[Fantasy] Toothless Zombie (Complete) - 22

Chapter Five: Night-Blooming

Jasmine Around dinner time, Lanling led Fatty Long to the entrance of the Night-Blooming Jasmine Hotel. Two heavily made-up, voluptuous women immediately greeted them.

"Sir, would you like to rest? Come to our hotel, Night-Blooming Jasmine is very famous..."

one of the hot women said in a coquettish voice, clinging to Lanling's arm.

The other woman clung to Fatty Long's arm, rubbing her large breasts against his chest.

Lanling, naturally, looked down on such vulgar women. A glint of lust flashed in his eyes as he glanced at the woman, paused for a moment, and then casually pushed her aside.

Fatty Long, however, seemed rather lustful. Before becoming a zombie, he used to rely on family connections to grope the nurses in the hospital, which was quite annoying and yielded no real benefits. Even after becoming a zombie, his greed for money consumed his life, and for the moment, his lustful desires hadn't had a chance to manifest.

Fatty Long glanced cautiously at Lanling, somewhat surprised that his master would bring him here out of the blue.

Had his master become so considerate of his servant's physical needs that he'd brought him here specifically to visit a brothel?

Fatty Long kept speculating. Whatever the reason, one thing was certain: Lanling showed no intention of stopping him. This gave Fatty Long a sense of impunity, and he acted without restraint.

He chuckled, letting the hot girl cling to his arm as they walked into the hotel. During this time, the girl rubbed her breasts against him, and he, in turn, kept pinching her buttocks with his own hands. To be honest, Fatty Long, this old virgin who only knew how to grope, might not have much real experience, but after years of practicing in the hospital, touching buttocks was second nature to him.

Lanling followed behind Fatty Long, and after driving away the girl who was bothering him, he began to survey the Night Fragrance Hotel.

This hotel was the closest place to Qinglong City where demonic energy had appeared, detected by his zombie aura. Even now, the demonic energy remained, indicating that the demon he was looking for hadn't left the hotel.

In a room at the Night Fragrance Hotel, two pale bodies were intertwined, engaged in the most primal act.

The man was tall and muscular, his muscles taut with each thrust, as if he wanted to penetrate the woman's entire body. It seemed they had been at it for some time; a layer of sweat covered his body.

The woman was voluptuous and sexy, her large breasts swaying in dazzling waves, her round, pert buttocks trembling with the man's frequent, intense thrusts, changing into various lewd positions.

The sounds of flesh colliding echoed, lewd words swirling around them…

As the man thrust rapidly and powerfully nearly a hundred times, releasing his masculine essence with a muffled groan, the woman suddenly turned her head, her eyes filled with even more allure. A strange glint flashed in her eyes, and the man collapsed onto the bed, his eyes glazed open, clearly unconscious, yet his lower body remained erect.

The woman swiftly flipped over and straddled the man, taking his erection into her body, moving up and down rhythmically. A gray halo appeared on her pale skin, eerily bright in the dim yellow light.

After a moment, the woman stopped, flipped over and straddled the man's body, looked down at him, and muttered, "Useless fellow, wasting such a good body!"

She then stroked the man's face with her slender hand. His eyes darted around, gradually regaining their clarity, though his face remained pale and his gaze unfocused and weak.

The woman lay beside the man, appearing both weak and satisfied. She gently stroked his chest and said in a coquettish voice, "You rascal, are you going to fuck me to death?"

Under such circumstances, no man would reveal his weakness.

Even though this guy was exhausted, feeling completely drained and struggling to move, he still managed to control himself when he heard the woman's coquettish tone. He tried to make his breathing steady and powerful, turned his head and squeezed the woman's breast hard, laughing heartily, "If I hadn't been driving so many long-distance trips lately, I would have made sure you couldn't get out of bed today!"

The woman cursed inwardly, but pretended to be flustered, scolding, "You lecherous drivers, you're all so good, I don't know how your women can handle it."

The man said jealously, "Have you slept with many drivers?"

The woman turned over, picked up a sheet to wipe herself, glared at the man, and said, "Don't you know that I, the old lady of the Night Fragrance Hotel, only sleep with men I find attractive? Humph, the line of men outside who want to sleep with me like you could stretch from Qinglong City to Konghai City!"

When Lanling entered the Night Fragrance Hotel, he deliberately exuded a zombie-like aura the moment he stepped inside.

When the waiter arrived, Lanling didn't move an inch, simply plopping down on the lobby sofa with an air of nonchalance, his sharp eyes scanning his surroundings.

A moment later, Lanling suddenly stood up and headed straight for the stairs, instantly locating the source of the demonic energy.

The waiter, never having seen such a reckless guest, gave a signal to the men sitting nearby, and several quickly followed.

Running a hotel in a place like this, where the clientele consisted of rough, uncouth men, required some security.

Unfortunately, before they could even get close to Lanling, the notorious bully, Fat Dragon, appeared before them with a grin.

Looking at the fat man before them, these security guards suddenly felt their movements restricted, as if an invisible hand was controlling their bodies; no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't take a step, let alone move forward an inch.

Lanling went up the stairs to the second floor, the zombie aura thickening and deliberately flowing towards the innermost room.

Inside the room,

the woman suddenly jolted, her eyes widening in surprise as she looked towards the door.

A powerful energy fluctuation emanated from the woman. Even without knowing its properties, the energy carried a considerable degree of provocation.

As a member of the Demon Alliance, her operation of the Night Fragrance Inn here did not violate the rules between the Demon Alliance and cultivators/martial artists.

Although she used the men who came to her for sustenance, she was very careful and would never harm their lives.

Therefore, for many years, the Night Fragrance Inn had been peaceful. She could easily handle trouble caused by ordinary people, but cultivators and martial artists would never bother with her. Even if those men lost some of their pure yang energy, it was only because of their lust.

"Go!"

The woman suddenly sat up, completely losing the feigned helplessness she had just displayed.

