Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 401 Immunotoxin

Duanmu Lan finally noticed something strange. Her originally happy smile began to slowly solidify as if covered by frost, and her expression gradually became gloomy.

"What else did she say?"

Wang Qiye's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He knew very well that Duanmu Lan might not like what he was going to say next.

After hesitating for a moment, he quietly took out the soundproofing magic circle, and his movements were extremely cautious, for fear of attracting Duanmu Lan's attention.

After activating the magic circle, he saw the light of the soundproof magic circle light up and form a transparent barrier, then he dared to speak out.

"Siyu said she had already done it for you. The happy couplet that day..."

Wang Qiye's voice became smaller and smaller, and at the end he didn't dare to look into Duanmu Lan's eyes anymore.

He could clearly feel her body tense in his arms and her breathing quickened, like a volcano about to erupt.

"She's going too far!"

A loud soprano voice suddenly rang out in my arms, like a volcano erupting, and the crazy and angry emotions burst out in an instant.

"This old woman!"

"Darkness inside!"

"I can't bear to see others have an easy life!"

……

Duanmu Lan kept cursing, and at this moment Wang Qiye experienced all the vicious words in the world.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead and his back felt cold. He was extremely grateful that he had made the wise decision to activate the soundproofing array in advance.

If there weren't this soundproofing array, the war would have probably already started by now.

He didn't dare to let go at that moment, and held the woman tightly, who was making a fuss and looking crazy, for fear that if he let go, she would rush out to fight Lei Siyu.

When she finally felt a little tired and took a short break, Wang Qiye dared to speak cautiously, "She said that if you bring her a cup of tea, she will give you a rematch."

"You dare to help her to provoke me? You don't love me at all. You just want my body." Duanmu Lan became even more furious after hearing this. She glared at Wang Qiye with her eyes as if they were about to spit fire.

"Sure enough, what my master said is right. Once you get something easily, you won't cherish it." Two lines of tears slowly flowed down her stubborn face, and the tears flickered with sad light under the candlelight.

Seeing her heartbroken appearance, Wang Qiye's heart also felt as if it was being twisted.

The pain was like countless knives cutting his heart again and again.

He stuck out his tongue and gently swallowed both of her tears into his mouth. The salty taste instantly spread across the tip of his tongue.

"Lan'er, as long as the two of us are together, that's enough. Everything else is not important." Wang Qiye held Duanmu Lan's hand tightly, his eyes firm and affectionate, his voice filled with endless tenderness and sincerity.

Duanmu Lan's shoulders were trembling slightly, and her sobs were particularly clear in the silent room.

Her eyes were filled with tears, like bright stars covered with a layer of mist. The crystal tears rolled down her fair cheeks, leaving two clear tear marks.

She bit her lower lip tightly, trying to control her emotions, but the grievance in her heart surged like a tide.

"Wow... Really? But I still feel wronged." Duanmu Lan's voice trembled and was full of resentment.

She twisted the corners of her clothes tightly with both hands, as if she could find a little comfort in this way. Her eyes were full of helplessness and sadness, like a child abandoned by the world.

Her tears kept falling like beads from a broken string, soaking her clothes. Her heart was filled with complaints against Wang Qiye and resentment towards her own fate. Why did she have to suffer such injustice?

Why was her love life so bumpy? She didn't know how to face it all, and could only let her tears flow freely.

Wang Qiye's eyes were full of tenderness, and he said softly: "Lan'er, I know I have wronged you, and I will definitely compensate you in the future."

Duanmu Lan raised her head slightly, wiped her tears, and asked with a hint of expectation: "Then how are you going to compensate me?"

Wang Qiye suddenly picked up Princess Duanmu Lan and walked towards her boudoir with firm steps. With a fiery look in his eyes and a slight smile on his lips, he said, "I will make it up to you tonight."

Duanmu Lan didn't understand the deep meaning of his words at first. When she reacted, she was surprised to find that he was talking about this kind of compensation.

For a moment, she felt that she had been greatly deceived, and her fair face quickly turned red with shame, like the gorgeous sunset in the sky.

"You big pervert, put me down now. I don't want this kind of compensation from you." She said coquettishly, waving her hands continuously, trying to break free from Wang Qiye's arms.

"Really don't want it?"

Wang Qiye smiled wickedly and gently threw her onto the soft bedding. Looking at her panicked and shy appearance, he felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction in his heart.

"Wang Qiye, you can't do this to me. You got my body, but you got a huge benefit in return."

"Now your body has merged with the spiritual energy nurtured by my flower spiritual root. It is now immune to some fourth-level toxins. As for third-level toxins, it is even more..."

