Territory of Lust-Magical Continent

The chirping of birds in the early morning roused Long Aotian. After much effort, he managed to extricate himself from the tender embrace of the women, their jade - like legs and delicate arms entangled around him.

The wild revelry of the previous night hadn't made him feel tired. Instead, the women were left weak and pleading for mercy. At this moment, Long Aotian truly felt the changes in his physical strength and the enhancement of his martial arts skills after obtaining the pure yin essence from Yuzhu.

From this moment on, he became extremely confident in himself and had a clearer vision of the future. He believed that as long as he kept working hard, he would indeed acquire extraordinary abilities, just as the mysterious old man who taught him had said.

The languid women lay sprawled haphazardly on the carpet. With affectionate eyes, they watched Long Aotian walk out briskly. All of them developed deep love and respect for this extraordinary man. In this era of constant warfare, those in power regarded the lives of others as worthless, and the status of women, who were in a vulnerable position, was extremely low. It was rare to find someone who cared about them. Every word and deed of this general from Fast was different from others, and some of his actions could even be described as going against the norm.

However, they didn't know that the man in front of them was just acting on impulse, driven by his lecherous nature. To him, pleasure - seeking was the most important thing, and all beautiful women were worthy of his attention.

As soon as Long Aotian stepped out of the tent, he was immediately surrounded by the slightly cool morning breeze. He raised his head and took a comfortable breath of fresh air, feeling extremely delighted. Recalling the admiration and adoration in the eyes of the women in the tent when they looked at him, he couldn't help but feel secretly proud. It was so satisfying to do this kind of favor at no cost to himself. He thought it would be great if he could encounter more such things in the future.

After taking two steps, a charming figure caught his eye, and Long Aotian couldn't help but stop.

There sat Li Die alone on a large rock, her back against a big tree. Her delicate head was slightly lowered, her beautiful eyes gently closed, her hands hugging her knees, and her small chin resting on her raised knees. Traces of tears could be seen on her fair and delicate face, and her slender figure looked so weak and helpless in the morning breeze.

A wave of pity welled up in Long Aotian's heart. He walked over and gently draped his outer garment over her, asking softly, "Are you still thinking about your sister?"

Li Die's long eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her clear eyes. Seeing Long Aotian's face right in front of her, her delicate face blushed, and her body shrank slightly.

Seeing the faint red threads in Li Die's eyes, Long Aotian asked with a mixture of pity and affection, "Didn't you sleep at all last night?"

Li Die nodded slightly. Her bright eyes followed Long Aotian as she watched him sit down beside her. Her jade - like face turned red, like the morning glow in the sky, adding even more charm to her delicate features.

Li Die gently bit her cherry - like lips with her pearly white teeth and said in a low voice, "With all the noise you made, how could anyone sleep?"

Long Aotian gave an embarrassed smile. Despite his thick skin, he couldn't help but blush slightly in front of this pure and refined girl. He quickly changed the subject and asked, "Do you still insist on joining the army?"

Li Die nodded without hesitation, looking at him with determined eyes. "I must kill Bu Ge to avenge my sister!"

Long Aotian sighed. "Miss Li Die, you haven't practiced martial arts, and you're a woman. How could the Fast army accept you?"

Li Die slowly lowered her head. After a long while, she raised it again and said, "If... if... I..." She stopped, stuck out her small, rosy tongue and licked her cherry - like lips. Her fair face turned bright red.

Captivated by her beauty and puzzled by her sudden change, Long Aotian stared straight at Li Die's pretty face. This action made Li Die's face turn even redder. Her small cherry - like lips trembled a few times, and she turned her gaze elsewhere, as if she couldn't bear his direct look.

She took a deep breath and said hurriedly, "If I give myself to you, will you ask General Falling Star to take me into her camp?" As soon as she finished speaking, her pretty face turned even redder than the morning glow.

"What?" Long Aotian's body shook violently.

Li Die spoke quickly and softly, but Long Aotian, with his sharp ears, heard every word clearly. He was left speechless, gaping. Li Die looked bravely at Long Aotian's face with her bright eyes, as if she would throw herself into his arms the moment he agreed.

