Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

She took out a spirit stone and handed it to Di Shudie to pay the cost:

"The sooner the better!"

I really want to see Xiao Yunhan's exasperated expression...

After accepting the gifts, Di Shudie said tactfully:

"Senior, your son just jumped down, and ahead lies an area teeming with flying magical beasts. Look..."

"It's nothing, don't worry. That kid may have bothered you two just now. He's just a kid and doesn't know any better, so please be lenient with him. If you see him being so presumptuous next time, don't be polite, just beat him up."

Di Shudie: "..."

After giving her instructions, Zuo Qiuchi left. Protecting a single spaceship wasn't really worth her too much attention. Her perception had already detected the strength and realm of most of the flying magical beasts within range, equivalent to the fourth-level human cultivators. Even if the elders from Xiaoxiang Qin Academy came, they could easily protect the caravan.

Although Chu Mingkong and Zuo Qiuchi were treated like insignificant figures by the elders at Xiaoxiang Qin Academy, a sixth-level cultivator was already considered a powerful figure. If one day the Immortal Treasure Pavilion were to transport a peerless treasure, the strongest bodyguards they could hire would essentially be people at this level.

After a brief period of liveliness, the captain's room returned to its tranquility, just the two of them, though neither of them had the mood or inclination for it.

Di Shudie whispered to her Daoist partner:

"Wang Fei, did you see that boy just now? How come his penis is so exaggeratedly large even before it's fully erect? He's still young and hasn't even grown up yet. How terrifying will he be when he grows up! Is he a demon? But I've never heard of anything like this among demons."

It's quite indecent and inappropriate for a young lady to talk about male "promotion" devices. But Di Shudie's intention was merely surprise, coupled with her trust in Wang Fei's childhood friendship, so she directly voiced her thoughts.

However, Wang Fei was prone to jealousy and suspicion. Moreover, in this Daoist relationship, Di Shudie was more outstanding than him. Even if he didn't want to admit it, he often doubted whether he could stay with Di Shudie for long. Now, when he heard Di Shudie ask about another man's private parts in front of him, it sounded like she was criticizing his small stature, and he was furious.

"What do you mean by staring at other men like that, you're a woman!"

Di Shudie was puzzled by her Daoist partner's emotional change and asked in return:

"What do you mean? He's just a little boy, what could I possibly mean? I was just surprised and that's why I told you. I didn't mean anything by it!"

"You said you didn't mind me, but you've already said it. If you didn't have the heart to say that, why would you say it?"

Di Shudie was calm and composed; otherwise, she wouldn't have become the leader. She didn't want to discuss this matter with Wang Fei anymore, so she decided to consider it as her fault for starting the conversation first.

"Alright, alright, it was my fault this time. I'll go and deal with the viewing stone for that senior. You make some preparations and go outside to be on guard against flying magical beasts."

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After Chu Mingkong jumped down from the woods, he used his senses to search for Zuo Qiuchi's stockings and also to see where the trapped girl was. But he immediately noticed something strange.

"This godforsaken place weakens my senses. I can't even sense a single sock. That shouldn't be the case. How could Zuo Qiuchi's aura possibly escape my senses? This place is not good."

Could this really be a staged accident scam?

He rushed towards the source of the sound, only to find it empty.

Before them lay the small ruins they had seen from high above, crumbling walls and broken pillars, their original form unrecognizable. Had it not been for some of the remaining walls and pillars, this place would likely have been mistaken for a pile of rubble.

"Where is she? Even if it's a honey trap, now that they've tricked me, they should have sent people to arrest me, right?" Chu Mingkong was getting more and more confused. "There's no blood, no signs of a struggle, but the little girl who was blocked by that strange thing just now has disappeared."

Forget it, I'll just consider it a chance to get some fresh air. If they don't show up, I'll just leave.

Chu Mingkong was urinating while holding his high-pressure water pump and whistling to vent his frustration when suddenly, a series of dark shadows flashed in the corner of his eye.

He looked closely and saw a group of strangely dressed believers kneeling and bowing down, looking up at something. They were facing Chu Mingkong and chanting incantations.

"...?"

