“Wu…” Bei Gongzheng was crying, her soft weeping like the blood-curdling cries of a nightingale, her sorrowful sobs like falling flowers drifting in flowing water. Reality was always so cruel. She wanted to maintain her last shred of dignity, but her sensitive body felt like a spring pond, soft and helpless, collapsing into the arms of that lecherous wolf!
Qiao San had triumphantly passed the “Gender Trial,” but the battle for life and death allowed him no moment to catch his breath.
“Woo…” Beigong Zheng wept, her low sobs resembling the mournful cry of a cuckoo, her sorrowful weeping akin to the flowing of fallen petals; reality was always so cruel. She wanted to maintain her last shred of dignity, but her sensitive body felt like a spring of water, softly collapsing into the embrace of the big, lecherous wolf!
Qiao San had triumphed in the “gender test,” but the battle of life and death left him no room to catch his breath.
In mid-air, Xiao You floated, surrounded by hatred, step by step treading the old path of her mother. The dragon orb spun around the ghostly figure, and the stunning female ghost chanted incantations, unleashing her divine powers, her voice cold and deliberate: “Nine Netherworlds—open, souls of the dead—command!”
A chilling wind suddenly arose, and though it was not yet deep winter, the earth was already freezing cold. In almost the blink of an eye, the world had turned gray and gloomy.
A bizarre change occurred—three fox demon corpses that had long been dead suddenly sprang to life, their bodies filled with deathly energy as they lunged at Da San!
“Demon corpses, possession by demon souls!” A series of unfamiliar terms flashed through Qiao San’s mind. Knowledge from the ghostly scriptures made his face pale, and his hands loosened, causing the soft, long-legged beauty to slip like water to his feet.
A clear awareness of his own strength left Da San with only one thought—escape, escape immediately, bravely flee before the demon corpses tore him apart!
The first demon corpse pounced, but the scoundrel had already transformed into a shadow in time, disappearing into the earth, vanishing from the physical space.
The second demon corpse had already lunged past, but it suddenly twisted, and with a “crack,” it forcibly changed its trajectory, snapping one of its own bones in the process, yet it showed no sign of pain.
After paying a heavy price, the demon corpse stomped down hard, and the shadow that had been trying to flee was instantly forced back into its original form.
Qiao San, who had just entered the mystical arts, was still a novice. With his powers broken, his mind was thrown into chaos. When the third demon corpse lunged at him, Da San had no choice but to swing his sword and stab at the opponent’s chest.
“Thud!”
The dull sound of flesh colliding sent dust flying. The sword pierced through the demon corpse as easily as if it were tofu, but it was Qiao San himself who suffered the heavy blow.
Qiao San was sent flying by the demon corpse, rolling several times before standing up, disheveled and covered in dust. Shaking his head, which was filled with stars, a stream of blood accompanied a muffled groan of pain.
Being immortal didn’t mean he couldn’t be injured or feel pain. At this moment, the immortal Qiao San was in excruciating pain from the demon corpse’s impact. What shocked him even more was the change in the demon corpse—the hole he had stabbed with his sword was still there, but not a single drop of blood had appeared, and the demon corpse moved as nimbly as ever.
“Roar!” The beastly roar echoed in the throats of the three demon corpses. Under the command of their master, Xiao You, they lunged at Qiao San from three directions, claws bared, determined to tear their enemy apart.
“Ah!” The sharp, melodious scream naturally didn’t come from the burly Da San. In the chaos, the goddess hunter, who had just lost her modesty, was unfortunately caught up in the battle.
Da San, relying on his limited powers, managed to barely hold his ground, but the long-legged beauty who had just lost her virginity became a lamb to the slaughter. The demon corpses didn’t care whether their prey was male or female—any living thing that stood in their way was to be torn apart!
The mindless demon corpses easily knocked Beigong Zheng down, but this gave the precarious Qiao San a sliver of hope. The cunning scoundrel wouldn’t let such a heaven-sent opportunity slip by. He shrunk his body and darted through the gap like a nimble cat.