Long Aotian felt a headache coming on. He coughed a few times to clear his dry throat. To be honest, Li Die's proposal was very tempting to him. Facing such a beautiful girl, Long Aotian's resistance was almost non - existent. But thinking of her tragically deceased sister, Long Aotian forced himself to swallow the words that were about to blurt out. He shouldn't take advantage of her in this situation. Even Long Aotian himself was puzzled later. This didn't seem to be in line with his nature; he usually wouldn't refuse.

Although a voice in his heart was shouting "agree, agree", Long Aotian subconsciously put on a mask of righteousness and rejected this tempting proposal.

"Miss Li Die, you shouldn't offer yourself as a condition. Besides, I, Long Aotian, am a real man. How could I be a villain who takes advantage of others in their distress?"

A deep sense of disappointment showed on Li Die's face, but a strange look flashed in her bright eyes. She stood up, extremely shy, and was just about to leave when she suddenly let out a horrified scream, "Orcs?"

Alarmed, Long Aotian quickly jumped up. "Where? Where?" Following Li Die's slender finger, Long Aotian saw a large group of orcs at the foot of the nearby mountain. They were carrying strange objects, walking and stopping, and talking as they did so.

In the Fast camp, Luo Xingyao, who had been awake all night, received the news that the Yasu army had formed a battle formation outside the camp to challenge them. She immediately ordered her troops to go out and meet the enemy.

Lette, with golden curly hair like a lion's mane, stood tall under the fluttering lion - flag. Behind him were dozens of fierce and cold - blooded lion generals, and further back was the main formation of his lion soldiers. On the two wings of the main formation were Xiangling's leopard soldiers and Grey Shell's wolf soldiers.

Hundreds of thousands of orcs lined up on the Tianfeng Plain, each holding a weapon. They stared silently at the Fast army camp in front of them. Apart from the neighing of warhorses, there was not a single human voice on the entire battlefield. The murderous aura emanating from them was so intense that it made people feel breathless.

Looking at Lion King Lette standing in front of the large army, all the orcs would have this feeling: "What a magnificent and powerful king! There is no other king on the continent with a more domineering presence!"

Indeed, even the leaders of the other three orc tribes, who had always been in open and covert struggles with Lette, had to admit that Lette, with his mountain - like burly figure and sharp eyes, was an undefeated brave general. Because no one in the entire Yasu kingdom could match him in combat. His martial prowess was well - known to the world, and even neighboring countries were astonished by it.

At this moment, the orcs had strong confidence, believing that their Lion King would lead them to make the Yasu flag fly forever in the sky of the continent. This confidence in the king made the orcs' combat power even higher, which was definitely not good news for their enemies, the Fast soldiers, today.

In fact, both Bu Ge of the bear tribe and Grey Shell of the wolf tribe had mixed feelings. Because they had suffered setbacks in the early stage of the war and their strength had been greatly reduced. If Yasu achieved a great victory today, the power of the lion tribe would be greatly enhanced, and they would have even less status in the country in the future. For the leopard tribe, which had always been the weakest, this was also not a good thing. So in this regard, Xiangling was in agreement with them. They hoped that the lion tribe would fight hard while they tried their best to preserve their own strength.

Beneath the strong exterior, there were subtle cracks, but Lette, who had always worshipped force, didn't notice them. Because in his mind, he was already imagining the sweetness of victory.

"Here they come! They're about to move out!"

There was a slight commotion in the front formation of the lion soldiers. The soldiers subconsciously tightened their grip on their weapons. All eyes were focused on Lion King Lette.

Lette's sharp eyes stared at the movements of the Fast army camp in the distance. Suddenly, he forcefully waved his strong right hand forward and shouted, "Advance!"

The powerful voice spread far and wide. The Yasu soldiers responded with a deafening shout and began to move slowly. The originally horizontal formation gradually protruded in the middle, forming a huge arrowhead. Together with the slightly lagging wings, it formed a triangular arrow - shaped formation focused on a charge, with Lion King Lette at the tip of the arrowhead.

Amid the blaring of horns and the beating of war drums, the gate of the Fast army camp opposite opened, and a phalanx of heavy infantry emerged. Each of them was clad in heavy armor and held a caltrop - like spear. They spread out to the two wings in a formation resembling two dragons emerging from the water and lined up in a long row in the front of the formation. After the heavy - infantry had taken their positions, two teams of archers rushed out in a swarm, spreading out like the wings of a wild goose to secure the flanks of their own formation. Then, row after row of cavalry, their armors shining brightly and formations orderly, galloped out from the camp. They were well - trained and quickly formed a neat square formation. The orderly military appearance of the Fast army left the generals and soldiers of the Yasu army in awe.

