The Blood Drinking Scholar

He'll definitely buy Linglong some candied hawthorn.

Linglong giggled, "You can definitely afford it. As for whether your heart will ache, I don't know!"

Those who can establish themselves in Blood Stained Alley are not poor. Otherwise, the people here wouldn't be so resistant to outsiders. Because every outsider means another competitor, another person snatching their livelihood. So they choose to eliminate outsiders before they can knock on the back door of Master's Tower. This is also a test; only those who pass through layers of cruel trials are truly qualified to take root in Blood Stained Alley. And those who enter Blood Stained Alley with a lot of money are definitely not people who want to take root there. The people of Blood Stained Alley are accustomed to calling such people "Calamity Stars." Of course, they are not calamities for Blood Stained Alley, but rather its lucky stars, its stars of wealth.

Ning Chang'an smiled and said no more. His condition was not good; his old wounds had not healed. Although he had killed the Blood Drinking Scholar with overwhelming power at the time, his own injuries were stimulated and on the verge of reopening. He was in unbearable pain right now.

However, since comprehending the Three Pure Nine Nether Wonderful Dharma Lotus Heart Sutra, Ning Chang'an's will had been tempered severely and repeatedly, becoming as firm as rock. He could barely endure these injuries, and his familiarity and control over his own body had become even stronger and more refined. He knew he still had the strength to fight.

Linglong said that the back door of Master's Tower was not far, so Ning Chang'an decided to press on.

He walked forward, and Linglong still followed him, about ten feet behind him.

After the Blood Drinking Scholar's death, the people of Blood Stained Alley could no longer ignore him. Some began to show hostility, some examined him with numb expressions, and some smiled at him.

Everything seemed to return to normal, simply because he was still alive.

Even the narrowest and most winding alley has an end. Ning Chang'an finally saw the mysterious back door of Master's Tower, a dark, closed small door with two rusty copper rings hanging on it. Moss had grown on the ground and three steps in front of the door, and the surroundings were damp. Upon reaching this point, the pungent smell of blood in Blood Stained Alley suddenly disappeared, as if a damp, cold wind was constantly swirling here.

The liveliness and noise of Master's Tower turned into deathly silence and coldness on its other side.

A person stood before the door, a big shot.

The man was wearing a brocade robe. He was a somewhat stout middle-aged man with a ruddy complexion, a small nose, big ears, and a handlebar mustache.

His gaze was always in a state of detachment, as if everything in his eyes was very far away and very blurry, so blurry it seemed unreal.

Ning Chang'an stopped about ten feet away from this middle-aged man with a slightly protruding belly. He felt a trace of detached killing intent quietly surrounding him. Linglong stood twenty feet away, her face filled with disbelief, and whispered nervously, "How is this possible?!"

The middle-aged man's gaze suddenly focused, staring intently at Ning Chang'an, and he spoke in a flat, emotionless voice, "Master's Tower Guest Official, Brocade Blind Man!"

The Brocade Blind Man was, of course, not blind. That was just a nickname, a code name. He was called the Brocade Blind Man because most of the time he didn't use his eyes to perceive things; his sense of touch, hearing, and smell had become terrifyingly powerful. He could see things clearly without using his eyes.

Those familiar with the Brocade Blind Man knew a saying: "All I can see are chests of gold and coffin planks. The gold is mine, the coffins are for others." So, once the Brocade Blind Man set his sights on someone, that person should prepare a coffin, and it also meant that the Brocade Blind Man would surely gain a considerable sum of money.

Ning Chang'an's gaze also locked onto the Brocade Blind Man and he said in a deep voice, "Was the Blood Drinking Scholar your subordinate?" He felt an indescribable pressure from this person. Someone who could hold the position of Guest Official at Master's Tower was definitely not simple.

The Brocade Blind Man shook his head. "No."

Ning Chang'an's expression turned cold, and he sighed, "Then you must be here to kill me."

The Brocade Blind Man nodded. "The one who will kill you."

Ning Chang'an said, "Come on, let me see the weight of a Master's Tower Guest Official!"

The Brocade Blind Man snorted. "You won't be disappointed!"

At the same moment, in a quiet inn in Yongan Prefecture, a low voice sounded from within a tightly shut room.

"Is it about time?"

"It's about time! The people at Master's Tower are very punctual. They should give us a little surprise!"

"Just a little surprise?"

"He's not simple. A surprise is already quite good."

Immediately, a rustling sound followed, then a low growl and a melodious moan. In the room, within the curtains, on the large bed, a man with a fierce expression forcefully pinned the charming and delicate woman beneath him, thrusting his hips and buttocks with all his might.

The man was Cao Jing, and the woman beneath him was Guo Qingshui.

Cao Jing grunted and panted as he said with resentment, "Damn it, how is he getting stronger? He was clearly a cripple."

Guo Qingshui closed her eyes in ecstasy, her waist twisting and her body arching to meet the man on top of her, panting, "No matter how strong he gets, he'll be defeated bit by bit. Hmph, Ning Chang'an, I will make you die in my bed. Preferably with Liu Ruyan watching, letting her see how she makes me feel heavenly pleasure, how she dies bit by bit... Heh, just thinking about it feels good..."

