[Fantasy] Toothless Zombie (Complete) - 17

Chapter Three: The Big Gossip

In a short time, Lanling felt as if he had been reborn.

Feeling the powerful demonic energy surging within him, and the suffocating space around him loosening its confinement due to the collision of the demonic energy, he gained a slight sense of relief. At that moment, a flash of inspiration struck Lanling: "Damn it, maybe I won't die!"

Under the threat of death, all his worries vanished!

Lanling seized the moment when the demonic energy surged most intensely, jerking his body violently. Crackling sounds echoed as his bones popped. Amidst the intense pain, he had regained his hard-won ability to move.

Ignoring everything else, Lanling quickly pulled out the small black cauldron from his robes, looked at the somewhat surprised mysterious man, and grinned almost ferociously, "Didn't you want this?!"

As he spoke, the zombie aura in Lanling's eyes intensified. He frantically channeled all the energy he could muster, attacking his heart.

*Pfft…

* Attacked by the zombie's energy, Lanling's face turned deathly pale. He coughed up a mouthful of the purest blood from the zombie's veins, the blood mist enveloping the black cauldron. A startling sight appeared:

After absorbing the zombie's blood, the intricate patterns on the cauldron's surface—the lines that formed the top-tier sealing formation—came alive, swirling with a crimson glow.

Holding the black cauldron in his hands, Lanling suddenly felt a familiar energy surge into his body. The warm current eased the pain in his already damaged meridians. "

Damn it!

It…it's actually the purest zombie energy…"

Lanling stared blankly at the black cauldron, his mind reeling.

He had only recognized it as a top-tier sealing formation used by cultivators, and had been racking his brains trying to figure out how many pure yin female bodies' blood he needed to break it. Now it seemed that although it was a cultivator's formation, the energy that activated it was zombie energy.

Lanling immediately realized that this small black cauldron was definitely a treasure belonging to a zombie, or more precisely, its previous owner must have been a zombie.

At this moment, the surprise and shock in Lanling's heart were indescribable!

He had always considered himself, while not a peerless talent, certainly among the best in the demon world, but compared to the owner of the small black cauldron, he was far inferior. To be able to use zombie energy to activate a cultivation array that was fundamentally incompatible with his own… tsk tsk… this was something Lanling couldn't have imagined before.

But now, he had no time for praise or shock. The mysterious man's eyes were clouded with black mist, and two swirling black holes appeared in his pupils, staring intently at the colorful cauldron in Lanling's hand.

Suddenly!

A radiant glow appeared on the small black cauldron, and the light condensed into a human shape before it…

Lanling stared wide-eyed at this scene, his outstretched hand trembling slightly. Good heavens, this was too damn astonishing!

It was clear that the mysterious figure was also stunned by the scene before her. The cold, murderous aura in her eyes slowly vanished, replaced by a distinctly resentful expression. In that instant, Lanling noticed that her eyes were so clear and captivating, possessing a dazzling beauty…

The human figure formed from condensed light, aside from the dazzling light that made it seem illusory, was incredibly realistic. Lanling could even clearly see the individual strands of hair behind this figure.

“Jiang Chen…”

The mysterious figure murmured the name, her gaze dazed, as if in a dream.

Boom!

Lanling was stunned once again!

He had experienced far too many shocks in this short time! Lanling was no exaggeration to say that if he didn't have the steely, unbeatable heart of a zombie, he would probably have a heart attack right now.

Jiang Chen?

Holy crap!

This name was far too familiar to Lanling.

Or rather, it was familiar to any zombie.

The progenitor of zombies, the root of all zombies, a being revered by all corpses. More than ten thousand years ago, when Jiang Chen existed, zombies could practically roam the three realms, and even the gods dared not provoke them.

Later, Jiang Chen mysteriously disappeared, and the zombie world lost its pillar of strength, but gained a legend that would be passed down forever…

If it weren't for holding the small black cauldron in his hands, Lanling would have wanted to rub his ears hard to see if he was hallucinating from his recent injuries.

Was it just a coincidence of names?

Or was he just overthinking things?

All the mysteries appeared in his mind, and Lanling wished he could immediately drop the cauldron and run to the light and shadow to take a closer look.

Unfortunately, he didn't dare. The mysterious person who had almost killed him had temporarily put aside his murderous intent because of the appearance of the light. If he really released the cauldron and caused the light and shadow to disappear, then his life would probably be immediately taken by the mysterious person.

If today is a day Lanling will never forget, and the lingering shock will affect his future life, then the shock is far from over…

“Dijiang, we meet again…”

The voice of the figure in the light had a unique magnetism, yet it seemed to come from a very distant place.

Damn it!

Just when the zombie progenitor Jiang Chen appeared, now Dijiang has appeared…

Heavens above!

Earth below!

Strike me with lightning and see if I’m dreaming!

Lanling cried out inwardly, “What is this all about?” Dijiang, the name wasn’t unfamiliar to him, but if Jiang Chen was a legend, then Dijiang was a figure from a myth.

In legend, Dijiang was one of the twelve Great Heavenly Demon Gods, but in the legends, Dijiang was described as having a human face and a bird’s body, with six claws on his chest and abdomen—a monstrous existence.

Although the mysterious figure before him was shrouded in mist and not clearly visible, he could still vaguely make out a human shape…

Lanling comforted himself, thinking that this Dijiang might just be a coincidence of names. Besides, legends are just legends, unverified investigations.

So, he pricked up his ears, carefully holding the small black cauldron, and began to listen to their conversation, hoping it would bring him unimaginable gains.

