at first glance.

Based on Lanling's discerning eye, this small black cauldron was at least five thousand years old. Having already read the "Complete History of the Wind and Cloud Continent," he had memorized the shapes of vessels from various dynasties, intending to use them in his studies at the artifact appraisal class. However, looking at this small cauldron, Lanling couldn't help but feel puzzled. According to his memory, in the five thousand years of history of the Wind and Cloud Continent, there seemed to be no such vessel as a cauldron.

"Lanling, can you help me figure out how old this thing is? Strange, I don't know what it's called,"

Su Qingyuan muttered under his breath as he carefully examined the small cauldron with a magnifying glass.

Lanling's heart skipped a beat. Even Su Qingyuan, the archaeological authority of the Tianlong Kingdom and even the entire Fengyun Continent, couldn't name the cauldron, which meant his memory was correct; cauldrons had never existed in the history of the Fengyun Continent.

Could this small cauldron also come from another world?

Or perhaps, it came from his own world?

This thought sparked a strange excitement in Lanling. Goodness, this small cauldron definitely didn't have the ability to shatter the void, right? That meant it was brought here by someone else. Could there be others in this world who had suffered the same fate as him?

When he first arrived in this world, Lanling was genuinely happy for a long time, even considering staying.

But a series of unfortunate events left him with no attachment to this world, desperately wanting to return to his original world. Although there were still cultivators in that world who wanted to kill him, at least he wouldn't be as unlucky as he was now, right?

"Lanling, what are you thinking about? Have you figured something out?"

Su Qingyuan looked at Lanling with shining eyes.

"Uh... according to my judgment, this thing is at least five thousand years old, roughly estimated to be around five thousand three hundred years old,"

Lanling quickly came back to his senses and said.

Su Qingyuan gave a thumbs up and praised, "Impressive! To have such precise judgment even with just the naked eye. To be honest, I used a magnifying glass for a full hour before reaching the same conclusion as you."

Lanling humbly replied, "Elder Su, you flatter me. I was just guessing."

Su Qingyuan laughed heartily, "If you can be this good at guessing, wouldn't we archaeologists be starving if we took things seriously?"

After saying that, Su Qingyuan's gaze returned to the small black cauldron, and he frowned, saying, "Lanling, take a closer look. I don't seem to recognize this kind of vessel. Am I really getting old and my memory is failing?" Lanling

hesitated for a moment, then feigned bending down to examine it for a while before shaking his head and saying, "I can't recall seeing it either ." "This kind of vessel existed 5,300 years ago during the reign of the Wang Dynasty. It seems this dynasty didn't have such vessels."

Su Qingyuan sighed, somewhat disappointed. "Here's a magnifying glass. Take a closer look. Even if you can't see anything, it'll still be a rare opportunity to learn. This is a newly unearthed artifact from Tianfo Mountain. I borrowed it from a friend at the Cultural Relics Bureau. I have to return it tomorrow. If you want to see it again, you'll have to look through a glass case."

With that, Su Qingyuan handed the magnifying glass to Lanling, saying, "You look at it first. I'll go check the records. If there's really no record of it, the appearance of this artifact will fill a gap in the history of cultural relics."

Speaking of which, Lanling also had a great curiosity about this small black cauldron.

In the past, he wouldn't have needed a magnifying glass, but now, having lost his energy, he had also lost his sharp eyesight. With his eyes alone, he could only see the general features, not the finest details.

Lanling took the magnifying glass and bent down to carefully examine the body of the small black cauldron.

The cauldron gleamed, faintly displaying subtle, mottled patterns in a dark red hue, almost invisible without a magnifying glass.

Suddenly!

Lanling's heart skipped a beat. His eyes widened, and he pressed the magnifying glass almost against the cauldron, meticulously examining it, tracing the patterns step by step.

Holy crap!

Was he seeing things?

Lanling's shock was indescribable. If he wasn't mistaken, these patterns formed a righteous cultivation array, and based on his experience from his "mischievous" period, it was an extremely powerful sealing array…

What else could be sealed with a righteous cultivation array besides demons?

In that instant, Lanling's heart pounded with trepidation, driven by intense curiosity to possess the small black cauldron and explore its mysteries.

