On the streets, streetlights, greenery, pedestrians, and vehicles all blurred into straight lines, rocketing backward—the visual effect produced by Yan Renjie and Lin Tang sprinting forward. Their speed was so incredible that passersby could not even see them, only feeling a sudden gust of wind rush past.
"What… just happened?" the passersby wondered, utterly baffled.
"Damn it! Shit! Why is it like this?!"
Seeing Lin Tang closing in, Yan Renjie cursed wildly in his mind. He was completely bewildered and deeply resentful. He could not understand how this Long Tianji could possess such terrifying strength.
Didn't he just beco a Heavenly King? Am I destined to die here? No! I won't accept it!
Lin Tang, for his part, was actually quite relieved. If not for his breakthrough in martial arts to the Grandmaster level, which allowed him to forcibly rge Grandmaster-grade vigor with his Cultivation True Qi, he would not have generated a power far greater than the sum of its parts. Without it, he might very well have been cut down by Yan Renjie.
Lin Tang felt indignant as well. He had trained arduously, step by step, to get to where he was today. And Yan Renjie? Boosted by so mysterious ancient sword, he had transford in an instant from a peak Innate warrior to soone even stronger than an average Heavenly King.
Where the hell is the justice in that?
Yan Renjie did not know that Lin Tang could grow stronger through Dual Cultivation breakthroughs, nor was he aware that Lin Tang possessed the incredibly rare Innate Yang Body.
Otherwise… he would have surely scread, And you're telling you're not cheating?!
"Stop!!"
Yan Renjie suddenly halted, spinning around to hold the miniature sword horizontally before him. A shield woven from countless sword shadows instantly enveloped him.
BANG!
Lin Tang crashed headfirst into it. He staggered back several steps, his head ringing. Yan Renjie grunted and spat out several mouthfuls of blood.
"What's wrong? Giving up on running? Then you can just go to hell—"
Lin Tang began to erupt with power again.
"Wait, wait!" Yan Renjie shook his head frantically, all of his previous manic arrogance gone. He forced a sycophantic smile. "You're… Long Tianji, the Heavenly King, right? Actually, there's no grudge between us. Why must this end in death?"
"Ha?" Lin Tang scoffed. "The first thing you did was try to split my head open with that sword. If I were any weaker, I'd already be dead. You die today!"
BOOM—
A surge of energy took the form of a dragon, slamming into Yan Renjie's light shield again and again. The impacts wracked his body, forcing him to vomit more blood as his pores, like a squeezed sponge, began to ooze crimson streams.
"Are you really determined to take down with you? I have one last move: I can detonate the sword seed! When that happens, even if I die, you won't escape!"
BOOM!
"DAMN YOU, LONG TIANJI! YOU MOTHERF—"
BOOM! BOOM!
"Don't you want a miraculously powerful sword seed like mine? To be honest, there are four of them in total. I can recomnd you for the baptism, and you can receive one too—"
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
No matter what Yan Renjie said, Lin Tang continued to hamr his defensive shell like a pile driver.
Receive the baptism of the sword seed? What a joke! Not only did Lin Tang, as a Cultivator, disdain such external power-ups, but that giant mushroom-faced entity already hated his guts. If he dared to go, wouldn't it be like feeding a atbun to a hungry dog?
Blood sprayed from Yan Renjie's wounds, and his aura weakened. His eyes bulging with fury, he suddenly roared, "Lin Tang! You're the real Lin Tang! You think you've won? Hahaha, go on, keep wasting your ti with ! By the ti you get back, you'll find your wife has been tortured to death by those two perverts, Mu Fan and Yan Luoyang—"
"Hm?"
Lin Tang's brow furrowed deeply.
「...」
Inside the restroom, the light was bright and the air was quiet. The silence was broken by the TAP, TAP, TAP of footsteps as Shen Youling helped Zheng Shiyin inside.
CREAK—
A stall door was pulled open, revealing the toilet within. Zheng Shiyin lowered her head, her bangs shadowing the upper half of her face.
"Miss Shen, you don't need to use the restroom? Would you like to go together?" she asked softly.
"Uh, I don't feel the need to right now…" Shen Youling shook her head. She had not had anything to drink in hours.
"Alright then," Zheng Shiyin said with a hint of regret. "Please wait for for a bit, okay? Don't leave. I get scared when I'm alone."
"…Okay, sure."
Shen Youling blinked. She thought the other woman was acting a little strange, but did not dwell on it.
Once the stall door was closed, she walked over to the sink. As she washed her hands, she looked at her reflection in the mirror…
So beautiful!
Even she, who was long tired of her own face, could not help but admire her appearance for a few seconds.
Since she was dressed up for the occasion, her hair had been professionally styled. It was bound so tightly that her scalp had been aching faintly all night. Shen Youling tried to adjust it, only to ss it up. More and more hair ca loose, forming a thick bundle in her palm!
What's going on? Is all my hair falling out?