The man looked at the woman in surprise and stammered, "What do you mean?"

"Leave! Now!"

the woman shouted sharply. The energy she had just felt was clearly hostile; it might be someone seeking revenge. She didn't want to risk the lives of ordinary people for such revenge, not out of pity, but because she was worried that if such a situation occurred, she would be punished by the Demon Alliance.

Lanling accurately sensed the change in the room, suddenly withdrew his zombie aura, and leisurely leaned against the door, waiting.

Such a demon was utterly insignificant to Lanling in his current state. His goal wasn't slaughter, but to find clues to Dijiang's whereabouts. Frankly, the chances of successfully gleaning information from such a low-level demon at the Night Fragrance Inn were slim, but to make contact with demons, this was currently Lanling's only option.

Just as Lanling was waiting outside, deciding how to deal with the demon here…

suddenly!

Lanling's body jolted, and he looked up. Aside from the unremarkable, old ceiling, he couldn't imagine what could possibly attract his attention.

A moment later, Lanling, emanating a heavy zombie aura, suddenly vanished.

A hundred meters above the ground, a cloud of gray mist floated and swirled.

Dijiang stood within the gray mist, waiting quietly. She had observed for a long time and found this zombie incredibly brazen.

This made Dijiang even more curious. How had Jiang Chen taught him? Hadn't he told him to be more vigilant? How come Jiang Chen wasn't afraid that this zombie would disrupt the energy balance of this world? [Gift! Human First Oil Spray Male Delay Spray External Long-Lasting God Oil Adult Sex Toy Anti-Premature Ejaculation Click to Enter] Driven

by this intense curiosity, and due to other factors, Dijiang decided to meet Lanling. She couldn't bear to watch this guy rush around like a headless fly any longer.

A crimson aura of zombie energy flashed across the night sky like lightning. Just as it approached the gray mist, the mist suddenly seemed to come alive, expanding violently and engulfing the zombie energy. "

What I sought was right under my nose!"

This was Lanling's strongest feeling at this moment. When he sensed Dijiang's call in the hotel, he was overjoyed, but when he truly felt the pressure of facing such a powerful demon as Dijiang again, he couldn't laugh. Even with his current immense strength, he was no match for a demon god like Dijiang; the overwhelming pressure still made it hard for him to breathe.

"What did Jiang Chen say to you?"

Dijiang asked directly, cutting to the chase.

Lanling paused, adjusting his emotions. He couldn't be careless facing such a powerful demon; a single wrong word could cost him his life.

"He said he wanted me to help you,"

Lanling said.

"What?"

Dijiang could hardly believe his ears. After a moment's hesitation, he said sharply, "I want you to tell the truth!"

"I'm telling the truth. The Ancestor asked me to help you..."

Lanling said without changing his expression.

Now it was Dijiang's turn to be confused. Jiang Chen's attitude towards her hadn't been very good before, always pretending to be righteous and advising her on this and that. But now, this guy was actually saying that Jiang Chen had ordered him to help her. The contrast was too great.

"Why?"

Dijiang asked in confusion.

Lanling shrugged with a smile and said, "How would I know? The Ancestor has been incredibly kind to me, like giving me a second life. I'll do whatever he tells me to do."

Dijiang sneered, "What do you zombies talk about gratitude for?"

Lanling said seriously, "That's wrong. Zombies can be good or bad. The Ancestor and I are both people who value relationships. Otherwise, why would he order me to help you? I came to this hotel today to find you. Otherwise, I really have no other choice. Tell me, what do you need me to do?"

Dijiang was completely bewildered by Lanling's serious tone. Knowing Jiang Chen as she did, she knew he was cold-blooded and cruel. His previous feigned kindness was already an anomaly, but now he had overturned his previous advice and ordered this guy to help her. It seemed he agreed to everything she did and even sent her an accomplice.

After a moment, Dijiang sneered, "What on earth is that bastard Jiang Chen up to? Fine. If that's the case, then I'll have to turn this world upside down, otherwise I'll be letting him down. He

's the one who caused all this, so no matter how bad the outcome, he'll ultimately have to bear the consequences of this morally reprehensible act!" "Since he ordered you to help me, then I won't stand on ceremony!"

Dijiang said coldly.

Lanling said, "You didn't have to stand on ceremony, but..."

"But what?"

Dijiang asked.

Lanling chuckled and said, "Although I'm following the Ancestor's orders, I'll do my best, but I have one request..."

Lanling was now certain that Dijiang wouldn't do anything to him, so he spoke much more easily.

"A request? Ha, didn't you say it was to repay a debt of gratitude? Why are you starting to ramble on and on about making requests now!"

Dijiang sneered.

Lanling said, "It's just to satisfy my own curiosity. You know, it's very torturous if curiosity isn't satisfied."

"What are you curious about?"

Dijiang asked.

Lanling said, "I've never understood this. One is the progenitor of zombies. If I remember correctly, you should be one of the Twelve Heavenly Demon Gods, right? You... how did you get involved? That Divine Tomb Cauldron..."

"No need to ask. Now you only have two paths: one is to do as I say, and the other is to let me kill you! You should know that I have absolutely no goodwill towards you zombies!"

Dijiang said grimly, a chilling killing intent emanating from him, causing Lanling to fall silent...

Chapter Six: Muddling the Waters

Seeing the sudden killing intent emanating from Dijiang, Lanling suddenly realized that the question he had just asked must have involved a secret that Dijiang didn't want to remember.

After thinking about it, even if his curiosity couldn't be satisfied, it wouldn't kill him. It seemed that if he kept rambling, Dijiang would take his life.

Anyway, his goal was to survive in the cracks, to gain more powerful benefits for himself, and to recover his strength and reach a higher level was the most important thing.

Thinking of all this, Lanling smiled and said, "Don't be angry, I won't ask anymore, okay? But there's still one question. The Ancestor told me that I can only get the answer by seeing you."

