Fighting Lian Ai (Part 1)

"Brother Song, it seems I was too shallow and made a wrong judgment," Third Brother Huang transmitted his voice to Song Shuhang with demonic energy. "That Blood Refining Pill wasn't dropped by some transport team."

Only now did they realize that the Blood Refining Pills they had been picking up all along were casually spat out by a frog on a young man's shoulder.

"Isn't this perfect? We can just keep picking them up. Stay far away, don't let them find us," Song Shuhang said with a pleased expression. However, he didn't notice a cold glint flash in Third Brother Huang's eyes.

Unlike Song Shuhang, who had always mingled with humans, Third Brother Huang was a "social demon" who had walked a crooked path. He had done plenty of shady things, otherwise, how would he know the location of the black market so clearly?

"Brother Song, what are you afraid of?" Third Brother Huang chuckled. "Look, that human has no aura at all, just a mortal. That frog probably just gained sentience and is still in the Pure Blood Realm, at most the peak of the Pure Blood Realm..."

Third Brother Huang's words became increasingly enticing: "I'm in the Blood Refining Realm, and you're in the Pure Blood Realm. Let's team up and pull off a heist."

"Look at that small bag on the frog's back, it's definitely a treasure. Who knows how many more Blood Refining Pills or other rare items are in there. Maybe after this job, we can find a place and live like kings!"

Song Shuhang frowned slightly, cautiously saying, "Third Brother, this is not wise. If we take a human life, we'll be stained with human blood. Then there will be no place for us in Great Xuan."

"What's so difficult about that? As long as we have money, we can buy a Clarity Pill to remove the blood karma."

"But look at the frog's small bag. If it's a treasure, it means the other party has a strong background. How can we, two lone wolves, afford to offend them?"

"My dear brother, you speak incorrectly. What place is this? Floating Clouds Mountain! It's in the middle of nowhere. We'll finish this job quickly and leave immediately. Who can trace it back to us?"

"But what if they ask a Great Scholar of the Confucian sect or a Daoist True Man to divine it?"

Third Brother Huang's expression gradually became impatient, and he looked at Song Shuhang with a cold face. "Brother Song, this is wealth delivered to our doorstep, why are you hesitating? At worst, we can flee to the northern Barbarian lands or the southern demon territories, and live freely just the same."

"But..."

"No buts!" Third Brother Huang interrupted Song Shuhang. "I originally just wanted to share some spoils with you, so I called you along. Do you think I can't handle them alone? How about this, if you don't want to act, then don't. Stay here and don't move. I'll give you a share of the benefits after I succeed!"

Song Shuhang tried to persuade him further, but a blood-red flash flickered in Third Brother Huang's eyes. He wagged his tail, and a long sword flew out from his bushy tail. He grabbed it in his hand. "It's decided. I must do this job!"

With that, Third Brother Huang drew his sword and crept forward.

Watching Third Brother Huang's retreating back, Song Shuhang felt anxious. He was originally a squirrel on a tree in an academy, enlightened by his teacher's lectures on "benevolence." He had served as a human guard for over ten years and truly could not bear to see humans harmed. Although Third Brother Huang was considered weak among those in the Blood Refining Realm, he had refined his Innate Demonic Art, "Stinking Heavens," into a Supernatural Power. Ordinary people would be poisoned if they smelled it and would have no power to resist.

"Alas, I must stop him. At worst, I'll give him the ten Blood Refining Pills I've collected as compensation!" Song Shuhang made up his mind. Just as he was about to rush forward, the scene changed dramatically before his eyes.

Third Brother Huang crept close to Chen Luo and thrust his sword directly at Chen Luo's back. As if Chen Luo had eyes in the back of his head, he slightly shifted his body, dodging Third Brother Huang's sword. The blood patterns on Third Brother Huang's back flashed, and a gas quickly diffused from his body, enveloping Chen Luo and his frog son. Third Brother Huang once again thrust his sword into the gas cloud.

"Third Brother, stop! I..." Song Shuhang shouted. Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw a hand emerge from the stinking gas cloud. The hand formed a sword finger and flicked away the long sword in Third Brother Huang's hand. Then, the human actually emerged unharmed from the gas cloud, changed his finger into a claw, grabbed Third Brother Huang by the throat, and lifted him up.

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Chen Luo forcefully flung his hand, tossing the frog son forward with great force, and shouted, "Run!"

The little frog flew through the air, looking back at Chen Luo, its gaze filled with an unreadable emotion...

Chen Luo no longer paid it any mind. Since the little frog couldn't be of any help, he wouldn't drag it down with him.

Chen Luo turned around, picked up a wooden branch from the ground, and faced Lian Ai directly.

Lian Ai was dealing with him because of the Literary Heart, and he had obtained Martial Dao because of the Literary Heart.

A bite and a drink, fortune and misfortune are interdependent.

What was bound to come, would eventually come.

A Sixth-Rank Gu Master?

Fight for my life, one battle!

Don't worry about not having a confidant on the road ahead; I met you through the gathering of friends by literature!

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