Chapter 147 Even God Favors You 2

The man lowered his indifferent brows slightly and said, "Hmm."

Xie Rong: "Come here."

Lu Anlan walked over, and without him needing to say anything more, she leaned down and brought her face close.

Xie Rong raised his hand, his fingertips gently tracing over every ugly joint on his face.

Every part of it is a gift from him, and the more you look at it, the more you like it.

“A puppy abandoned by the heavens,” Xie Rong lowered his head, kissed the man’s hideous scar, and sighed, “a puppy that belongs only to me.”

Lu Anlan looked at him and said, "Mm."

No one revealed the truth about the main system and the quick transmigration system, and no one mentioned the wedding that ended without a trace five hundred years ago.

“Go do something for me,” Xie Rong whispered in the man’s ear.

Lu Anlan: "Okay."

Meanwhile, in the next room.

The young cultivator sat cross-legged on the couch, seemingly about to meditate and cultivate, but in reality, he was absent-minded, secretly pricking up his ears and slowly letting his divine sense penetrate into the next room.

The young cultivator opened his eyes abruptly when the door was kicked open, and angrily demanded, "Who goes there—"

Then, upon seeing the man's terrifying face, her eyes widened in shock, "Lu...you are Lu...Lu..."

Lu Anlan's thin lips were cold, and he didn't say a word. He raised his hand and made a hand seal. Before the seal was even released, the pressure of the Tribulation Transcending stage had already rendered all living beings within a hundred miles unable to move.

The young cultivator's limbs were firmly bound to the bed with spiritual energy locks. He watched as the red-clad youth, whom he had brought back with ill intentions during the day, walked barefoot into the room, but ignored Lu Anlan's Tribulation Transcending Stage pressure and climbed straight onto the bed.

Then, like a female ghost pressing down on him, she pressed down on him and bit his neck.

Xie Rong's teeth weren't sharp enough; they only managed to bite a small part of the young cultivator's skin.

What terrified the young cultivator was not the slight pain, but the vital energy that kept flowing out from the wound on his neck.

His youthful body, maintained through cultivation, gradually aged until he became a completely desiccated corpse, unable even to close his eyes.

Xie Rong let out a burp, his lower abdomen feeling a little uncomfortable from being so full.

Lu Anlan stepped forward, reached out, and gently wiped the blood from Xie Rong's lips with her fingertips, which were calloused from years of sword use.

The vital energy drawn from the lower abdomen circulates rapidly in the dantian, eventually transforming into abundant spiritual energy to nourish the meridians.

Xie Rong's lower abdomen deflated again.

He licked his lips with lingering satisfaction, then glanced at Lu Anlan and said, "I'm still hungry."

Lu Anlan bent down, picked him up horizontally, and without glancing at the man on the bed who had been drained, turned around and walked out of the house.

...

A heretical cultivator who drains people's life essence has been discovered in the cultivation world.

Legend has it that the evil cultivator was dressed in red, and his gender was indistinguishable. He had bare, snow-white feet and loved to lie on top of men.

It is said that the evil cultivator also had an accomplice, dressed in black with a face like a demon. Whenever the evil cultivator captured someone to cultivate, the accomplice would stand guard like a loyal and taciturn dog. After the evil cultivator finished cultivating, the accomplice would clean up the man who had been drained of his energy.

At first, the various sects of the immortal sects did not take it seriously, but it was not until Elder Nie emerged from seclusion that they realized that even the inner disciples of Canglan Mountain had not escaped the disaster.

Speaking of Elder Nie, one can't help but sigh. Five hundred years ago, he was just an insignificant outer disciple, not even worthy of carrying shoes for that person. Who knew that he would have a stroke of luck, obtain an opportunity in the secret realm, be reborn, and become a highly respected elder of the Canglan Sect.

It's a classic case of the heavens being jealous of talented people, while allowing villains to rise to power.

Today, Nie Mingxiu descended the mountain for two reasons: first, to avenge his disciple, and second, to capture that evil cultivator and establish his authority.