Dijiang said in a deep voice, "You really talk too much!"

Lanling said helplessly, "I can't help it, this matter is very important to me. If you don't give me an answer, there's no point in me living. You might as well just kill me!"

After a moment, Lanling was certain again that he must be of great use to Dijiang, and it seemed that no one else could do the job, because even with his shameless reply, Dijiang didn't really get angry. Instead, he endured it, and even the murderous aura from before gradually disappeared.

"What did he ask you to ask me?"

Dijiang asked.

Lanling didn't waste any words and said directly, "The source of water, the limit of fire, merciless killing, cold as an iceberg, the soul of power, the soul of stars, the extreme of lightning, the root of metal, the water of spirit, the essence of wood, the spirit of earth, the essence of wind and rain. What are these?"

As soon as Lanling finished speaking, the gray mist surrounding Dijiang suddenly trembled violently.

A moment later, Dijiang let out a series of sharp laughs, so loud that Lanling almost fell from mid-air.

"How could he even think of that? Haha! He even dared to make you ask me! Fine, since he doesn't take the Twelve Heavenly Demon Gods seriously, then I'll take a gamble with him. Jiang Chen, do you think the Twelve Demon Gods are so easy to control? The first thing the Twelve Heavenly Demon Gods will do after they are resurrected is kill you!"

Dijiang's voice was filled with soaring resentment, extremely sharp.

Lanling was startled, vaguely sensing something from Dijiang's words, but couldn't quite grasp it. He wanted to ask, but given Dijiang's intense emotions, asking now would be suicidal.

Helpless, Lanling could only suppress his curiosity and wait blankly to the side.

After a long pause, Di Jiang's resentful voice finally ceased. He coldly scrutinized Lan Ling and said, "Don't call me 'Ancestor' so intimately. You're nothing but that bastard's tool!"

To be honest, Lan Ling had long been suspicious of Jiang Chen's actions. Possessing a long lifespan, he wasn't stupid; he had already seen through the oddities. He felt nothing for Di Jiang's words. Wasn't this the reality of the world? The inferior could only be tools of the superior; being a tool was already a good thing.

"Are you sure you want to obey his orders?"

Di Jiang asked.

Damn it, Lan Ling really wanted to curse Di Jiang for being so long-winded. Why not just tell him directly? Why all the nonsense?

"Yes!"

Lan Ling said. Regardless, this was the best opportunity for Lan Ling to increase his strength. Even if he was a tool, he would accept it; he had to give it his all!

"There are True Martial Artists in this world, did you know that?"

Di Jiang said.

Lanling nodded and said, "I know, and I've already seen it."

Dijiang said, "True martial artists cultivate according to attribute classification: metal, wood, water, fire, earth, spirit... six major categories. All True Martial Academy will divide into these six systems: the source of water, the limit of fire, the root of metal, the water of spirit, the essence of wood, the spirit of earth... I suppose Jiang Chen has already taught you the Ten Thousand Life Blood Refining Curse? These six categories are for finding True Martial artists with innate attributes, absorbing their blood, and using the Divine Tomb Cauldron to extract the essence of their blood!"

"What about the rest?"

Lanling asked.

Dijiang sneered, "You can talk about this after you've obtained these things! Don't say I didn't warn you, all those who are born with innate abilities are protected by the heavens. The divine retribution you will suffer for harming living beings like this is beyond your imagination! Let me tell you another thing, the reason Jiang Chen passed all this on to you wasn't because of any bullshit feelings, but because he wanted to do it, but was afraid of damaging his own virtue! That heartless fellow seems to really want to join the ranks of the gods!"

Lanling hesitated for a moment, then smiled bitterly, "I have no choice..."

Dijiang said, "Do you know what cannon fodder is? You are."

Lanling shrugged, smiled, and remained silent. Cannon fodder it is!

The humiliating experience he had recently had made him feel like he was living a life worse than death. He would rather die than not fight for a chance to become a person of high status!

Dijiang laughed loudly, saying, "It seems your ancestor didn't leave you his intelligence. Jiang Chen is extremely treacherous, yet you willingly become cannon fodder. Since that's the case, I'll grant your wish!"

Dijiang's words severely wounded Lanling's pride. So what if she wanted to rise to power?

Damn it, let Dijiang suffer the same misfortune as me, and see if she'd still say such things.

"What do you want me to do? Just say it,"

Lanling said in a deep voice.

Dijiang sneered, "Save your life first, then ask me what I need you to do!"

As she spoke, Dijiang's gray mist condensed into a ball, flashing across the sky like lightning and disappearing instantly.

Lanling stared in astonishment at the direction Dijiang had vanished, unsure of her meaning. Just as she hesitated, she suddenly felt a surge of righteous energy enveloping her. Turning her head, she saw two beams of light, one blue and one gold, rushing towards her like lightning.

The powerful aura of a cultivator, even just enveloping him, exerted immense pressure. Lanling hesitated for a moment, initially wanting to avoid the attack, but then reconsidered and remained where he was, pondering how to deal with it. Remembering Dijiang's words, this might be a test from Dijiang.

Most importantly, Lanling thought of the demon god's bone he had secretly stolen from the Divine Tomb Cauldron. Ya Si had tried all sorts of ordinary tools but couldn't grind it; would a cultivator's sharp magical artifact be effective?

Regardless of the reason, Lanling decided to stay put.

However, Lanling didn't intend to confront it head-on. The lesson of being besieged by cultivators in his original world, causing him to shatter the void, was still fresh in his mind. He didn't want to be the kind of fool who only knew how to put on a brave face but didn't know how to conserve his strength again.

Lanling waved his hand, releasing a cloud of zombie energy. A moment later, Fatty Dragon appeared beside Lanling, straightening his clothes as he chuckled, "Master, I... I've finally lost my virginity..."

Lanling was immediately speechless. This Fatty Dragon was clearly indiscriminate in his desires!

