Fan Wubing replied, "It just suits perfectly."
"Are you having any difficulties in cultivation? I noticed you reached the Peak of Nascent Soul as soon as you arrived. Haven’t you made any progress since then?" Zhang Yi was concerned about his level of cultivation.
Fan Wubing smiled, "Maybe my aptitude isn’t quite enough. But everyone is helping guide , so you don’t need to worry, Chief."
"Qin San is quite good at guiding. You can seek her out."
"Yes, Third Sister has helped a lot."
"And... Zhao Qi." Zhang Yi’s voice beca sowhat elusive, "She’s also very adept at making people stronger."
Zhao Qi?
Fan Wubing was sensitive to this na.
Zhao Qi’s approach to making people stronger was simple – "live in the mont." In the peak of joy, progress indeed could be swift. That’s also the purpose of dual cultivation techniques. Zhao Qi evidently mastered a high-level dual cultivation technique, and Fan Wubing had heard Chen Si, Qi Wu, Lin Liu, and Tian Ba ntion that she was particularly skilled in soul unification.
Fan Wubing said, "I understand."
"She has another skill." Zhang Yi barely moved, "She can find all sorts of diseases within a person’s body and soul. Several hidden ailnts among us were discovered by her. So, if you’re unsure about your own hidden illnesses, you could also seek her help."
"Thank you, Chief. I’ll consider it."
"Don’t consider it." Zhang Yi’s tone was compelling, "I’ll decide for you, let’s do it today. Examine your hidden ailnts, and at the sa ti, get your cultivation to break through. Staying too long at the Peak of Nascent Soul in the Abyssal Prison could lead to problems."
Fan Wubing’s breath slightly halted, "Chief, what do you an?"
"Co in." Zhang Yi said.
As soon as the words fell, the door was pushed open from outside.
Zhao Qi walked in gracefully. She was the epito of allure, wearing nothing but a lotus skirt that started from her left shoulder, wrapped around her chest twice, and was lightly fastened around her right hip.
Fan Wubing’s face darkened, imdiately understanding the situation.
He glared at Zhao Qi, "This is your plot?"
Zhao Qi giggled, "What is Little Brother Jiu talking about? What plot, sister doesn’t know. Sister only knows that the Chief has given a task today, and I should complete it well."
"Despicable!"
The insult was a sensory pleasure for Zhao Qi.
She folded her arms, her face showing so indulgence. She was a person without sha, living for such a purpose — it was her nature, and also her only ailnt.
Therefore, Fan Wubing knew that relying on words was useless, it would only indulge her further.
What puzzled him was Zhang Yi’s intention? Could it really be out of goodwill, letting Zhao Qi help him break through and check for hidden ailnts?
Impossible!
If Zhang Yi had that intention, it would an he wasn’t fit to be the prison chief, just a thorough glutton. He must have other motives!
But no matter his motive, Fan Wubing would never let them succeed.
Even though he lived in the Cultivation World, Fan Wubing never considered himself overly pious, but his principle was that relationships should be with those who matched.
"Chief, are you serious?" Fan Wubing gazed indifferently at Zhang Yi.
Zhang Yi’s eyes, buried under fat, were full of amusent, "What, unwilling?"
Fan Wubing said, "I haven’t fallen to the point of indulging with such a woman."
"Did you co to the Abyssal Prison to uphold boundaries?"
"Then I want to know if I have no choice but to accept?" Fan Wubing asked.
"You must obey ."
Zhang Yi was the king of the Abyssal Prison.
"Even with unreasonable demands?"
"In the Abyssal Prison, I am the only law." Zhang Yi wasn’t looking down from above; his body was just too massive that even reclining, he overlooked everything.
Fan Wubing laughed, "Indeed, Chief’s words sound like concern for . But, I refuse."
"Why!" Zhao Qi couldn’t hold it any longer.
Fan Wubing looked at her indifferently, "Because I don’t like you."
It was a statent.
It was stating a fact, without needing any emotion.
To like... was a luxury and distant concept to Zhao Qi. The only liking she knew related to desire; wanting was liking. She also understood the "like" Fan Wubing referred to – one of the most unique and elusive forms of love within the universal principles that made the world spin. It originated from the soul, from will.
Zhao Qi was originally beautiful, at least externally alluring and captivating.
But now, even the appearance turned ugly. Her features twisted almost grotesquely, her body rapidly aged, the smooth and supple skin shrank with wrinkles, and every hint of natural allure left her.
She lost all attraction.
"Ah!"
Joy to Zhao Qi was the breath, the essential condition of living. Once deprived of joy, the vitality withered.
In an instant, she looked like an old hag, "My body!" she scread, all her enticing features turned hideously ugly.
Fan Wubing remained unchanged, "No wonder this kind of thing is sweet to you."
"Chief!" Zhao Qi desperately appealed to Zhang Yi.
Zhang Yi suddenly found it all aningless. He didn’t care how Zhao Qi turned out, as he only needed her capability of soul unification. But he cared about his authority. Wu Jiu, this newcor in the Abyssal Prison for only two months, dared to defy him like this. It was intolerable, a cri warranting punishnt.
His entire flesh quivered, and Fan Wubing instantly felt nurous invisible hands seize him from all directions, firmly restraining him.
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