However, what responded to her was Wang Qiye's passionate and most primitive love.

……

The next day.

Wang Qiye and Duanmu Lan, exhausted from the long journey, walked down from the Qingshi Pavilion.

"Lan'er, quickly take out your flying carpet so we can get to the black market earlier." Wang Qiye said anxiously.

Duanmu Lan snorted, "I don't want it. I've worked so hard to fly over there. If I arrive one day earlier, I'll still be bullied by you for one more day."

After saying that, she turned her head away, a blush on her face.

Wang Qiye didn't force himself to do it, but instead felt an urge to try his skills. He also wanted to try how fast he could escape after entering the third realm.

He looked solemn, muttering something, and released the Heaven-Wen. In a burst of brilliant light, the Heaven-Wen quickly grew larger, like a small island suspended in the air.

Wang Qiye's figure was as fast as lightning. In a flash, he stood steadily there.

At this moment, Duanmu Lan came over obediently, stretched out her slender arms, and gently hugged Wang Qiye from behind.

The two bodies were tightly attached to each other, transmitting each other's warmth, and seemed extremely intimate. For them, this trip to the black market was a true honeymoon for them.

Wang Qiye drove Wentian, and in an instant, Wentian flew like an arrow from a bow, carrying them at high speed close to the ground. Along the way, the wind whistled in their ears, and the scenery on both sides quickly retreated, turning into blurred shadows.

In this way, they flew for three consecutive days, passing through countless mountains, rivers, and valleys full of short grass, and finally arrived at the mysterious black market.

After exchanging secret signals, the two stepped onto a short-distance teleportation array. With a flash of white light, they appeared in an unfamiliar place.

"Welcome to the black market. I am receptionist No. 37. I will be your guide in the next few days. I hope you can get a satisfactory result in the black market."

A beautiful woman in extremely revealing clothes bowed slightly and saluted respectfully. Her graceful figure was faintly visible under the thin clothes, exuding a charming charm.

Seeing that the two people in front of him were one in the third realm and the other with unfathomable strength, possibly a cultivator in the fourth realm, No. 37's heart instantly beamed with joy.

She thought to herself that she had been receiving Foundation Establishment cultivators for two consecutive years, and this year her luck had finally turned and she had met such a master. She could definitely earn a large bonus.

"Take us to the guest room." Wang Qiye ordered calmly. He had been here many times before and was familiar with the procedures. He no longer felt unfamiliar or confused as when he first came.

"Okay, guest, please follow me." No. 37 responded with a warm smile on his face, twisting his waist and leading the way.

The two followed No. 37 all the way through the winding corridor and entered an elegantly decorated room.

Then the two of them quickly took off their disguises and burned them without hesitation. The flames rose and instantly turned the disguises into ashes.

Wang Qiye then pulled up his sleeves and walked towards the soft bed impatiently.

Duanmu Lan said coquettishly: "It's not like you haven't had it before, why are you still so impatient?" A blush appeared on her face, making her even more charming.

Wang Qiye raised his lips and said with a wicked smile: "How can it be the same? I have spent a whole night in this bed just holding you. Do you know what I was thinking at that time?"

"Disgusting." Duanmu Lan spat and turned her head away.

"How dare you say that about your husband, or are you looking forward to it this way?" Wang Qiye pressed forward step by step, forcing Duanmu Lan to the bedside.

"Hehe, please forgive me, I know I was wrong, um..." Duanmu Lan begged for mercy with a sweet smile, her voice was as charming as the chirping of a nightingale.

……

There was no light in the dark room. The thick darkness seemed like insoluble ink, swallowing everything. Only a group of strange shadows remained, wriggling wantonly with their fangs and claws bared. The strange shape was creepy.

The wooden boards on the black market were extremely strange. With just one layer, not even a bit of Qilian Spring could be seen through. It was as if the wooden boards had a mysterious power that could seal off everything in the house.

Even the voices inside were becoming increasingly hoarse, with an indescribable eagerness and enthusiasm. However, No. 37, who was standing at the door, didn't hear anything at all. She still stood there respectfully, with her head lowered, but she was constantly fiddling with her own little abacus in her mind.

How much will these two guests spend this time? Any item from the fourth realm starts at 10,000, which is not something that those poor second realm cultivators can compare to.

Ten thousand? Maybe more than that. They don't look stingy.

One hundred thousand? It was not impossible. After all, the needs and vision of the fourth realm cultivators were extraordinary.

……

The more No. 37 thought about it, the more excited he became, as if he could already see the generous bonus waving at him.