He glanced at Su Qingyuan, who was intently studying the information; his aged body cast a thin shadow on the wall in the lamplight.

If he were to forcibly seize it now, although Lanling's strength was inferior to that of an ordinary person, he was still quite confident in dealing with an old man.

However, after a moment, Lanling quickly dismissed the idea and was filled with self-reproach!

Even zombies have principles, don't they?

They can act willfully and do whatever they want, but for the old man who was the first to help him, Lanling could not bring himself to be ruthless.

"Damn it, I'm already unlucky enough, I'll accept my fate!"

Lanling thought bitterly, then abandoned his criminal thoughts and carefully examined the small cauldron with a magnifying glass, hoping to find some clues in the array's trajectory. At the same time, he began to make some calculations in his mind.

According to Su Qingyuan, this small black cauldron would be returned to someone else around tomorrow afternoon.

Therefore, the idea of stealing the small cauldron during this time can be abandoned. The fact that Su Qingyuan kept such a valuable treasure hidden from all his colleagues proves its immense worth. The fact that Su Qingyuan, fearing too much gossip, used considerable personal connections to study it alone in seclusion shows that he was simply acting on an archaeologist's instinct, driven by curiosity and a thirst for knowledge.

If I hadn't happened to be there, I probably wouldn't have seen this black cauldron at all. On the other hand, since Su Qingyuan didn't hide anything and invited me to study it together, it's undeniable that Su Qingyuan values me highly.

Lanling might harm anyone for his own benefit, but he would never harm someone who is good to him. In the long span of three thousand years, Su Qingyuan is the first person to have genuinely treated him well and offered him help!

While Lanling was internally struggling with his thoughts, Su Qingyuan had already finished searching the information. He exuded great joy, stood up, and said to Lanling, "The information indeed didn't mention this vessel! Haha, I've witnessed a great discovery!"

Lanling put down the magnifying glass and laughed, "Congratulations, Elder Su!"

"Congratulate me? Haha. Then I must congratulate you too. I dare say that, apart from the Tianfoshan archaeological team, you and I are among the few witnesses. Sigh… I even complained about my old friend's hesitation when I borrowed this treasure. If I had known its value earlier, I probably wouldn't have lent it to him. At first, I just thought its strange shape meant it was some kind of derivative vessel. It seems I'll have to apologize to him properly later; he took too many risks to satisfy my curiosity!"

Su Qingyuan sighed.

Lanling smiled and said, "Isn't this all thanks to you? Without you, even if I could see this treasure, it would truly be through glass, as you said. To see it clearly with a magnifying glass like this is something I wouldn't even dare to dream of."

Su Qingyuan waved his hand and said, "You're too kind, Lanling. To be honest, my kindness is my own selfish motive. You are the most promising young person I've ever met. I'm old and won't be able to make any more contributions. If I can recommend a talent to the archaeological community in my lifetime, that would be enough to comfort me. Although we've only known each other for two days, I believe I haven't misjudged you. Lanling, please don't disappoint this old man!"

Su Qingyuan's words stirred a strange feeling in Lanling's heart. He increasingly felt that his thought of snatching the small cauldron on the spot was too shameful. Three thousand years of life had made Lanling an observer of this world. He despised ordinary humans; their greed and ferocity were sometimes more demonic than demons.

Su Qingyuan changed Lanling's view of ordinary humans. There are always some respectable beings in this world, and Su Qingyuan was definitely one of them.

Just as Lanling was about to speak, the phone on his desk suddenly rang urgently.

Su Qingyuan waved to Lanling and picked up the receiver: "Hello, this is Su Qingyuan."

"Ah? Say it again, what happened to Su Yue?"

Su Qingyuan's face was pale, and he asked urgently.

"Where is she? I'll be right there..."

When Su Qingyuan hung up the phone, his hand was still trembling violently. The elderly man showed great panic at this moment.

"Old Su, what's wrong?"

Lanling asked with concern.

"Nothing, nothing, you can go out now..."

Su Qingyuan waved his hand and said weakly.

Lanling wanted to ask more, but seeing that Su Qingyuan would not answer, he nodded and said, "Old Su, if you ever need my help, just say so."

Su Qingyuan took Lanling's words as a polite remark and nodded with a bitter smile.

Lanling turned and walked towards the office door.