Startled, she quickly looked back at the mirror. She saw her reflection standing stiffly upright, staring back at her with a bizarre smile.
"!!!"
Shen Youling was horrified. A jolt shot down her spine, and her scalp prickled with terror!
WHOOSH!
Her vision blurred for an instant before snapping back into focus. In the mirror, her reflection was once again mimicking her every move and expression. The hair was gone from her hand, now sitting perfectly on her head.
Shen Youling swallowed hard. I must have seen it wrong. I've been under too much stress lately...
"Miss Shen, Miss Shen, Miss Shen…"
Zheng Shiyin's voice began to call out, starting as a faint whisper and growing louder. The calls began to overlap, sounding like multiple people speaking at once. The pitch beca strange, accompanied by a static hiss, like a radio with a bad signal.
The hairs on Shen Youling's arms stood on end. She now noticed that the bright lights were flickering, growing dim.
GUSH...
The faucet had been left on, and a stream of water, faintly streaked with blood, flowed continuously.
CLICK!
Shen Youling slamd the faucet off. Forcibly suppressing the urge to flee, she asked, "What… what's wrong?"
The stall was silent for a few seconds before a ghostly voice drifted out. "I'm out of paper. Could you bring so in for ?"
The voice was normal again, the pitch restored. The lights also returned to their bright, warm glow.
"Okay."
Shen Youling rubbed her eyes, realizing her feet had gone numb. She stomped them lightly a few tis, then tore so tissues from the dispenser and walked toward the stall door.
The closer she got, the heavier her steps beca, as if the smooth floor had warped into twisting ripples that made her sway, nearly causing her to fall. A wave of dizziness washed over her, the world spinning as a powerful nausea churned in her stomach. Her ears filled with a cacophony of faint, chaotic whispers.
I feel awful. What's happening to ?
Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of sothing out of the corner of her eye. In the gap under the stall door, sothing was writhing, climbing. It looked like human fingernails, scratching relentlessly.
The next instant, a bloodshot eyeball rolled across the floor, its black pupil fixed on her.
"AHHH!!!"
Shen Youling nearly went mad with fear and turned to run.
"Paper! Give the paper!!"
BANG!
The stall door exploded. Endless strands of mycelium shot outward like a swarm of locusts, spreading like layers of a fishing net to envelop Shen Youling.
The figure that erged from the stall was not Zheng Shiyin at all. It was Mu Fan, who had replaced her at so point. His face was half male, half female, and he spoke in a crazed, overlapping male-female voice.
"Hee hee hee, where can you possibly run?"
「...」
Lee Encai was a local. She had been to this concert hall many tis and was very familiar with its layout. She knew a shortcut to get outside without having to waste ti pushing through the crowd.
Because Lin Tang had perford multiple Yijing Cleansings on her, her physical strength was now comparable to an athlete's, allowing her to run quite fast. In the blink of an eye, she was outside.
The feeling of panic intensified. She just knew it. Yan Luoyang was definitely nearby. And Lin Tang had been lured away by Yan Renjie's trick!
I can't panic. I absolutely must not panic!
Lee Encai took a deep breath, clutching the Hui Snake Talisman tightly in her hand. She did not know which direction Yan Luoyang was in, so she could only rely on her instincts and keep running.
CRUNCH!
While running, she accidentally stepped on sothing. Looking down, she saw it was an insect. It was flat and oozed a green fluid. Before she could react, she was stepping on more and more of them.
"Oh my god!"
Lee Encai realized that crawling insects were everywhere, forming a cage that blocked her path in every direction.
Yan Luoyang ripped off a new mask, revealing his ghastly, mummified face. "Lin Tang? No, you're not him. You're my fiancée, Lee Encai..."
As he grinned, two deep, sunken cavities appeared on either side of his skull-like jaw. Beetles scuttled in and out of the holes.
"Blegh—"
Lee Encai nearly vomited up last night's dinner. She raised the talisman high. "Don't co any closer, or I'll blow you to bits!"
Yan Luoyang stopped in his tracks, his eyes filled with deep apprehension. At the sa ti, he looked hurt. "But I'm your future husband. How can you treat like this?"
He sighed, looking to the sky. "Perhaps it's true that only my lovely heart-eating insects will never betray . In that case, I'll just have to turn you into a brood nest..."
As he retreated, the swarm of insects surrounding Lee Encai surged toward her, a terrifying, crawling wave.
Lee Encai scread and squeezed her eyes shut, detonating the talisman without hesitation.
A flash of silver-white light exploded outward. Every insect within a ten-ter radius was instantly incinerated to ash. Unfortunately, Yan Luoyang had retreated too far. Aside from stirring up the painful mory of the last ti he was blasted, he was completely unhard.
Seeing the talisman's power fade, he rushed forward with a sinister laugh, his ghoulish claws reaching for Lee Encai's neck. "Now let's see you escape!"
Then, he saw Lee Encai pull out another talisman.
Yan Luoyang's expression froze.
FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK
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