Bitter Realm: A Happy Person Traveling Across China

Ye Jinming smiled and said, "Oh, so the chief criminal wants me to pay more?"

The dragon's sobs stopped abruptly. He lowered his hand, not a single real tear on his face. "Then can you offer a better price?"

Ye Jinming raised an eyebrow slightly, his expression remaining calm. "Isn't the attention of the Yun people the highest price a criminal could pay? You know, right now, the Yun people... don't even want to see you."

The expression on Kuanglong's face froze instantly after a burst of laughter, then he burst into laughter and tears again: "Hahaha! What you said makes so much sense! Waaah... My sister doesn't even want to see me now... If I kill Little Baba and become a hero, will my sister be willing to see me? Will she talk to me?"

As he spoke, he looked at Ye Jinming with hopeful eyes.

Ye Jinming was also amused by teasing the fool, clapping and applauding, "Applause to encourage him, the chief culprit is really too smart."

Then, Kuanglong laughed and cried at the same time, his emotions swinging wildly between extremes. "This is too interesting. I need to think about it carefully. So, during this time, you absolutely, absolutely must not die!"

"You must live well and wait for my reply, understand? If you accidentally die, and that letter flies to Baiyun Mountain... I will be very sad, very sad! So sad that... I don't know what I might do!"

At this point, Kuanglong's face turned extremely ferocious with a laugh!

Facing the crazed face so close to his own, Ye Jinming's expression remained unwavering. He merely nodded slightly: "Rest assured. I will live well and await the 'good news' from the chief culprit."

"Hehehe... That's good, that's good!" The mad dragon laughed, then let out a few more strange laughs before his figure swayed and he drifted backward like a ghost, disappearing into the shadows of the dense forest.

At the same time, Ye Jinming also turned around and walked away from Kuanglong Yishengxiao.

The moonlight reappeared, and the mountain path returned to silence, with only the night wind howling.

As Kuanglong laughed, the suppressed flames in his heart erupted instantly, and his whole body was filled with killing intent: Ye Jinming, Lin Wushuang, they all deserve to die!

Ye Jinming's expression also tightened: Kuanglong, that idiot lunatic, can't be trusted with anything. It seems we need to be prepared...

Two people, two different thoughts, but what they have in common is that neither of them trusts the other at all...

.........

A tranquil peak, above a sea of ​​clouds.

This place is an extremely dangerous place rarely visited by people, with solitary peaks like swords piercing through the clouds.

A fierce wind howled, whipping one's clothes wildly. At the summit, a natural platform, barely a few feet square, lay at the edge of a bottomless abyss. Clouds surged beneath one's feet, making one feel as if they were in the heavens.

Ye Jinming, dressed in white, sat alone atop the mountain.

Before him sat a simple stone table with a small red clay stove on it, the fire burning brightly. On the stove sat an elegant purple clay teapot, its spout emitting wisps of white steam. The aroma of tea mingled with the cool air of the mountaintop, spreading gently through the air.

Holding bamboo tongs, he was leisurely poking at the charcoal fire in the stove, looking relaxed, as if he were not in a dangerous place, but taking a nap in his own courtyard in the afternoon.

However, his calm eyes, gazing into the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, hinted at a certain sense of waiting.

"Hahaha--"

Without warning, a burst of extremely manic, arrogant laughter, seemingly capable of tearing apart the sea of ​​clouds, suddenly erupted from below the clouds like a thunderclap, and then soared into the sky!

The powerful energy contained in the laughter caused the rocks on the mountaintop to tumble down, and even the surging sea of ​​clouds seemed to ripple with the sound waves.

Before the laughter subsided, a dazzling green tortoise appeared; it was none other than Kuanglong Yishengxiao.

"Hey! Little Mingming, what a refined taste you have! Brewing tea and admiring the clouds in this godforsaken place, who are you waiting for? Could it be... you're waiting for this culprit? Hahaha!"

Ye Jinming's bamboo tongs continued swiftly, without even glancing at Kuanglong. He simply spoke, his voice cutting through the wind and lingering laughter: "The chief culprit has arrived sooner than expected. It seems you've made up your mind?"

"I've thought it through! Of course I've thought it through!" Kuanglong laughed and skipped over to the stone table, unceremoniously sitting cross-legged, his hands supporting his chin, his eyes fixed on Ye Jinming, his face filled with undisguised amusement and mischievousness. "Such a big matter, this chief sinner has thought about it over and over again, until he's lost a few strands of hair! Look, look!"