“I left a bit of my divine consciousness in this Divine Tomb Cauldron. I thought that perhaps one day you would see it, but I never expected it to be in this way. You encountered a second zombie besides myself, and awakened my divine consciousness with zombie blood, but instead of you returning to the cauldron to meet me…”

Jiang Chen’s laughter was bitter.

“Why should I go back! You left me, did you want me to go back to being a lonely tomb keeper like before? What right do you have to say such things to me? I’m afraid you’re already traveling the vast universe, or have found a new love in another time and space!”

Dijiang said fiercely.

“Dijiang, you know I won’t find a new love. With you, we’ve already made many mistakes,”

Jiang Chen said with a bitter smile.

"Ha? Ridiculous! I've become your excuse for making mistakes!"

Di Jiang said with a sneer.

"My way of speaking is wrong, but that's the truth, you can't deny it!"

Jiang Chen said, "Why won't you listen to my advice? You should understand, I'm doing this for your own good..."

"Stop your fake kindness! Jiang Chen, the progenitor of zombies, actually has a heart? What a joke!"

Di Jiang sneered.

Jiang Chen smiled bitterly and said, "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have obtained the Divine Tomb Cauldron, and I shouldn't have broken the seal on it out of curiosity..."

Di Jiang suddenly interrupted Jiang Chen, saying, "And you shouldn't have slept with me, right?"

Holy crap!

Lan Ling felt a jolt run through her body, wanting to shout wildly, "Gossip, huge gossip!"

The progenitor of zombies, Jiang Chen, actually slept with Di Jiang, one of the Twelve Heavenly Demon Gods! This was simply an unprecedented event, something even the most imaginative demons and immortals wouldn't dare to imagine.

Suppressing her excitement, Lan Ling listened even more intently to their conversation.

Jiang Chen smiled bitterly but remained silent, his movements from behind seeming to be staring at Di Jiang.

"Listen to me, return to the cauldron. Our existence will disrupt the energy balance of this world. We shouldn't belong to any world,"

Jiang Chen said softly.

"That was you, wasn't it? I can't do that. A wisp of my divine soul was sealed in the cauldron by you. Do I have the ability to disrupt the balance now?"

Di Jiang said resentfully.

"Sealing a wisp of your divine soul was for your own good. I was afraid you would destroy this world, and even more afraid that after you destroyed this world, those guys over there would destroy you..."

Jiang Chen said earnestly.

"I've already been destroyed, and the one who destroyed me was you!"

Di Jiang's voice suddenly became sharp, venting immense resentment.

Then, Di Jiang said sternly, "Jiang Chen, I, Di Jiang, never expected that the first man I ever fell in love with would be such a heartless and ungrateful bastard like you!"

"If cursing me can make you feel a little better and give up your current crazy behavior, then curse me all you want,"

Jiang Chen said helplessly.

Di Jiang suddenly laughed loudly and said, "Curse you? Even if your true form were in front of me right now, and I were asked to kill you, I wouldn't be interested! I have things I want to do more." " Dijiang

, don't be so stubborn,"

Jiang Chen said.

"Either you return in your true form now and kill me. Anyway, I've lost a wisp of my divine soul, so I'm no match for you. Otherwise, just mind your own business. We have no relationship now; if we meet again, we'll be enemies!"

Dijiang said coldly.

"Defying the will of Heaven is your own doing!"

Jiang Chen said solemnly.

"Haha... Jiang Chen, are you out of your mind? What right do you have to say such things to me? You're a zombie, a zombie that's escaped the Three Realms and the Six Paths. Isn't your existence defying fate? How laughable!"

Di Jiang sneered, "Let me tell you, no matter what the consequences, you'll be held responsible. You're the root of all this!"

Jiang Chen was speechless. Perhaps because he felt guilty, he couldn't withstand Di Jiang's fierce words filled with resentment. After hesitating for a moment, he sighed and said, "If you return to the Divine Tomb Cauldron, I'll take you away immediately. We'll never be separated."

"Too late!"

Dijiang said bluntly, "I have no goodwill whatsoever towards someone like you who can help outsiders seal their own descendants. I've said it before, if we meet, we'll be mortal enemies. Your only option is to kill me now, otherwise, one day, I will kill you!"

Jiang Chen sighed and said, "As long as this wisp of my divine consciousness remains, you should know that you will never obtain the Divine Tomb Cauldron. Without the Divine Tomb Cauldron, you can't do what you want to do!"

Dijiang laughed, "Then let's try!" "

It seems my luck is better. I was worried before that it would be difficult to break your seal, but now I've found a way..."

Dijiang said. Jiang

Chen was a giant zombie god, the progenitor of all zombies. Not only did zombies bow down, but even gods feared him. Wherever he went, he was met with respect and submission. How could he have ever been subjected to such repeated insults? Even with immense guilt in his heart, the zombie's cold-hearted nature made it impossible for him to remain submissive. He coldly snorted and said, "You will not succeed!"

With that, Jiang Chen's luminous form slowly turned to face Lanling.

Lanling's eyes widened, seizing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to firmly imprint this ancestor of his in his mind.

When Jiang Chen faced Lanling, Lanling could hardly believe that this handsome young man, even more beautiful than most women and appearing to be only twenty, was actually the ancestor of zombies—Jiang Chen!

Merely meeting his gaze, Lanling felt a warmth coursing through his body. It was as if, through this simple exchange of glances, Jiang Chen had transferred pure zombie energy into Lanling's body, instantly erasing his previous pain.

Lanling had lived for over three thousand years, making him a millennium-old monster.

Yet, facing Jiang Chen, he felt an overwhelming tension and trepidation, like a child.

"How did you get to this space? You seem incredibly weak, yet you managed to shatter the void?"

Jiang Chen laughed.

"Uh..."