Just as he was about to open it, Su Qingyuan suddenly said out of the blue, "Lanling, don't wear these clothes anymore..."

Lanling turned around in surprise and said with a pre-prepared excuse, "I went to buy clothes and suddenly saw someone auctioning these clothes. They were quite cheap, so I..."

Su Qingyuan waved his hand and said, "Lanling, these clothes are not for good people. Remember what I said."

Although Lanling was puzzled as to why this magnanimous old man Su Qingyuan was so averse to the biker gang's clothing, he didn't ask any further questions. He nodded, turned around, opened the door, and walked out of the office. He thought to himself, "Damn it, it seems I'll have to put in some effort to get a new set of clothes..."

Chapter 5: Delivering the "Goods"

After Lanling left the office, Su Qingyuan quickly hid the small black cauldron in a safe behind a painting. Then, with a melancholy expression, he hurriedly left the office.

In a high-end apartment building in the center of Qinglong City…

Su Qingyuan anxiously asked a maid, “What’s wrong with Su Yue?”

“I don’t know. Miss went straight to her room when she got home and has been crying ever since. She won’t open the door no matter how much I call her,”

the maid replied.

Then, she added cautiously, “Miss’s clothes seem to be torn. She probably got into a fight outside.”

Su Qingyuan went upstairs worriedly. He reached a room and pushed the door, but it was firmly shut.

He knocked on the door and whispered, “Yue’er, open the door. It’s Grandpa. Grandpa’s back.”

The sobbing inside was intermittent, but there was no response from Su Qingyuan.

"Yue'er, open the door for Grandpa! Tell Grandpa everything, no matter what happened. If anyone bullies you, Grandpa will make sure they get what's coming to them."

Su Qingyuan's face grew even more grim. His granddaughter, Su Yue, lost her mother at a young age, and her father worked far away. She had always relied on him. Su Qingyuan knew his granddaughter's personality better than anyone. She was stubborn, independent, and kept everything bottled up inside. To her, this might be a kind of strength, but it was precisely this strength that worried him, her grandfather. The

only sound coming from inside the room was sobbing, though it grew softer.

Su Qingyuan patiently tried to comfort her from outside. He began to regret that he was an authority on archaeology, not an authority on negotiation.

After a while, the sobbing stopped.

Su Qingyuan was overjoyed and knocked loudly on the door.

The door remained closed, and a choked voice came from inside: "Grandpa, I'll listen to you and Dad, I want to enter the True Martial Arts Academy!"

"Yue'er, what happened? Tell Grandpa quickly!"

Su Qingyuan felt even more uneasy about his granddaughter's change.

Silence filled the room…

At this moment, Lanling was walking towards the hospital.

His mind was filled with the small black cauldron and the sealing formation of the righteous cultivation path on it.

Unconsciously, the hospital was already close in front of him.

Lanling hesitated for a moment, patted his pocket, and strode towards the hospital.

Ever since meeting this fool Lanling, the fat doctor had particularly enjoyed working night shifts. The extra money Lanling earned each night accumulated to far exceed his monthly salary.

Tonight, the fool was late, causing the fat doctor to curse inwardly.

As Lanling walked into the hospital, the fat doctor's eyes lit up. He thought to himself, "

Serves me right for my good fortune..." "Kid, pay up. I've prepared the blood plasma for you."

The fat doctor picked up the prepared plasma, stretched out his other hand in front of Lanling, looking like he desperately wanted money.

Lanling had two kinds of coins in his pocket: one was the Tianlong Coins he'd stolen from the biker gang, and the other was the British Gold Coin that Beatrice had given him.

Lanling didn't know the value of the British Gold Coin. After hesitating for a moment, he took out one and handed it over.

The fat doctor's eyes lit up. "Damn, where did this kid get a British Gold Coin?

" Ha, what a fool! The blood plasma he sold him cost over three hundred Tianlong Coins, while this coin could be exchanged for over a thousand!

This idiot might seem a bit slow, but he's really my lucky charm!

The fat doctor suppressed his joy and reached out to take it.

Who knew Lanling's hand would suddenly change direction, and he'd slipped the British gold coin into another pocket on his side. Damn it, just look at this fat pig's eyes, this coin is worth a lot! Trying to scam me? No way!

