Chapter 46

"Is this an internal conflict?" Yuan Ming was puzzled.

It was clear that they wouldn't go to such lengths to poison him. Bada and Yang Chan looked like followers, so it wasn't hard to guess who Kuntu was targeting.

Before Yuan Ming could figure it out, Wu Bao's voice rang out: "Report to the elders, the wild boar meat is ready, please taste it."

"Are they about to make their move?" After a brief hesitation, Yuan Ming decided not to intervene for now.

"Bring it over." Kuntu ordered.

Wu Bao immediately brought the whole roasted wild boar to Kuntu and the others.

Kuntu took out a short dagger and lightly sliced the boar meat a few times, creating several cuts that divided the large piece into seven or eight portions.

"Junior Sister Chen Wan, this meat looks quite good, have some." He took a piece from the spine and handed it to Chen Wan.

Chen Wan couldn't refuse and took it.

The others also picked up their pieces and began to eat heartily.

At this moment, Kuntu suddenly remembered something and said to Wu Bao, "Go get a piece for Yuan Ming."

"Lord... Lord's gift to you." Without a word, Wu Bao immediately brought a large piece of roasted boar leg to Yuan Ming with both hands.

Yuan Ming took it with a blank expression, gave a perfunctory thanks, and if he didn't know the meat was poisoned, he might have been moved by Wu Bao and Kuntu's sudden kindness.

"Try it." Wu Bao said with a forced smile.

Yuan Ming took a bite, chewed, and said indistinctly, "It's quite good."

Seeing this, Wu Bao turned and returned to the temple. Yuan Ming immediately spat out the meat and rinsed his mouth with rainwater.

Praises were heard from inside the temple, even Chen Wan thought Wu Bao's cooking was good.

But soon, Yuan Ming heard a noise from inside, as if someone had fallen.

Then Kuntu asked insincerely, "Junior Sister Chen Wan, what's wrong, Sister?"

Yuan Ming listened to the commotion inside, secretly mocking them. Taking advantage of a thunderclap, he threw away the meat and pretended to be poisoned, lying down against the wall with the remaining meat and bone in his hand.

Inside the temple, Kuntu was still calling out to Chen Wan, but she was unconscious, her eyes closed and her eyelashes trembling.

"Stop calling, she's already out cold." At this moment, Yang Chan, arms crossed, glanced at Chen Wan and said impatiently.

"Hehe, this little wench, always relying on that old hen from the Fire Refining Hall, never giving me a proper look. Today, in my hands, I'll make her know what true pleasure is." Kuntu said, full of pride.

"Senior Brother Kuntu, the... the drug is very potent, I didn't dare use too much. Hurry up, or it might wear off." Bada stepped forward, glancing at Chen Wan on the ground.

"Alright, I know your little thoughts. Don't worry, after I'm done, I won't forget to share with you, hahaha..." Kuntu laughed.

Yang Chan looked at the two and sneered, "You men, not one of you is good."

Kuntu glanced at her, slightly displeased.

Yang Chan quickly changed her expression and said, "Men are bad, but women love them. Chen Wan is just inexperienced. Once she tastes it, even a beast slave like you, she might chase after."

Wu Bao, hearing his name, immediately lowered his head, not daring to look at Chen Wan anymore.

" Wu Bao, we're almost at our destination. Yuan Ming is no longer useful. Go kill him now, to avoid trouble later." Kuntu, reaching out to touch Chen Wan's face, suddenly remembered something and turned to order.

"Yes, Master." Wu Bao immediately rushed out of the temple.

"Take him far away, don't let the blood smell in here, it would ruin my mood." Kuntu reminded.

"Yes."

Wu Bao came to the door, looked at the collapsed Yuan Ming, and smiled.

He bent down, grabbed Yuan Ming's arms, and dragged him into the rain, heading towards the dark forest.

Kuntu gently caressed Chen Wan's face, pinched it affectionately, and said with a smile, "What a beautiful face, tsk tsk, I don't want to do this, but you're too stubborn."

As he said this, he grabbed Chen Wan's collar and pulled it down, exposing her red dress and the white, plump skin underneath.

Kuntu was mesmerized, but suddenly heard a soft "gulp" behind him. It was Bada, eyes wide, swallowing his saliva.

Yang Chan glanced at him, feeling even more disdain.

Kuntu also felt uncomfortable being watched by the two.

