Raise a sword!

Jiang Peng rarely gained the upper hand in his pleasure with Lan Yingying.

His relationship with Lan Yingying started from the beginning, and no one in the sect could criticize it. But if he messed around with Lan Yingying in front of the Qi Refining disciples, and this got out, Jiang Peng would have no face left in the Cangshan Sect.

More importantly, Jiang Peng discovered that Lan Yingying's actions actually stemmed from the aphrodisiac mist created by Old Man Yang earlier.

Even though they were far apart, the fog still affected Lan Yingying.

It's not just Lan Yingying.

Upon witnessing the intimate interaction between Lan Yingying and Jiang Peng, Chu Qiushui's eyes reddened, completely forgetting that Jiang Peng was a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

"Junior Sister Yingying, take it all out on me!"

Upon seeing this, Jiang Peng was initially confused, but after a moment's thought, she immediately frowned and her gaze kept shifting between Chu Qiushui and Lan Yingying.

Lan Yingying immediately put on a wronged look.

"If I had known she was that kind of person, I would never have traveled with her! Jiang Lang, please don't misunderstand me."

Chu Qiushui remained obstinate, arguing vehemently, "That? Junior Sister Yingying, how do you know you're not that?"

Seeing the two women staring at each other, one with anger in her eyes and the other with tenderness, Jiang Peng helplessly used her spiritual power to control them and forced them to take the antidote pill.

A moment later, the antidote took effect, and the two women's expressions gradually returned to normal from extreme emotionality. Then, they both looked down at their feet in shame.

"You don't need to do this. It's that old Taoist Yang's evil magic that's causing the trouble. It has nothing to do with you two."

Despite saying that, Jiang Peng still glared at Lan Yingying secretly and whispered, "Well, when you correspond with me, you never mention this sworn brotherhood."

Lan Yingying rolled her eyes at Jiang Peng, annoyed, and replied, "So you finally caught me red-handed, huh... Tsk tsk, fine, I'll just keep my promise from last time."

Jiang Peng immediately raised her eyebrows.

"really?"

"snort."

The two exchanged a strange look, everything unspoken.

Chu Qiushui, who was standing nearby, finally came to her senses.

She looked at Jiang Peng and Lan Yingying with some surprise, her gaze lingering on Jiang Peng for a long time. She finally understood why Lan Yingying had been so cold to her fellow disciples on Fu Peak.

"Is this Senior Brother Jiang from Biwu Peak?" Chu Qiushui asked tentatively.

Unable to get a response, she realized Jiang Peng's current cultivation level and quickly changed her address, saying, "No, I'll call you Martial Uncle Jiang now."

Jiang Peng nodded slightly as a greeting, without correcting the other person's form of address because of their relationship with Lan Yingying.

Chu Qiushui looked at Lan Yingying with a wry smile and said, "So Junior Sister Yingying already has a Daoist partner, and it's the famous Uncle Jiang... Junior Sister Yingying is so lucky. I'll just pretend I didn't hear what you said before."

Lan Yingying waved her hand to tell Chu Qiushui not to worry, then turned to look at Jiang Peng.

"Young Master Jiang, there are still many fellow disciples from other sects nearby who are entangled with the Tribulation Cultivator..."

Before Lan Yingying could finish speaking, Jiang Peng chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I'm not the only Foundation Establishment cultivator sent by the sect. Or rather, I'm just an extra."

Jiang Peng briefly explained Elder Zhou's request for help.

He then said in a deep voice, "This time, the sect has no intention of letting this go."

...

In the mountains and forests, in another direction.

Wei Zhilan remained in her disheveled state, her robe draped askew, swaying precariously in mid-air, occasionally raising her gourd to take a sip of wine.

Despite her unreliable appearance, she was surprisingly fast when she flew away.

At least the Chen Kingdom Foundation Establishment cultivator who was being chased by her was now desperately realizing that the distance between them was getting shorter and shorter.