"Here you go, I'll take another bag."

Lanling readily took out eight hundred Heavenly Dragon Coins from his pocket and handed them to the disappointed fat doctor.

The fat doctor cursed inwardly for this guy tricking him, but helplessly accepted the Heavenly Dragon Coins. It's only foolish not to make money when you can; something is better than nothing.

"Wait a moment, I'll go get you a bag,"

the fat doctor said, getting up.

As he walked out the door, Lanling suddenly called out, "Doctor."

The fat doctor turned around, looking at Lanling in surprise.

Lanling smiled and said, "To avoid putting you in a difficult position, I don't care about the quality of that bag of blood plasma."

The implication was clear: it doesn't matter what virus it contains, as long as it's blood plasma.

The fat doctor nodded, thinking to himself, "Damn it, the blood plasma I sold you was the worst in the blood bank, what quality could it possibly have!"

A moment later, the fat doctor hurriedly returned, pulled the blood plasma from his pocket and tossed it to Lanling, then sat down in a chair, panting heavily.

Lanling weighed the plasma in his hand, smiled without saying a word, and turned to leave the hospital.

After Lanling left, the fat doctor suddenly sat up straight, a cunning glint in his beady eyes. He quickly pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, skinny dog, that idiot went out."

"Huh? You've already followed him? Damn, don't forget to share half with me when you get your hands on him!"

"I told you, he had British gold coins in his pocket, and I even heard the clinking of the coins when he left. Trust me, that kid is definitely rich!"

"Okay, I'll wait for your news..."

Lanling hadn't gone far from the hospital when a dark figure darted out from behind, following her at a distance.

As the figure walked, a gleaming, cold light flashed in her hand; needless to say, she was carrying a sharp weapon.

Earlier, Lanling had been carrying a bag of blood plasma, feeling quite pleased with herself. Judging from the fat doctor's reaction, those gold coins were indeed quite valuable. Ha, that's good; she could use that "hybrid witch's" money to buy blood plasma from now on. She'd buy two bags at a time, give one to her, and keep one for herself for future needs. Anyway, that woman didn't know the price of blood plasma; who else could she fool?

When Lanling entered a small alley, she realized something was wrong, a vague feeling of unease creeping in—an instinctive feeling.

He whirled around, but saw no one. After a careful look, Lanling revealed a cold smile.

Damn it, what an idiot!

He's good at tracking, but his brain isn't working properly; he'd forgotten the light would project onto the ground.

Although he hid in time, Lanling had still spotted his shadow…

A moment later, Lanling acted as if he hadn't noticed anything, striding forward while humming, "I've crossed a mountain, walked through a bend, sister, sister, I've come to your bedside…"

Lanling couldn't remember how long ago he'd heard this vulgar ballad, but because the lyrics were funny, he'd kept it in his mind. Now he was using it, partly to celebrate a fool delivering himself to his door, and partly to feign his unguardedness.

Lanling walked through alleys and alleys, initially moving quickly, but as he approached the abandoned factory, he gradually slowed his pace, dawdling as he walked, secretly chuckling to himself, deliberately testing the patience of the guy following him.

Sure enough, a moment later, a dark figure strode up, grabbed Lanling by the collar, and pressed a sharp long knife against Lanling's throat.

"Kid, if you know what's good for you, don't move!"

the figure said menacingly.

Lanling chuckled inwardly, but outwardly appeared terrified, his body trembling as if he couldn't even stand: "B-Big Brother... I won't move, I won't move..."

The figure was short, with a face full of scars, and a fierce appearance—the perfect look for a thug.

Seeing Lanling's cowardly demeanor, the man secretly relaxed. He had been following him for a while, and seeing Lanling's tall stature and his biker gang attire, he had been hesitant and hadn't dared to make a move.

If it weren't for the fat doctor's promise that this man carried a lot of British pounds, he might not have even considered this deal.

In this world rife with violence and money, countless people, like this thug, would sell their conscience for a little money, let alone valuable British gold coins. The temptation was enough to make him take the risk.

"I'm after money, not risk. Hand over your money and I'll spare your life, otherwise…"

The thug tightened his grip, the blade digging into Lanling's neck muscles.