Lanling's face flushed red, and he stammered without speaking. Even zombies have a sense of honor. If he were to face his ancestor and say that he was beaten into this place by humans, that would be too damn shameful.

"Are you willing to help me?"

Jiang Chen asked.

Lanling immediately nodded repeatedly, saying, "Yes, yes..."

"Jiang Chen, you don't expect such a piece of trash to protect the Divine Tomb Cauldron, do you?"

Di Jiang sneered.

Jiang Chen said, "Di Jiang, with my divine sense here, how confident are you in snatching the Divine Tomb Cauldron back from him? And let me tell you, if you try to take it by force, this wisp of my divine sense is enough to destroy the Divine Tomb Cauldron!"

Di Jiang exclaimed in surprise, "The Divine Tomb Cauldron is an ancient artifact. If you want to destroy it, you will be destroying ten thousand years of accumulated virtue! You should know that at your current level, the cultivation of virtue is much more important than the cultivation of energy."

"Ten thousand years is nothing. Ten thousand years may be a little hard for me, but how important is it? Losing these ten thousand years of virtue, I'll find something interesting to do in the next long ten thousand years, and I won't be as bored as I am now,"

Jiang Chen said casually.

Then, Jiang Chen laughed arrogantly, "Jiang Chen, the progenitor of zombies, do you think I really care about those things?"

Even Lan Ling was secretly astonished by these words. It was hard to believe that this arrogant man had just been acting so guilty and humble...

Tsk tsk... The progenitor is indeed the progenitor!

Even his inherently cold-hearted nature has been passed down to the zombies.

Recalling the beautiful female demons and monsters Lanling had abandoned or who had fed on his blood, Lanling felt a surge of pride. It seemed he had truly inherited the entire legacy of the Zombie Primordial, down to the very nature of the creature.

Besides ,

what zombie had ever truly cared about women?

Even the zombie slaves he created were merely servants used in times of peace, and cannon fodder used as shields in times of crisis.

Their cold-blooded, heartless existence was, after all, understandable.

Dijiang laughed coldly, but her laughter was filled with endless sorrow. She had finally recognized the true nature of zombies, and the anger in her heart was indescribable.

However, not to mention that a wisp of her divine soul was sealed in the Divine Tomb Cauldron, even at her peak, how could she be a match for the Corpse King Jiang Chen? Even

ants know to cherish their lives!

Not to mention that she, a Heavenly Demon God who had cultivated for ten thousand years, if she had hatred, how could she take revenge without life?

The deeper the love, the deeper the hatred!

Dijiang could no longer speak. Her heart was extremely cold and disheartened. She laughed coldly three times, turned into a cloud of mist and disappeared instantly, leaving behind a sky full of resentment and hatred, which lingered in the air like a cold wind.

After Dijiang left, Lanling, gazing intently at Jiang Chen, wished he could capture every single change in the ancestor. He keenly noticed a hint of relief flash in Jiang Chen's five-colored eyes…

As Dijiang departed, the surrounding space suddenly opened up, a gentle evening breeze blowing, and the sky dotted with stars.

Lanling felt as if his body, previously gripped by a pair of giant hands, had been suddenly released, and every cell in his body seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Put the Divine Tomb Cauldron back into your bosom!"

Jiang Chen said coldly.

Lanling hurriedly nodded and placed the Divine Tomb Cauldron back into his bosom. The moment he did, Jiang Chen's image suddenly burst forth, countless points of light distorting the surrounding space before vanishing in the blink of an eye.

Lanling stared in astonishment at everything, still reeling from the shock, when he heard Qiuyan cry out in alarm from nearby, "Teacher Lanling, what's wrong?!"

Lanling instinctively looked over and saw reality unfolding before him. The space created by Dijiang had completely vanished, while the campfire nearby still burned brightly. Qiuyan was running towards him, screaming in alarm. Other experts and scholars, led by Su Qingyuan, also rushed over anxiously. Only Ya Jie and her daughter Ling Xue remained by the campfire, observing coldly.

Since Lanling didn't know what kind of virtual scene Dijiang had created appeared to outsiders, he panicked upon seeing Qiuyan and the others approaching. He looked down at the bloodstains soaking his chest, feeling incredibly uneasy, unsure how to lie.

"Teacher Lanling, what... what happened to you?"

Qiuyan looked at Lanling with a pale face.

Su Qingyuan asked urgently, "Lanling, what's wrong? Why did you suddenly vomit blood?"

The other experts and scholars were also discussing amongst themselves. From what they were saying, Lanling realized that, in their view, he had been sitting there perfectly fine, but suddenly he vomited blood...

In his panic, Lanling suddenly activated his zombie aura, turning his face as pale as paper. He forced a smile and said, "It's nothing,

just an old ailment." This excuse was simply lazy. By saying it was an old ailment, he could avoid the hassle of explaining if anyone asked. As for the future, he could at least familiarize himself with pathology before spouting nonsense. Otherwise, he didn't know what kind of illness could cause someone to suddenly vomit blood.

The words "old ailment" stunned everyone.

After a moment, those experts and scholars who usually looked down on Lanling all cast pitying glances at him, shaking their heads and sighing, showing great sympathy.

Qiu Yan gasped, looking at Lan Ling with a pity far greater than anyone else's. Her beautiful eyes instantly reddened, glistening with tears that streamed down her face.

"Teacher Lan Ling, what exactly is wrong with you? Why haven't you mentioned it before?"

Qiu Yan said sadly.

Lan Ling felt a headache coming on. He thought to himself, "If I could make up an illness, would I need to use my old ailment as an excuse?"

But seeing Qiu Yan's genuine concern, he couldn't help but feel a surge of secret joy. A woman's overflowing sympathy was a perfect opportunity to take advantage of her vulnerability. This was a lucky break; now he finally had a way to use her.

