Saving Oneself by Saving Others

"Is this an internal conflict?" Yuan Ming wondered.

The fact that they went to such lengths to use poison meant they weren't targeting him. Bada and Yang Chan looked like followers, so it wasn't hard to guess who Kuntu was after.

Before Yuan Ming could figure it out, Wubao's voice rang out, "Reporting to the esteemed sirs, the wild boar meat is ready. Please enjoy."

"Are they going to make a move?" Yuan Ming hesitated for a moment, then decided not to intervene.

"Bring it over," Kuntu commanded.

Wubao immediately carried the entire roasted wild boar over to Kuntu and the others.

Kuntu took out a short dagger and made a few light cuts on the meat. The large piece of wild boar split into seven or eight sections.

"Junior Sister Chen Wan, this meat looks good. Have some too." He took a piece from his own portion and offered it to Chen Wan.

Chen Wan couldn't refuse and accepted it.

The others also picked up pieces of meat and began to feast.

Just then, Kuntu remembered something and said to Wubao, "Go get a piece for Yuan Ming too."

"Mas... Master is rewarding you." Wubao didn't hesitate. He immediately brought a large piece of boar leg meat with both hands to Yuan Ming's side.

Yuan Ming accepted it expressionlessly, offering a perfunctory thank you. If he hadn't known the meat was problematic, he might have been touched by the sudden kindness of Wubao and Kuntu.

"Try it," Wubao said, looking at him with a fake smile.

Yuan Ming took a bite and chewed, mumbling, "It tastes good."

Seeing this, Wubao turned and returned to the temple. Yuan Ming immediately spat out the wild boar meat and took a mouthful of rainwater to rinse his mouth before stopping.

From inside the temple, the sounds of praise could be heard intermittently. Even Chen Wan thought Wubao's cooking was good.

However, not long after, Yuan Ming heard a commotion inside, like someone falling.

This was followed by Kuntu's insincere inquiry, "Junior Sister Chen Wan, what's wrong? Junior Sister?"

Listening to the commotion inside, Yuan Ming sneered inwardly. Under the cover of a thunderclap, he scraped off the meat from the piece in his hand and threw it away, keeping only the remaining bones. He then leaned against the wall, pretending to be poisoned.

Inside the temple, Kuntu was still calling out to Chen Wan, but her eyes were tightly shut, her eyelashes trembling. She had already fainted.

"Alright, stop calling. She's already fainted." Yang Chan said impatiently, crossing her arms and glancing sideways at Chen Wan.

"Heh heh, this little lady, always relying on that old hen from the Fire Refining Hall to protect her, never even looked me in the eye. Now that she's fallen into my hands, I'll make sure you know what true pleasure is," Kuntu said triumphantly.

"Senior Brother Kuntu, that... the medicine is too potent. I didn't dare to use too much. Hurry up, it would be troublesome if she wakes up midway," Bada said from the side, stealing glances at Chen Wan on the ground.

"Alright, I know what you're thinking. Don't worry, after I'm done, I won't forget to share some with you, haha..." Kuntu laughed heartily.

Yang Chan glanced at the two of them and cursed disdainfully, "You men are all no good."

Kuntu looked at her with slight displeasure.

Seeing this, Yang Chan quickly changed her expression and said:

"Men aren't bad, women don't love them. It's just that this little tramp Chen Wan is so unfeeling. It's only because she's inexperienced. Once she tastes pleasure, even this Furred Beast Slave, she'll probably throw herself at him."

Wubao, hearing Yang Chan mention him, quickly lowered his head, not daring to peek at Chen Wan anymore.

"Wubao, we're almost at our destination. Yuan Ming is no longer useful. Go and kill him now to avoid future trouble." Kuntu leaned down, reaching out to touch Chen Wan's face, then remembered something and turned to instruct him.

"Yes, Master." Wubao immediately headed towards the temple entrance.

"Take him far away to deal with him. Don't let the smell of blood drift in and ruin my mood," Kuntu reminded him.

"Yes."

Wubao came to the door and looked at Yuan Ming, who was slumped on the ground, a smile spreading across his face.

He bent down, grabbed Yuan Ming by both arms, and dragged him into the rain, moving towards the deep, dark forest.

Kuntu gently stroked Chen Wan's cheek, pinching it affectionately. He smiled and said, "What a beautiful face. Tsk tsk, I don't want to do this, but it's your own fault for being so uncooperative."

As he spoke, he grabbed Chen Wan's collar and pulled it down. Her red dress immediately parted at the neckline, revealing her inner garment and a large expanse of her plump, fair skin.

Kuntu was mesmerized when he heard a soft "gulp" from behind him. Bada, staring with wide eyes, couldn't help but swallow.

Yang Chan glanced at him, her disdain deepening.

Kuntu also felt uncomfortable being watched by the two of them.

He immediately reached for a blue cloth bag at his waist, embroidered with a strange rune. A light flashed.

The next moment, a carved canopy bed appeared out of thin air in the temple.

"Senior Brother Kuntu, you have a storage bag?" Yang Chan was stunned at first, then reacted, her eyes fixed on the blue cloth bag hanging at his waist, exclaiming in surprise.