It was dark, and the thug was nervous, so he didn't see that the sharp blade, despite the force, didn't cause any damage to Lanling's skin.

"I…I have no money…"

Lanling stammered.

"Bullshit! You dare try to play tricks on me? You're asking for trouble!"

The thug shoved Lanling hard in the back with his knee, shouting fiercely.

Then, a hand reached into Lanling's pocket and emptied the dozen or so British gold coins.

The gold coins gleamed in the moonlight, their golden light making the thief's eyes light up, and he swallowed hard.

Lanling, fearing the thief would leave satisfied, hesitated, his body going limp. If the thief hadn't been holding him by the collar, he would have collapsed to the ground.

Lanling covered his face with his hands, his voice trembling with fear, "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'll give you more money..."

More money?

The thief's eyes gleamed with insatiable greed. It seemed tonight was truly a stroke of luck; a windfall was within reach.

This guy was a seasoned robber, having committed dozens of robberies. These dozen or so British gold coins were his most substantial gain in his career. He had originally intended to take what he could while he was ahead, just as Lanling had predicted, but Lanling's words made him quickly abandon the idea of leaving.

Carrying so many British gold coins on him—this kid's family must be incredibly wealthy!

The thug's lust for money was a bottomless pit. Looking at Lanling, trembling and begging for mercy, he saw him as a money tree.

"Heh heh...looks like you're smart enough. Where's the money? Call your family and have them ransom you!"

The thug brandished his blade, deliberately provoking Lanling's eyes with its cold glint.

"Uh...my family...they've all gone abroad...I...I don't know their phone number..."

Lanling's eyes darted around, panicked.

"Damn, you're playing me!"

the thug said viciously.

Lanling hurriedly shook his head, saying, "No, no, it's true...they usually call me, I...I didn't pay attention to the number..."

Then, as if to show off, Lanling said, "I...I have some money I've secretly saved, my allowance. I can give it to you, as long as you don't kill me..."

The thug's eyes lit up, and he asked urgently, "Where!"

"It's up ahead...in the abandoned factory up ahead, there...that's where I usually meet up with my friends for drinks..."

Lanling said.

The thug didn't doubt Lanling's words at all. As far as he knew, those rich young men usually had their own hideouts where they could have fun and do shady things, like doing drugs or chasing women... Damn it, he'd heard those rich young men chose hotels or nightclubs before, but this guy chose an abandoned factory. Damn, that's really well hidden. This kid is pretty cunning, aside from being a bit cowardly.

"Where's the abandoned factory?"

Although the thug was greedy, he still wasn't very confident after looking at the dark alley ahead. This kid was timid, so he was easy to deal with, but if there were other people in that hideout, that would be terrible.

"It's just ahead, not... not far."

Lanling said tremblingly.

"Are there any other people there?"

The thug hesitated for a moment before asking.

"No... no one else. I'm going there now... just to help my friends get their motorcycles that they left here when they were drunk during the day..."

Lanling secretly added a little more temptation.

By this point, the thug's mind was completely consumed by greed. Not only did he have money, but he also owned a motorcycle… He'd seen the motorcycles ridden by those rich young masters and biker gangs; the good ones cost hundreds of thousands of Tianlong coins, and even the cheaper ones were at least tens of thousands.

Without hesitation, the thug grabbed Lanling, who was slumped on the ground, and made him walk in front of him. He pressed the tip of his knife against Lanling's waist and said coldly, "Don't try anything funny, or even if I die, I'll stab you in the back and take you down with me!"

Seeing his plan succeed, Lanling couldn't help but sneer inwardly, while outwardly appearing even more flustered, nodding repeatedly and stammering about his honesty.

A moment later, the abandoned factory appeared less than ten meters ahead.

The dilapidated factory gate was half-open, revealing a pitch-black interior, making the gate resemble the gaping maw of a monster—eerie and terrifying.

Reaching the factory gate, the thug holding a knife to Lanling felt a sudden, inexplicable chill.

But he dismissed it as a change in the early autumn weather; under the lure of a huge sum of money, he could disregard everything else…

Heavy footsteps echoed in the factory; it was unclear whether it was Lanling or the thug, their breathing labored.

They were getting closer to where Beatrice was. In the darkness, a cruel smile crept onto Lanling's lips.

