I bet your contraption will break any second now!

Zhu Ping'an was startled by the gruesome state of the corpse.

Just a moment ago, there hadn't been a sound—how had Ye Qingxian ended up riddled like a beehive? And wasn't this guy the male lead? How could he die so easily?

"Not right."

Zhu Ping'an crouched down and carefully examined the body.

He reached into the corpse's pockets and quickly fished out a pack of Furongwang cigarettes. He had never seen Ye Qingxian smoke before.

Besides, although the clothes on the corpse were the same as Ye Qingxian's, the build—height, weight, proportions—didn't quite match.

In other words, this mangled, unrecognizable corpse probably wasn't Ye Qingxian at all.

"Ye Qingxian, Ye Qingxian. Looks like you still aren't playing straight with me."

Zhu Ping'an's expression turned cold.

"Zhu Ping'an, something's wrong!" Leng Tianjiao hurried over, anxious. "The Leng Family's martial artists have lost contact with us!"

Zhu Ping'an looked up at the passage ahead. It was perfectly straight, with no obvious place to hide.

Yet in just the short span of a technique, the Ye Qingxian ahead had turned into a faceless corpse, and eight Leng Family martial artists, along with Yan Shubing, had vanished without a trace.

With such a bizarre turn of events, there was only one possibility: Ye Qingxian had planned this all along.

"That bastard. Good thing I didn't cure his athlete's foot when I detoxified him."

Zhu Ping'an pulled out the Athlete's Foot Revealing Spray and spritzed it into the air.

A faint green line quickly materialized before them.

Yan Shubing's athlete's foot had already been cured in the Yijin Lingquan, so the only source of the foot odor now had to be from Ye Qingxian's crotch.

The green line twisted and turned, then burrowed into the wall beside them.

Zhu Ping'an's eyes flickered. He pushed his palm against the stone wall, and it silently rotated half a turn, revealing a brand-new passage. The passage was very narrow, barely wide enough for one person.

"Let's go. Whatever Ye Qingxian went through all this trouble to ditch us for must be something good!"

Zhu Ping'an moved in a flash, dragging Leng Tianjiao as they sprinted into the passage. Both were now First Order Mid Stage warriors, so their speed was high, and they soon reached the end.

Zhu Ping'an suddenly stopped. Leng Tianjiao, caught off guard, couldn't halt in time and slammed straight into his back.

He felt like two hot-water balloons had smacked into his back, but he didn't turn around. He just stood there, frozen.

"Zhu Ping'an, what's wrong?"

Leng Tianjiao grew worried. Just now, Ye Qingxian had also stopped moving like that, and then turned into a mangled corpse. Was Zhu Ping'an about to...

She squeezed forward, and when she saw what lay ahead, she too stood dumbstruck, just like Zhu Ping'an.

In the narrow passage, their bodies pressed tightly together, but neither of them could muster any stray thoughts.

Because what lay before them was an entire wall packed full of Qi and Blood Pills!

The wall ahead had been hollowed out into countless cubbyholes, each holding transparent jade bottles. And inside those bottles—all of them—were Qi and Blood Pills!

For a First-Rank Warrior, a Qi and Blood Pill was an absolute treasure. The price of a single pill could easily be driven up to hundreds of thousands.

And right now, the pills before them numbered at least ten thousand!

Ten thousand Qi and Blood Pills—if converted into money, that was billions!

Back when Zhu Ping'an had racked his brains to exploit a plot loophole, he'd only managed to squeeze out ten pills.

Even Leng Tianjiao, born into the Leng Family, had never in her life seen so many Qi and Blood Pills laid out before her.

The two of them looked exactly like the Wang Duoyu brothers standing in a vault staring at a billion in cash—faces full of shock and awe.

"Time to get to work!"

Zhu Ping'an licked his lips, his eyes burning with greed. No one could resist a windfall like this.

Ten thousand Qi and Blood Pills—if that Mr. Cheng still dared to cause trouble, even ten thousand pills could buy his life. Even a Seventh Rank Martial Artist would struggle to cough up ten thousand pills.

Ye Qingxian really was his lucky charm!

"Zhu Ping'an, wait!"

Just as Zhu Ping'an was about to sweep all the Qi and Blood Pills into his pockets, Leng Tianjiao quickly grabbed him.

"With so many pills here, Ye Qingxian was ahead of us. There's no way he would have passed them up."

Leng Tianjiao's reminder snapped Zhu Ping'an's pie-struck brain back to reason.

He carefully examined the revealed foot-odor trail and saw the faint green line twist its way behind the wall.

Zhu Ping'an stepped forward and felt around. He found a protruding brick near the wall's edge and pressed down hard.

Rumble!

With a tremor, the wall covered in Qi and Blood Pills slid sideways, disappearing into the adjacent stone and revealing a new passage.

It seemed Ye Qingxian hadn't touched these pills for only one reason: taking them would trigger some danger, or perhaps the mechanism wouldn't open if the pills were moved.

Thinking this, Zhu Ping'an let go, and the pill-laden wall slid back into place.

He reached out, grabbed a few bottles of pills, then pressed the protruding mechanism again. Sure enough, no matter how hard he pushed, the wall didn't budge.

Taking advantage of the wall sliding into the stone crevice, he could quickly grab a few bottles of Qi and Blood Pills—but what use were a few bottles? Zhu Ping'an wanted them all!

Then he tried to forcefully break the wall, but his Chuyi Sword only struck a series of sparks against it, leaving behind a shallow white mark.

The powerful recoil made Zhu Ping'an's tiger's mouth go numb.

"Give it up, Zhu Ping'an. It seems this mechanism is designed so you can't take the Qi and Blood Pills," Leng Tianjiao advised.

Take the pills and the mechanism wouldn't open; don't take them and the wall would slide into the stone crevice once the mechanism was triggered; a direct assault couldn't break it—this was an utterly unsolvable deadlock.

If he took the pills and turned back, Zhu Ping'an would be unwilling. Ye Qingxian hadn't even touched these Qi and Blood Pills, which meant deeper in the passage there was something even more tempting than ten thousand pills.

If he left so many Qi and Blood Pills untouched, Zhu Ping'an would be even more unwilling. That was several billion! He didn't even release that much when he usually beat off!

"Tianjiao, you trigger the mechanism this time!"

Zhu Ping'an's eyes burned red, his chest heaving continuously, as if he had made some decision that defied his ancestors.

"This..."

Leng Tianjiao knew Zhu Ping'an was unwilling, but she really couldn't think of any way to take the Qi and Blood Pills here and still move forward, unless she and Zhu Ping'an split up.

Forget it, she'd help him this once, let him give up completely.

Leng Tianjiao stepped forward and pressed the mechanism. The wall filled with Qi and Blood Pills immediately began sliding sideways into the stone crevice.

But at that moment, Leng Tianjiao was terrified out of her wits and let out a scream.

"Zhu Ping'an, are you fucking insane?"

She saw Zhu Ping'an actually shove his head into the alcove holding the Qi and Blood Pills!

Like this, once that wall entered the stone crevice, Zhu Ping'an's head would definitely be crushed like a ripe watermelon, bursting open!

"It's fine!"

Zhu Ping'an's gaze was as resolute as if he were going to fight the Japanese.

"I'm betting this mechanism will break right now!"