World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 1084 - 491: Ali, cultivation improves!_2

Chapter 1084: 491: Ali, cultivation improves!_2

However, the young Fox Clan woman could still restrain herself. Because she was Goufu’s wife, carrying a certain responsibility on her shoulders.

Moreover, if she were to commit adultery with someone else, the consequences would be unimaginable—she would be burned alive.

Thus, she thought that at most, his face might occasionally appear in her dreams, but she would still meet him with a cold gaze in reality.

Yet, she hadn’t anticipated the devastating allure of this man’s nearness.

When Lanling approached within half a foot of her, the secretion of dopamine and hormones in her body exceeded normal levels by an unimaginable margin.

Her heartbeat was so fast it began to ache, and her breath grew so rapid it was almost suffocating.

Her delicate figure could no longer remain standing.

Lanling smiled as he gently took the dagger from her hand, then lightly wrapped his arm around her slender waist, drawing her into his embrace.

At the same time, Lanling’s spiritual power surged, amplified severalfold in intensity.

In an instant, dopamine flooded wildly through the young Fox Clan woman’s body.

"Ah..." The young Fox Clan woman let out a soft cry.

It felt as though a stone had fallen into a honey lake within her, and in the fleeting moment she drew close to Lanling’s chest, an endless tidal wave of sweetness was unleashed.

No more hesitation—death would be worth it!

If she had read human literature, she might have said, "When golden wind meets jade dew, it surpasses all wonders of the human world."

Meanwhile, Dina, who was keeping watch from a distance, was utterly stupefied!

This... this was possible?

Without speaking a single word, without sharing any common language, he was still capable of pulling another man’s wife into his arms?

Could this world truly be ruled solely by appearances?

Lanling picked up a smooth stone slab from the ground and began carving on it with the dagger.

His hands were exceptionally skilled. In just over ten minutes, he had etched an image onto the stone—a vivid, lifelike portrait of the young Fox Clan woman sitting by the lakeside, gazing at the sunset.

Women could never resist such gestures, especially artistic and romantic ones; for a poetic soul, there was no defense.

"Ah..." The young Fox Clan woman’s eyes sparkled with astonishment, and a charming gasp escaped her lips.

How could such wondrous artistry exist? How could someone immortalize her on stone?

She ran her fingers lovingly over her engraved likeness, completely entranced.

Her husband, Goufu, was a vulgar and uncouth man who completely failed to understand her. But the man before her had grasped her beauty and loneliness after merely one encounter.

At that moment, Lanling leaned in for a kiss.

"This isn’t right; this isn’t good; this is dangerous," the young Fox Clan woman murmured with faint resistance.

Lanling’s spiritual power doubled its assault, and instantly, the woman’s meager will to resist crumbled entirely.

Half an hour later, all was calm once more!

Ali now had only one thought in her heart: All the years she’d lived before today had been wasted.

"It’s getting late; time to go back," Lanling finally said, patting her cheek gently.

The Fox Clan woman trembled as she replied, "Will you come find me again?"

Lanling didn’t understand her words, but he guessed it was some sort of question. So, he nodded lightly.

"Tomorrow evening, I will wait for you here again," said the Fox Clan woman. "If you don’t come, I’ll wait forever."

Then, she happily mounted her horse and returned to her tribe.

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"Let’s go. Continue the trial," Dina said coldly. "I hope your legs haven’t gone weak. Remember, today’s tasks must still be completed."

Lanling grinned and headed off toward the nearby mountain summit, preparing to carry six hundred pounds back to the tribe and then practice his swordsmanship fifteen hundred more times.

"Is there a type of poison," Lanling asked, "that could rot away Goufu’s manhood and turn him into a eunuch for life?"

Dina’s eyes widened. "You... you’re planning on having Ali harm her own husband?"

"Exactly," Lanling replied. "He spit on my uncle’s face. I vowed revenge, and I always keep my promises."

Dina’s delicate frame shuddered with chill.

Back atop the mountain, Lanling reloaded the lead weights into his pocket and picked up his three-hundred-pound wooden sword, embarking once more on his arduous, hellish trials.

Climbing uphill was torturous, but descending was even worse, far more grueling.

To avoid a catastrophic fall, Lanling had to keep his entire body tense, exerting maximum control, descending step by painstaking step.

Within just half an hour, he was drenched once again in sweat, teetering on the brink of collapse. Then, from deep within his bloodline, a renewed surge of energy sprang forth once more, flooding into his muscles and bones.

But at that moment, Lanling began to sense a peculiar fatigue in his bloodline.

From morning to evening today, his bloodline energy had been stimulated seven or eight times, tempering his meridians and body each time.

Over the past few days, Lanling’s bloodline energy had been constantly depleted without replenishment, and was now dangerously low, sending forth warning signals.

"Awooooo..."

Just then, a wolf howled from nearby.

"I’ll go take care of it," Dina said.

"Capture it alive; don’t kill it," Lanling instructed.

"Understood," Dina replied.

In a flash, she darted off like lightning.

A few minutes later, she returned with a live, hundred-pound feral wolf in tow.

Lanling was ecstatic. He bared his sharp fangs and sank them into the wolf’s neck, drinking deeply of its blood.

The wolf let out a horrible, terrified shriek, struggling with all its might.

Scalding wolf blood flowed into Lanling’s stomach, instantly transforming into burning, potent energy.

"Ah, exhilarating..."

Wave upon wave of energy poured into Lanling’s bloodline, flowing endlessly throughout his body.

He had never known until now just how invigorating it could be to drink blood, particularly when his bloodline was in dire need of replenishment.

Within merely two minutes, the hundred-pound wolf was drained into a desiccated corpse, not a single drop of blood remaining in its body.

Watching this unfold, Dina’s heart quivered violently.

She couldn’t put her feelings into words; it was a mix of chills, fear, and something even more indescribably complex.

"Do you want the wolf carcass?" Lanling asked after finishing.

"Of course," Dina replied.

She took the wolf corpse, skinned it, cut the meat into pieces, and packed them into her bag.

The two resumed their journey. To Lanling’s surprise, the unbearable agony of his earlier fatigue had suddenly vanished.

Although a six-hundred-pound load was still far from effortless, it was no longer as grueling as before.

Lanling could feel his cultivation had advanced, though to what extent, he wasn’t sure. Testing it upon his return would reveal the truth.

After just one day of hellish training, his cultivation level had improved.

Impatient to measure his progress, Lanling couldn’t wait to return.

At nine o’clock that evening, Lanling and Dina arrived at the gates of the tribe.

"Dina, why are you still out this late?" Suddenly, a deep, charismatic voice reached their ears.

A troop of several dozen cavalrymen approached the tribe’s gates from the west.

At their head was a poised and imposing male of the Demon Race, along with a haughty Demon Race woman.

That man must be Du Yan, the adopted son of Suo Mo, and beside him was Chief Constantine’s daughter!

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