The gust of wind from the claws brushed past the back of his head. The lucky scoundrel, having escaped the encirclement, leaned slightly forward, his feet pushing hard against the ground, all his strength gathered in that instant.
“Ah—”
At that very moment, just as the fortunate one seemed about to escape once more, Beigong Zheng, hanging by a thread, let out an unprecedented scream.
“Sigh…” A thousand thoughts flashed through Qiao San’s mind in an instant. His helpless sigh was filled with regret, angry at himself for not being truly wicked, for not being able to be completely cold-blooded and ruthless!
Amidst the swirling dust, the goddess hunter’s pupils dilated in an instant, the demon corpse’s claws rapidly filling her field of vision.
It’s over! I’m dead!
In her extreme terror, Beigong Zheng inexplicably “calmed” down. In that split second, she thought of many things—all the thoughts she usually kept hidden, memories that seemed to have vanished… they all flashed before her eyes!
Finally, as the claws were about to tear through her throat, Beigong Zheng “awoke,” both physically and mentally. She was truly a woman, a complete woman, a little woman who needed to rely on someone in times of life-and-death crisis!
Woo, who can save me?!
Perhaps the heavens heard her lament, or perhaps fate was playing a cruel joke. At this delicate moment, an unexpected savior appeared in her vision, entering her life.
Claws, deathly energy, gusts of wind, fiery shadows… in the chaos, Beigong Zheng didn’t know what was happening. All she knew was that her powerless body trembled and she was suddenly in a warm and safe embrace!
Her heartstrings stirred, and the joy of being saved from the brink of death played a subtle melody in the long-legged beauty’s heart. Her eyelids lifted along with her question—who would risk so much to save her? Who would be her destined savior?
“Ah! Scoundrel Three, is it you?!”
After the initial shock, Beigong Zheng’s first reaction was to feel as if she had fallen from heaven into hell. The goddess hunter, filled with shame and anger, would rather die than be saved by Scoundrel Three! With a kick of her long leg, Beigong Zheng swung her fists wildly, hitting and cursing: “You scoundrel, let me go, let me go…”
“Woman, shut up!” Qiao San, who rarely did a good deed, was already regretting it deeply due to the three bone-deep wounds that were causing him immense pain. Now, with the goddess hunter repaying his kindness with hostility, the fleeing man almost tossed the ungrateful woman aside without a second thought.
“Damn it, if you keep struggling, I’ll feed you to the demon corpses as their snack!”
The rocks and trees flashed by as the man and woman fled, their figures disappearing, but their quarrels still lingered in the air.
“Chase!” Xiao You wouldn’t let her enemy escape so easily. With a flash of light from the dragon orb, the three demon corpses followed her as they lunged at their prey. In an instant, Qiao San’s figure once again entered the vengeful ghost’s line of sight.
Suddenly, waves of chilling wind arose from nowhere. Though winter had not yet arrived, the land was already bitterly cold. In the blink of an eye, the world had turned dim and eerie.
A strange transformation occurred—the three fox demon corpses, long since dead, suddenly sprang back to life, exuding a chilling aura as they lunged toward Qiao San!
“Demon corpses, soul-possessing technique!” A string of unfamiliar terms surfaced in Qiao San’s mind. The knowledge from the Ghost Scripture caused his face to pale. He immediately released his grip, and the soft, long-legged beauty slid down to the ground like flowing water.
A clear understanding of his own limitations left Qiao San with only one thought—flee, flee immediately, while he still had the chance before those demon corpses tore him apart.
The first corpse lunged forward. The rascal, true to his rogue nature, transformed into a black shadow in time, diving into the earth and vanishing from reality.
The second corpse had already passed him when it suddenly bent backward. With a loud “crack,” the corpse forcibly changed its trajectory, breaking its own bone, yet showing no sign of pain.
After paying a heavy price, the corpse stomped down hard. The black shadow trying to escape was flung back into its original form.
Qiao San, newly initiated into the arcane arts, was barely competent. Once his technique was broken, he immediately panicked. When the third corpse lunged at him, he had no choice but to swing his sword and stab it in the chest.
“Peng!”