He could actually be attracted to such a woman? Goodness, giving his virginity to a woman like that—this zombie slave's taste was truly worlds apart from his master's.

Fatty Dragon, still basking in the afterglow of losing his virginity, suddenly felt immense pressure from a distance. Even Lanling felt the pressure; how much more so him? Fatty Dragon trembled violently, looking towards the distance in horror.

"Master... what is that?" Fatty Dragon

asked in fear.

"I told you, among the groups that can threaten us, one group is cultivators!"

Lanling said.

"Then... let's run away quickly..."

Fatty Dragon cried out in alarm.

Lanling couldn't help but chuckle, wishing he could kick this guy off the spot. Damn it, he bullied the weak and feared the strong—this guy's behavior was so obvious!

Fatty Dragon might not be good at much else, but his ability to read people was absolutely outstanding. Seeing Lanling's expression, he immediately puffed out his chest and said confidently, "Master, let's go blast them to smithereens! Damn it, how dare they bully us zombies!"

Since Lanling had summoned Fatty Dragon, he naturally had his reasons. After a moment's thought, he said, "I'll go first, you stay here!"

Fatty Dragon's face immediately fell, and he said mournfully, "Master, alright then, you go first, I... I'll cover you..."

Lanling laughed and scolded, "What the hell are you thinking? I want you to stay here to resist as much as possible. Judging by their strength, they can probably spare your life for a while. Just go for it, I won't really leave, don't worry! You won't die!"

"Really?"

Fatty Dragon said fearfully.

Lanling turned his head and saw that the azure and golden light were almost within reach. He glared fiercely at Fatty Long before his body was enveloped by the pervasive zombie aura and gradually disappeared into the night sky, leaving Fatty Long standing there, his legs trembling...

Lazy Monk and Song Yunzi had finally located the source of this strange aura after searching all along.

When they flew over and saw the source of the aura standing in mid-air waiting, they couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts. Since he didn't dodge, he must have some confidence. They really didn't know what kind of existence this strange man was. He had the aura of a vampire, but he wasn't entirely one. They had previously thought that the vampire countess had mutated, but when they saw Fatty Long, they immediately overturned that idea. Even if vampires mutated, they wouldn't change their gender, right?

Especially... especially since this fat man was really ugly...

Lanling's orders could not be disobeyed. The loyalty rooted in his soul made Fatty Long hold his ground even though he was terrified.

Song Yunzi stood on a flying sword, while the lazy monk stood on a golden wooden fish.

Song Yunzi's Three Pure Ones' magical power was relatively mild, though profound, but the lazy monk's Maitreya Mantra was extremely domineering. Just looking at each other like this, the pressure seemed to contain an element of attack.

Song Yunzi looked at the fat dragon with surprise. According to his senses, even facing him directly, he still couldn't know what kind of being this ugly, fat-headed fellow was.

The lazy monk approached Song Yunzi and whispered, "Strange, is he a demon or a human? He has a hint of vampire aura, but it's more powerful and domineering than a vampire's aura, lacking that bone-chilling effeminate quality."

Song Yunzi shook his head. For many years, although the agreement between the demon realm, the cultivation realm, and the True Martial realm had prevented actual demon-slaying, surely they couldn't be unaware of the emergence of new demon species? Yet, the fact remained: facing the fat dragon, he had no idea what kind of being it was.

"What are you?"

Song Yunzi asked.

The fat dragon was incredibly cunning, fond of sneak attacks and backstabbing. Damn it, this old Taoist and bald man were already so powerful just from their auras alone; to waste time arguing with them would be foolish.

Currently, the old Taoist and bald man didn't seem to intend to attack directly, which was a perfect opportunity for the fat dragon! After

all, his master had ordered him to provoke them; his master was probably just watching from the sidelines.

There are many kinds of provocation, but clearly, the kind that doesn't back down is what Fatty Dragon needs most right now!

So, after Song Yunzi finished asking his question, Fatty Dragon's fangs appeared, and his scarlet zombie aura exploded to its maximum, sweeping towards Song Yunzi and Lazy Monk, saying arrogantly, "I'm your zombie grandpa!"

He said this, but as he spoke, he slipped away like lightning, fleeing to the side as the attack began.

For Fatty Dragon, provocation was the source of a fight; he attacked first, thus fulfilling his provocation mission. Why wouldn't he run now… did he think he was a fool?

The zombie aura, carrying a thick corrosive force, swept towards Song Yunzi and Lazy Monk like a whirlwind!

To be fair, while Song Yunzi and Lazy Monk's cultivation levels were considerably higher than Fatty Dragon's, the difference wasn't drastic.

Faced with the shameless surprise attack from Fatty Dragon, Song Yunzi roared angrily, his hand seals suddenly changing, and the flying sword beneath his feet instantly hovered in front of him. With a sweeping motion, azure light burst forth, meeting the zombie aura head -on.

Lazy Monk didn't hesitate either; his golden wooden fish-shaped magical artifact hovered above his head, and the sound of chanting scriptures began to emanate from it. Countless golden scriptures appeared in the sky, densely packed, meeting the zombie aura head-on.

The zombie aura, already inferior to the others, vanished without a trace before the flying sword driven by the Three Pure Ones Technique and the wooden fish-shaped artifact of the Maitreya Technique. In that instant, Fatty Dragon had already escaped a considerable distance. They had

initially thought it was some powerful demon, but now it seemed to be a cowardly fellow, all bark and no bite. Aside from its novel energy, its strength was nothing to worry about, and most importantly, this guy was a coward...

Song Yunzi and Lazy Monk breathed a sigh of relief, exchanged glances, and simultaneously activated their magical artifacts, transforming into azure and golden light as they pursued it like lightning.

At this moment, exorcising demons was unimportant!

Their sole focus was on unlocking the secrets of the fat dragon—a non-human creature possessing the aura of a vampire, yet not being one, was definitely worthy of their study.