Chu Mingkong's hand, which was holding the water gun, trembled slightly.

After he finished urinating, he realized it might be an illusion, because the water he excreted passed through the bodies of these people. So, was the little girl trapped there also an illusion?

"Impressive! The illusions in this place can even preserve sounds and affect my senses. Could this ruin be a magic array?"

As soon as he finished talking to himself, the image of a group of kowtowing believers slowly disappeared, but before Chu Mingkong had finished urinating, a new illusion appeared.

This time, the illusion was of several people walking out from the depths of the dense forest. They were all women, wearing Rakshasa demon masks with ferocious expressions. Through the two holes in the masks, one could see their eyes at that moment.

As the women approached, the woman in the lead suddenly froze, her steps halting. Chu Mingkong was startled by her reaction.

Through the eye holes of the mask, her gaze seemed to have encountered something incredible.

"Judging from this reaction... something powerful or a treasure must have appeared in these ruins. This woman's eyes are wide open like copper bells... Oh my! She even pulled out a dagger as she walked over. It seems that some kind of enemy has indeed appeared in these ruins."

Chu Mingkong's urge to urinate was nearing its end. He mustered his last bit of strength and gave a powerful spurt, the water gushing out like a water tornado, and then—

A big question mark popped out of his forehead.

because,

He discovered that the water had indeed splashed onto the woman's feet.

The woman's dagger lunged at him!

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"Although I don't know how you, you little demon brat, got in here, you dare to insult the totem altar, die!"

Accompanying the woman were two other women who angrily rebuked her, and they immediately took out their weapons to deal with this brat who had insulted the totem altar.

Chu Mingkong possessed exceptional combat talent, coupled with his numerous experiences in the Abyss in his early years. He instantly entered combat mode, and everything in his field of vision slowed down to a snail's pace. The offensive momentum of the razor-sharp dagger seemed to have slowed down, but the leader, a woman with a black-faced, broken-tooth mask, suddenly increased in speed.

Because of his previous carelessness, Chu Mingkong had fallen into a passive and defensive situation. He only realized that he had to regain the initiative when the other party's dagger was stabbed in his face. In his mind, he had already calculated every step of the counterattack!

The first step is to pull up your pants.

The second step is to absolutely not back away; the atmosphere behind you is not right. You can only rush into the other person's arms.

In this way, we can bring the pace of the battle back to the same level. Wait... I don't have pants. Not having pants means I don't have to pull them up. In other words, I've saved the first step. My battle rhythm has already taken a step ahead of the opponent!

The advantage of going first was actually mine!

The cold glint of the dagger was already in front of him. Chu Mingkong first crouched down, then rolled forward, landing between the woman's legs. Halfway through the roll, Chu Mingkong delivered a whip kick aimed at the female assassin's groin. Unfortunately, the female assassin was extremely agile, and her steps shifted slightly backward. Chu Mingkong's foot grazed her groin, just a hair's breadth away from delivering a powerful kick, only managing to tear her animal hide shorts.

Almost at the same time, two shadowy hands reached out from the ground where he had just been standing. If Chu Mingkong had retreated due to inertia, he would probably have fallen into their trap.

The two red-faced witches wearing demon masks exclaimed in surprise:

"What a nimble lad, advancing instead of retreating?"

The female assassin had a more direct understanding of Chu Mingkong's assessment. His physical strength was terrifying. Although his kick hadn't actually touched her, the heat generated by the friction of their bodies had scorched her pants.

Chu Mingkong's expression twitched, his features scrunched up, and he couldn't help but say:

"You old bastard... how did you get so charred? Did you use a fire poker as a sex toy?!"

"court death!"

The dark-skinned assassin raised her left leg, her toes hooking out with a deft, almost hand-like movement. She gripped a dagger and thrust it towards the back of Chu Mingkong's head, simultaneously unleashing the [Soul-Separating Thrust]. This was an assassination technique from witchcraft; the first strike before the dagger was a mental attack. If the opponent was only focused on the dagger and ignored the invisible mental attack, then in that brief moment of distraction, the seemingly casual thrust of the dagger would be fatal.