In the past few days, he has led his disciples to follow the trail of the evil cultivator all the way to Fuxue City, where the human, demon, and monster realms meet. He has set up a barrier outside the city, intending to trap the evil cultivator like a turtle in a jar.

The compass in my hand spun rapidly, and finally the compass needle stopped in the northwest.

Nie Mingxiu looked in that direction—

The happiest place on earth is Chunmanlou.

Standing outside the building, you can hear soft, hoarse laughter coming from inside, as if someone is flirting with someone.

This heretical cultivator is truly arrogant!

He sneered, flicked his sleeve to shoo away the illusory figure of the madam who came to greet him, and stepped into Chunmanlou.

Red gauze curtains fluttered in the lobby, laughter could be heard but no one was in sight.

Nie Mingxiu raised his hand and drew his sword, unleashing tens of thousands of sword shadows simultaneously. Although this broke the illusion, it did not harm the evil cultivator in the slightest.

He clutched his chest, staggered back several steps in shock, and was supported by disciples who rushed over from behind.

Now that he is a Nascent Soul stage expert, what kind of strange cultivation technique could enable this evil cultivator to contend with him in just two months?

A slender and graceful figure slowly emerged from behind layers of draped gauze curtains.

"Witch, stop pretending! You killed my disciple, and today you will pay for it!" Nie Mingxiu sneered, raising his sword and unleashing a sword aura that cleaved through the fragrant red veil, finally revealing the true face of the evil cultivator.

That wasn't a demoness at all, but a young man dressed in wedding attire.

This wedding dress...this face...

Nie Mingxiu felt an overwhelming sense of panic and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Even so, whenever he looked up and saw that face that wept blood in his midnight dreams, he couldn't help but be momentarily captivated, "Junior Brother..."

Xie Rong raised his hand, and purple spiritual energy flew out from his palm like vines, strangling Nie Mingxiu's neck.

Nie Mingxiu seemed to be under an illusion, his eyes sometimes filled with pain, sometimes with infatuation.

Xie Rong glanced sideways at Nie Mingxiu's disciples and said, "If you dig out his heart and let me see it, and see what color it is, I will spare your lives."

Nie Mingxiu suddenly opened his eyes wide, his eyeballs bloodshot and terrifying, but his neck was being strangled, so he couldn't make a sound.

The disciples looked at each other in bewilderment.

Killing one's master is a grave crime that cannot be tolerated by Heaven!

Purple spiritual energy transformed into vines, gently encircling their necks, causing the disciples' expressions to change.

But in the face of life and death, nothing seems to matter anymore.

"Master, don't blame us... we had no choice," the eldest disciple gritted his teeth, drew his sword, and plunged it into Nie Mingxiu's heart.

Nie Mingxiu suddenly awoke from the illusion, staring at his eldest disciple with bloodshot eyes.

The eldest disciple quickly dug out Nie Mingxiu's still-beating heart and looked at Xie Rong with joy, "It's red! Master's heart is red!"

Xie Rong chuckled softly, "Alright."

He stepped forward and reached for the heart, but an extremely powerful sword aura descended from the sky, sending him flying.

The red dress fluttered like a butterfly before finally falling helplessly to the ground.

Xie Rong propped herself up to sit up, her black hair cascading to the ground, her eyelids gradually turning blood red.

The exhilaration of finally getting revenge was shattered; his eyes were filled with tears and hatred, and the corners of his eyes were tinged with a venomous red.

"It's the sect leader! The sect leader has come to save us!"

The man was dressed in snow-white robes, with a silver emblem between his brows. His face was dignified and cold, and he used the tip of his sword to lift the chin of the evil cultivator.

"Senior Brother, how cruel you are!" The boy's black hair, as black as silk, was draped over his shoulders, and his eyes were filled with broken tears.

The man froze for a moment, his pupils contracted sharply, and the divine sword fell from his hand.

Xie Rong's face turned cold. He suddenly lunged forward, gripping the other man's neck tightly, and said softly:

"Why are you looking at me like that? You're disappointed that I'm still alive, aren't you?"