Lanling suddenly turned around and, as if struggling, shoved the thug hard. Caught off guard and staggering, Lanling used his body to shield the thug and kicked him hard in the face. "Damn it, this is my reward for playing the fool!

" "Master..."

Lanling shouted, feigning panic.

The thug felt as if his face had been struck by a heavy hammer; he even heard the sound of his facial bones cracking. With a piercing scream, he crashed to the ground and, like a mad beast, wildly swung his blade. Blood blinded him; one eyeball had probably been kicked out. He displayed the characteristics of a desperate criminal, hoping to deliver a fatal blow to Lanling.

Whoosh...

a gust of wind came, and the thug felt something fanning a gust of wind on him. Then, two hands grabbed his shoulders, and before he could swing his blade, he felt something sharp pierce his neck.

The thug felt all the blood rush to his neck, a wave of weakness washing over him. He was completely paralyzed, and in his increasing dizziness, he seemed to see his soul slowly leaving his body.

*Thud*...

A muffled sound, and the thug's withered body fell to the ground.

Beatrice landed next, her two fleshy wings folding away. She swayed a few times, struggling to steady herself. A drop of bright red blood stained the corner of her mouth, contrasting sharply with her pale face, making her look eerily unsettling

. Her heavy breathing indicated that her injuries hadn't healed. She had been incredibly impatient waiting for Lanling for so long without his arrival.

When Lanling entered the abandoned factory and shouted, Beatrice assumed some powerful figure had arrived, which was why she had suppressed her injuries, gathered her energy, and launched an attack. She hadn't expected the enemy to be just an ordinary person.

If it weren't for the slight satisfaction that fresh human blood gave Beatrice, she would have loved to punish that loud and obnoxious bastard!

"Master, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

While unable to lift the strange restriction on his body, Lanling played the perfect role of a submissive servant. He lured this villain here, not only saving a bag of blood for his own use but also providing an excuse for his delay. Most importantly, he wanted to use this villain to provoke Bilis into taking action, thus aggravating her injuries…

Bilis glared fiercely at Lanling, snorted coldly, and staggered towards the stone slab.

Lanling hurriedly stepped forward to help her, but Bilis waved her hand in refusal. Even so, Lanling's hand still lightly touched Bilis's exposed slender waist.

Bilis's body trembled slightly, and a barely perceptible blush appeared on her pale face; if Lanling hadn't been observing closely, it would have been difficult to notice.

Seeing Bilis's reaction, Lanling was secretly delighted. His recent probing indicated that Bilis's body was becoming increasingly sensitive, meaning that while he was away, Bilis had indeed begun practicing "Iron Shirt," the fox spirit's cultivation technique.

"Get out of my way!"

Beatrice snapped.

Having achieved his goal, Lanling hurriedly turned and walked to another stone slab. As he passed the thug's corpse, he didn't forget to secretly take the British gold coins from the thug's pockets, and also managed to steal some Heavenly Dragon coins.

Lanling lay back on the stone slab, feigning sleep with his eyes closed, occasionally opening a slit to observe Beatrice's actions.

During this short time, Beatrice had been practicing the "Iron Shirt" technique taught by Lanling, and the results were excellent. Not to mention anything else, the pain from her injuries had been greatly relieved. In particular, the faint warmth emanating from her lower abdomen had temporarily suppressed some of the azure energy within her body.

With such results, Beatrice naturally practiced with great enthusiasm, preparing to quickly master these few lines of the incantation before forcing Lanling to teach her the rest. Perhaps these magical incantations could truly help her recover her body quickly.

Little did she know, the cultivation technique she had painstakingly practiced was actually turning her into a vessel for Lanling's sexual exploitation...

Lanling looked at Bilis, who was sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed, and vaguely saw a faint pink halo flashing from her lower abdomen. He couldn't help but marvel inwardly, "Damn, hybrids really are incredibly adaptable! Her progress in cultivating the fox spirit's technique is so rapid!"

At the same time, Lanling began to look forward with excitement. It seemed that before long, Bilis, who had just absorbed fresh human blood, would be able to accelerate her progress in the fox spirit's technique under the influence of the blood energy. You see, a man's blood is the most yang substance. Those fox spirits are lustful and enjoy absorbing men's yang essence to harmonize their yin energy and increase their cultivation. Bilis's behavior was similar to that of those fox spirits. Although a man's blood was not as good as a man's yang essence, it was not far off.

