Chapter 496: The World is Really Small
Translator: Tim Editor: GlobeGlotter
“Piss off!” Song Yangzhu couldn’t stand the smoke from their cigarettes drifting into her tent. She decided to teach the two men a lesson.
Jiang Chuanwu spat smoke in Song Yangzhu’s face and muttered, “Young girl, in this barren mountain, wouldn’t it be good if we kept each other company? It’ll be warm.”
Killing intent flashed in Song Yangzhu’s eyes. Just because she’d never killed before didn’t mean she couldn’t. She kicked Jiang Chuanwu tens of meters away, then did the same to Ericson.
Immediately, she felt weak and intensely lustful. Realizing the smoke was drugged, she lacked the strength to even extinguish the cigarette.
“Didn’t you promise the smoke—” Jiang Chuanwu began, but stopped, noticing her stumbling.
“Hehe, authentic African Red Snake Grass. No matter how conservative she is, she won’t be able to control herself,” Ericson chuckled, rubbing his waist as he slowly rose. “That woman’s kick was powerful, though.”
Jiang Chuanwu felt fear. Without the smoke, they wouldn’t have stood a chance against her.
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Ye Mo stood. After a day of recovery, his outer wounds and bones had healed, and his spirit sense was half-restored. His chi, however, was less than 1% recovered due to his injured dantian. To regain his chi, he needed to heal his dantian, but without the lotus life pill, it wouldn't be easy. He longed to leave, but needed his flying sword. Finding materials to forge another would be incredibly difficult.
He searched by the river for hours, growing tired. A white animal darted past—a fox, his spirit sense revealed. He knew such creatures were rare, especially a beautiful white one.
He decided to give it to Luo Ying, thinking Qingxue having Silver made it a perfect gift. He followed the fox, which ran faster when it sensed pursuit. Catching it would’ve been easy with his flying sword or full chi, but now, he was barely stronger than a normal man. He ran for hours, unknowingly entering the inner snow mountains. Near exhaustion, he almost caught the fox.
Just as he was about to grab it, he sensed his flying sword deep in the mountains. His sword had fallen by the river; why was it here? Regardless, he had to retrieve it. He maxed his spirit sense and ran toward it. The fox stopped and watched him go.
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Song Yangzhu felt like jelly, realizing her predicament. She regretted merely kicking them instead of killing them. Seeing Jiang Chuanwu and Ericson approach, her heart sank—she knew it was over if they reached her tent. She tried to force the mist from her body but couldn't.
Jiang Chuanwu tossed a sword to Ericson. “Yours. I’ll go first.”
Ericson ignored him, examining the sword. He sliced a rock in half like tofu. Shocked, he realized this wasn’t just any sword. Even without the fox fur, he’d scored big. Jiang Chuanwu, however, had foolishly given it away.
As Jiang Chuanwu approached, Song Yangzhu trembled.
“Cooperation would’ve been better. I wouldn't be the only one enjoying this. You're not losing anything, why be so serious?” Jiang Chuanwu casually extended his hand.
“Animal, if you dare, I’ll kill you!” Song Yangzhu yelled, powerless but determined.
Jiang Chuanwu laughed. “Threaten me? How about I kill you after I fck you, btch.” He did intend to kill her; her kick proved she was too dangerous to live.
As despair set in, Song Yangzhu felt strength return. She rejoiced, wanting her sword, but intense lust overwhelmed her. The lust felt shameful.
Jiang Chuanwu stripped to the waist and approached. Song Yangzhu’s skin shivered; her eyes were red. Somehow, she found the strength to resist.
“Hehe, soon you’ll understand how good it is.” Jiang Chuanwu grabbed her shoulder, helping her undress. Song Yangzhu bit her tongue, clinging to reason, and kicked him out of the tent again. Immediately, she succumbed to desire, tearing off her clothes.
“Ericson—” Jiang Chuanwu started to berate Ericson for the mist's weakness, but stopped, seeing Song Yangzhu frantically undressing.
Her resistance showed the mist’s potency, but also her strong will. He decided to get more from Ericson. With such poison, what woman couldn’t he conquer?
Ericson replied, “Hurry up. That mist is strong. Leave her too long, and she’ll go crazy.”
Jiang Chuanwu, unable to restrain himself, stripped and charged toward the tent.
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Ye Mo arrived in the valley just as Jiang Chuanwu rushed into the cave. Seeing Song Yangzhu seemingly undressing shocked him. He sighed—the world was small.
He knew she'd been drugged, and he wouldn’t let this go, especially since she'd saved him. He sneered, “Abusing women deep in the mountains, huh!”
Jiang Chuanwu stopped, seeing Ye Mo. He quickly yelled, “Ericson, kill him!”
Ye Mo saw Ericson placing down his sword to draw his gun. Irony struck him. He manipulated his flying sword, slitting Ericson’s throat in a swift arc.