Chapter 2115 - 2112: Looked Down Upon

Ling Xuefei’s face flushed. Though crude, his words made sense.

"Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking." Xu Wendong played with the Three-Life Stone Fragment in his hand, "The aphrodisiac has long been lifted, you were entirely willing afterward. As soon as I’m done, you might just immediately turn hostile."

Ling Xuefei’s thoughts were seen through, and she said in shame and anger, "I am the Holy Maiden of the Great Thousand Ming Sect. If you don’t return the Three-Life Stone..."

"And if I return it, will you stop hunting me?" Xu Wendong interrupted her: "I even took your first time, you probably wish you could cut me into a thousand pieces."

As he spoke, his hand reached into Ling Xuefei’s lapel, pulling out the Storage Bag: "Consider these as compensation. The acupoints will release themselves in two shichen. Farewell, my dear Holy Maiden."

Ling Xuefei was dumbfounded.

She looked somewhat stunned at Xu Wendong’s hurried departure, her lips slightly parted and eyes filled with disbelief.

A few strands of hair, loosened by the previous intense action, fell on her still-flushed cheeks, and faint red marks remained on her snow-white neck.

Soon after, her face showed a look of shame and anger.

"Bastard!"

"How dare you toy with me!"

"You took my body, then the Three-Life Stone Fragment, and now even my Storage Bag!"

"You... bastard!"

Ling Xuefei shouted, her voice trembling slightly.

She tried to struggle to her feet only to find her entire body weak, unable to do anything but watch Xu Wendong’s figure disappear into the distance.

Her lapel, disheveled from their entanglement, revealed a patch of fair skin.

In two shichen, even as strong as Ling Xuefei was, it was unlikely she could catch up to Xu Wendong.

However, once Xu Wendong had completely left, Ling Xuefei’s face returned to calmness.

She lightly bit her lip, her eyes flickering with a complex expression.

She sighed softly, then looked in the direction Xu Wendong had left, speaking faintly, "You really don’t know the trouble that Three-Life Stone Fragment brings."

"It’s just as well giving it to you, I am safer."

"But as for you next, you might find it hard to survive."

Ling Xuefei said as her jade fingers unconsciously twirled a strand of hair.

Recalling the earlier intimacy, her fair cheeks once again flushed.

The unprecedented pleasure made her body tremble slightly, and there was still a lingering tingling between her legs.

"You rascal, don’t let me find you, otherwise..."

"Otherwise, I’ll drain you dry!" Ling Xuefei said with a flush, her voice with a hint of playful reproach.

She attempted to move her fingers, finding the acupoints still sealed, and could only lie there helplessly waiting.

...

Xu Wendong activated the Dark Dragon Roaming Step, fleeing quickly.

Fine beads of sweat dripped down his forehead, and his shirt was soaked through with sweat.

The wind whistled by his ears, and he dared not pause.

Though he could immobilize Ling Xuefei for two shichen, who knew if she had some formidable means to track him?

So he nearly exhausted all his Soul Power just to escape.

Once two shichen had passed, Xu Wendong confirmed he had reached a safe place.

He leaned against an ancient tree, gasping for breath, his chest heaving violently.

Only then did he notice the faint fragrance from Ling Xuefei lingered on his robe.

This time Xu Wendong took out Ling Xuefei’s Storage Bag.

It was a delicately crafted bag, embroidered with intricate patterns, soft and smooth to the touch.

He intended to see what treasures might be inside this woman’s bag.

Xu Wendong held the Storage Bag and then suddenly unleashed a burst of Soul Power.

The blue-green Soul Power flowed over the surface of the Storage Bag, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, with no response.

"Boy, don’t bother. You can’t possibly open the Storage Bag."

The voice of the Painting Saint emerged, turning into a ghostly figure accompanying Xu Wendong.

The elder in the figure stroked his beard, his eyes slightly mocking.

"Why?"

Curious, Xu Wendong asked, his fingers trying a few more times in unwillingness.

"That woman is probably a master of the Nether River Realm Ninth Layer; her power far surpasses you by two Great Realms. Hoping to open her Storage Bag is just wishful thinking."

The Painting Saint explained, the figure gently swaying in the air.

Xu Wendong’s pupils contracted. The Painting Saint had discerned the woman’s Cultivation Level, precisely the Nether River Realm Ninth Layer.

The so-called Nether River Realm was a step beyond the Ghost Control Realm.

Legend spoke of a giant Nether River above the Netherworld.

Cultivators could perceive the power of the Nether River, leveraging its mysterious rules to enhance their own strength.

This Great Realm’s experts possessed strength beyond imagination.

Far beyond what the Ghost Control Realm could compare with.

"Good thing I ran fast." Xu Wendong took a deep breath, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

He recalled Ling Xuefei’s graceful figure and captivating beauty, involuntarily swallowing.

"You’ve gained quite a bit this time, also obtaining a Three-Life Stone Fragment. It seems your fortune isn’t shallow."

...

After three days of travel, Xu Wendong continued using the Dark Dragon Roaming Step to hurry along.

His boots were covered in dust, and the hem of his robe was torn in several places by brambles. Finally, he arrived outside the county city.

The scale of the county city was immense, with towering city walls standing like mountains.

The grey-blue bricks of the walls were marked with the trace of the years, and patrolling soldiers on the walls looked as small as ants.

Xu Wendong walked toward the city gate, using the Face-changing Technique, and his facial muscles wriggled slightly, quickly transforming into an ordinary face.

Even his aura became obscure and murky.

Sure enough, he passed through the city gate smoothly, entering the city directly.

This county city was indeed livelier than Black Tiger City.

Streets buzzed with noise, and the sounds of vendors calling out were endless. The people coming and going mostly had steady auras, carrying the unique presence of Tongyou Realm experts in their movements.

Unfamiliar with the city’s situation, Xu Wendong found a lavishly decorated inn to stay in.

"Waiter, a suite." Xu Wendong approached the counter, lightly tapping the table with his fingers.

"Oh, esteemed guest, where are you coming from?" The waiter hurriedly came forward to greet, his eyes swirling as he assessed Xu Wendong.

With a smile on his face, his eyes showed a hint of scrutiny.

"Why do you need to ask someone’s origin to stay?"

Xu Wendong frowned, his fingers unconsciously tightening around the Storage Bag at his waist.

"So you have no origin?" The waiter heard this and instantly turned cold.

He pursed his lips, his attitude noticeably cooler.

He waved dismissively, saying, "Go, go, we don’t serve you here, try elsewhere."

Seeing this, Xu Wendong’s face also turned cold.

He narrowed his eyes, his aura slightly sinking.

"Clap!"

Xu Wendong threw the Storage Bag, slamming it onto the table.

The bag’s opening loosened, and the Nether Crystals poured out with a clatter, piling into a small mountain on the tabletop, roughly estimated at least several hundred thousand.

"Are these enough for a suite?" Xu Wendong asked coolly, his expression indifferent.