Lanling concealed himself within a cloud, using the darkness of night to hide his figure without a trace.

Watching Song Yunzi and the Lazy Monk activate their magical artifacts to pursue the fat dragon, Lanling's eyes suddenly lit up. Since the demon god's skeleton couldn't be polished with ordinary tools, could these flying swords and magical treasures containing immense magical power possibly be useful?

Lanling gazed at the azure light of the flying swords in the distance, a look of covetousness appearing in his eyes.

Then, Lanling thought of a brilliant plan. Damn it, since Dijiang clearly wanted to watch the show, he couldn't let her have her way. It would be best to stir up the waters first, fish in troubled waters… which was Lanling's favorite thing to do.

Stirring up the waters wasn't difficult for Lanling; don't forget, this guy still possessed the venomous fangs of the giant python demon.

Lanling pulled the giant python demon's fangs from his robes, channeled his zombie energy, and placed the fangs where they should have been. As before, the fangs were absorbed into the empty space.

When the fangs became part of Lanling, and he channeled his zombie energy as before, the giant python demon's demonic aura instantly surged…

Lanling desperately suppressed the demonic energy temporarily, then lurked in the clouds, channeling all his zombie energy to increase his speed.

In an instant, Lanling appeared not far from the fat dragon. Just as the flying sword and golden wooden fish were about to attack, Lanling's lips moved, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of zombie blood. The blood, enveloped in zombie energy, exploded into a cloud of blood mist, enveloping the flying sword and wooden fish.

Buzz!

Zombies are inherently of extreme yin and evil, and their blood contains boundless yin and evil energy!

When the flying sword and wooden fish, imbued with righteous energy, were stained by the blood mist of the zombie's heart's blood, they trembled simultaneously. The radiant light in the sky immediately dimmed, their speed abruptly slowed, and they hummed as they fell downwards.

Lanling chuckled, opened his large hand, and simultaneously grasped the flying sword and wooden fish, shrinking them to a mere inch in size.

Song Yunzi and the Lazy Monk, who had flown in from not far away, were stunned by this sudden scene. They couldn't understand how their painstakingly cultivated magical treasures could so easily be rendered ineffective by this demonic creature, which exuded a relatively weak demonic aura, and even be taken for themselves.

Fortunately, Song Yunzi and the Lazy Monk had only used their prized magical treasures when attacking the fat dragon; if they had used their natal magical treasures, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Lanling, surrounded by the black demonic mist created by the venomous fangs, let out a series of piercing, eerie laughs.

Since he was determined to muddy the waters, he had to make the performance even more convincing!

"You fool who doesn't know your own death, daring to oppose us demons!"

Lanling said with a sneer.

Song Yunzi and the Lazy Monk exchanged bewildered glances, unable to understand what was wrong with the world. Demons were appearing without regard for the rules, and even openly provoking cultivators. What surprised them most was that this demon looked terrifying, yet his demonic power didn't seem very high. What was he relying on?

But Lanling didn't give them time to hesitate. Amidst the black demonic aura, Lanling used his venomous fangs and the Giant Python Demon's skill to spray out a large amount of venom, fanning it out towards Song Yunzi and the Lazy Monk.

The foul-smelling venom hissed in the air, rapidly spraying towards Song Yunzi and the Lazy Monk with incredible corrosiveness, and the attack area was ridiculously large.

Previously, when Lanling used the giant python demon's fangs, his own abilities were insufficient, so even though he used the giant python demon's unique skills, his strength was greatly reduced. But now it's different. Lanling's own strength has increased significantly, and now when he uses the fangs, his power is no less than that of the giant python demon at its peak.

Song Yunzi and the Lazy Monk's expressions were solemn. It wouldn't be difficult for them to avoid the venom, but what they faced was the unimaginable harm that the venom would cause to ordinary people if it spilled on the ground.

Facing this demon that disregarded the common people and used such vicious magic, Song Yunzi and the Lazy Monk roared in unison. Behind Song Yunzi, a blue light and shadow twice the size of himself appeared, while behind the Lazy Monk, a golden Maitreya light and shadow appeared!

The Three Pure Ones' true forms and the Maitreya statue, carrying a powerful and righteous aura, radiated dazzling light and swept towards the venom. With a series of soft hissing sounds, the venomous spray was swept away by the azure and golden light. The two colors of light then merged together, unleashing a powerful and relentless attack on Lanling.

Righteous energy is typically the nemesis of sinister creatures like zombies! Unfortunately, they encountered Lanling, this freak who was first incredibly unlucky, then suddenly struck it lucky!

All the righteous energy is cultivated by cultivators by absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth; its origin is the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. This spiritual energy not only doesn't harm Lanling, but he can use it to attack others, solely because of his first natal artifact, the "Candied Hawthorn."

With a contemptuous laugh, Lanling summoned his natal artifact, the "Candied Hawthorn."

The moment this strangely shaped treasure was summoned, it established a direct connection with Lanling's mind, completely controlled by his consciousness.

The "Candied Hawthorn" spun rapidly in the air, its main body, composed of three relics, frantically absorbing the azure and golden light like a dragon sucking water.

To the astonishment of Song Yunzi and the Lazy Monk, the "Candied Hawthorn," which had previously radiated azure and golden light, gradually turned blood red.

Whoosh…

With a muffled thud, the "Candied Hawthorn" released a powerful, blood-red aura like lightning, attacking Song Yunzi and the Lazy Monk like a barrage of bombs.

This bizarre and sudden attack immediately left Lazy Monk and Song Yunzi in a sorry state.

They wanted to use their magical artifacts to defend themselves, but they could sense the powerful, sinister aura emanating from the blood-red attack. They dared not use their artifacts rashly again; if they were defiled, it would be a huge loss.