Lan Ling smiled weakly and said, "It's nothing, really. I just need to lie down for a while. Don't worry."

"Lan Ling, haven't you ever been to the hospital for a checkup? Why haven't you told me you have this kind of illness!"

Su Qingyuan suddenly said in a low voice, his aged face stern.

Lanling was startled and said in a low voice, "Elder Su, I'm sorry to have worried you! Don't worry, I won't hold the team back."

Su Qingyuan glared at Lanling and said angrily, "You think I'm afraid you'll hold the team back? You're so young, yet you're so irresponsible with your health. Even if you're a genius, what's the use if your body collapses!"

After saying that, Su Qingyuan seemed to realize that his attitude was too harsh, and sighed softly, saying, "When we get back, I'll have your older brother Su take a look at you."

Qiu Yan's pretty face immediately lit up with joy upon hearing Su Qingyuan's words.

In this era, although incurable diseases existed, there were very few that even a seasoned True Martial Artist couldn't cure. Someone like Su Jianghe, if he really wanted to save someone's life, would always find a way unless that person was truly terminally ill.

Moreover, Qiu Yan thought that even if Su Jianghe didn't put in the effort to treat Teacher Lanling, she could still swallow her pride and beg her master, Song Yunzi. Either way, Lanling's chances of survival would increase several times over.

"Teacher Lanling, go back to your tent and rest,"

Qiu Yan said with concern, going over to help Lanling.

Just then, an expert said, "Let's help him to the fire first. The mountain wind is too cold; perhaps warming him up will help."

Qiu Yan quickly nodded, going over to support Lanling's arm and carefully guiding him towards the fire.

Lanling felt incredibly happy at that moment!

He was now closer than ever before, their bodies touching. Feeling the softness of Qiu Yan's small hands through her clothes, smelling her faint fragrance in the evening breeze, Lanling finally understood why so many people liked to play the victim.

(Banana and jackfruit!)

If he had known this would happen, he should have pretended to be crippled to approach Qiu Yan from the beginning…

Supported by Qiu Yan, Lan Ling felt as if he were intoxicated in a dream. Turning his head, he saw that exquisitely beautiful face and the concern shining in her bright eyes. This feeling was the most comfortable Lan Ling had ever experienced in his three thousand years of life. Compared to this moment, what did his previous luxurious and comfortable life matter?

Zombies are cold-blooded!

But not heartless. If they were truly heartless, Jiang Chen and Di Jiang wouldn't have such an entangled feud.

Lan Ling felt the same way at this moment. Supported by Qiu Yan, in a certain instant, he suddenly felt that perhaps his deliberate approach to Qiu Yan now wasn't just for her pure yin body. At least, he could now guarantee that if he obtained Qiu Yan's virginity, he would never drain her blood like he had with other women before.

She is mine… She must become my eternal corpse slave! Lan Ling said to himself again.

Sitting by the fire, the leaping flames brought Lan Ling boundless warmth, and he truly felt much more comfortable.

Having just been overwhelmed by Di Jiang's immense power, he now realized he was drenched in cold sweat, the sticky bloodstains on his body causing him considerable discomfort.

"Hmph, as expected, evil begets evil..."

Ling Xue glanced at him coldly and muttered under her breath.

Others might not have noticed, but Lan Ling's hearing was extremely sharp. He heard Ling Xue's gloating. Although he was pretending, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger, secretly cursing, "Wait till I become your cheap father, then I'll really mess with you!"

Ya Jie was not far from Lan Ling. She didn't pretend much, and her occasional glances at Lan Ling revealed a clear malice.

It's estimated that they just saw Lanling suddenly vomit blood and started complaining about why this demon hadn't just died from vomiting blood already.

Taking advantage of everyone's inattention, Lanling suddenly met Ya Jie's gaze. The moment their eyes met, a lewd smile appeared on Lanling's lips. Seeing this, Ya Jie couldn't help but tremble, her eyes instinctively avoiding his gaze, no longer daring to look at Lanling.

Regardless of their intentions, the sympathy shown by the experts and scholars afterwards still made Lanling quite fond of them, at least his impression of them improved a lot.

Some brought hot water, some brought some food, and some inquired about Lanling's condition, fully demonstrating a team's concern for its members.

Although it was probably Su Qingyuan's assignment, it was already quite an achievement that someone had done it...

Chapter Four: The Blood Refining Curse of Ten Thousand Lives.

Lanling didn't want to be the center of everyone's attention. Besides, there had to be an end to pretending; if he kept pretending, it wouldn't be good for him.

After a moment, he calmed his breathing, and his face began to regain its color.

After he repeatedly explained that it was just an old ailment and that he was no longer seriously ill, Su Qingyuan and Qiu Yan carefully examined his complexion before feeling slightly relieved.

As long as Lanling didn't flare up again immediately, there would always be a way later.

As things stood, if something were to happen to Lanling now, it wouldn't be something they could handle.

"Lanling, once we arrive at Tianfo Mountain, I will immediately notify the staff to examine and treat you. The underground environment is harsh, so you shouldn't participate in this archaeological excavation for now. I have to consider your safety,"

Su Qingyuan said seriously.

"Old Su, it's alright, I'm really fine..."

Lanling became anxious upon hearing this and hurriedly tried to explain.

Su Qingyuan waved his hand and said, "It's settled then. You're still young, you'll have plenty of opportunities in the future. Why force yourself like this! Don't say anything more!"

Seeing that Su Qingyuan's mind was made up, Lanling couldn't change his mind.

Thinking about it again, if he didn't go underground with the group, he would have a better chance to slip away from the staff and do what he wanted, which would be much easier.

