Lingzhang

Chapter 230: Blue and Red

Not afraid of messing up the job.

I’m just afraid that there will be no work to do.

Honestly speaking, the drama of two top evil cultivators, two geniuses with different standpoints, competing against each other in the same era and in the same environment, as incompatible as fire and water, has been recorded too many times in various ways in various stories and real records in past and present lives, from ancient times to the present.

There is so much that there is nothing new to be said here.

But no matter when, once this kind of confrontational interpersonal relationship structure unfolds, no matter how bloody the reasons, experiences and directions are, it will instantly attract a huge number of eyeballs.

This is the power of classics that have been tested by time.

In particular, in addition to the tit-for-tat interpersonal relationships between the geniuses, there is also a layer of targeted relationships between the young masters of top aristocratic families and the geniuses and evildoers of commoner origin.

Adding another example to another.

It is precisely because of the long time he has been in the ocean of traffic and the energy of all the empty noises on the Internet for generations that Yue Hanzhang has a very deep understanding of this.

Therefore, when in the ring, Yue Hanzhang could be blatantly sarcastic to Jiang Ziran without any psychological burden.

Uncle.

Such a good stage has been built for you. As long as the Jiang family continues to test me, every fight in the ring can be regarded as a competition between you and me.

At that time, if my reputation increases, your reputation will also spread.

The eldest son of the Jiang family, who used to be high up in the clouds and disappeared, was indeed a genius. In the real world, among the countless people in Qizhou, he was not even more famous than the geniuses from the county families.

Nowadays, being black and red is also red. For Jiang Ziran, being able to spread his fame in a more down-to-earth way is more important than anything else.

From then on, the Jiang family’s publicity and promotion channels had ten thousand ways to whitewash Jiang Ziran bit by bit.

When you meet a worthy opponent, Yue Hanzhang is that worthy opponent.

So, you really won’t be angry if I say a few more insults to you, right?
When thinking like this.

Yue Hanzhang had already walked slowly to the side of the ring.

Naturally, the staff of the Taoist temple's martial arts field handed the bet brought by Zhou You to Yue Hanzhang, opened the alloy safety box, and two metal cards lay quietly in the sponge pad.

A metal card with a purple-gold color, etched on it is an extremely complex code of numbers and Chinese characters.

With this line of code, Yue Hanzhang can exchange it for a golden seal for ordination at the Taoist temple’s logistics warehouse.

The other metal card is silver-white in color, and is also etched with a line of complex codes. In the corner of the card, there is also a logo similar to the company's logo.

That is the Sun family of Bingdao.

With this card, one can exchange it at the Sun family for a customized special super alloy, which can be used for secondary smelting when refining battle armor in the future.

Things, in fact, are all good things.

But Yue Hanzhang knew that after he had just caused some big news, a lot of live broadcast equipment was now aimed at him.

So, from beginning to end, Yue Hanzhang looked at the two cards indifferently, then closed the safe box casually, and then shook his head with some contempt, just like when he was being sarcastic to Jiang Ziran just now.

"Small family——"

And when such images are captured by high-precision live broadcast equipment and then presented at Jiang Ziran’s residence in the Shuhai area.

Jiang Ziran, who had just recovered from his broken mood, blushed again in an instant.

"Like a dog—"

Probably, he had never cursed at anyone like this since he was a child. Whenever Jiang opened his mouth, he would just repeat the same two words over and over again.

And this time.

Before he could finish his angrily words, he suddenly froze there.

Even though he did not have as much experience as Yue Hanzhang in terms of fame and traffic, Jiang Ziran's own intelligence enabled him to keenly think of the benefits of this incident to himself after it happened.

Many times, not everything can be accomplished just by relying on the family background.

In a situation like this where geniuses are confronting each other, it is not only necessary to find a genius who is truly strong and qualified, but also to make them willing to cooperate in order to play out such a game.

If Yue Hanzhang had not said this, it would have been a punishment from the Jiang family.

But what Yue Hanzhang said was about the grievances between Jiang Ziran and him, and the friction between the geniuses.

Just one sentence created a smooth channel for Jiang Ziran to gain fame.

"Damn it - a slap in the face and a sweet date, right -"

After understanding these key points, Jiang was no longer angry.

However, the feeling of being suffocated and having no place to vent after being treated sarcastically still made Jiang Ziran very unhappy and he stood there with his hands on his hips.

After a long while, he gritted his teeth and slashed his arm armor fiercely as if to vent his anger.

"Okay, okay! I'll choose someone for you! I'll raise your price! Let's see how long you can keep up this act!"
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Jichuan County, the county seat.

It is called a county capital, but in fact, the planning of the entire city looks more like an enlarged version of a base city.

Especially with the arrival of night, from the bright lights in the city center to the darkness in the shanty towns farther away, it is as if layers of gauze curtains are hanging down, with rolling hills crisscrossing one after another.

This is a different landscape.