He pretended to pull out the little braid on his bald head.

Ye Jinming then raised his eyes, looking at him calmly without the slightest fluctuation. "Oh? And what is your choice?"

The playful smile on Kuanglong's face vanished instantly.

Like a Sichuan opera face-changing act, she burst into tears, her voice choked with sobs: "Waaah... Xiao Mingming... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."

He covered his face with his hands, his shoulders shaking violently, and cried with heartfelt emotion, "I've thought about it for a long, long time... but Little Baba, he gave me too much, I... I've decided to... kill you first!"

He abruptly lowered his hand, not a single tear in sight. "Can...can you forgive me, Xiaoming?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Jinming did not show the shock, anger, fear, or despair that Kuanglong had expected. Instead, he simply chuckled softly.

Ye Jinming shook his head, his tone carrying an almost pitying mockery: "Unexpected, truly unexpected. The infamous Lord of the Pit of Sin would actually recognize a demon as his father, but I wonder—"

Ye Jinming paused deliberately, then said with a mocking tone, "If Yunren knew that her dear younger brother had found her a new father, what would she think?"

"Bullshit!" Hit hard by the pun, Kuanglong burst into a rage, like a mad beast whose tail had been stepped on. He sprang up from the ground, his violent energy erupting and shaking the tea set on the stone table, causing it to clang and spill tea!

His eyes were bloodshot, his face was twisted and ferocious, his green robes fluttered without wind, and the Reverse Scale Chain Blade had already slid into his hand. He was about to pounce on Ye Jinming and tear him to pieces!

"Mad Dragon".

At this critical moment, a deep, resonant voice, filled with supreme majesty and domineering power, came from below the peak like muffled thunder, instantly overpowering the raging dragon's fury and the howling mountain wind.

"He's deliberately trying to provoke you."

As the words were spoken, a demonic power far more terrifying and profound than that of a raging dragon rose from beneath the sea of ​​clouds!

The entire Tranquil Peak trembled slightly under this demonic power!

"Thump, thump, thump..."

Heavy, slow footsteps, yet each step seemed to resonate with the rhythm of a heartbeat, slowly entered.

Immediately afterwards, a towering, imposing figure, carrying the Yama Desolate God Slash, arrived in front of Ye Jinming.

It is none other than Yama, the Drought Demon!

He glanced at the healed wound on his chest, his eyes filled with chilling killing intent. "Night, Ash, Bright. This time, it's your turn to witness the methods of this Demon Lord. The scenery here is quite nice; it wouldn't be an insult to you to be buried here."

Faced with the sudden appearance of the Yama Drought Demon, which formed a pincer attack with the Mad Dragon, Ye Jinming finally showed a perfectly timed "surprise" on his face, which then turned into a clumsy wry smile.

He put down his teacup, sighed softly, and said with a hint of self-deprecation and mockery, "Oh dear, what have I done to deserve the condescension of two peerless masters, the Demon Lord of Another Dimension and the Lord of the Pit of Sin, to join forces in this siege? This truly...makes me feel flattered!"

Mad Dragon laughed, forcibly suppressing his rage, but his twisted expression and the hatred in his eyes remained undiminished. "Hehehe... Demon Lord, did you hear that? He said he was flattered! Isn't that right? To be sent down with the two of us, he can brag about it for the rest of his life! How impressive! Isn't that right? Hahaha!"

(I dare not mention Little Baba this time.)

Ignoring the mad dragon's ravings, Yama Hanba slowly lowered the Yama Desolate God Slash from his shoulder, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground. An even sharper and more substantial killing intent, like an invisible net, completely sealed off the space around Ye Jinming.

In those crimson demonic eyes, there was a cat-and-mouse glint of mockery, and a murderous resolve. "Night Ember, draw that sword! Or are you simply unable to draw it now?"

"Why does the Demon Lord feign ignorance?" Ye Jinming remained unperturbed. "However, if you wish to kill me, you must first obtain his consent!"

Both Kuanglong and Yanmo Hanba were surprised to hear Ye Jinming's words.

But after a moment's thought, Kuanglong's expression changed drastically, "You..."

At that moment, the sky was filled with swirling clouds, and an unparalleled figure descended from the heavens...