Ah… Ya Jie felt absolutely no sympathy for Lan Ling. This wolf in sheep's clothing had his most hideous face exposed before her. If it weren't for her own reputation, Ya Jie would have exposed him immediately.

Seeing everyone's concern for Lan Ling, and Lan Ling looking so pitiful, Ya Jie felt utterly disgusted. She deliberately yawned, stood up, and said indifferently, "I'll go in and rest first."

The night was cool and still.

Gradually, everyone went into their tents. It was late, and even with the full moon in the sky, the moonlit night was enchanting, but no one had the energy to appreciate it anymore.

After Lan Ling's repeated persuasion, Su Qingyuan also went into his tent.

But Qiu Yan was no use no matter what she said; she stayed outside, her concerned eyes probably fearing that Lan Ling would have another attack and vomit blood.

Ling Xue was also outside, even though she was exhausted, she still didn't go into her tent.

For some reason, even though she didn't have any solid evidence of Lanling's crimes, this seemingly ordinary man often gave her a strong sense of danger—a professional instinct honed from years of police work.

Whether her intuition was right or wrong, she couldn't bear to leave Qiuyan alone with such a dangerous guy. Although

Ling Xue knew Qiuyan wasn't an ordinary person, after knowing her for so long, she knew Qiuyan was innocent and lively, without a trace of guile. Especially since this guy, through some unknown means, had somehow won Qiuyan's heart.

Whether out of duty as a police officer or out of her personal relationship with Qiuyan, Ling Xue felt it was her responsibility to protect Qiuyan's safety.

Such a beautiful moment, a perfect time for romance!

But that annoying Ling Xue showed no sign of leaving, acting as a super third wheel, causing Lanling to curse her inwardly, thinking, "Don't be like Ling Xue!"

Since there was no chance to be alone with Qiu Yan anyway, and he didn't want to endure Ling Xue's suspicious gaze anymore, especially since too many shocking things had happened tonight, he wanted some time alone to process it all.

"Qiu Yan, thank you for your concern. It's late, go inside the tent quickly, we have to travel tomorrow,"

Lan Ling said softly.

"Teacher Lan Ling, then let's go in together,"

Qiu Yan said softly, looking at Lan Ling with concern. "I'm a little worried about you being outside by yourself."

Lan Ling smiled, gazing at Qiu Yan, and said, "Even if my hidden illness relapses, I think I will call your name when I die..."

These words had a double meaning; one was that he could call for help in time, and the other was reflected in Lan Ling's eyes. His eyes, sparkling with affection, made Qiu Yan's face suddenly turn red, her heart pounding like a deer.

"Qiu Yan, let's go back quickly! Good people don't live long, but evil people can live for a thousand years,"

Ling Xue said sarcastically.

Lanling, who already disliked her, retorted, "Miss Lingxue, I really don't know why you keep ruining my reputation like this. As a police officer, don't you know there's a law? I'll consider filing a complaint against you!"

"Whatever!"

Lingxue said coldly.

The atmosphere between the two immediately became tense. Qiuyan hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Sister Lingxue, let's go back quickly. Why are you always targeting Teacher Lanling? He's a patient..."

Then, without further ado, she pulled Lingxue towards the tent, turning back to Lanling as they left, saying, "Teacher Lanling, if you feel unwell, please call me immediately."

Lanling nodded and said, "Don't worry! I'm fine."

Inside the tent.

A row of sleeping bags lay on the ground.

These sleeping bags were specially made for wilderness survival, with excellent breathability and an automatic temperature-regulating function.

Sleeping inside was comparable to sleeping in a comfortable bed.

The experts who had entered the tent earlier had already crawled into their sleeping bags, zipped them up tightly, and drifted off to sleep. Occasionally, a few snores could be heard; it was unknown how many of them were having a good dream.

Ling Xue frowned as she looked at the sleeping bags on the ground. Among them, two empty sleeping bags were clearly visible, each bearing the names of Ling Xue and Qiu Yan, but they weren't placed together. Just

as Ling Xue was about to choose her empty sleeping bag, she noticed two strands of hair peeking out from the zipper of the already used sleeping bag next to hers. The hair appeared brown in the dim light, clearly belonging to Ya Jie.

It seemed that Ya Jie had put some thought into arranging Ling Xue next to her while sleeping. Although they couldn't have any further contact, being able to sleep close to her daughter for a night might be a comfort to her.

As for Qiu Yan's sleeping bag, someone had placed it side-by-side with the one bearing Lan Ling's name.

Qiu Yan smiled indifferently and said, "Goodnight, Sister Ling Xue."

Anyway, the sleeping bag was very thick, and it was as if the two of them were living next door. Although Lan Ling next door was a man, Qiu Yan didn't dislike Lan Ling, and in such a harsh environment in the wild, she couldn't be too picky.

Ling Xue felt a strong aversion. After hesitating for a moment, she stepped forward, forcefully pulled up her sleeping bag, walked to Lan Ling's sleeping bag, and kicked it into a corner. Then she placed her sleeping bag next to Qiu Yan's, smiled with satisfaction, and crawled into her sleeping bag, zipping it up.

Qiu Yan had already crawled into her sleeping bag; thanks to the good soundproofing, she didn't notice Ling Xue's actions...

Outside the tent.

The campfire gradually died down.

Lan Ling stared blankly at the remaining embers, everything that had happened that night flashing through his mind like a movie.

Jiang Chen... Di Jiang... Shenzhong Ding...

What exactly happened?

Jiang Chen suddenly disappeared; where did he go?

He said he needed his help, but what exactly did he need help with?

Just as Lan Ling was racking his brains, the Shenzhong Ding in his arms suddenly trembled. He hurriedly took out the Shenzhong Ding, and as soon as he did, Jiang Chen's multicolored image appeared before him.