As Guo Qingshui spoke, her waist twisted even more violently, her legs clamping onto Cao Jing's waist, as if she were "resisting" with all her might. Cao Jing couldn't stand it. With a long cry, he immediately ejaculated, losing all strength to continue.

Guo Qingshui frowned, and a shiny silver needle appeared in her hand. She flicked her wrist and suddenly inserted it into a pressure point on Cao Jing. Cao Jing cried out in surprise, a fine layer of sweat breaking out all over his body, but he immediately became vigorous again, taking what he wanted. He was completely lost, dazed and confused, conquering Guo Qingshui beneath him madly while calling out Su Yueru's name.

Guo Qingshui's frown deepened, and her "resistance" intensified. Every time Cao Jing was on the verge of exhaustion, her silver needle would pierce a pressure point. A sickly flush appeared on Cao Jing's face, but this battle seemed to have no end.

In the inn, the collision of flesh and frenzied intercourse continued, the melodious moans and low roars seeming distorted.

A blush spread across Guo Qingshui's face, her energy seeming to grow more vigorous.

It seemed there was no man in this world who could completely satisfy her in bed, tame her in bed, and fully sate her. Cao Jing couldn't. He reached his limit again and again, but Guo Qingshui wouldn't let him go, demanding him with almost exploitative intensity. The speed at which she inserted needles increased, Cao Jing's face turned pale, but his emotions were almost frenzied. He roared, screaming Su Yueru's name hysterically, grabbing Guo Qingshui's breasts fiercely, and attacking her savagely.

A strange smile appeared on Guo Qingshui's face. Her slender waist and full hips writhed, meeting Cao Jing's advances with all her might, moaning soulfully and enchantingly, looking like a lustful goddess lost in an ocean of desire.

This was a vivid and passionate battle.

In Blood Stained Alley, the Brocade Blind Man walked step by step towards Ning Chang'an, danger lurking everywhere.

Ning Chang'an's eyes narrowed slightly. Under his senses, the Brocade Blind Man was like a ferocious beast, with a suppressed savagery that could erupt at any moment. Ning Chang'an felt his blood begin to boil, his entire body as if on fire.

He had no doubt that this was the strongest enemy he had ever faced.

The Brocade Blind Man's spirit, energy, and essence had reached a state of fullness. An invisible aura, a dominance from his very bones, subtly influenced his opponent and skillfully controlled the flow of the battle.

The Brocade Blind Man's eyes suddenly closed, no longer looking at Ning Chang'an.

Ning Chang'an subconsciously shifted a step to the side, landing silently by the high wall of Blood Stained Alley. The Brocade Blind Man's body swelled strangely, and he inhaled a breath of air, his body becoming shockingly bloated. Immediately, the Brocade Blind Man crouched slightly, his back bent, assuming a stance. Suddenly, the Brocade Blind Man's feet pushed off the ground, and his body shot forward like a cannonball.

It was a peculiar trajectory, an unexpected yet terrifying angle.

The Brocade Blind Man was enveloped in a ceaseless stream of True Qi, forming a flawless qi shield that violently slammed towards Ning Chang'an. Ning Chang'an's expression was grim. He didn't know what kind of Qi Gong this was; he couldn't see the slightest flaw in it. Because this move was too simple and brutal, he could only thrust his sword forward abruptly.

The Brocade Blind Man suddenly collided with the tip of the Gloomy Cold Soul Severing Sword, not dodging at all.

A grating sound rang out as the Gloomy Cold Soul Severing Sword bent sharply. The violent impact made Ning Chang'an's arms tremble, and he couldn't help but grunt.

Ning Chang'an's eyes widened suddenly, his gaze turning cold. A powerful force erupted, causing the Gloomy Cold Soul Severing Sword to vibrate intensely. It bent to its extreme before snapping straight, rebounding.

The Brocade Blind Man fell backward, landing like a thousand-pound boulder. Ning Chang'an was flung backward, crashing into the wall. A gaping hole appeared in the thick wall, with dust and debris filling the air. A cold glint suddenly shot out from the hole. The tip of the Gloomy Cold Soul Severing Sword flickered with cold starlight as Ning Chang'an charged out like a ferocious tiger.

The moment the Brocade Blind Man landed, the ground cracked inch by inch. Debris shot out like a thousand hidden weapons, flying in all directions. The Brocade Blind Man didn't hesitate at all, charging at Ning Chang'an once more.

The Gloomy Cold Soul Severing Sword bent again.

Another hole appeared in the wall.

Ning Chang'an's face was pale, but his fighting spirit was high. With a roar, he leaped out of the broken wall, still attacking with unmatched dominance. He refused to believe his swordsmanship couldn't break through the Brocade Blind Man's protective True Qi or inflict even the slightest damage.

He believed in his own strength.

He knew the Brocade Blind Man wasn't without flaws, but rather that he hid them all. Once he broke through the Brocade Blind Man's True Qi shield, he was confident he could kill him.