Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

I've only heard my master mention it; it seems he was acting on the orders of someone codenamed Demon Emperor.

However, I have never met this person.

The woman finished speaking in one breath, which was considered her answer to his question.

Fan Zui continued, his hands still moving, as he asked:

"Think carefully, is there any detail that you might have overlooked, and that is exactly what I need?"

"She might be a woman, and she might be in the capital."

Seeing that his evil hands were about to reach her private parts, and that he was really going to do it, the woman hurriedly said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Zui stopped his actions.

A woman? The capital city? The Demon Emperor?

It's all a mystery.

"I see that the Fan residence is intact and has not been affected by the war. How is this possible? Did you not send anyone to attack the Fan residence?"

As he spoke, his hands began to wander again.

The woman glanced at the photo-recording stone, and, not daring to hide anything, immediately said:

"We sent people. All ten of our sects have their own spies in the Fan family mansion. These ten people are responsible for poisoning and destroying the Fan family mansion."

But for some reason, there was no further movement at all.

Upon hearing this, Fan Zui's lips twitched slightly as he suddenly realized what was happening.

What do you mean ten people? They're all the same person.

"One last question." As he spoke, Fan Zui's hand had already reached under her underwear.

If she doesn't like even half of her answer, she'll immediately change the subject.

"What's your name?"

Upon hearing this, the woman was taken aback, seemingly not expecting him to ask such a question.

Without a moment's hesitation, he answered directly:

"My name is Ye Liuli, the eldest disciple of the Hehuan Sect, and formerly the head of the Nine Phoenixes of the Nine Phoenix Pavilion."

"So, are you satisfied now?"

"Is your sect leader still alive?"

"Wasn't this supposed to be the last question?"

Click!

The sound of clothes being torn rang out.

"Still alive, but currently missing."

Fan Zui looked at the beauty before him, sighed softly, then simply covered her with a garment before saying:

"That day, you saved my life. Today, I will return the favor with my life. We are even now. You may leave."

The woman glared at him, but remained silent.

"Aren't you leaving yet? Get out of here before I change my mind, or I'll go crazy and even scare myself."

The woman angrily said, "How can I leave if you don't untie me?"

Fan Zui's brow twitched slightly, then he transformed his palm into a knife and cut the rope.

The woman quickly dressed, glanced back at him, and then disappeared into the darkness.

Looking at the memory stone in his hand, he hesitated for a moment, then exerted a little force in his palm, and it shattered into pieces.

"The Demon Emperor? The capital? Could it be that madwoman?"

In the darkness, Fan Zui murmured softly.

How about we test her in our dreams tomorrow night?

Chapter 37 [Deflowering with Fingers]

In his dream, in a daze, Fan Zui felt his soul seem to leave his body, drifting away into the distance.

Within my consciousness, this is a dark and chaotic hellish Asura world.

Here, there are not only eerie sounds and wandering ghosts, but also countless demons and monsters.

They are enormous, naked, and covered in a sticky mucus.

His eyes were oozing a blood-red and green substance.

Even with my eyes closed, I could still feel that terrifying gaze.

As Fan Zui walked through it, he was threatened by demons and monsters from all directions, and even breathing became difficult.

In the Shura environment, a strong stench of blood permeated the surroundings.

This place is a gathering place for many evil forces.

On ordinary days, you can hear those sharp and sarcastic curses and shouts here.

In hell, in the Asura realm, there is no sun, no moon, only eerie high walls and the sound of chains.

The tombstone is broken, and everywhere there are corrupted souls.

The environment and scenery were constantly changing, and Fan Zui felt as if he were walking in an endless maze.

Any direction could lead to death.

The ground beneath your feet is no longer stable; sometimes it turns into a swamp or scalding lava.

Every step the soul takes forward is a form of torment.

It brought him unimaginable pain.

In the Asura environment, every moment seems to be a death experience.

Ultimately, torn apart by the hellish storm, his soul shattered into countless fragments, and he perished from this world.

"Huh...huh..."

He woke up from his sleep, panting heavily and gasping for breath.

That dream, a journey to hell, left him drenched in cold sweat.

I reached out and touched it; my forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.

"Ok?"

Listening carefully, he could clearly sense that a group of ants were moving house about fifty paces away from the courtyard.

Downstream, by the water plants, a small fish is breathing.

How is this going?

Fan Zui was momentarily shaken.

He had actually awakened his divine sense talent!

The power of divine sense is the most mysterious and unpredictable among the many talents.

They can often kill without leaving a trace.

Killing someone with divine sense leaves no visible external marks, but upon closer inspection, it can be discovered that the deceased's five senses have been extinguished and their soul has been scattered.

They may not even be able to enter the cycle of reincarnation and be reborn.

Fan Zui now understands why he attracted such powerful heavenly tribulation.

He possesses multiple extraordinary talents; any one of these talents would make him a prime candidate for cultivation by major powers.

But now, multiple talents have converged in him.

Wouldn't that be going against the will of Heaven?

The thought had barely formed when a bolt of lightning struck the dark night sky.

Click!

A gleaming night.

The house trembled slightly, triggering its defenses.

The Chaos Treasure is activated here.

"Damn it!"

Fan Zui cursed under his breath and looked out the window. He saw that the sky was covered with dark clouds, creating an extremely oppressive atmosphere.

Bolts of lightning struck, and a crowd had already gathered a hundred meters away from the room.

"What heinous things has the young master done that he's so enraged by? Why does he keep getting struck by lightning every now and then?"

"It's hard to say. I heard he frequents brothels, specifically targeting women who haven't yet lost their virginity..."

"This isn't such a serious crime, is it? Why should it incur divine retribution?"