Parchment Map

Leng Tianjiao was usually expressionless, known far and wide as an iceberg beauty.

But at this moment, that iceberg beauty's face was more expressive than if she were about to star in a movie.

Zhu Ping'an had gone mad!

That was the only thought in Leng Tianjiao's mind right now!

That wall was so hard it couldn't even be cut through, yet Zhu Ping'an had shoved his head into the wall's niche—this was clearly suicide!

Leng Tianjiao frantically pulled at the mechanism in terror, but once it started, there was no stopping it.

Looking back at Zhu Ping'an, he actually still had a confident smile on his face.

This guy really was insane!

"Zhu Ping'an, get out of there! You'll really die!" Leng Tianjiao screamed, feeling as if an invisible hand was gripping her heart and yanking it downward.

She hadn't felt this kind of panic in a long time. The last time was when her mother passed away.

"No need to worry, I've got this... Holy shit?"

The immense force from both walls pressed down on Zhu Ping'an's head, making it feel like it was about to explode.

Had he misjudged? Even if he hadn't reached that plot point yet, would he still die?

Zhu Ping'an's heart tightened, but luckily, the next second, with a loud crash, the wall that had been sliding rapidly into the stone suddenly stopped.

"Phew!"

Zhu Ping'an let out a huge sigh of relief and quickly pulled his head out. It seemed he hadn't guessed wrong.

"Hehehe~"

Zhu Ping'an grinned foolishly as he rubbed his aching forehead. That was tens of billions, after all. Getting squeezed like that for tens of billions—totally worth it!

Just as he was chuckling to himself, a slap suddenly landed on his face.

Before he could even react to what was happening, he felt a soft, full body crash into his arms, holding him tightly.

Zhu Ping'an was confused. What the hell was Miss Leng doing?

But when he looked down, he saw Leng Tianjiao sobbing in his arms.

"Tianjiao, what's wrong?" Zhu Ping'an asked, completely baffled.

"From now on, don't you ever risk your life like that again! If you need money or Qi and Blood Pills, you can tell me—I have them!" Leng Tianjiao lifted her eyes, stubbornly staring at Zhu Ping'an, her eyes still red-rimmed.

"Miss Leng, are you trying to make me a kept man?" Zhu Ping'an asked with a smile.

Leng Tianjiao was silent for a moment, then spoke: "I can give them to you secretly. Heaven knows, earth knows, you know, I know. That way, no one will know you're a kept man."

Zhu Ping'an laughed. For some reason, he found Leng Tianjiao kind of cute at this moment—adorably naive.

If this kind of behavior were posted online back on Earth, she'd be called a simp by the little fairies.

"Just promise me you'll never do something this dangerous again!" Leng Tianjiao insisted.

"Alright, next time for sure."

Zhu Ping'an agreed casually. Back when he read novels before transmigrating, when the author asked him to vote, he always said "next time for sure," and ended up freeloading without ever casting a single vote.

Similarly, when the next risky opportunity came, he definitely wouldn't pass it up.

After all, if he didn't make good use of his undying body's traits to gather resources and strengthen himself, once the plot point arrived, he'd really become a dead man.

Taking advantage of the jammed mechanism, Zhu Ping'an quickly stuffed the Qi and Blood Pills into his pockets. There were too many, so he just threw away the jade bottles, took off his shirt, and poured all the pills onto it like beans.

He tied the two sleeves together, zipped it up, and turned it into a makeshift shopping bag.

In the end, Zhu Ping'an carried a bulging backpack of Qi and Blood Pills, grinning from ear to ear.

These were tens of thousands of Qi and Blood Pills! If he gave them all to Cai Kun, the Cai Family would surpass the Leng Family to become the top clan in Green City in no time—that was the value of tens of thousands of Qi and Blood Pills!

He wanted to share some with Leng Tianjiao, but she flatly refused, saying he had earned them with his life and she couldn't take them.

Zhu Ping'an rubbed his nose, not knowing how to explain the whole "plot" thing to Leng Tianjiao, so in the end, he just accepted all the pills himself.

"Ah, if only I had a Storage Ring or something," Zhu Ping'an lamented, troubled for the first time by having too many Qi and Blood Pills.

"Sell half the pills on your back, and you'll be able to afford one," Leng Tianjiao said.

"That expensive?" Zhu Ping'an sucked in a cold breath, his pupils contracting sharply. Selling half the pills would net him at least over twenty billion.

"To refine a Storage Ring, at least an Eighth Rank martial artist is needed to succeed. It's normal for them to be expensive."

After hearing Leng Tianjiao's explanation, Zhu Ping'an nodded. He remembered that in the original story, when he met Ye Qingxian at university, that guy had a Storage Ring on him.

He'd just snatch one from Ye Qingxian then. He wasn't about to pay for something that expensive himself.

The two followed the footprints Ye Qingxian had left behind and continued deeper into the passage.

At the end of the passage.

Ye Qingxian and Yan Shubing walked ahead, with Ye Qingxian holding an iron chain in his hand, chaining seven Leng Family martial artists.

All seven were unconscious, being dragged along by Ye Qingxian.

"Hmph, that dumb dog Zhu Ping'an—does he really think he's the only one who knows how to poison? With just a little trick, I had him running in circles."

Ye Qingxian let out a cold laugh, unable to resist shoving a hand into his pants to scratch vigorously.

With no one around except Yan Shubing, he could finally scratch his athlete's foot to his heart's content without restraint.

Yan Shubing watched the former idol in her eyes act so vulgar, and though she felt a twinge of disgust, she didn't show it.

"Qingxian Ge, it's a pity we didn't get all those Qi and Blood Pills. Can we go back for them later?" Yan Shubing's eyes sparkled with anticipation, clearly still fixated on those tens of thousands of pills.

"Hmph! A mere ten thousand Qi and Blood Pills? Shubing, think bigger. The real treasures in Secret Realm Number Thirteen are nothing those pills can compare to!"

Ye Qingxian pulled out an Ancient Parchment Scroll and studied it closely.

If anyone else were here, they would realize that the scroll in Ye Qingxian's hands was none other than a complete map of Secret Realm Number Thirteen!

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