After peeking for a while, Lanling was somewhat disappointed. He only saw a pink halo appearing on Beatrice's lower abdomen, and that pink halo seemed to be blocking the invasion of the cyan halo into her body's meridians. It seemed that the energy generated by his cultivation was in perfect balance with the cyan halo coming from her injury site.

It seemed he had been too hasty. Judging from the current situation, if he wanted to achieve the result he hoped for, he would need to wait patiently for a while.

Lanling tossed and turned. He hadn't been in this strange world for long, but he felt he had experienced more profound things than in the three thousand years in his original world combined...

After thinking about this for a long time, Lanling couldn't bear the growing restlessness in his heart. He secretly turned around, picked up his hidden blood plasma, and drank a bag of it.

Originally, he planned to use each bag of blood plasma for about three days. As long as he had some mobility, he would not waste food. However, the night was so unbearable, and his mood was so restless. Nothing was more useful than the satisfaction of drinking blood plasma. Moreover, tonight Lanling had secretly saved a bag of blood plasma by using the blood of that villain.

After consuming half of the extra bag of blood plasma he had bought that evening to hoard, Lanling let out a sigh of relief. The feeling of fullness in his body made him feel much more relaxed.

Lanling turned over, stealing a glance at Bilis. Seeing that she was still in the same state as before, he simply closed his eyes to stop thinking about her and began to recall everything that had happened recently.

The pure yin female body Qiu Yan, the hybrid demoness Bilis, the unreasonable Ya Si, and the owner of the strange energy he sensed at the classroom door today—that bright and sexy woman in a uniform…

Everything flashed through Lanling's mind like a movie. Finally, the images froze, and all of Lanling's thoughts were focused on the small black cauldron he had seen in Su Qingyuan's office.

The era of his "perverted tastes" was too far removed from the present. Lanling racked his brains, searching for any related memories.

It took a long time, and Lanling's head even felt uncomfortable from racking his brains, before he finally came up with a few clues.

Lanling vaguely remembered that the sealing formation of the righteous cultivation path was one of the three supreme sealing formations of the righteous cultivation path. He only knew of this level of formation but had never dared to study it. Such a formation was too domineering; if it were slightly violated, it could unleash a spiritual attack comparable to that of a Mahayana cultivator. Lanling was several levels below a Mahayana cultivator, and encountering such powerful spiritual energy would be far more than just the simple pain he felt when using the Heart-Cleansing Mantra; it could be fatal.

Lanling had no recollection of the names of the three supreme sealing formations. What he racked his brains to think of was a lesser-known method to break this formation.

Don't underestimate this lesser-known method!

It was experience gained by countless demons and monsters over tens of thousands of years, with the lives of countless martyrs. There were two ways to break this sealing formation: first, the blood of at least two pure yin female virgins; second, the blood of eighteen ordinary adult virgins… Among them, if the virgins possessed spiritual energy, the effect would be twice as good.

After pondering for a long time, Lanling sighed inwardly. To be honest, his curiosity about the small black cauldron was growing stronger. Something that could be sealed using such a supreme-level sealing formation was definitely a treasure of the demonic path. However, to uncover the true nature of the black cauldron, he needed to meet the two conditions mentioned above…

A pure Yin female body?

Lanling currently only knew of Qiu Yan, and Qiu Yan possessed spiritual power and a powerful magic weapon… Having had his fangs knocked out by her, Lanling dared not place too much hope on Qiu Yan. He had originally intended to seduce her, but after Ya Si's interference, Qiu Yan always treated him as a married man and deliberately distanced herself.

The second condition was even more difficult: the virgin blood of eighteen adult virgins…

Damn!

Let's not even talk about how adult virgins are harder to find in this world than three-legged frogs; even if he found them, what good would it do?

With Lanling's current strength, unless he seduced them one by one, but adult virgins are hard to find, and he couldn't afford to waste time seducing them... Lanling knew he didn't have the patience. Even if he found them all, could he really force himself on them with his current pitiful abilities?

Just as Lanling was lost in thought, tossing and turning...

