Chapter 89: Qin Mu’s Grand Operation

Qin Mu looked at Jing Kun.

That demonic aura, filled with madness and evil intent, made one’s heart race even from a distance.

Seriously!

Why do I always turn small problems into big ones?

“Heh, this time, let’s see who comes to save you!”

Jing Kun’s eyes were filled with madness as he suddenly leaped up.

Qin Mu dared not be careless and raised his sword to meet the enemy.

Ding!

The sharp ring of the sword echoed.

Qin Mu retreated step by step.

After Jing Kun’s Demonic Transformation, it was like he was on drugs—his power exploded.

“Ha! Again!”

Jing Kun charged at Qin Mu once more, like a madman pumped full of energy.

The Demonic Transformation had raised both Jing Kun’s cultivation and physical strength to a whole new level.

This Demonic Transformation is just a hexagon buff—too much of a cheat!

Faced with Jing Kun’s fierce assault, Qin Mu could only barely hold on.

“Not enough, not enough! What’s wrong? Is this all you’ve got?!”

Jing Kun’s frenzied attacks forced Qin Mu to keep falling back.

He couldn’t keep retreating anymore.

True Qi surged wildly as Qin Mu kicked at Jing Kun.

Dong!

It was like kicking solid wood—a heavy sound rang out.

Immediately after, Danfire wrapped around his sword, and he slashed down.

Unexpectedly, Jing Kun twisted his body in a bizarre way and dodged Qin Mu’s attack.

Crap!

Qin Mu was shocked.

Jing Kun dodged the blow, his eyes gleaming with bloodlust.

“Kid! Now I’ll kill you!”

With a whistling sound, Jing Kun’s fist crashed down.

Qin Mu pulled out the Golden Tortoise Talisman, but before he could inject True Qi, Jing Kun was already in front of him.

No time!

If I can’t dodge, then I’ll fight!

As Jing Kun’s fist landed on Qin Mu’s body, Qin Mu’s sword stabbed into Jing Kun’s shoulder.

“Urgh!”

Qin Mu clutched his chest as blood surged within, coughing out a mouthful of blood.

Dammit, got injured again!

Having just woken up from unconsciousness, Young Master Qin was hurt yet again—this injury frequency is ridiculous.

Compared to Qin Mu, who took the blow head-on and was reeling from the impact, Jing Kun on the other side didn’t care about the wound on his shoulder at all—in fact, it made him even more excited.

“Huff huff——”

Steadying his breath, Qin Mu suppressed the turmoil inside him, gripped his sword tighter, and locked his gaze on the now-crazed Jing Kun.

“Hah!”

In the next moment, Qin Mu’s figure shot forward at high speed.

Because Qin Mu had attached a Shenfeng Talisman to himself, his speed increased; relying on Qi Refining Stage speed alone wouldn’t be enough to fight the now-Foundation Establishment Stage Jing Kun.

However, as he ran, his right foot suddenly twisted inward, throwing off his balance.

That’s right—Qin Mu sprained his ankle.

At this critical life-and-death moment, he twisted his ankle.

Qin Mu: “!!!”

Game over!

Of all the things to go wrong, he sprained his ankle.

Qin Mu instinctively closed his eyes, thinking he was done for, but nothing happened.

“Ah!”

A scream rang out—it was Jing Kun’s voice.

Qin Mu opened his eyes.

A young man in Daoist robes stood before him.

Qin Mu opened his mouth.

Wasn’t this the fortune-telling youth from earlier?

Seeing that Qin Mu was mostly unharmed, the youth sighed in relief.

Just now, he’d suddenly remembered Qin Mu’s face looked familiar.

After thinking about it, wasn’t this the boy from the portrait the Elder Ancestor distributed some time ago?

The Elder Ancestor had said that if anyone saw this boy, they were to grant any request and ensure his safety at all costs.

The youth recalled the trace of black energy on Qin Mu’s forehead earlier—if anything happened to the boy, it would be disastrous.

“Young friend, I’m glad you’re okay.”

The youth breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he arrived in time—if something had happened, he couldn’t have taken responsibility.

Qin Mu drew in a sharp breath, struggling to stay upright.

He asked, “Daoist Priest, why are you here?”

“Heh, young friend, fate connects us all.”

The youth pulled out a pill and handed it to Qin Mu.

“My name is Chun Yunzi.”

Qin Mu didn’t accept the youth’s pill, but instead took the pill given by Mengyu and swallowed it.

“I’m Zhang San.”

Chun Yunzi raised an eyebrow.

He knew the boy’s real name, but since he didn’t want to reveal it, so be it.

“So it’s Young Friend Zhang San. Pleased to meet you.”

While Qin Mu and Chun Yunzi were talking, on the other side, Jing Kun struggled to stand after being blasted away.

Staring at Chun Yunzi in Daoist robes, the madness in his eyes faded somewhat.

The blow that had sent him flying carried the power of the Golden Core Realm.

Damn it!

Now Jing Kun had to face reality.

There was no way to complete the plan tonight.

Better to save his life first—the Box had already appeared anyway.

Chun Yunzi suddenly sensed a spatial fluctuation.

“Not good!”

He turned around quickly, but it was too late.

In the distance, Jing Kun’s figure had vanished.

Even Wan San, who had been fighting Liu Zixi, had disappeared.

“You stay here and don’t move!”

With that, Chun Yunzi’s figure disappeared—apparently to give chase.

Still, they escaped.

Qin Mu couldn’t help but admire Jing Kun’s escape skills—they were really top-notch.

“Junior brother! Are you okay!”

A faint fragrance wafted over.

Liu Zixi’s beautiful face was full of worry.

She supported Qin Mu, placing a slender hand on Young Master Qin’s wrist to check his internal injuries.

“Huff——”

Liu Zixi’s brows relaxed.

Thankfully, his heart meridian wasn’t harmed.

Qin Mu smelled the fragrance and felt the softness of Zixi Senior Sister’s body pressed against him, causing his heart to race.

“Junior brother, what’s wrong? Your heartbeat is so fast?”

“Ah? Ah! Nothing, nothing!”

Qin Mu couldn’t say that it was because of Zixi Senior Sister that his Beast Blood was boiling inside.

“How can it be nothing!”

Liu Zixi’s face turned serious, her delicate brows furrowing as she moved closer.

Seeing her face draw nearer and nearer, Qin Mu could even feel her sweet breath.

At such close range, Qin Mu could see the moist cherry lips approaching, the scent making him want to savor it.

No, no!

But…

With no Ruoshuang, Mengyu, Aunt Lu, or Yan’er Aunt here—

In the end, Qin Mu couldn’t resist the sweet temptation before his eyes.

He quickly leaned forward, their lips meeting.

Not only was it moist, but also sweet and delicious—a completely different sensation from Ruoshuang and Mengyu.

Liu Zixi’s beautiful eyes widened, staring at the youthful face so close and feeling the unfamiliar heat on her lips.

Her heart trembled.

Then, a restless hand landed on the full, supple whiteness of her chest, squeezing lightly, the touch soft and springy.

“Mm!”

Liu Zixi couldn’t help but let out a sound, her body growing hot and weak.

Just as Qin Mu’s restless hand was about to explore further, a slender hand pressed it down.

Liu Zixi quickly pulled away, her face flushed red.

Only then did Qin Mu realize—they hadn’t known each other for long, and Zixi Senior Sister was just concerned for him.

How did it come to this…

“Zixi Senior Sister… I… I…”

A pale finger pressed against Qin Mu’s lips, Liu Zixi’s face still bright red.

“Junior brother, let’s go back.”

Before Qin Mu could say anything more, the two silently returned to the Inn.