Just as Chu Mingkong was about to dodge, he found that his legs felt as if they were filled with lead, heavy and difficult to move.

It turned out that two other sorceresses had worked together to cast a small-scale spell, creating a large area centered on them where outsiders could not move an inch.

Chu Mingkong took out a long spear from his storage ring. It was difficult for him to wield the spear properly, much like he was doing pole vaulting. However, the Spear Immortal had reached the pinnacle of spear usage, achieving victory without moves. Each strike was equivalent to performing a profound and mysterious high-level combat technique.

He turned his back to the black-clad female assassin, and slightly raised the end of his gun, which blocked the assassin's dagger.

A sense of urgency flashed through the female assassin's mind, and she retreated rapidly, leaving a series of afterimages. She shouted to her subordinates, "Retreat immediately!"

The little boy, who had left her only with his bare back view, smiled and said to the witch girls:

"Don't listen to her. There's no way to retreat. You should jump up, preferably over my head, or you'll die."

Chu Mingkong swept his spear in place, creating a full moon shape that perfectly outlined half of a peach-shaped buttock.

"This shot is called, 'Left Autumn Pond Peach Buttock Half-Moon Sweep'!"

In an instant, the intent of the gun raged through this desolate wilderness; if viewed from above, the trees within a radius of several miles had all fallen.

Before the two sorcerer women could react to Chu Mingkong's words, their legs were swept off, and their lives were taken away by the lingering intent of the gun.

The female assassin, whose figure appeared in the air, sensed the intent of the gun, and memories surfaced in her mind.

"You're that tin can guy who attacked the tribe back then!"

In the brief exchange, Chu Mingkong recognized his opponent's attack habits. Although they were very different from what he had seen before, some of his old habits remained unchanged.

"You are Fengying's master, Gu Mei. I never expected you to be so dark-skinned. Fengying has many more fans, but you're still alive?"

Chu Mingkong had just noticed her back; the tattoo on her back looked as if it had been burned, which usually meant that the cultivation technique represented by the tattoo had failed.

Beneath the mask, Gu Mei's eyes narrowed: "You, the Prince of Xiling, have you become a child again?"

After World War I, Gu Mei investigated that person's information and learned that it was Chu Mingkong, the heir of Xiling. She should have recognized him at first glance, but just now she only felt that he looked somewhat familiar, because no normal person would think that someone could age so quickly.

She wondered if this person's body was in this state because he thought that by rejuvenating, the wounds of the Abyss would dissipate.

Now that she realized what had happened, Gu Mei felt a little relieved. If his kick had been imbued with the spiritual energy of extreme Yin Fire, she would have been in serious trouble.

Now that she knew it was him, Gu Mei had no intention of continuing the fight.

"Where is Fengying?" Chu Mingkong asked.

"Feng Ying? That brat actually dared to come back. She really doesn't know what's good for her. No wonder someone's been secretly investigating me lately. Thank you for bringing me this information!"

Gu Mei's figure disappeared, vanishing to who knows where.

At the same time, a series of hoarse, grinding sounds came from beneath the earth around the ruins. One after another, purplish-black hands pierced through the soil, and soon, countless charred corpses crawled out.

These charred corpses were the same as the things that Chu Mingkong had just seen on the spaceship that had surrounded the little girl.

"These corpses... such a strong Yin aura, were they made from the corpses of people who died from wounds in the Abyss?"

Chu Mingkong unleashed another Crescent Sweep, severing the legs of these Yin Corpses. However, as if unaffected, they casually picked up a leg and reattached it, continuing to move towards Chu Mingkong.

"The extreme yin energy has faded a bit. It seems these things get weaker the more they are killed, relying on extreme yin energy to survive? Are there such things now?"

Chu Mingkong decided not to pay any more attention to these things. Judging from what Gu Mei had just said, she was planning to go find Feng Ying. He decided to go after Gu Mei and use her to find her!

"Don't think you can get away, you old bastard. Don't forget, your feet smell like my pee. Do you think you can escape?"

This is foreshadowing!

He had thought everything through from the very beginning; he definitely didn't just pee randomly!

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