Looking at the Fast army, which had formed an offensive - and - defensive - capable square formation in an instant, Lette thought to himself, "The Falling Star Legion really lives up to its reputation! No wonder it can dominate for a time."

He spurred his jade - lion beast, rode to the front of the formation, and shouted in a thunderous voice, "I, the king, request a word with General Luo Xingyao!"

The voice reached the Fast army formation. As the flag - gate opened, Luo Xingyao, who looked like a celestial beauty, emerged. She was wearing a helmet and armor, holding a bright silver spear, and rode out briskly. The close - fitting colorful armor perfectly revealed her exquisitely curvy and slender figure. At the sight of her, Lette was immediately struck by her beauty as if she were a celestial being.

Luo Xingyao's phoenix - like eyes were filled with dignity. She looked at Lette and said, "What advice does the Lion King have?" Her voice was like a silver bell, extremely pleasant to hear.

Lette cupped his hands and said, "I've long heard of the great name of General Falling Star, who wields the divine spear and wears the phoenix armor. Meeting you today is truly a great honor!" Luo Xingyao smiled slightly and said, "Your Majesty flatters me."

Lette was bewitched by her smile, which was like a hundred flowers blooming. After a moment's daze, he said, "Such a peerless beauty, I really don't want to harm you. How about you come to my side? I will offer you the position of queen. What do you think?" As he spoke, his big round eyes stared straight at Luo Xingyao's alluring and bosomy chest.

Upon hearing this, Luo Xingyao's jade - like face darkened, and she angrily rebuked, "Bold scoundrel! How dare you speak such wild words!"

Lette laughed loudly and said, "If you don't comply, you'll regret it too late!" He pointed to the large army behind him and continued, "I have hundreds of thousands of valiant soldiers under my command, enough to raze you to the ground! I advise you to obediently be my woman, and I guarantee you a life of luxury!"

Luo Xingyao shouted, "Shameless wretch! You're unworthy to be a king!"

Lette flew into a rage, brandished his mace, and charged straight at Luo Xingyao. Luo Xingyao remained calm. She brandished her Gale - splitting Spear, and as the spear moved, a gust of wind rose. She stabbed at Lette's face. At first, relying on his natural strength, Lette swung his 180 - jin mace fiercely, intending to knock Luo Xingyao off her horse. But after several rounds, he found that not only could Luo Xingyao easily block his attacks, but she was also gradually taking the initiative with her superb spear - skills.

Every time Lette's mace struck at Luo Xingyao's spear, the Gale - splitting Spear was like a dragon emerging from the sea. The tip of the spear pointed at the places he had to defend, forcing Lette to retract his moves and defend. As a result, he had all that strength but couldn't put it to use. He could only wave his mace to deal with the spear - shadows that lingered around the vital parts of his body.

Every time Luo Xingyao waved her spear, a strong gust of wind was generated. Even though Lette had thick skin, he felt a faint pain from the wind. He suddenly remembered that Luo Xingyao's Gale - splitting Spear was an ancient divine weapon that could automatically generate wind - type magic, something that ordinary people could never resist.

Long Aotian, who was ambushing with his soldiers behind the dense forest, watched as the orcs slowly made their way up the mountain. The leader turned out to be a short and fat old man. He was holding a strange disk in his hand, talking to a beautiful young woman beside him while looking at the disk. Several orc generals followed them, and according to the old man's instructions, they would turn around from time to time and loudly order the orc soldiers.

They gradually approached the place where Long Aotian and his men were ambushing. Their voices could be clearly heard. Suddenly, the short and fat old man shouted excitedly, raising the disk in his hand, "Right here! Right here!"

The orc generals also seemed very happy. They quickly ordered the soldiers to put down those strange iron objects. Under the old man's command, the orc soldiers began to set up various iron parts. Gradually, the shape of the thing became clear. At the back was a very complex control console, and in the front, a large round iron pipe protruded in the middle, facing the Fast army camp at the foot of the mountain.

The short and fat old man carefully took out a stone that shone with a strange luster from a sealed large box and put it into the control console. Then, he did the same for all ten of them. The orc soldiers began to adjust the direction of the iron pipe, aiming it at the Fast army lined up on the battlefield. Several orc generals chatted and laughed easily with the old man and the beautiful woman, looking extremely pleased.