With a strange laugh, Lanling activated his "Candied Hawthorn" and launched an even more powerful attack. Under the cover of the "Candied Hawthorn," he seized the moment when Lazy Monk and Song Yunzi were desperately trying to dodge and secretly used the low-level attack technique "Blood Erosion Curse" from the Ten Thousand Lives Blood Refining Curse.

A wisp of dark red zombie aura, like a needle hidden in the night, attacked with lightning speed, silently.

When using a magical artifact, the user must exert all their strength to activate it, leaving no time for anything else—this is common sense. Song Yunzi and Lazy Monk were completely focused on dealing with the strange yet powerful demon realm treasure and had no idea that Lanling could be distracted by a sneak attack.

The resentful blood energy of the Blood-Eating Curse struck the lazy monk at the front like lightning. His protective Maitreya aura was instantly corroded, offering no resistance to the curse's resentful blood energy.

With a muffled groan, the lazy monk's body trembled violently, his face turning a purplish-red, and he tumbled headfirst downwards…

Song Yunzi was shocked. Forgetting about fighting Lanling's natal corpse weapon, "Candied Hawthorn," he rushed downwards at full speed, catching the lazy monk. He glanced resentfully at the demonic energy surrounding Lanling before turning and activating his azure light, streaking across the sky.

Lanling wouldn't press his advantage; his goal was merely to muddy the waters, and now it seemed his objective had been perfectly achieved.

What delighted Lanling most was that the Myriad Lives Blood Refining Curse technique, used for the first time in actual combat, was so insidious and powerful. Of course, his natal corpse weapon was even more formidable. Although its appearance wasn't great, it was incredibly useful...

As Lanling removed the venomous fangs and the demonic aura surrounding him slowly dissipated, he turned his head and saw Fatty Long looking at him with utter admiration.

"Master... you're amazing! Can you teach me this technique?"

Fatty Long said enviously.

Lanling chuckled inwardly. Damn it, did he really think this technique was so great?

If his fangs hadn't been knocked out, he wouldn't have realized it could be used in this way. In a way, it was a blessing in disguise.

Even Jiang Chen probably didn't know that zombies, after losing their fangs, could still acquire the opponent's skills through their teeth.

In the distance, Dijiang witnessed everything that had just happened, muttering to himself, "It can actually release demonic power! That was clearly the demonic art of the giant python demon! How did this zombie do that? Damn it! Zombies are indeed the most insidious creatures, actually impersonating demons to attack cultivators. It seems that the superficial balance will no longer exist!" A

moment later, Dijiang disappeared into the gray mist...

"Master, please teach me..."

the fat dragon said obsequiously.

Lanling coughed twice and said, "Your cultivation is still shallow. Once your cultivation reaches a certain level, I will naturally teach you everything. What's the rush now!"

The fat dragon chuckled, "I also want to display my power like Master!"

Lanling chuckled smugly, saying dismissively, "Don't rush, don't rush. Follow your master, and that day will come!"

The fat dragon laughed along, his small eyes narrowing, probably already imagining his arrogant self when he was dominating the world.

"Master, where are we going next?"

the fat dragon asked.

Lanling calculated the time; it was just right. He then said, "Go do what you need to do. I have my own things to do..."

As he spoke, the zombie aura suddenly condensed, and Lanling's figure vanished.

Fatty Dragon stood in mid-air, looked down to find his bearings, and quickly flew down. He was going to complete the task Lanling had given him...

Chapter Seven:

In front of the building booked by the Light Holy Court's Cultural Relics Appraisal Class.

Students who had been on holiday for a few days arrived one after another, full of anticipation, hoping to hear their teacher describe their experiences at Tianfo Mountain.

Since Tianfo Mountain was still a closed area, they could only get snippets of information from the news. These students, who had a strong passion for cultural relics appraisal, were very glad they had enrolled in this appraisal class. When they heard that the leader of the archaeological team at Tianfo Mountain was none other than the founder of their appraisal class—Su Qingyuan—

it was definitely something to be proud of!

Lanling appeared in a small alley far from the building, straightened his clothes, and strode out of the alley towards the appraisal class's building.

"Wow, Teacher Lanling, I heard you went to Tianfo Mountain too?"

A student saw Lanling from afar and immediately came up to greet him enthusiastically.

His loud shout attracted other students passing by, with those from Lanling's class immediately crowding around, while students from other classes looked on with envy.

Lanling smiled and said, "Teacher Su will give you a lecture, sharing some key points from our archaeological experience at the Tianfo Mountain ancient temple site."

"Teacher Lanling, please tell us a bit first!"

the students said all at once.

Lanling rubbed his nose and said helplessly, "Unfortunately, your teacher has become a burden this time..."

"A burden? What do you mean?"

the students asked, puzzled.

"Teacher Lanling is sick, students, let's wait for Professor Su to speak."

Qiu Yan's voice came over, and a moment later, her slender figure walked through the crowd and squeezed to Lanling's side. She looked at Lanling with concern and asked, "Teacher Lanling, why didn't you rest more? Did you go to the hospital for a proper check-up?"

Lanling smiled and said, "I'm fine, I feel refreshed now. Qiu Yan, thank you for your concern."

Lanling was secretly overjoyed. He could feel Qiu Yan's attitude towards him gradually changing. Perhaps even this little girl herself hadn't noticed, but Lanling, this veteran of the game, seemed to be able to see the romantic scene of him successfully stealing Qiu Yan's heart and taking her to bed...

Having tasted the sweetness of creating a corpse slave, Lanling even began to wonder if he should treat Qiu Yan the same way he treated Ya Si? First rape, then create a corpse slave. But then he dismissed the idea. The virgin blood of a pure yin female body was still useful to him, but now it wasn't as urgent as before, facing such a lovely girl like Qiu Yan. He was quite willing to play a game of emotions with her.

The students began inquiring about Lanling's health. They had a strong liking for this humorous yet erudite teacher and eagerly expressed their concern.