"Does the Cangshan Sect really intend to break off all pretense of civility? My Chen Kingdom has two Golden Core cultivators and dozens of Foundation Establishment cultivators; how could we possibly fear a mere sect from the Northern Foothills?!"

"Then you... hiccup, fellow Daoist, please excuse my rudeness." Wei Zhilan hiccuped, looking puzzled. "Since Fellow Daoist Chen Er is not afraid, why the panicked escape? Why not stay and have a drink, and reminisce about old times?"

"My name isn't Chen Er!" the Chen family cultivator retorted as he fled.

Wei Zhilan tilted her head.

"I don't quite remember your name, but I do remember you're the second-in-command of the Foundation Establishment generation in the Chen family... Come to think of it, you're supposed to be a senior, how could you lay a hand on a mere Qi Refining cultivator?"

"Now look what's happened, we've really angered that guy surnamed Chu."

Wei Zhilan's face was full of distress.

"My sect leader seems like a kind old man, but even the kindest person has a temper and gets angry."

"That's why the sect leader gave a strict order before we came out."

At this point, Wei Zhilan opened her hand, revealing a jade die in her palm.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, shall we bet on big or small?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Er, who was fleeing ahead, noticeably increased his speed. When he occasionally turned around, his face was filled with panic.

"You surnamed Wei! Don't think that just because you're wearing the robes of the Cangshan Sect, you've become a righteous person. Back then, who didn't know your fearsome reputation as a demon?"

Wei Zhilan's lips curled up, her face full of mischief.

"Fellow Daoist, how dare you slander me? When did I become a demon?"

Seeing that Chen Er did not respond, Wei Zhilan gradually lost interest as well.

"If you won't gamble, I'll gamble myself. I'll gamble on a big roll on the dice! As for the stakes... I'll gamble on your entire cultivation level."

As soon as she finished speaking, Wei Zhilan gently spun the dice in her hand, revealing a six on top.

The moment the dice revealed the result, Chen Er in front of him fell directly from mid-air and crashed heavily into the forest below.

At this moment, Chen Er was staring wide-eyed at his hands in disbelief.

"My cultivation level..."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a pair of feet wearing cloth shoes land in front of him.

"Fellow Daoist, your cultivation has been defeated by mine," Wei Zhilan said casually.

Upon hearing this, Chen Er felt incredulous, but then seemed to realize something.

His eyes trembled, and the fear in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

"You...this is your Dao? The Dao's essence is manifesting. You've passed two trials and are about to form your core?"

"Not nearly as good," Wei Zhilan shook her head.

"But your words become law..."

"It seems like your words are just words, but your cultivation is still there; it's just not easy to use for the time being."

As she spoke, Wei Zhilan skillfully took out a magical rope and tied Chen Er up tightly. Then she carried him on her shoulder and took to the air again.

"The art of gambling is so profound that you don't understand its intricacies. You're naturally helpless against me... I'm cheating as the bookmaker, while you're just accepting your losses."

"It's just that your cultivation level is a notch below mine," Wei Zhilan said with a smile. "When you encounter a skilled gambler, it's not impossible to turn the tables. There are many tricks to it."

"Do you take me for some ignorant rogue cultivator? You think you can fool me with that?" Chen Er remained defiant despite being captured. "Those dice were clearly manifestations of Daoist principles."

Wei Zhilan paused for a moment, then looked at Chen Er with confusion.

"Do you think that just because you're an important figure in the Chen family, I won't dare to kill you easily?"

"Heh." Chen Er sneered.

Seeing this, Wei Zhilan reached out and grabbed Chen Er by the neck.

"Stop spouting nonsense. Even if you've figured out my secret, can't you just keep it to yourself? Do you think you're so smart?"

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Wei Zhilan casually tossed Chen Er's body to the ground, a look of sorrow on her face.

"I acted impulsively."

"The dead are not as valuable as the living. I have to find a way to make that Chu guy compensate me for the difference."