Chapter 27 I've been drugged with aphrodisiacs! Xiao Huaiyuan's sword-wielding speed increased...
Fu Ming punched Young Master Gu's head against the wall, smashing a large, spiderweb-like crater into the brick wall.
He's wanted to do this for a long time.
As a long-standing and popular trope in "Dragon Pride" novels, Fu Ming had certainly heard of it.
But who would put an aphrodisiac on the male lead? That's just asking for a beating.
Blood gushed from half of Young Master Gu's face. After taking several punches, he suddenly had a flash of insight, his lips twisted as he mumbled something.
"You're not Kouxiang, you're... that girl from Yingchun Restaurant..."
Fu Ming was surprised: "You only just realized that?"
His figure is completely unlike that of an ordinary woman. This man is indeed not interested in the woman named Kouxiang; he is only after her beauty.
As they were talking, Fu Ming raised his fist and attacked his chin and nose, leaving his face bruised and purple like a minced meat shop, and he immediately fainted.
Fu Ming didn't take the aphrodisiac too seriously.
Firstly, he held his breath in time, and secondly, the antidote he took was a valuable item obtained from the elders of the Tianyan Sect, so it should be no problem to deal with a minor poison.
The ceiling above suddenly trembled, and one could tell that pursuers were approaching.
At this moment, Fu Ming, who had a lot of experience in being chased, used the same trick again. He took off his outer robe and threw it on the unconscious Young Master Gu, while he picked up Fang Xiaohui and ran downstairs.
From the outside, this auction house appears to be nothing more than a three-story vermilion building, but its interior is a completely different world. Several underground levels extend deep into the rock walls, and walking through them always made him feel as if he had fallen into the eighteenth level of hell.
Indeed, it was probably hell. Wherever it went, high-pitched and mournful howls echoed.
Among the so-called auction items were men, women, children, and the elderly, most of whom were missing limbs, and there were also many strangely shaped monsters that had been modified.
His senses were extremely sharp, and in the blink of an eye he saw several demonic cultivators whose bodies had turned to dust but still retained their breath crawling on the filthy ground. Their forms were almost identical to the skeletons he had seen in the mine, which truly made him shudder.
Fu Ming clicked his tongue lightly.
He had always disliked these guys who conducted messy experiments; if he wanted to kill them, he should have, but instead, he had to torture them like this.
He wielded his sword and chopped down the door as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, also severing all the chains and shackles binding the auction items.
The heavy iron gates swung open one after another, and the freed people and beasts filed out toward the sliver of light above.
Behind Fu Ming, dark shadows surged, and he alone went against the current, venturing deeper into the river.
After releasing about ten batches of auction items, Fu Ming finally reached the deepest level.
The swarms of bats were startled and flew away. The cage was now empty, and clusters of mushrooms grew from the dried-up pool of filthy blood, showing that it had been idle for a long time.
Hmm? He felt this scene was somewhat familiar, but where had he seen it before?
At this moment, the system, which had transformed into a 3D map, suddenly popped up, interrupting Fu Ming's thoughts.
"Didi Host, Mission Three [Destroy the Ghost Market] has been triggered. This mission involves a large number of people, so please try your best to protect the safety of mortals! — Eeya!"
Hearing the system's tricky request, Fu Ming was speechless. He casually slapped the tattered book that was just causing him trouble: "Everyone here wears a mask. How am I supposed to know if any of them have cultivation?"
The icon on the system page flashed. "Then... let's protect those who don't wear masks."
Those who aren't wearing masks are only the maids of Tianxiang Tower. Let's go out first.
Above the cave, the sounds of tearing and fighting were approaching, and soil and rocks were faintly falling from the rock walls, but Fu Ming was not in a hurry.
He held up two fingers to indicate the height of each floor, silently calculating the elevation difference in his mind. He figured that this floor should lead to the bottom of the plank road.
A powerful force gathered at the tip of the sword, the blade condensed its energy, and thrust it toward the weakest point of the rock wall.
Bang!
A hole half a person's height was blasted into the rock wall, followed by a series of rumbling sounds of earth and rocks collapsing, and the collapse continued unabated.
With Fu Ming's current spiritual energy reserves, he naturally couldn't create such a commotion, so he stacked three more explosive talismans.
The lanterns hanging on the plank road swayed violently in the shockwaves, and twenty or thirty shadowy figures in scarlet robes ran and fled along the plank road.
Unarmed mortals like them could easily lose their lives if caught in the crossfire of a battle between Qi Refining cultivators.
Suddenly, they caught sight of Fu Ming standing abruptly in the cave.
Seeing her disheveled colleagues wandering outside, looking rather lost, a lively girl called out in a drawn-out voice, "Sister, what are you doing here? Come run with us!"
Fu Ming heard it, but he didn't realize that his sister was calling him. He just tilted his head slightly, looking a little dazed.
He was confident that his physical strength could withstand the explosion, so he focused on setting up a barrier around Fang Xiaohui, but he forgot one thing.
That is to say, his clothes are still quite fragile.
Now his strapless dress is torn to shreds, barely covering his vitals, and any slight movement reveals large areas of his arms and thighs.
Fortunately, his clone was a boy who had not yet grown up, and his gender was indistinguishable, so it didn't look too out of place.
Fu Ming quickly found a new topic to ease the awkwardness: "Are you girls from Tianxiang Pavilion? I'll see you out."
Strange, this person's words are completely nonsensical.
A series of scandalous rumors suddenly flashed through the mind of the maid at Tianxiang Tower. She had heard that some VIPs with shady predilections preferred to target fair-skinned, aloof young girls, and then subject them to cruel abuse. Could it be...?