Lanling enjoyed the scene. He didn't need to be a troublemaker in the artifact appraisal class anymore, nor did he need to worry about money. But he continued playing the role of teacher just to experience this atmosphere. Hmm… being a teacher is quite interesting, Lanling thought.

Not far away,

Ling Xue and Ya Si walked side by side. Compared to earlier that day, Ling Xue was in a much better mood. Ya Si seemed to have recovered and even took the initiative to apologize, which immediately reconciled Ling Xue and Ya Si.

However, she didn't give up her suspicions. Ya Si was a straightforward and cheerful girl, but her behavior earlier that day was too abnormal. Even though Ya Si was back to normal now, Ling Xue still felt that Ya Si was hiding something from her; something must have happened to Ya Si. What surprised

Ling Xue most was Ya Si's change in attitude towards Lanling.

Good heavens!

Previously, she had been so confident and eager to throw Lanling into prison, but now she was constantly praising Lanling, even going so far as to slander her own innocence to stop her from causing trouble for Lanling. She kept saying that her previous dislike for Lanling was solely due to her unrequited love…

As a police officer, Ling Xue had a professional instinct. Connecting all the dots, if something had happened to Ya Si, it must be related to Lanling.

Could it be that Lanling had threatened her?

The more Ling Xue thought about it, the more likely it seemed. If Lanling was indeed the criminal she suspected, such a ruthless person was capable of anything.

And she also knew that Ya Si, despite her seemingly carefree and nonchalant demeanor, was actually a very timid girl, and could very well have been successfully threatened by Lanling.

Ling Xue had tried to subtly probe Ya Si, but Ya Si didn't fall for it at all, giving the same answer to Ling Yun without showing any signs of being threatened.

Ling Xue possessed an extraordinary tenacity, which could be a rare virtue at times, enabling her to succeed in anything. However, at other times, this tenacity became an annoying trait, potentially leading her down a dangerous path.

In this matter, Ling Xue displayed the same unusual tenacity. She insisted that as long as the breakthrough was achieved through Lan Ling, bringing this villain to justice, Ya Si would be completely free from this nightmare.

Little did she know that no matter how well she behaved, the devil's hand had already reached out to her, and Ya Si beside her would be the devil's most loyal accomplice…

"Cousin, let's go,"

Ya Si whispered.

"Leave?"

Ling Xue frowned and said, "Why leave? I think this guy is getting more and more hypocritical! I'll expose his true colors sooner or later!"

"Cousin..."

Ya Si was about to speak helplessly, but was interrupted by Ling Xue

. Ling Xue frowned at Ya Si and said, "Ya Si, I'm here for you. This isn't just about getting revenge for you. I want to see how long this guy can hide!" Through the gaps in the crowd, Lan Ling also saw Ling Xue. After learning from Di Jiang that True Martial Artists had attribute classifications, Lan Ling began to wonder what attribute Ling Xue belonged to.

Unfortunately, he didn't know how to identify the classifications of True Martial Artists, otherwise, Ling Xue's virgin blood would have become the first ingredient in refining a top-grade blood pill!

In the past, Lan Ling's attitude towards Ling Xue was one of avoidance; that feeling of being a coward was truly unbearable for him.

Now it's different. His strength has greatly increased, and he just won against two high-level cultivators, causing Lan Ling's confidence to swell rapidly like an inflating balloon. He no longer cares about anything!

"Class, shall we go to the classroom first?"

Lanling said with a smile.

It was almost time for class, and after being delayed for so long, Lanling's reminder made the students surrounding him feel a little embarrassed, and they followed him into the building.

"IELTS student, Lingxue student, you're here! Hehe, Lingxue student, how was your rest?"

Lanling deliberately walked past Lingxue and said.

Lingxue rolled her eyes at Lanling and said, "I'm not faking illness, I'm always in great health."

Lanling laughed nonchalantly, "I really hope you stay healthy forever..."

As he spoke, a barely perceptible green glint flashed in his eyes.

Lingxue said meaningfully, "Don't worry, my health is definitely better than yours!"

"Haha, I hope so. Hmm, it's time for class, shall we go in together?"

Lanling laughed, giving Lingxue a clearly disdainful look before leading the group of students into the building, leaving Lingxue gritting her teeth in anger.

Lanling had now become an intractable knot in Lingxue's heart!

From childhood to adulthood, whether it was her training in martial arts or her experience as a police officer, Ling Xue's life had been smooth sailing.

However, ever since she met Lan Ling, her success has hit a snag, and no matter how hard she tries, she hasn't been able to overcome it.

"I won't let you get away with this!"

Ling Xue said fiercely. She began to consider whether to use her connections to beg Su Jianghe. With Su Jianghe's martial arts skills, he could surely cure that crazy bartender. With the bartender's testimony, Lan Ling would have a hard time escaping!

In the eastern part of Qinglong City's wealthy district, there is an extremely luxurious detached villa. The villa occupies a large area; it takes at least half an hour to drive from the gate to the main building.

This is the residence of Qinglong City's most famous real estate developer, whose real estate companies are located in many cities across Tianlong Kingdom.

On the wealth rankings of Tianlong Kingdom, Tu Kuang's name consistently ranks in the top three. He is known for his philanthropic work, having invested in and established primary schools and orphanages in numerous cities, making him a philanthropist with international renown.

However, the residents of Qinglong City know that this philanthropist has connections in both the legitimate and underworld circles. He not only enjoys a high status and great reputation on the surface, but is also the mastermind behind Qinglong City's dark forces and the true head of the Wolf Gang. The title of philanthropist he presents is merely a mask.

In the villa's first-floor hall, a luxurious crystal chandelier casts a soft glow. The decorations are not only extravagant but also tasteful; the genuine international paintings adorning the walls alone are priceless.

Tu Kuang is approximately fifty years old, tall and possesses a physique that would make even young people envious. His handsome face is remarkably well-preserved, exuding charm.