"Elder Mengshan bestowed it upon me before I left this time," Kuntu said smugly.

"To be so appreciated by Elder Mengshan, when you return this time, becoming an inner disciple should be a sure thing," Yang Chan said with envy.

Kuntu grinned, remaining silent, but inwardly he grumbled, "That old geezer has taken so much from me over the years, he should have made me an inner disciple long ago."

"Senior Brother Kuntu, enough talk. Hurry up," Bada urged impatiently.

Kuntu sneered, bent down, picked up Chen Wan, and threw her into the canopy bed.

A flicker of resentment flashed in Yang Chan's eyes. She swayed her hips and went to the temple entrance, while Bada reluctantly sat by the fire.

Outside the temple, the wind howled and rain poured, accompanied by flashes of lightning and peals of thunder.

In the mountain forest a hundred paces away from the temple, Wubao, drenched to the bone, dragged Yuan Ming to a hollow and unceremoniously tossed him in. He then pulled a short knife from his embrace.

Looking at the man who had long been a thorn in his side, now limp as a puddle of mud, a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He leaned down, pointing the tip of the knife at Yuan Ming's heart, poised to strike.

He didn't notice that Yuan Ming had already gripped the long sword hanging at his waist.

Crack

A flash of brilliant white lightning illuminated the scene, reflecting off Wubao's short knife and casting a gleam onto Yuan Ming's face.

To his horror, Yuan Ming, beneath the bright gleam of the blade, had opened his eyes and was smiling at him.

Before Wubao could react, a sharp pain shot through his foot. A wooden spike abruptly rose from the ground, piercing his entire sole and embedding its tip into his lowered abdomen.

Wubao gritted his teeth against the pain and immediately pressed down with his short knife, attempting to kill Yuan Ming with a single blow.

However, Yuan Ming, who had been prepared, wasn't about to give him the chance. One of Yuan Ming's hands shot out, firmly grasping Wubao's wrist, while his other hand, holding the sword, swung.

The sword's blade flashed with a green light, a blur across Wubao's neck.

Instantly, blood gushed out, and a round head flew through the air, rolling to the side.

"Alas, it's impossible to stay out of this now," Yuan Ming retreated, sitting down on the slick, cold mud. He raised a hand, wiping the blood and rain from his face.

Through the curtain of rain and the dense tree shadows, he saw the faint firelight from the temple. He slowly stood up, shook the blood from his sword, and then walked towards it.

Upon returning to the temple, Yuan Ming didn't rush in recklessly. Instead, he carefully climbed onto the roof.

Through the holes in the roof tiles, Yuan Ming saw the exquisitely crafted, yet utterly out-of-place, bed. He saw Yang Chan sulking by the door, and Bada sitting by the fire with a lecherous expression.

Inside the bed area, Chen Wan's outer clothing had been completely removed. Her inner garment barely concealed her snow-white, jade-like body, her exposed skin glowing with a faint luster – a truly sensual scene.

A gust of wind lifted a veil, and Yuan Ming saw Kuntu straddling Chen Wan's slender legs, holding her red skirt and burying his head in it, greedily inhaling its scent.

"This guy is so disgusting..." Yuan Ming felt goosebumps rise on his back at the sight.

At this moment, he began to hesitate.

From his observations over the past few days, he knew that Kuntu and the others were not weak. They were all at least at the fourth level of Qi Refining. He wasn't confident he could defeat even one of them, let alone all three at once.

But if he did nothing, setting aside his conscience, the fact that he had killed Wubao meant Kuntu and his group would never let him go.

It wasn't about the value of Wubao's life, but about him witnessing this current situation.

Therefore, Yuan Ming realized that only by saving Chen Wan could he find a chance to survive.

"This is the only way," a spark of determination flashed in his eyes, and he made his decision.

Just as Kuntu reached for Chen Wan's delicate body, two piles of fire beneath the temple roof simultaneously erupted with green earth spikes, overturning the bonfires.

Burning logs scattered in all directions, sending sparks flying and startling Bada, who was by the bonfire.

The flying sparks landed on the bed, instantly igniting the veil. A fierce blaze roared to life, engulfing the entire bed area.

From within the flames, Kuntu's furious roar could be heard.

The next moment, a ring of white wind blades suddenly expanded from the center of the bed, sweeping outwards in all directions.

With a cacophony of crashing sounds, the flames covering the bed were blown away by the powerful wind. The bed's canopy and four pillars were severed by the wind blades, scattering in all directions.

The wind blades swept across, scattering the remaining sparks on the ground. The light within the entire temple dimmed significantly, plunging it into darkness.

"Hey, Bada, what the hell are you doing?" Kuntu, shirtless, roared furiously.

Even with such a commotion, Chen Wan remained unconscious.

"Senior Brother Kuntu, I didn't do anything," Bada quickly protested his innocence.

Before Kuntu could question him, Yang Chan immediately distanced herself, shouting, "It wasn't me either, I didn't do anything."

Just then, a thunderclap roared!

On the already dilapidated temple roof, countless tiles clattered down, collapsing to create an open hole in the roof.

A sturdy, towering white figure smashed down from the newly formed opening, falling with the force of Mount Tai directly towards Kuntu on the bed.