Cannot Be Provoked!

Cannot Be Provoked!

Wang Qiu carried the Peach Wood Sword, his smile wild and unrestrained, with the proud air of everyone being drunk while he alone was sober.

Chen Wang watched for a moment, then withdrew. Seeing everyone chattering away, he merely sighed quietly. "Damn world."

He dug out a neatly cut block of wood from beneath his bed, then took a small knife and began carving it to calm himself.

Wang Qiu did not stay mad for long. By the next day, he had returned to normal.

The difference was that light had returned to his once-dull eyes. He had cleaned himself up thoroughly and looked radiant. When Chen Wang saw him again the following day, he could hardly believe it. Wang Qiu had changed into a brand-new set of clothes and was brimming with energy, as though full of hope for life. Chen Wang had never been close to Wang Qiu, but seeing such a change in him, he thought, Did he stumble upon some kind of lucky opportunity?

Originally, he had also thought Wang Qiu had gone mad from too much pressure.

But now, he looked more like someone who had suddenly won a grand prize—like a poor man who had become rich overnight and lost all restraint.

Two days passed like this. When Chen Wang returned to the Slum Area after selling his Wind Riding Talismans, he suddenly saw a large crowd gathered together, all talking at once. He moved closer and saw a corpse on the ground. It was a young man dressed exceptionally neatly, with every strand of hair combed into place and his beard shaved clean.

Now, he was dead.

"Wang Qiu!?"

Chen Wang froze.

The people around him were abuzz with discussion, and he quickly learned the reason. Wang Qiu had hanged himself!

"Another cultivator who hanged himself!"

Chen Wang furrowed his brows.

Previously, someone had gone to explore the Green Crane True Immortal's Tomb, only to later be found hanged in his room.

And now Wang Qiu had hanged himself in his room as well! Chen Wang immediately felt a chill run down his spine. "Could it be that he had also gone into Green Crane True Immortal's tomb? What exactly is inside that tomb!"

Chen Wang suddenly thought of the Foundation Establishment Skill and Foundation Establishment Pill in his possession. They had likely been obtained by that young man from the Green Crane True Immortal's Tomb.

"Damn it!"

"Could there be some kind of curse on them!"

Chen Wang's expression abruptly turned cold. He looked at Wang Qiu, who lay dead on the ground, then withdrew his gaze after a moment and headed toward his house. Suddenly, someone called out to him.

Chen Wang turned and found an egg-shaped face and a voluptuous female cultivator.

She wore a pale yellow dress, cinched at the waist to outline her alluring figure. It was Xu Yuan's widow, Feng Lin.

Chen Wang said, "What can I do for you, Sister?"

Feng Lin lifted her delicate chin and pointed toward Wang Qiu's corpse. "You just came from over there?"

Chen Wang nodded. "Yes. I didn't expect Wang Qiu to hang himself too."

Feng Lin leaned closer and lowered her voice. "They say something escaped from the Green Crane True Immortal's Tomb and is looking for a replacement."

Chen Wang said in surprise, "That sinister?"

His heart tightened. The fragrance on Feng Lin's body was extremely strong, far stronger than the previous few times. At this distance, it was somewhat nauseating.

Feng Lin sighed faintly. "Yes. I also went into Green Crane True Immortal's tomb. I wonder whether it has set its sights on me."

Chen Wang said, "Sister, fortune favors the good. Besides, who knows how many cultivators have gone to the Green Crane True Immortal's Tomb lately. Could they all die?"

Feng Lin broke into a dazzling smile. "I knew talking to you would make me feel much better. How about coming over tonight to sit for a while and drink some wine with your sister?"

Again... Chen Wang politely declined. "It's not that I'm refusing to show Sister respect. Drawing talismans has been too taxing on my mind lately. Another day. Another day."

This woman's temperament had changed drastically before and after her husband's death, forcing Chen Wang to keep his distance out of respect.

Yet Feng Lin had no intention of letting him off so easily. Smiling, she said, "What, do you dislike me because my husband is dead and think I'm unlucky?"

Chen Wang shook his head in surprise. "What are you saying? I absolutely don't mean that."

Feng Lin smiled sweetly. "Then that settles it. Your sister isn't asking you to drink with her for nothing."

As she spoke, she lightly pressed herself against him. Her body was soft and full.

The instant they touched, he could feel the springiness of her body.

Chen Wang imperceptibly stepped back and smiled. "Another day."

Seeing his persistence, Feng Lin could only give up.

After Chen Wang returned to his room, he quietly peered outside through the crack in the door.

His eyesight was excellent now.

He saw Feng Lin pause, then walk toward another middle-aged cultivator. This man was tall and burly, with a full beard and bright eyes. Feng Lin walked over and said something to him. The middle-aged cultivator's eyes immediately lit up, and his face broke into a broad smile.

After the two spoke for a while and left, his hand secretly gave Feng Lin's pert, plump buttocks a squeeze. Feng Lin giggled and pushed him lightly, making the middle-aged cultivator's smile grow even wider.

Chen Wang remained calm and clear-headed as he watched this coldly. "Feng Lin was never the promiscuous sort. She even had a rather fiery temper. Why did she become like this after Xu Yuan died?"

Chen Wang withdrew his gaze, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

After nightfall, Chen Wang sat cross-legged in his room, cultivating the Red Cloud Qi Refining Art.

Faint spiritual energy was absorbed into his body, circulated through the heavenly cycle according to the cultivation route of the Red Cloud Qi Refining Art, and finally stored in his Qi Sea.

As the night deepened and all grew quiet, the Slum Area became even more silent.

Chen Wang's home was especially remote, with few people around and only a handful of houses nearby.

Suddenly!

Chen Wang heard faint footsteps, very soft.

Second-tier Eagle Eye could improve vision. Although the third-tier Hell Commando did not specifically enhance any one ability, it comprehensively improved physical qualities.

As a result, his hearing, eyesight, and every other aspect were now far stronger than those of an ordinary person.

With a twitch of his ear, he caught those faint footsteps.

"Who is wandering around outside in the dead of night?"

Chen Wang did not think much of it. But in the stillness of the night, once he noticed the faint footsteps, they seemed extraordinarily clear. Sometimes it was like that—if he did not hear something while thinking or doing something else, then so be it, but once he heard it, he could not help continuing to listen.

The footsteps rang out clearly through the Slum Area, and Chen Wang felt that they seemed to be heading in his direction. He raised a brow, got up, walked to the door, and quietly looked outside. There were no lights in the entire Slum Area. The night was extremely dark, with only hazy moonlight. A figure slowly approached. It did not walk quickly, and its movements were somewhat stiff. Chen Wang's eyesight was excellent, but it was still somewhat affected after nightfall. "Why does this person's build look so familiar?"

Chen Wang murmured.

At that moment, the moonlight happened to fall across the person's face. Chen Wang's heart tightened, and a chill instantly rose within him!

The figure was no one else.

It was Wang Qiu, who was already dead!