Free Web NovelFrom afar, gazing at Ju Meng walking out of the Liao Zhai Tavern, Lord Bing's expression was as heavy as water.
It is said that people who have undergone special training or have been on the battlefield for a long time have exceptionally sharp spiritual senses, allowing them to capture something called 'killing intent' during combat.
Some urban legend with special birth factors also have a particular perception of killing intent.
But in fact, for the vast majority of Psychic and urban legend, killing intent is a vague and Void thing, occasionally perceivable but difficult to describe specifically.
However, Lord Bing was not among them.
As a Calamity-level Psychic bearing the 【Hundred Generals Chart】 Spirit Mark and having gone through hundreds of life-and-death battles, his spiritual senses had an extraordinary sharpness in perceiving what is called 'killing intent'.
At this moment, Lord Bing sensed terrifying killing intent emanating from Ju Meng. It was like a gushing spring.
Emerald green Spiritual Energy fluctuations rose from her petite body, outlining the phantom of a giant tree that seemed to stand between heaven and earth, while countless black crows perched on the treetops, casting down indifferent gazes.
The killing intent, almost condensed into substance, was like a thick purplish-black shadow, with countless threads converging, overlapping, and then separating, dancing like twisted limbs of a living creature, enveloping everything within sight.
In a trance, as if experiencing a hallucination, Lord Bing saw countless corpses falling silently like straw within the shadows behind Ju Meng, instantly devoured by the storm-like flock of birds.
That was the scene of Ju Meng's repeated Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, ultimately exchanging slaughter for the 'throne'.
At that moment, a urban legend of unknown origin, having just eaten and drunk its fill, was strolling out of the Liao Zhai Tavern.
Walking in the alley, it was swept by Ju Meng's Spiritual Energy fluctuations and killing intent, causing its ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) fur to stand on end. It let out a cry of 'Aoo!', turned around, and ran back into the Liao Zhai Tavern to hide.
Although Lord Bing, standing at the end of the alley, had no intention of fighting Ju Meng, facing Ju Meng who had entered a combat state, he dared not show any slack and certainly could not retreat.
Almost simultaneously with Ju Meng taking her first step towards his direction, he activated his Spirit Mark, using his Power to resist Ju Meng's killing intent and stabilize his mind.
Thus, Spiritual Energy surged.
In an instant, a dark cloud like an iron curtain appeared behind him, spreading rapidly and gradually covering his entire body, outlining the shape of iron armor. Accompanied by chilling wails, streaks of lightning spread within the cloud-like armor, generating breathtaking thunder, like the beating of a heart.
The next moment, Ju Meng's pink fist, like a meteor, struck the raised 【Feng Chan Wolf Smoke】. And responding to Ju Meng was fierce, sharp light.
A substantial aura appeared in Lord Bing's hand, forming a torrent of anger and slaughter. The moment it quietly erupted, the cold light of iron armor emerged.
As if experiencing a hallucination, in Ju Meng's sight appeared an endless wilderness, a pitch-black sky, countless wailing souls, and figures on the horizon that resembled reapers. freeweɓnøvel.com
They wore chilling iron armor, their weapons stained with blood, and their steeds trampled corpses, like a projection of an ancient battlefield. 【Hundred Generals Chart, The Five Residences】!
Thus, two different Powers and two different Spiritual Energy fluctuations collided in the most primitive and brutal way. In an instant, there was a deafening roar.
With a single strike, Lord Bing immediately had the illusion of being swallowed by a storm. An indescribable, unavoidable storm, like a Calamity. And within that storm, some strange Power was hidden.
It was like fish swimming against the current to spawn, like willow catkins carrying seeds flying and finally taking root in the soil, or like the simplest, vibrant cell division, reproduction!
That Power invaded the bodies of those soldier phantoms, instantly adding a touch of maternal radiance to them. It was as if the battlefield would turn into a maternal and child health hospital the next second, and the art style gradually became bizarre.
Just then, a hint of surprise flashed in Lord Bing's eyes, and he exclaimed softly, 'You are the Lord of Peach Garden, Ju Meng?' After speaking, he stomped his foot fiercely, his figure retreated rapidly, landing in the distance, and he slung the Fangtian Ji in his hand behind his back.
Just now at the Liao Zhai Tavern, Ju Meng was wearing a mask and had restrained her Spiritual Energy fluctuations, so Lord Bing did not recognize her. It was only now, exchanging blows with her, that he discerned her identity from her Spiritual Energy fluctuations.
If it was Ju Meng, it wouldn't be strange for her to be mixed up with a Disaster.
Ju Meng glanced sideways at Lord Bing and said coldly, 'Consider yourself knowledgeable, it is I, your Grandma! Since you've recognized me, why aren't you hurrying to get lost?' Lord Bing pondered for a moment, his gaze drifting towards her back, and he inquired, 'Is that a Disaster you're carrying?'
'What do you think?' Ju Meng retorted impolitely.
'Then I shall assume it is....' Lord Bing thought for a moment and said, 'If you don't mind, could you hand her over to me?'
'Heh!' Ju Meng sneered, 'Asking me for someone? Who do you think you are, that old monster?! Today, with me here, no one is taking her away!'
As her voice fell, she stepped forward.