As she was lost in thought, she suddenly realized that her body was floating up like a feather.
Not only her, but the usually taciturn eldest sister also exclaimed in surprise: "Kouxiang, is that you back?"
Fu Ming did not deny it, but simply kept on his way.
"I heard that Lord Yun can enable those of us without spiritual roots to cultivate. It turns out it's true! You've become so amazing."
The eldest sister's tone was full of undisguised hope.
Fu Ming still did not respond, his feet sweeping past countless layers of curtains.
The girls, whom he was dragging along from a distance, started talking amongst themselves, discussing the unpredictable yet seemingly omnipotent Lord Yun, and then about Kou Xiang, who lost her child at a young age but was incredibly stubborn.
"arrive."
After passing the dilapidated temple that had left him with unpleasant memories, he returned to the exit of the tunnel. Fu Ming stuffed them all inside and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He and the girl named Kouxiang looked similar, and their experiences were even somewhat alike.
When he was reborn into this world after death, he was born into a farming family. Although they were not wealthy, they were happy and content. However, disaster struck not long after. On the day he returned from gathering firewood, the entire village was engulfed in flames that burned for ten days and ten nights, leaving nothing behind.
He couldn't remember exactly how old he was then.
Fine, I'll go back and finish the task.
Just as Fu Ming was about to turn back on his sword, he suddenly heard a humming sound of a sword being drawn from its sheath. He instinctively dodged to the side, barely avoiding the attack.
With a series of thuds, Fu Ming decisively crouched down, and seven or eight swords, spears, and halberds came at him almost simultaneously, plunging into the rock wall behind him with perfect coordination.
He had been suspicious for a while. There were many pedestrians here, so why was it so quiet? It turned out they were being controlled.
He was surrounded by pedestrians wearing gray masks, their steps perfectly synchronized. They then simultaneously drew their weapons and attacked him once more.
They're quick, but you can't fight without thinking!
Fu Ming immediately tripped a group of people with a sweeping leg kick, then floated into the air and scattered numerous explosive talismans as if they were free. The yellowish talismans fluttered and exploded upon contact.
Although these explosive talismans produced in large quantities by Fufeng cannot cause much damage to high-level cultivators, their sheer number is a significant advantage.
A series of explosions, like firecrackers set off in every household during the Lunar New Year, sent many masked figures flying backwards, their bodies sprawling on the ground.
He then ascended on his sword, twisting and turning in the air in a bizarre serpentine trajectory. The reason was simple: as he floated in the air, the masked man pounced on him. Fu Ming turned and rushed into the haphazardly constructed plank road, weaving through the uneven gaps within.
A short while later, several masked people rammed their heads against the wood, their masks shattered, and they fell unsteadily to the bottom of the cliff.
Fu Ming discovered that Lord Yun's commands to control the masked men were not intelligent and had a considerable delay, which could be used as an opportunity to defeat them.
After going through so many twists and turns, Fu Ming finally climbed back to the top, thus shaking off nearly 70% of his pursuers.
Xiao Huaiyuan should be able to hold off Lord Yun by now, right?
He planned to go to the mysterious little building to pick up Fang Xiaoquan first, and then clean up the mess with Xiao Huaiyuan.
...
Surprisingly, there wasn't one.
Fu Ming had just peeked out from behind the rocks when he was almost swept back down the mountain by a towering wave, returning him to square one overnight.
What kind of person could make Xiao Huaiyuan, who was at the Nascent Soul stage, so disheveled?
He suppressed his spiritual power to conceal his figure and quietly moved behind the artificial hill near Xiao Huaiyuan.
Xiao Huaiyuan's hand seals spun rapidly, emitting a golden light that obscured the magic in the area.
Looking at the other side, there were five high-level cultivators protecting Lord Yun. They represented all five elements: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, and had even formed a respectable battle formation, making them indeed difficult to deal with.
Okay, junior brother, I misunderstood you.
"Four Nascent Soul cultivators and one Deity Transformation cultivator, that Deity Transformation cultivator should be Yang Pei, the Palace Master of Qingyue Palace."
Under the influence of the Soul Lamp, Fu Ming's spiritual energy fluctuations became more prominent in Xiao Huaiyuan's perception. He seized the opportunity when the others changed formations and sent a telepathic message to Fu Ming.
Fu Ming understood his difficulties: "I understand. You stall for a while, I'll sneak in and bring Fang Xiaoquan out, then we'll leave."
A giant, sprawling log suddenly shattered the artificial mountain, sending shards of rock flying in all directions. In the blink of an eye, a series of talismanic sounds erupted.
He compressed the limited spiritual energy in his meridians to its limit and used instant teleportation three times in just a few breaths.
Dozens of dagger-like metal and stone hidden weapons rained down on him. Fu Ming parried and deflected several with his sword, while the rest relentlessly pursued him.
At this moment, Xiao Huaiyuan's golden magic seal shone towards him from afar, and the hidden weapons clattered to the ground. Fu Ming secretly picked up one, and it instantly melted into his palm, transforming into pure spiritual energy.
He made the right bet. Since the Primordial Devouring Heaven Record is bound to the soul, the clone should also be able to use it.
"Don't worry about me."
Xiao Huaiyuan sent a question: "Hmm?"
Fu Ming was in a great mood and began to swagger forward in a straight line, completely forgetting the bizarre footwork he had created in the past, and changed the subject to his outrageous behavior of not defending himself.
"About an hour ago, that kid surnamed Gu said he sprinkled aphrodisiacs on me."
Xiao Huaiyuan paused in his steps.
"However, I should be fine, I've taken an antidote."
Xiao Huaiyuan increased the speed of his sword swings, whether out of disappointment or secret delight, it was hard to tell.
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