"My child, are you confused?"

Jiang Chen gazed at Lan Ling, smiling faintly.

Lan Ling hurriedly stood up and greeted Jiang Chen with the highest honors a zombie could bestow. Jiang Chen waved his hand and said, "No need for such formalities."

"You...you are really the Corpse King Jiang Chen? The Ancestor?"

Lan Ling asked, then immediately wanted to slap himself. How could he have asked such a stupid question?

Jiang Chen smiled, and suddenly, a powerful zombie aura arose out of thin air, sweeping over Lan Ling like a tornado. Within this tornado-like zombie aura, Lan Ling gained immense benefits. Although his fangs had disappeared, and his available energy was limited, in that instant, his limited energy miraculously increased by a level.

Such powerful zombie aura, which could be freely manipulated with just a wisp of divine sense—besides Jiang Chen, Lan Ling estimated that even the highest-level Golden-Toothed, Golden-Armored Corpse in the zombie world couldn't do it. For a moment, how could he dare to have the slightest doubt?

"You have a lot of zombie energy within you, but it's malfunctioning. My child, how did you lose your fangs?"

Jiang Chen laughed.

Lanling immediately felt his face burning and stammered out the reason.

Jiang Chen laughed heartily and said, "In our long lives as zombies, women are definitely the best playthings for amusement. You're lucky to have encountered a pure yin female body, but your fate is shameful. Haha, I never thought my descendant would have his fangs knocked out for coveting a woman."

This opportunity was a once-in-a-lifetime chance for Lanling!

The progenitor of zombies, the incomparably powerful Jiang Chen, was right in front of him. Lanling's eyes darted around, and he asked in a mournful voice, "Ancestor, save me..."

Jiang Chen smiled and said, "Of course I will save you. My true body is far beyond countless dimensions. Even for me, it would take at least a hundred years to traverse numerous dimensions to return to this one. But the matter here needs me to resolve it. By the way, what's your name?"

"My name is Lanling,"

Lanling hurriedly replied.

"Lanling... Hmm, not a bad name. Lanling, now that you've come to this space and become the second zombie after me, you will become my representative in this space, handling the matters I need to handle. Of course, your current strength is far too weak. The most important thing right now is to improve your strength. Otherwise, not to mention Dijiang, even her many demons could easily kill you,"

Jiang Chen said.

Then, he added, "Lanling, do you know what's most important to us zombies?"

"Fangs!"

Lanling replied decisively. Damn it, he had been ruined by fangs, so this was a no-brainer.

Jiang Chen laughed, "Only one point is correct. Fangs are indeed the hub of our energy circulation, but the most important thing isn't them. How can the hub in an energy chain be more important than the source of energy?"

"The source?"

Lanling was taken aback. In his view, cultivating zombie energy was an instinct of zombies after awakening. Zombie energy had already begun to circulate within the body; all that was needed was to gradually increase the energy through cultivation methods.

"Hmm, the source, blood!"

Jiang Chen said in a deep voice.

"Fresh blood?"

Lan Ling exclaimed in surprise.

Jiang Chen nodded and said, "Can zombies live without blood? Although the dependence on blood will gradually decrease as energy increases, that only means that you previously drank other people's blood to refine foreign blood into energy. Reducing your dependence on other people's blood means that the energy of your own blood is already in excess. You must convert the energy of your own blood before you will crave fresh blood again."

"If you don't drink fresh blood, how many days can you last?"

Jiang Chen asked with a smile.

"A month... ten days at most now..."

Lan Ling said, scratching his head.

Jiang Chen said, "Don't even mention you, even I need to drink blood every now and then. The difference between us, due to the strength of our energy, also means that the blood can store energy for a different time. You can wait a month, which means that every time you drink fresh blood, it takes you a month to digest the energy in the blood..."

Then, Jiang Chen laughed and said, "Feeling confused? Hehe... It's been too long since I've communicated with anyone, so my speech is becoming long-winded and difficult to understand. In short, the source of our energy is fresh blood, and the true method for enhancing our energy is blood refining!"

"Blood refining? Blood refining technique?"

Lan Ling said subconsciously, as if the word "blood refining" only had the name "blood refining technique" in his mind.

"Blood refining technique? Haha... This is not a blood refining technique. You still practice such a low-level spell?"

Jiang Chen laughed.

Lan Ling couldn't help but secretly click his tongue. Low-level? It's long been lost, it's become a legendary and powerful technique, but in Jiang Chen's words it's become a low-level spell that's not worth mentioning.

"Lanling, listen carefully. In the coming time, I will teach you the most fundamental cultivation method for zombies: the Myriad Life Blood Refining Curse!"

Jiang Chen said solemnly.

Upon hearing Jiang Chen's words, Lanling immediately perked up his ears, suppressing his elation, and listened respectfully.

Through Jiang Chen's explanation, Lanling learned about the miraculous effects of the Myriad Life Blood Refining Curse. Cultivators, like True Martial Artists, pursue physical energy; some absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, focusing on harnessing its power, like True Immortals.

But regardless of their approach, they all overlook the most important thing: blood!

True Immortals cultivate their primordial spirit, while True Martial Artists cultivate their physical body, using it to break through the void.

As Jiang Chen said, in the eyes of the so-called orthodox cultivators of Lanling's original world, zombies were on par with demons, their cultivation merely demonic magic. They were unaware that zombies, since Jiang Chen's time, had already established their own sect, and in terms of the profundity of their cultivation methods, they were absolutely no less than those cultivators.

It's a pity that with Jiang Chen's departure, the cultivation methods were gradually lost.