Seeing this, Long Aotian gave an order. The Fast army let out a shout and then rushed forward, brandishing their weapons.

Long Aotian loved this kind of ambush battle the most. He rushed to the front of the team. With his sword in hand, he swung it left and right, and in a short while, he had killed several orc soldiers. He felt that his body was so full of energy that he could freely wave the sword in his hand.

The orc soldiers, who were thrown into chaos, had no idea where the enemy had come from. How could they appear behind them? Caught off - guard, although they tried their best to resist, they were outnumbered. In the tight encirclement, each of them was being attacked by several Fast soldiers.

Less than a quarter of an hour after the battle started, all the orcs had either been killed or captured.

With blood on his body, Long Aotian stood in front of the orc captives, holding his sword. He looked at the dejected orcs with an imposing manner and asked in a deep voice, "What is that thing?"

All the orc soldiers stared at him coldly and remained silent. Long Aotian couldn't help but get angry. The Fast soldiers around him also started to stir, and the impatient ones were about to rush forward and take action.

Suddenly, a huge orc general snorted and said, "Launching a sneak attack with despicable means, what kind of hero are you? If you have the guts, fight me again. If you win, I'll tell you what you want to know."

"Oh!" Long Aotian glanced at him and said without hesitation, "Cut him down!"

Before anyone could understand what was happening, a Fast soldier standing behind the orc general swung his sword. Blood spurted out, and a huge head flew up and then fell. With a "bang," the headless body fell to the ground. The orcs were in an uproar, and even the Fast soldiers were shocked.

"I hate people who have no self - awareness the most!" Long Aotian said coldly. "Anyway, when you're defeated, you should admit it. Don't make excuses for your failure! Since you've become a captive, you should have the awareness of being one. How dare you still say such things! Humph, I can't stand this the most!"

A strange look flashed in the eyes of the beautiful woman being held captive on the side, and the short and fat old man was slightly moved. Even the two ten - thousand - rider commanders standing behind Long Aotian were deeply surprised. In an era that worshiped heroes, it was quite unusual for someone like Long Aotian to straightforwardly reject the opponent's request. But what happened next surprised everyone present even more.

"You! Come here!" Long Aotian pointed at an orc general with a face full of grief and indignation standing next to the killed orc general. "Are you very unconvinced? Let me tell you, I didn't fight him not because I was afraid, but because there was no need. Now I'll give you a chance. Pick up the sword at your feet, and I'll show you my strength!"

The middle - aged orc general said hatefully, "Fine!" He bent down, picked up the long sword thrown at his feet, stood up straight, and said in a harsh voice, "If I win, you have to release my men!"

Long Aotian agreed without hesitation, "However, if you lose, you all have to confess everything!"

"Agreed!"

Hatred was deeply reflected in the middle - aged orc general's eyes. He slowly raised the long sword in his hand, pointing it obliquely at Long Aotian in front of him. The slightly trembling tip of the sword exuded a cold air. Although it was just a starting move, it already contained a strong murderous intent, causing the people watching from the side to unconsciously take a half - step back.

Long Aotian took a deep breath, circulated his internal energy through all his meridians, and the surging true qi flowed through his limbs. Since he felt that his power had greatly increased, he had always wanted to know how much progress he had made. So he took this opportunity to test his skills. Moreover, he had a deeper intention, that is, he wanted to give the Fast soldiers present a clear impression that he had real ability and was not as incompetent as they thought.

Wanting to establish his prestige through this opportunity, he stepped forward, his eyes shining brightly. He held his sword horizontally and shouted, "Come on!"

The middle - aged orc general let out a loud roar, brandished his sword, and rushed forward quickly. As soon as he made a move, it was a fierce killing move. The erratically moving tip of the sword covered Long Aotian's face, seemingly attacking his glabella or his throat.

The light in Long Aotian's eyes became even brighter. He accurately grasped the angle at which his opponent wanted to attack. His divine sense locked onto the attacking sword. His right foot quickly retreated, and he slightly turned his body. The sword in his hand, from bottom to top, was as fast as lightning, blocking the weakest part of the orc general's sword.

When the two swords intersected, there was only a "ding!" sound, and the orc general's body couldn't help but pause.