At this moment, Tu Kuang sat on a comfortable leather sofa. Behind him stood the nominal leader of the Wolf Gang, Catherine's husband, the lean guy who had once chased after her at the disco.

This nominal gangster boss, before Tu Kuang, was like a loyal dog, his sinister expression completely gone, replaced by subservience and obsequiousness.

On the sofa opposite Tu Kuang sat three blond, blue-eyed guests from the Western Continent, two men and one woman. The men were handsome and robust, the woman alluring and sexy. However, these outstanding figures wore long black robes, making their overall demeanor heavy and lacking the youthful exuberance one would expect.

Tu Kuang admired the oil painting spread out on the coffee table with a joyful expression, making clicking sounds. After a moment, he looked up and smiled, "I really don't know how to thank you three for bringing me such a valuable gift. I've been searching for this 'Salvation of the Saint' painting for a long time, and I never expected it to be in the hands of your Holy Light Court."

The handsome man who looked the oldest among the three guests from the Western Continent smiled and said, "We knew that Mr. Tu Kuang liked collecting famous paintings. In your Tianlong Kingdom's words, we've catered to his tastes..."

Tu Kuang laughed heartily, "However, I dare not accept such a valuable gift. I'm afraid I would feel unworthy."

"Please don't be so polite, just accept it with a smile,"

the handsome man said.

Tu Kuang's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he stared at him. He casually picked up a teacup from the coffee table, took a small sip of fragrant tea, and looked up, saying, "In our Tianlong Kingdom, there's a saying: 'Honest people don't beat around the bush.' The three of you have traveled a long way to this small city to find me and bring such valuable gifts. Let's just get straight to the point!"

The handsome man laughed and said, "Mr. Tu Kuang is indeed as generous as the rumors suggest. In that case, please allow me to introduce myself again. Perhaps we will become good friends in the future. You must know the strength of our Holy Light Court in the Western Continent. I believe we can be of great help to you."

Then, the handsome man pointed to a man beside him... The man and woman said, "His name is Clark, and her name is Juliet. The three of us are arbitrators from the Arbitration Institute of the Holy Light. Our purpose in coming to the Eastern Continent is to track down the whereabouts of two vampires. We hope Mr. Tu Kuang can provide us with appropriate assistance. Hehe, I know you have dealings with the Snow Wolf Gang, a subordinate of the Dark Church, but we don't care about that. I believe you will have a pleasant cooperation with us. If our cooperation goes smoothly, then you, Mr. Tu Kuang, will become the only person on the entire continent to be supported by both the Dark Church and the Holy Light..."

Tu Kuang's pupils suddenly contracted. Brown's words held a fatal allure for him.

The Holy Light and the Dark Church of the Western Continent were on par with the cultivators and martial artists of the Eastern Continent. Tu Kuang had great ambitions; he had long wanted to extend his reach from the Eastern Continent to the Western Continent. If Brown really did provide him with assistance as he said, then his development would be even smoother than he imagined.

However, Tu Kuang's current position was not obtained by chance; his success was due to his cautious approach and cunning.

He began to wonder, as Brown said, was it merely to help him track down two vampires? It didn't sound difficult, and simply helping wouldn't be enough to earn Brown's promise. It seemed there were two possibilities: first, Brown and his group had other hidden purposes; second, those two vampires were very important to the Holy See of Light!

Brown looked at Tu Kuang's expression and smiled, saying, "It seems that just last night, your gang suffered the biggest raid in its history, didn't you? Members of the Snow Wolf Gang also perished, and the fatal cause was the depletion of their blood... I want to tell you, this was done by vampires."

"There really are vampires?"

Tu Kuang said in surprise. The vampire race had been sealed away in the Wasteland hundreds of years ago, and almost everyone thought that the vampire race was just a legend. Tu Kuang was no exception.

Brown said, "If there are beings like the Snow Wolf Gang that defy human comprehension, why aren't there vampires?"

Then, Brown added, "Don't worry, after we find the vampires, we will not only wipe them out, but also return all the goods and money they plundered from you."

Tu Kuang was moved again. He asked doubtfully, "Mr. Brown, I want to know, with so many benefits you've given me, is your only goal to wipe out the vampires? If so, your last condition is enough; you don't need to give me such a valuable gift."

Brown shook his head and said, "Please let me finish. I also have a small request."

"No one accepts a free lunch. You should state your request first and see if I can fulfill it. Hehe, there's a saying, 'You can only eat as much as your stomach can hold,' otherwise you'll choke to death..."

Tu Kuang said with a chuckle.

"The ruins of the Tianfo Mountain Ancient Temple, you know, right?"

Brown said.

Tu Kuang nodded.

Brown said, "Our current Holy Emperor of the Holy See of Light is very interested in the ancient temple ruins of Tianfo Mountain. It's just a pity that it's completely sealed off from the outside world. I hope that Mr. Tu Kuang can use your powerful connections to obtain an artifact from the ruins for us, anything at all..."

Tu Kuang asked, "Mr. Brown, I've heard that your Holy See of Light is an organization with powerful supernatural abilities. Wouldn't it be easy for you to get an artifact? Why do I need to go through all this trouble?"

Brown smiled and said, "Mr. Tu Kuang, I think you've forgotten that there are True Martial Artists and other powerful figures in Tianlong Kingdom. We have an agreement..."

Brown's promise was too tempting for Tu Kuang. He looked down at the priceless oil painting on the coffee table and nodded slightly.

Brown stood up and laughed heartily, "I hope we can cooperate smoothly. By the way, regarding our arrival, we don't want the Dark Church to know. Do you understand what I mean?"

Tu Kuang said, "Don't worry, please give me a week. I will mobilize all my connections. I hope I can satisfy the Pope."

"Then let's cooperate smoothly!"

Brown extended his hand to Tu Kuang.

The two hands clasped together, signifying the beginning of the Light Church's intervention in the Eastern Continent...

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