A strong wind blew into his face, Lord Bing was startled for a moment, a solemn expression appeared on his face, and he quickly said, 'Hold on! I have no intention of fighting with you. If you insist on taking the Disaster away...'
Seeing Ju Meng stop, he paused, looked at the unconscious Lu Yibei on Ju Meng's shoulder, and said seriously, 'Could you help me deliver a message? Just tell her when she wakes up.'
'Just tell her that if she plans to venture into Yumen Pass, she can come find me.'
He had originally planned to get Lu Yibei drunk and take her there directly, but now...
However, it doesn't matter! If she knows Bai Kai has already gone there, she should come find me again. Lord Bing thought.
Yumen Pass? That damned place guarded by the Yumen Sand Sea lineage? Ju Meng looked Lord Bing up and down, her chin slightly raised, 'What if I don't help you deliver the message?'
'That's fine too, I'll find her later myself,' Lord Bing said calmly.
'...' Ju Meng was silent for a few seconds, then pouted and said, 'Are you done talking? Can you get lost now?'
Hearing this, Lord Bing slightly furrowed his brow, said nothing, silently moved aside, and made a gesture of invitation.
'Hmph!' Ju Meng snorted coldly, carried Lu Yibei forward, and when she passed by Lord Bing, she paused slightly and coldly dropped a sentence.
'I'll deliver the message for you, but don't look for her again after this,' she said, then quickened her steps and walked out of the alley.
As if responding to Ju Meng's warning, Lord Bing cupped his hands, bowed slightly towards her departing back, and clasped his hands together. It wasn't until Ju Meng had gone far that he straightened up again, put away the 【Feng Chan Wolf Smoke】, raised his hands, and examined them.
He saw that on the palms of his hands, which were covered in calluses from long-term wielding of weapons, two emerald green thin lines were wriggling, as if plants were growing, absorbing his life force and Spiritual Energy, constantly expanding and reproducing.
'Hoo--!' Lord Bing heavily exhaled a breath of turbid air, muttering, 'I didn't expect that after reconstructing her Power, not only did she not fall into weakness, but her strength has surpassed that of the past.'
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Ju Meng carried Lu Yibei on her back, walking on the way back to Jingyi Apartment, her pink fists clenched tightly, and only slowly loosened them when her spiritual senses could no longer perceive Lord Bing's aura.
On her palms, streaks of blood seeped out as blood droplets, dripping down...
'Hmph, just a minor injury!' Ju Meng curled her lip in disdain, 'Consider yourself lucky you ran fast!'
Returning to Jingyi Apartment, Ju Meng threw the unconscious Lu Yibei onto the bed like a dead pig, then put her hands on her hips and looked at Lu Yibei.
'You dog thing, you deserve to get drunk to death! Do you know that I, your Sister, almost got into a fight with Lord Bing just to bring you back intact?'
It's not that I couldn't beat him! It's just that going against a Night Watch Guardian is very risky, you know?' 'For this favor, you owe me at least ten 648 yuan top-ups!'
Scolding someone requires back-and-forth to be motivating.
Lu Yibei was now unconscious and couldn't talk back, so Ju Meng felt bored after scolding for a few sentences and was about to turn around to continue playing games and find some unlucky people to vent her resentment on.
However, just as she turned around, her wrist felt a tight grip.
In a daze, Lu Yibei grabbed Ju Meng's wrist, gently pulled her back to her side, and softly murmured, 'Don't go... don't leave me alone.'
'Hiss, what's your bad habit?' Ju Meng muttered softly, turning back, only to notice that Lu Yibei's body had curled up into a ball at some point, and she seemed to be having a nightmare, her eyelids constantly trembling.
She looked like a shivering little stray cat on a winter street, evoking pity.
'Spit! If you can't drink, don't learn from others! Idiot!' Ju Meng spat, her face full of impatience, but she didn't leave. Instead, she sat down by the bed and quietly observed Lu Yibei.
Lu Yibei, possessing the core of a Demoness Seed urban legend body, was already remarkably beautiful after becoming a urban legend, with a hint of charm, and her appearance when drunk was even more alluring.
Ju Meng watched, somewhat mesmerized, and unknowingly lay down beside Lu Yibei.
In the soft light of the night lamp, her face was as smooth and warm as a piece of beautiful jade, a blush spreading across her cheeks, extending along the line of her snow-white jaw to her slender neck.
Her nose was delicately upturned, her cherry-like lips slightly pouted, crystal clear like jelly, making one want to take a bite, then hold it in their mouth and savor it.
Ju Meng, '...'
If I kiss her now, she probably won't notice, right?
This isn't taking advantage of someone! This is with permission, she said it herself, she told me to do as I please! Since she told me to do as I please, what's wrong with me kissing her? It's already pretty good that I didn't make her a sudden mother, right? Ju Meng thought, and leaned closer again, her nose almost touching Lu Yibei's nose.
That warm, moist breath carrying the scent of alcohol sprayed onto her face, making her heart itch, like a kitten sharpening its claws, making her increasingly eager to act.
So, as if preparing for that kiss, she pursed her lips. Then, she leaned forward.
Just then, Lu Yibei's eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes. Their eyes met, Ju Meng, '...'
