Falling Together into the World of Alms

"Perhaps the place where the mushroom is growing makes Your Excellency feel it is difficult to speak of."

Li Luo paused.

"This junior thinks that using a red string to pull the mushroom out should also be possible, which would avoid any awkwardness between us."

"Are you sure?" Leng Yaozhu asked.

If it were truly possible, she wouldn't have to tell Li Luo that the mushroom was growing in such an unspeakable place.

She struggled to stand up and found a coil of red string.

She asked, "What do I need to do now?"

"Your Excellency only needs to tie it securely with a dead knot, and this junior will operate from the other end of the red string," Li Luo replied.

"Fine," Leng Yaozhu answered decisively.

This method was likely the best option.

It meant she didn't have to tell Li Luo, and she could keep him from seeing it as well.

Leng Yaozhu sat back down on the bed. "I know what to do. You may go out now."

As she said this, a faint, imperceptible blush appeared on Leng Yaozhu's face.

She felt shy thinking about what she would have to do in a moment.

Li Luo nodded and retreated from the room, pulling the half-open door almost completely shut, leaving only a gap for the red string to pass through.

The red string was tied to his hand.

It was very slender.

It stretched from his hand all the way into the room to Leng Yaozhu's hand.

Seeing Li Luo retreat and close the door gave Leng Yaozhu a sense of security.

She looked toward the door, confirming that her line of sight was completely blocked.

Leng Yaozhu gritted her teeth. "Tie the red string and start the knot."

Sweat began to bead on her forehead.

The process brought an irresistible pain.

Leng Yaozhu was already a Limit Douluo, yet she could not block that sensation of pain.

It was a pain that reached the depths of her soul.

The sweat on her forehead was now the size of beans, drip by drip, falling onto the bed.

Leng Yaozhu trembled all over, gritting her teeth and holding on with all her might...

"Is Your Excellency ready?" Li Luo's voice came from outside.

Leng Yaozhu's clothes were already completely soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her body and revealing her graceful, curvaceous figure.

"Not ready yet?" Seeing that Leng Yaozhu did not answer, Li Luo asked again.

Leng Yaozhu forced herself to rally her spirits.

"Haa."

The red string was finally tied in a dead knot.

"It's done," she said in a weak voice.

Li Luo said happily, "Then this junior will begin."

He pulled the red string gently; it would be bad if he used too much force and snapped it.

However, this gentle tug felt absolutely lethal to Leng Yaozhu.

She suddenly felt the pain in her body vanish completely.

The moment Li Luo pulled the red string, whether due to his intervention or not, the excruciating pain in her body disappeared without a trace...

But what was lethal was that although the pain had vanished, the new sensation that replaced it...

Leng Yaozhu's eyes rolled back, and the veins on her forehead bulged.

This was the feeling of the World of Alms!

"No, you can't!"

Leng Yaozhu screamed desperately, "Li Luo, hurry, pull harder!"

"Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain."

Leng Yaozhu did not want to experience the feeling of the World of Alms again; she felt deeply apologetic toward Yun Ming.

Although Li Luo did not understand what was happening to Leng Yaozhu, he followed her request nonetheless.

"Pull!" Li Luo increased the force in his hand abruptly.

The red rope pulled taut.

He had expected to snap it instantly, but a sudden anomaly occurred...

"BOOM!"

Li Luo felt as if someone had struck the back of his head with a club. His entire world spun, and by the time he regained his senses, he discovered he was no longer where he had been, but had arrived in a strange place. He himself had become a filthy beggar.

Li Luo was bullied viciously by the other beggars; they kicked him into dirty water and spat in his face.

Li Luo wanted to fight back, but he found that he was completely unable to control this body.

Where the hell did this bring me? Li Luo thought in shock. Wasn't I just treating Her Excellency Heavenly Phoenix?

What kind of ghost is this?

I turned into a beggar?

While he was lost in thought, those detestable beggars began to punch and kick him. Li Luo shouted in desperation, "Hey, beat me if you must, but don't hit my face!"

Yet, no matter how hard he screamed, not a single sound came out.

He was in pain!

The beggars did not stop.

Just then, Leng Yaozhu radiated a holy light, and with a wave of her hand, she scattered those beggars. Those beggars were reduced to mists of blood. Then, she sat upon Li Luo, wiping away the saliva, wiping away the dirty water, and wiping away...

Li Luo felt that his life had surpassed that of an immortal.

Leng Yaozhu treated him with tenderness.

Li Luo became a porter, a swordsman, and a noble young master.

But the only thing that remained unchanged was Leng Yaozhu, that Leng Yaozhu who radiated a holy light.

The various pleasures of this place—he did not know how many years or months had passed.

Li Luo faintly sensed that he had begun to gain control over this body. He also discovered that a vigorous life force had accumulated within him, while the holy light on Leng Yaozhu's body had nearly faded away. Li Luo had a premonition that he was about to depart from this world.

At the Rose Hotel in the Golden Ocean, Leng Yaozhu lay on the bed, the holy light on her body having completely dissipated. She stretched lazily, the charm of a mature woman wafting toward him. Li Luo pulled up his pants; he wondered if Leng Yaozhu would perceive anything after he left this world? If she could perceive it, then he was finished!

"I have to go," Li Luo said.

Leng Yaozhu wrapped her arms around Li Luo's waist. "Where are you going?"

Her voice was soft and coquettish, enough to melt Li Luo. With great willpower, Li Luo removed Leng Yaozhu's hands. He said, "Before I came here, I was treating a senior."

"And I have stayed here for too long."

"She must be getting impatient."

Leng Yaozhu smiled enchantingly. "She is right here, how could she be impatient?"

Li Luo was stunned. "What do you mean?"

Leng Yaozhu said playfully, "The 'she' you speak of, isn't it me?"

"Am I not her?"

As she spoke, Leng Yaozhu slowly slid off her clothes. The lace slipped down.

"BOOM!"

Li Luo felt his brain explode. He stared blankly at Leng Yaozhu, staring at that mushroom.

He had not expected mushrooms, mushrooms again, and yet more mushrooms.

Li Luo muttered to himself, "I get it now. It has to be plucked by hand, only by hand. Using some damn red string is completely useless."

"Even if I used the red string, intending to clear it indirectly, it simply doesn't play by the rules."

"I can only say that the Goddess of Life cannot be the Goddess of Life; She should be called the God of Lustful Progeny."

Li Luo was now one hundred percent certain that as soon as he took action, it would be synchronized to the outside world.

Leng Yaozhu would inevitably see it.

It was his hand, plucking it from that place.

In that case, what the hell was the point of the red string!

Li Luo wailed, "Do you have to mess with me like this?!"

The only good news was that after falling into this World of Alms and being bestowed upon countless times by the selfless and loving Leng Yaozhu, he already had a premonition that his second soul skill had taken shape.

As soon as he escaped this World of Alms, his second soul skill would emerge.