The dull sound of impact sent dust flying. The sword pierced the corpse as easily as tofu, but the one who suffered the blow was Qiao San himself.
Struck hard, Qiao San was flung backward, rolling several times before rising, covered in dust. He shook his head to clear the stars from his eyes, and a stream of blood burst forth as he groaned in pain.
Immortality didn’t mean invulnerability or freedom from pain. Right now, Qiao San felt the pain deep in his bones. Even more alarming was the transformation of the corpse—the gaping wound from his sword strike remained, yet not a drop of blood had spilled. The corpse moved as swiftly as ever.
“Roar!” A beastly growl echoed from the throats of the three corpses. Under Xiaoyou’s command, they lunged at Qiao San from three directions, claws and fangs bared, determined to tear their enemy apart.
“Ahh!” The sharp, melodious scream was naturally not from the bold Qiao San. Amid the chaos, the unfortunate goddess of justice, already disheveled, was dragged into the fray.
Qiao San, relying on his limited skills, could barely hold his ground, while the long-legged beauty, who had just lost her innocence, became a helpless lamb. The corpses cared not whether their target was male or female—if it stood in their way, it had to be destroyed!
The mindless demon corpses easily knocked down Bei Gongzheng. Qiao San, previously in dire straits, unexpectedly gained a chance to escape. The cunning rogue would never miss such a golden opportunity. He ducked and darted like a nimble cat through the gaps.
A gust of wind from razor-sharp claws grazed the back of his head. The lucky rascal narrowly escaped the encirclement. He bent forward slightly, his feet firmly planted, all his strength gathered in that instant.
“Ya—”
Just as he was about to move, it seemed the lucky fellow was about to escape once again. But at this critical moment, Bei Gongzheng, whose life hung in the balance, let out a scream like never before.
“Sigh…” A thousand thoughts raced through his mind in an instant. Qiao San’s helpless sigh was filled with regret. He was furious at himself for not being utterly ruthless, for not being truly cold-blooded and heartless!
In the swirling dust, the goddess’s pupils dilated. The demon’s claws rapidly filled her vision.
It’s over! I’m going to die!
In extreme terror, Bei Gongzheng inexplicably “calmed” down. In that instant, she thought of countless things—long-buried thoughts, memories she thought had vanished—all flashing before her eyes.
Finally, at the moment the claws tore at her throat, Bei Gongzheng “awoke.” From body to soul, she was fully conscious. She was truly a woman, a complete woman, a delicate woman in times of peril—needing someone to rely on!
Wu, who will save me?!
Perhaps Heaven had heard her lament, or perhaps it was fate’s cruel twist. At this delicate moment, an unexpected savior appeared in her sight, entering her life.
Claws, deathly aura, rushing wind, flames… Amid the chaos, Bei Gongzhen didn’t know what had happened—only that her helpless body shivered and fell into a warm and safe embrace!
Her heart stirred. The joy of being saved from certain death caused the long-legged beauty’s heart to sing a subtle melody. Her eyes lifted in surprise and question! Who could it be who dared to save her at such risk? Who was her savior?
“Ahh! Papi San, it’s you?!”
Shocked, Bei Gongzhen’s first reaction was to fall from heaven to hell. The embarrassed and ashamed goddess would rather die than be rescued by Papi San! Kicking her long legs, she wildly swung her fists and shouted, “Perverted rogue, put me down, put me down…”
“Woman, shut up!” Qiao San rarely did a good deed. Three deep wounds, nearly to the bone, already hurt like hell, making him deeply regret his decision. Now, being repaid with ingratitude by the goddess of justice while running for his life, the fleeing rogue almost threw the ungrateful woman away in frustration.
“Damn it, move again and I’ll hand you over to the demon corpses as a snack!”
Rocks, trees, and grass whizzed past their ears. The fleeing figures of the man and woman had already vanished, but their quarrels still lingered at the scene.
“Pursue!” Xiaoyou would not let her enemy escape so easily. With a shake of the Dragon Pearl, radiant light burst forth. The three demon corpses followed behind her, rushing toward their prey. In no time, Qiao San’s back was once again within the vengeful female ghost’s sight.
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