But for Luo Zhaoqing, no matter how good this place is, it is not as peaceful as the provincial capital.

I don't know why. Luo Zhaoqing has been out of the state before. In the past, he even used the identity of a monk from an aristocratic family to travel in many county governments and secretly act for the Song Sheng Church.

However, this was probably the first time that he was forced to come to Jichuan County in a dominated and exiled way.

Compared with the grandeur of the provincial capital, the dry and paper-thin walls of the county capital could never give Luo Zhaoqing a sense of peace.

He was very uneasy.

This uneasy feeling mixed with the complexity of being forced to leave made him feel indescribably depressed.

Especially at this moment, when he sat upright on the large wooden chair, looking at the city with its interweaving light and darkness through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor, this complex and depressed emotion was immediately interpreted to the extreme.

Hatred flashed across his weathered face.

Then, accompanied by the involuntary force of his arms, an involuntary cry of pain suddenly came from beside him, from beside his legs.

It was a naked woman, who was kneeling on the ground with her plump legs crossed.

At the same time, her arm was resting on Luo Zhaoqing's knees.

Unlike Luo Zhaoqing who was staring at the floor-to-ceiling window in a trance.

At this moment, she was staring blankly at the smooth mirror wall on the other side of Luo Zhaoqing's body.

Or to be more precise, he was staring at the woman reflected in the mirror. Her skin was as white as a virgin, delicate as hers, but her face was extremely enchanting. Her pair of purple-red lips didn't seem to be painted on but were born that way, and her pupils looked like cat's eyes.

She was admiring her own beauty and youth with a morbid expression.

But if you really look closely, you can still see some similarities between this face, which has changed drastically, and Zhu Tingmo's face shape in the past.

And underneath that morbid expression of deliberate daze, one can vaguely see that this face had been in a state of madness, cruelty and distortion for a long time.

Especially when Luo Zhaoqing's hands unconsciously exerted force and created blue and red bruises on her snow-white skin, causing her to cry out in pain, the distortion of her facial expression became even more obvious.

Luo Zhaoqing looked down at her.

Then, his hand gently brushed across the arm armor.

Along with a very familiar light screen interface similar to the one that controls the transformation of the monk popping up, detailed self-screens marked out everything from the operating status of the person's organs, the different thermal temperatures at different locations in the body, and even the blood flow rate and changes in nerve currents.

Even where this person has been, what he has seen, and what he has said to whom, there are different pages showing the continuous archiving of files.

And then, Luo Zhaoqing's hand tapped a certain spot on the screen, accompanied by his operations on the arm armor.

Almost instantly, as if her whole body was sweating, the woman's smooth and delicate skin was covered with a layer of sweat that looked like transparent oil. The "sweat" stuck to her skin in an instant, with bright light moving on it.

Then, the color changed from completely transparent to blue and red as the spiritual light changed. When looking again, along the major orifices of her body, densely packed tiny demon characters and interlaced patterns of seal characters all converged towards her hands.

bass--

Like cat's claws, ten sharp claws of the monster were revealed. The bones were as clear as jade, but they gave people a sense of toughness and sharpness as steel for no reason.

With such changes, a blood energy filled with the brutality of monsters flowed along with the flickering of the patterns.

After a few seconds.

Luo Zhaoqing tapped the screen again, and immediately, all the changes seemed to flow back on the woman's body. The nails retracted, and the gelatinous armor turned back into a fine transparent liquid and seeped under the woman's skin.

When I looked again, the bruise had disappeared.

Now, the woman was no longer looking at the mirror, but at the long fingers that once stretched out like claws.

"What an ingenious transformation method. Mastering extraordinary abilities and returning to youth is really great—"

"Yes, this is the most advanced technology of the Luo family..."

But before Luo Zhaoqing could finish speaking, the woman suddenly laughed.

"You can't fool me, Luo family? Aristocratic families would not use transformation methods so blatantly to transfer the essence of human form and spirit to that of a demon beast. This is the method of the Songsheng Cult. I know it. I knew it from the beginning..."

Hearing this, Luo Zhaoqing narrowed his eyes slightly.

He actually saw a familiar style of another person on the face of this woman who was gradually going crazy.

She still continued to talk.

"I don't care about these. As long as this method works, it's fine. I can use it as an example to win over many people you want to win over.

I just want to know, after doing this, can Yue Hanzhang die?! Can Gu Qinghan die?! Can Zhu Tingxiu die?!

My son is dead, and this is an offense to my son—No! This is an offense to me!

They are using my son's death to anger me!

it's me! "

Upon hearing this, Luo Zhaoqing's eyes suddenly became obscure and incomprehensible.

“I came to you because of your hatred.

They lingered in the provincial capital and didn't want to look at Jichuan County again.

Only something truly earth-shattering can sweep them away in the torrent of the trend and force them to come back.

This is the premise for all revenge!

My son also died in Jecheon County—"

(End of this chapter)