Just as his sword momentum weakened, Long Aotian let out a loud shout, and his body quickly slid forward. The sword in his hand suddenly increased in speed, slashing obliquely at the opponent's chest and shoulder.

The orc general's face changed slightly. He didn't expect Long Aotian to be able to increase his speed. He could only inhale and draw in his body to avoid this sword. But as soon as his body moved, Long Aotian's sword followed. Changing from a slash to a stab, it was as fast as thunder, attacking his throat.

Under the urging of the sword energy, the air in front of him became heavy and cold. He couldn't help but roar, and managed to dodge. He wildly waved the sword in his hand, trying to block this sword from the central part of his body.

However, it was too late. Long Aotian deftly flipped his wrist, and a cold white light flashed. The tip of the sword had already swiped across his throat.

"Clang!" The orc general's eyes widened in anger. His throat made a "gurgling" sound, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground. He really couldn't believe that he had been defeated by this man so quickly. But he only stood for a moment before his body began to sway, and his face gradually turned pale.

These moves were as fast as lightning. Before the people next to them could clearly see what was happening, it was already over. At this time, everyone stared speechlessly as the orc's body swayed twice, and then with a "bang," it fell to the ground.

The Fast soldiers cheered, while the orcs turned ashen - faced. The strength of this Fast general left them discouraged. For them, who worshipped force, strength was everything. At this time, they had nothing to say.

Long Aotian was overjoyed in his heart. Now he finally knew how much progress he had made. He could hardly believe that he could perform those moves so easily just now. Being able to freely command his attacks with his divine sense was something he had dreamed of. He couldn't help but look forward to what would happen if, as the old man who taught him the divine skill said, he practiced the skill to the highest level and absorbed more energy.

After a brief interrogation, Long Aotian learned that this thing was called the "Magical - Guidance Cannon." It was a magical weapon developed by the Yasu kingdom, which had hired people from the Tianji tribe. It took a year to make. Driven by the Magical - Guidance Stones, its power was enough to destroy all living things. If it was put into the battlefield, it was believed that nothing could stop it.

Seeing Long Aotian's skeptical look, the short and fat old man, who had been watching coldly from the side, said proudly, "The products of this master are absolutely genuine." Long Aotian sized up the old man. "Are you from the Tianji tribe?"

The old man puffed out his chest and said, "I'm the Ghost Master of the Tianji tribe!" As soon as these words were spoken, there was a stir among the crowd, and Long Aotian was also slightly moved. The Tianji tribe was renowned on the continent for their proficiency in manufacturing various weapons and mechanisms. Almost all the divine weapons and sharp tools were made by their hands. Among this generation, the most famous person in the Tianji tribe was the Ghost Master. However, he was extremely greedy for money, and his hiring fee was almost sky - high. Besides the extremely wealthy and powerful nobles, only a country could afford to hire this guy.

In fact, this time he had been deceived by the Lion King of Yasu and was forced to make the "Magical - Guidance Cannon" for them. But a person like him would never admit to such a humiliating situation to avoid losing face. And precisely because of this, this terrifying weapon hadn't been fully developed. Otherwise, this war would have long since taken a different turn.

Seeing the reactions of the crowd, the Ghost Master looked around triumphantly. Long Aotian couldn't help but feel angry. How could a captive be so arrogant? But then he thought otherwise, put on a smile, cupped his fists, and saluted, saying, "So it's the Ghost Master. I'm really sorry for my disrespect!"

The Ghost Master became even more complacent and said casually, "No need for such formalities."

Long Aotian said, "Could you please explain this thing in detail to me, to dispel my doubts?"

The Ghost Master gave him a sideways look. "You don't have any money to give me. Why should I tell you?"

Long Aotian smiled slightly, then suddenly turned to his subordinates and ordered, "Cut down all those orcs." As soon as this order was given, the generals were in an uproar. But military orders were like mountains. Although the generals objected in their hearts, they had to carry out the order. Long Aotian was very satisfied with this feeling of commanding everyone and having the power of life and death. He was experiencing the beauty of having great power in his hands for the first time. The women on the side finally witnessed Long Aotian's cold - bloodedness, and they couldn't help but feel a mysterious sense towards this ruthless yet amorous man.

The Ghost Master, frightened by Long Aotian's order, saw him looking at himself again. He tried to remain calm and shouted, "Don't try to scare me with killing."