Furthermore, zombies have always been regarded as demons by cultivators, and over time they've come to see themselves as monsters, losing the arrogance and aloofness Jiang Chen possessed.

A true cultivator, as long as their primordial spirit remains intact, can possess another body and be reborn, their lifespan seemingly endless. And if a zombie cultivates its essence well, as long as a single drop of blood remains, that drop can reshape its body and allow it to be reborn. In this sense, no matter how powerful the enemy, it can always protect itself.

This single characteristic was enough to make Lanling ecstatic. If he had already mastered the Myriad Life Blood Refining Curse, he wouldn't need to fear Dijiang. The shedding of so much blood meant Lanling's vitality was limitless. Even if Dijiang destroyed his body, the blood flowing into the soil could, in time, reshape him and allow Lanling to reappear in the world.

Of course, if it were merely about strong self-preservation, Jiang Chen wouldn't have called it the number one cultivation method for zombies!

The Myriad Life Blood Refining Curse also possessed powerful offensive capabilities, able to extract the opponent's preferred energy from their blood. Although Lanling could simulate some attacks using zombie energy, it couldn't compare to the Blood Refining Curse—that was energy replication!

As Jiang Chen explained, Lanling also learned that zombies could forge weapons, and these weapons were generally insidious and domineering. While other cultivators' magical weapons attacked the physical body, these weapons attacked the soul and nascent soul, making them extremely vicious and impossible to defend against.

However, the cultivation method of the Myriad Life Blood Refining Curse is extremely complex. Even with Lanling's amazing memory and good comprehension, he couldn't grasp its true mysteries in a short time, only understanding a few superficial aspects.

Fortunately, Jiang Chen didn't intend for Lanling to memorize it quickly. This kind of method emphasizes comprehension; rote practice would only harm him.

"Lanling, where are your fangs?"

Jiang Chen suddenly asked, "You didn't throw them away, did you?"

Lanling hurriedly shook his head, taking out the two fangs he had lost from his robes. Now, the fangs had been missing for too long and had turned a strange blackish-gray.

"It's good you didn't throw them away. You should know that although these fangs have no effect on your energy, they are the best material for refining corpse artifacts. You can refine them into your natal corpse artifact, and if you succeed, it will be incredibly powerful."

Jiang Chen took the fangs, glanced at them, and then tossed them back to Lanling.

Next, Jiang Chen explained the method of refining corpse artifacts to Lanling in detail. Lanling's eyes lit up, eager to try it out on the spot.

Unfortunately, his current abilities were limited, and he couldn't use the ghost fire necessary for refining corpse artifacts. He would need to find a graveyard and borrow the ghost fire there to succeed.

Jiang Chen and Lanling talked for a long time, but it all revolved around cultivation techniques, without mentioning a single word about Di Jiang.

Although Lanling was very curious about what kind of help Jiang Chen needed, he didn't want to ask since Jiang Chen wouldn't say. After Jiang Chen's divine sense returned to the Divine Tomb Cauldron, Lanling stayed outside for a while, carefully recalling the cultivation method of the Myriad Life Blood Refining Curse, before turning and walking back to the tent.

The Myriad Life Blood Refining Curse required a large amount of blood as a catalyst, but Lanling didn't care. Zombies were inherently fierce and ruthless beings; when had he ever heard of a kind zombie? Even if there were, they would have long since died in the cruel competition of the zombie world!

At this moment, the sky was already tinged with the first hints of dawn. This night held extraordinary significance for Lanling. Thanks to Jiang Chen's instruction, his unfortunate luck had finally turned around. It seemed that as long as he worked hard, reversing his bad luck and regaining his former strength was just around the corner.

Upon entering the tent, the light inside had almost died out, growing increasingly dim.

Looking at the sleeping bags scattered haphazardly on the ground, Lanling couldn't find his. The only spot was empty. "

Damn it, am I supposed to sleep on the ground?" Lanling cursed inwardly.

Reluctantly, he had to make do. It wasn't that he was sleepy; on the contrary, he was incredibly excited and couldn't possibly sleep.

But dawn was approaching, and he needed to at least create the illusion that he had slept there.

Otherwise, he would have to fabricate another story.

Lanling walked to the empty spot and lay down casually. Although there was no sleeping bag on the ground, there was a layer of moisture-proof tarpaulin, so he didn't feel uncomfortable.

"Damn it, it's so hard..."

Lanling tossed and turned, the hard ground making him very uncomfortable, especially after seeing the comfortable sleeping bag beside him, which only made him more resentful.

Suddenly!

Lanling took a deep breath, his keen sense of smell allowing him to detect a familiar, delicate fragrance.

His eyes suddenly lit up as he looked at the sleeping bag beside him...

A strand of brown hair was inconspicuous in the dim light, but Lanling's deliberate observation revealed the identity of the sleeping bag's owner.

Haha...

Ya Jie!

That biased and protective beautiful professor...

Looking at that strand of hair, a lewd smile crept onto Lanling's lips. Ling Xue, you like to go against me, don't you? Well... my chance to be your cheap father has come...

Lanling moved closer and closer to Ya Jie's sleeping bag, his hand slowly reaching out.

Although he had considerable experience in field archaeology, a whole day's hike on the mountain was still quite a burden for a woman. So much so that after Professor Ya Jie entered the tent and carefully arranged the sleeping bags, she originally wanted to savor the feeling of having her daughter so close, but because Ling Xue didn't come in for a long time, she became sleepy in the warm sleeping bag and drifted off to sleep.

As a woman who knew how to take care of herself, Ya Jie had a regular schedule and never slept in. She exercised in the morning, so although she was still in the sleeping bag, her biological clock had shifted her from deep sleep at night to light sleep, and she was not far from waking up naturally at her usual time.