He reached for a blue bag at his waist, embroidered with strange runes, and a light flashed.

In the next moment, a carved bed with a canopy appeared in the temple.

"Senior Brother Kuntu, you have a storage bag?" Yang Chan, surprised, stared at the blue bag hanging from his waist.

"Given by Elder Mengshan before we left." Kuntu said proudly.

"To be so favored by Elder Mengshan, you're sure to become an inner disciple when we return." Yang Chan said enviously.

Kuntu smiled but didn't speak, thinking to himself, "That old man has taken so much from me over the years, he should have made me an inner disciple long ago."

"Senior Brother Kuntu, don't talk so much, hurry up." Bada urged impatiently.

Kuntu sneered, picked up Chen Wan, and threw her into the bed canopy.

Yang Chan's eyes flashed with hatred, and she went to the temple door. Bada sat by the fire, reluctant to leave.

Outside the temple, the wind was howling, and the rain was pouring.

In the forest a hundred paces away, Wu Bao, drenched, dragged Yuan Ming to a pit, threw him in, and took out a short knife.

Seeing this hated man now as limp as a rag, he smiled, aimed the knife at his heart, and was about to stab.

He didn't notice that Yuan Ming had quietly grabbed the sword hanging at his waist.

"Click"

A flash of white lightning illuminated Wu Bao's knife, reflecting on Yuan Ming's face.

To his horror, Yuan Ming's eyes were open, and he was smiling.

Before he could react, a sharp pain shot through his foot as a wooden spike rose from the ground, piercing his entire foot and stabbing into his abdomen.

Wu Bao, in agony, pressed down his knife, trying to kill Yuan Ming.

But Yuan Ming, prepared, grabbed his wrist with one hand and swung his sword with the other.

The sword flashed with a blue light, slicing through Wu Bao's neck.

Blood spurted out, and a round head flew off, rolling to the side.

"Sigh, now I can't stay out of this." Yuan Ming stepped back, sitting on the wet, cold mud, wiping the blood and rain from his face.

Through the rain and tree shadows, he saw the faint firelight from the temple, slowly stood up, shook the blood off his sword, and walked towards it.

Back at the temple, Yuan Ming didn't rush in but climbed onto the roof.

Through a hole in the roof, he saw the elaborately crafted bed that didn't fit the surroundings, Yang Chan sulking at the door, and Bada sitting by the fire, looking lecherous.

Inside the bed, Chen Wan's outer clothes were completely stripped off, and her inner garment couldn't hide her white, smooth skin, creating a seductive scene.

A gust of wind lifted the canopy, and Yuan Ming saw Kuntu sitting on Chen Wan's long legs, holding her red dress and burying his face in it, greedily sniffing.

"This guy is so lecherous..." Yuan Ming shuddered.

He hesitated for a moment.

From his observations, Kuntu and the others were all at least at the fourth level of Qi Cultivation. Even one-on-one, he had no confidence in winning, let alone all three at once.

But if he did nothing, not only would his conscience be troubled, but Kuntu and the others wouldn't let him go just for killing Wu Bao, especially since he had witnessed this.

So, Yuan Ming had to save Chen Wan to have a chance of survival.

"Only this way." His eyes flashed with determination.

Just as Kuntu reached out to touch Chen Wan's body, two green spikes suddenly burst from the ground under the two fires, knocking them over.

Burning logs scattered, sparks flying, startling Bada.

The sparks landed on the bed, instantly igniting the canopy, and a fierce fire rose, enveloping the entire bed.

In the flames, Kuntu's angry roar echoed.

In the next moment, a circle of white wind blades expanded from the center of the bed, sweeping in all directions.

With a series of "bangs," the flames were blown away, and the bed canopy and pillars were cut, flying in all directions.

The wind blades swept away the remaining sparks, dimming the temple.

"Hey, Bada, what are you doing?" Kuntu, naked to the waist, roared.

Even with such a commotion, Chen Wan remained unconscious.

"Senior Brother Kuntu, I didn't do anything." Bada quickly protested.

Yang Chan, not waiting to be blamed, also distanced herself, shouting, "It wasn't me, I didn't do anything."

At this moment, a thunderclap echoed.

The already dilapidated temple roof collapsed, and countless tiles fell, creating a large hole.

A tall, white figure fell through the hole, landing on top of Kuntu on the bed with the force of a mountain.