Long Aotian said gently, "How could I? And this is..." His eyes fell on the beautiful woman.

The beautiful woman, who had been calm all along, smiled charmingly upon hearing this and said, "I'm Lady Mulan, the Ghost Master's wife!"

"Oh!" The gaze that Long Aotian cast over her coquettish and sexy body became heated.

Sensing Long Aotian's ill - intentioned look, the Ghost Master suddenly changed his tone and said, "Considering your eagerness to learn, I'll tell you!"

Hearing this, Long Aotian withdrew his lecherous gaze and said to the Ghost Master with a smile, "Then thank you very much!"

So the generals followed the Ghost Master and listened to his explanation of the "Magical - Guidance Cannon." It took the Ghost Master a full half - hour to finish, and everyone couldn't help but admire his ingenious ideas and superb craftsmanship. During this time, Lady Mulan's charming eyes were constantly fixed on Long Aotian, as if she was particularly interested in him.

Taking advantage of the fact that everyone was gathered around the cannon, discussing animatedly, the Ghost Master suddenly pulled Long Aotian aside and handed him a few small items. "These are some small gadgets I made myself. General, you can play with them!" Then he whispered, "General, can I leave now?"

Long Aotian knew that the items made by the Ghost Master were all worth a fortune, so he unceremoniously stuffed them into his bosom. Then, greedily, he said, "Do you have any more precious things? Take them out too!"

The Ghost Master said with a bitter face, "I don't have that many treasures with me!"

Long Aotian gave a strange smile. "Well, leave your wife behind, and you can go."

"You lecherous man!" Lady Mulan's voice suddenly sounded from the side. Long Aotian was startled. When he turned around, he saw Lady Mulan standing behind him with a beaming smile. At this moment, all the soldiers and generals were gathered around the "Magical - Guidance Cannon," discussing, and no one noticed what was happening here.

Sensing the provocative look in Lady Mulan's eyes, Long Aotian also teased her with his eyes.

The Ghost Master, feeling that something was wrong, quickly grabbed Long Aotian's hand and surrendered. "All right, I'll give you this too. Let my wife and me leave." Long Aotian saw that it was a scroll of silk book. He was about to refuse, but seeing a flash of surprise in Lady Mulan's eyes, he quickly changed his tone and said, "All right, but tell me what this is?"

The Ghost Master said with a pained expression, "This is the 'Dragon's Heart Sutra'." Long Aotian felt his heart pounding. What he was holding in his hand was actually the legendary "Dragon's Heart Sutra." It was said that those who obtained the "Dragon's Heart Sutra" could cultivate an immortal body. He had always thought it was just a myth, but he never expected that such a book actually existed. Without saying a word, he waved his hand and let the couple leave.

When Lady Mulan left, she gave Long Aotian several flirtatious glances, then grabbed the Ghost Master and flew away. Long Aotian couldn't help but admire her light - body skill. He let out a long laugh and said, "Ghost Master, Lady Mulan, we'll meet again!" The voice clearly reached the ears of the two of them along with the morning breeze.

Hearing this, the Ghost Master's heart skipped a beat, and he said viciously, "No, you damned bastard. I hope we never meet again." His muttering was heard by Lady Mulan. She let out a charming laugh and said coquettishly, "I think this young man is no ordinary person. We'll surely meet again someday." With that, she chuckled softly.

The Ghost Master said discontentedly, "Do you have a crush on him?" Lady Mulan didn't answer, just laughed coquettishly. The Ghost Master also felt that Long Aotian was different from the people he had seen before. He had an ominous premonition in his heart that they would meet again. Unexpectedly, his premonition came true three years later, and he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Lady Mulan suddenly remembered and said discontentedly, "Why did you give him the book?"

The Ghost Master chuckled. "That broken book, I couldn't open it no matter what I tried. It's useless for that kid to take it!"

Lady Mulan laughed charmingly. "You old rascal!" With that, both of them laughed.

Long Aotian watched as they disappeared from sight, then lowered his head to examine the book in his hand. However, he couldn't open the book after trying for a long time. He couldn't help but curse in his heart, "This old man actually tricked me with this broken book. If I meet him next time, I'll definitely cut him with my sword." Just as he was at a loss what to do with the book, he suddenly heard a scream. Long Aotian casually stuffed the book into his bosom and hurried towards the noisy place.