Beatrice encountered an unprecedented disaster. During the practice of the miraculous technique taught by Lanling, even just a few lines of the incantation had brought her immense benefits.

In the initial practice following the incantation, the gradually thickening heat in her lower abdomen made her truly experience the benefits of this mysterious technique.

Suppressing physical pain, although it was only a temporary solution, for Beatrice, who had been tormented almost to the point of unbearable pain by that blue aura, after experiencing a moment of comfort, she immediately became addicted to the benefits this miraculous technique brought her, like an addict.

However, as she practiced the miraculous technique—the "Iron Shirt" mantra Lanling had mentioned—her body suddenly felt strange, especially after she had consumed fresh human blood…

First, her lower abdomen felt hot, which wasn't unusual; she had felt this way shortly after Lanling left and she began practicing the technique.

But when she finished consuming the blood and resumed practicing the mantra, the heat in her lower abdomen gradually developed into a general feeling of heat throughout her body.

This wasn't the worst of it; what tormented Beatrice the most painful thing was that her most intimate area began to itch. She had experienced this before, long ago, when she had just reached puberty and had boldly explored erotic literature.

Like many conservative girls, her only solution to this feeling was masturbation!

But today was different. Beatrice tried again, secretly pressing her fingers against her lower body, gently rubbing and lightly inserting them.

Unfortunately, this method, which would have been sufficient to resolve her physical discomfort in the past, was ineffective today…

The more she rubbed, the more itchy she became. That itchy feeling made her uncontrollably recall the sensations of making love with Lanling—the feeling of fullness and the pleasure of penetration. Now, these sensations attacked her reason like an addiction, gradually transforming the initial shame she felt into a desire.

This desire was a signal from her body, unrelated to any rational thought!

Although Beatrice tried her best to maintain the last shred of rationality, it was extremely difficult. To distract herself, she silently unleashed every insult she knew upon Lanling, imagining his filthy and wretched state when they first met.

Beatrice truly tried her best, but unfortunately, these thoughts only slightly extinguished her physical desires. Her eyes, however, were uncontrollably drawn to the only man beside her—Lanling!

Lanling lay on his side, the biker gang leather jacket, already a size too small, clung even more tightly to his body due to his contorted posture.

The firm pectoral muscles on his chest were clearly visible through the taut leather jacket…

All Beatrice could see was Lanling's profile, but this profile now resembled a finely sculpted statue, sharp and flawless.

At first, Beatrice had seen Lanling as disheveled and destitute, his clothes dirty and tattered, but now, while she wondered where he had gotten this leather jacket, she had to admit that it greatly enhanced the clean and presentable Lanling.

Beatrice's gaze lingered on Lanling, and gradually, she found herself unable to resist looking at his lower body.

Was it there?

That slightly bulging area… Damn it, my virginity was ruined by that place?

This thought was extremely shameful for Beatrice, but no matter how much she tried to get rid of it, she couldn't. The more she tried not to think about it, the more it surfaced.

Overwhelmed by a burning heat, Beatrice's mind was suddenly filled with those agonizing images. And what she thought she had forgotten was now vividly clear, even including the sensations she felt in her body as Lanling thrust in and out…

Thinking about it, Beatrice's breathing quickened, her eyes reddened, and a flush rose to her face.

Her physical desire, which had started as a gentle stream, seemed to gradually transform into a raging torrent.

In her embarrassment, Beatrice frantically thought of Professor Lanling's miraculous technique. If that technique could suppress such terrifying attack energy, perhaps it could also suppress this shameful feeling.

Unfortunately, if she didn't intensify her practice of the incantation, the desire would only grow stronger.

Hmm…

Beatrice subconsciously reached down, slipping her hand inside the tattered clothes covering her body. Her fingers pressed against the still-swollen edge of her private area, rubbing it hard. The sensitive reaction caused her to involuntarily let out a groan.

This feeling sent shivers down Beatrice's spine, like oil being poured into a fire; her physical desire suddenly intensified.

Beatrice stood up, her gaze fixed on Lanling, her breathing rapid, her feet moving uncontrollably.

Suddenly!

Beatrice could no longer resist the urge; the fleshy wings on her back abruptly unfurled, and as if using the last of her strength, she shot towards Lanling like lightning…

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