Little King

After pouring out the last drop of gasoline from the barrel, Chang Ping hugged the empty barrel and leaned back. With an "Iron Bridge" maneuver, he placed the barrel flat on the soft, wet ground. Releasing the iron barrel, he applied a little force to his waist and easily stood up again.

His core Strength was outrageously powerful now, far surpassing those fitness influencers.

"What's there to brag about with such pathetic Strength! If you've got the guts, come into the water, and I'll whip you to death with my 'gou ba'!" Xiangliu snorted contemptuously eight times. It patted the raging fire on its back with its neck, looking at Chang Ping with disdain.

"Idiot!" Chang Ping gave Xiangliu the middle finger and stopped bothering with the ancient demon.

He tore off his left sleeve, wrapped the Water Godhead layer by layer, and then stuffed the cloth bundle into his chest.

Although he didn't know what the old guy had done to it, as long as he didn't come into direct contact with it, he should be fine. He wasn't going to give up this chance at eternal life.

Besides the Old Monster, Chang Ping found no other Demon Beasts in the Cold Pond. Xiangliu was too formidable to be eaten. To fill his stomach, he had to find another way.

"I can only leave here!"

Chang Ping returned to the safe zone, pulled out a Nuclear Torch, and held it up to illuminate the area above.

Although he was only at the peak of Silver-tier martial artist cultivation now and couldn't defeat the Black Gold powerhouses of the Sacred Family, he could still handle Shen Xiu, a fragile Silver Two-star Demon Spirit Master.

Demon Spirit Masters had powerful spiritual strength but weak physical bodies, equivalent to the mage class in online games.

"Found it!" Chang Ping discovered the entrance to the right of the safe zone. This was where he was thrown down after the Fox Spirit Shen Xiu dug out his heart.

Just as he was trying to jump up, a rope as thick as an arm dangled down. Fortunately, he dodged in time, or the end of the rope would have smashed him in the face.

He wasn't handsome to begin with. If he were disfigured, how would he find a wife in the future?

"It seems someone is coming down...?" Chang Ping narrowed his eyes and looked along the rope. He could vaguely see flickering firelight. "Who could it be? Shen Xiu?"

Chang Ping clenched his fists, as big as vinegar jars.

"I wasn't going to find you, but you've come to my doorstep! Good, that saves me some trouble."

Chang Ping quickly ran back to the safe zone, pulled out the torches one by one, then tore open the lid of the gasoline barrel, stuffed all the torches inside, and finally tipped the barrel over.

He was so hungry he was dizzy and might not be able to defeat Shen Xiu in a head-on fight.

Using the flames in the Cold Pond as cover, he quietly slipped back to the entrance position, stood against the wall, took out his Desert Eagle, and began to wait for his prey.

"Four days, four days! Do you know how I've spent these four days?" Chang Ping roared inwardly through gritted teeth.

Two hours passed, and Chang Ping was so hungry he was rolling his eyes, but Shen Xiu still hadn't climbed down.

"Are you a snail? Why are you climbing so slowly?"

Could this place be very far from the surface?

After waiting another half hour, the person finally climbed out of the entrance.

Chang Ping immediately lay on the ground, preventing himself from being illuminated by the torch.

"Huh? Why is there a fire over there?" The newcomer's voice was filled with confusion.

Chang Ping frowned slightly. The voice was very childish and didn't sound like it belonged to an old woman like Shen Xiu.

Soon, the newcomer landed and rushed towards the burning pool.

Chang Ping, like an antlion hidden in the soil, suddenly leaped up and pounced.

"Don't move, or I'll blow your head off!" He launched a sneak attack from behind, covering the woman's mouth with one hand while pressing the Desert Eagle to her head with the other.

The woman threw the torch to the ground, trembling like a sieve.

Chang Ping hooked her slippery neck, bent down to pick up the torch, stuck it in the ground, and then began to untie the woman's belt.

"No, don't!" The woman hastily begged for mercy, crying profusely, thinking Chang Ping was going to assault her.

"Shut up!"

Chang Ping slapped her soft little butt.

He only slapped her lightly, but the woman felt like her pelvis was about to crack.

However, after Chang Ping's warning, the woman stopped screaming and let him roughly pull off her belt. She gritted her teeth, her eyes red, vowing to make this perverted demon, who was about to take her precious first time, pay the price.

Unexpectedly, the perverted demon didn't do anything lewd. He simply tied her hands behind her back with her belt.

When the perverted demon moved to the front, the woman realized that her captor was a low-ranking servant who cleaned toilets in the manor.

The thought of his dirty hands covering her mouth just now made the woman gag.

"What are you gagging about! Do you think I want to clean toilets?" Chang Ping was furious. "Besides, you're just a servant girl, a dog-like thing. What right do you have to look down on me?"

His original job application was for cleaning the courtyard. Because he finished his work too quickly, he was often done ahead of schedule. Shen Ming, that old fool, couldn't stand seeing him idle and forced the toilet-cleaning job onto him as well. He had no choice but to accept, or he wouldn't get paid.

The Little Maidservant flinched at the scolding, lowering her head, afraid to look at Chang Ping.

"What did Shen Xiu send you to do?" Chang Ping moved the gasoline barrel and sat down opposite the Little Maidservant, beginning his interrogation.

"I... I can't tell you!" The Little Maidservant's voice was as faint as a mosquito's hum.

Fortunately, Chang Ping was now a Silver-tier martial artist with greatly enhanced senses; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to hear her.

"You won't tell me? Believe it or not, I'll carry you and throw you into the water to feed that Old Monster?" Chang Ping gave a thumbs-up and pointed behind him.

"Oh, yes, yes!" Xiangliu was delighted to hear this, nodding its eight terrifying heads like a pecking chicken. "The little girl must be tender and delicious! I haven't eaten human flesh in a long time! Thank you, Little King!"

The reason it kept the Black Water Mysterious Turtle was to let it crawl ashore and drag the corpses into the water for it to eat.

If the Black Tortoise was already dead, it would be much harder for it to eat meat again. This was a rare opportunity and absolutely not to be missed.

"Little King?" Chang Ping froze, turning his head to ask, "Are you calling me?"

"Aren't you a son of a bitch? Little King is correct!"

Chang Ping slammed the Gasoline Barrel hard, stood up, and pointed at Xiangliu's nose, cursing viciously, "You're the son of a bitch! Your whole family are sons of bitches, you king of bastards, you ancestor of kings..."

"Reflection!" Xiangliu didn't bother arguing with Chang Ping and slowly submerged into the water.

However, it still kept one head above the water, drooling as it stared at the Little Maidservant.

"Wh-what is that thing? It's so scary~" The Little Maidservant was terrified by Xiangliu. She had never seen such an ugly Demon Beast before.

And such a Demon Beast actually lived under the Eldest Young Lady's bed. Why would she keep such a terrifying Demon Beast? Thinking of this, the Little Maidservant couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"Never mind what that thing is, you just need to know it can swallow you whole." Chang Ping turned around, sat back down on the Gasoline Barrel, and scrutinized the Little Maidservant. "What did Shen Xiu send you down here for? Answer me, if you don't want to be thrown into the water!"