Through the sleeping bag, she vaguely felt a hand on her body.

"This girl, why didn't she even zip up her sleeping bag properly? Just like when she was little, she can't sleep still..."

Ya Jie slowly opened her eyes. She wanted to open the sleeping bag and see how her daughter was sleeping, but she was afraid that Ling Xue was not sleeping soundly and that her movements would wake her up and make her angry.

In the dark sleeping bag, she felt those hands slowly moving over her body.

This struck her as odd. If Ling Xue was asleep, why would she make any movements?

If she wasn't asleep, and she didn't know who was beside her, how could she be groping around randomly?

Ya Jie remembered that after everyone entered the tent, she kept the names on the three sleeping bags except for those belonging to Ling Xue, Qiu Yan, and Lan Ling; the other names had all been torn off.

*Rip...*

With a soft sound, the zipper of Ya Jie's sleeping bag was pulled open a crack, and a hand deftly slipped inside.

Before Ya Jie could react, the large hand had already swept across her face, swiftly grabbing her breast.

*Ah...*

Ya Jie let out a soft gasp, abruptly unzipping the sleeping bag, only to see, in the dim light, that devilish smiling face beside her—not the Ling Xue she had imagined.

The devil didn't seem flustered at all, just grinning lewdly, his large hand relentlessly kneading her high, full breasts through her clothes.

Good heavens!

With so many people in the tent, how...how could he dare do such a thing!

Ya Jie's fear at this moment was indescribable. She desperately hugged her arms, trying to free her breasts from the devil's clutches.

Having witnessed the steamy scene in the car, Lan Ling already knew Ya Jie's weakness, and now he was even more unrestrained.

He approached Ya Jie with a wicked smile and said in a soft voice, "There are a lot of people here, you don't want to wake them up, do you? Your daughter seems to be not far from you..."

Ya Jie's pretty face turned deathly pale, her expression one of panic and shock, yet she dared not speak, only shaking her head frantically.

Lan Ling sneered, "What are you pretending to be so righteous for? Didn't you already touch me in the car? Let me tell you, Ling Xue isn't a deep sleeper. If she wakes up and sees this, even if she beats me up, she'll still think you and I are having an affair, right? Beat me up, then what about you? I think she'll never want to look at you again in her life..."

"No...please..."

Ya Jie pleaded, looking at Lan Ling, her voice barely audible, her eyes darting around as if she were even more worried than Lan Ling.

Lan Ling said viciously, "I was just touching you, I've already touched you, what's wrong with touching you a little longer? Who told you to have such tempting breasts? If you keep doing this, I'll have to get serious..."

Lan Ling deliberately used vulgar language towards this woman, firstly to give himself a thrill, and secondly to humiliate this arrogant, unreasonable, and cowardly woman.

Lanling's movements were a little more forceful than before. He abruptly pulled his hand free from Ya Jie's arm, then grabbed her collar, saying, "If I tear it open, guess how many people will wake up? Tsk tsk... Your bra is still in my arms. I'll use it as evidence of our affair!"

"Let go!"

Lanling glared fiercely, tightening his grip on Ya Jie's collar slightly.

Ya Jie's body trembled, her arms instinctively loosening, her beautiful eyes closing tightly, tears streaming down her face...

Lanling chuckled, saying, "I'm just touching you. I promise, it'll make you feel very comfortable."

As he spoke, Lanling slowly and deliberately pulled open Ya Jie's collar. He was just trying to scare this weak woman; he wouldn't dare to use force.

Her breasts, unbraced, sprang forth the moment the zipper was unzipped, pink nipples adorning her fair skin, sparkling alluringly like rubies in the dim light.

If Lanling had merely been rudely humiliating Ya Jie in the car, now he was an unprecedentedly gentle rapist. Lanling was intimately familiar with women; he could be the most refined gentleman, and simultaneously, an unforgettable conqueror in bed for any physiologically normal woman.

For over three thousand years, ever since he gained power, his life had never lacked women.

With those women, he honed the most skillful and sophisticated techniques of seduction, and was intimately familiar with the distribution of every woman's erogenous zones. He could even sense the intensity of a woman's desire through the tremors of her skin with the touch of his fingertips.

He was the darling of harlots, and the nightmare of virtuous women!

In the car, although Lanling didn't really tease Ya Jie, his reactions alone revealed her weakness. He knew that while Ya Jie might be chaste at heart, her body was parched, and any provocation could ignite a desire to be cultivated.

His palm gently caressed Ya Jie's full breasts, his fingers slowly tracing circles on her pink areolas, his touch just right, each stroke enough to shake Ya Jie's soul.

Ya Jie's body tensed, her hands gripping the edge of the sleeping bag tightly. She bit her lower lip hard, trying to use pain to drive away the shameful, itchy sensation.

Suddenly!

Ya Jie's eyes widened, her lips parted slightly, almost letting out a moan. Looking down at the nipple Lanling was gently pinching, she looked at him pleadingly.

"You're feeling good, aren't you? Relax, relax. Since you've already endured all this, it would be foolish not to enjoy the pleasure..."

Lanling's voice was extremely soft, yet it possessed a strange, seductive power. A bluish light flashed in his eyes, as if imbued with magic.

Under Lanling's eerie gaze, Ya Jie's eyes became somewhat glazed, and her breathing became slightly rapid.

Taking advantage of the situation, Lanling slid his hand down, completely unzipping Ya Jie's clothes, and his hand slipped inside her waistband...

"No..."

Ya Jie suddenly snapped back to reality. Her lip movements revealed her refusal, but seeing Lanling's threatening gaze, she remained silent.

Damn it! This damn sleeping bag is such a nuisance...

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