Chapter 35

Blocked by the thrust of the Zhongchong Sword, the burly monk could no longer catch up to Luo Fan, and could only watch helplessly as Luo Fan left.

"Damn it!" The burly monk angrily slammed his fist down, splashing a large amount of soil. He said with hatred, "It's best not to use the Zhongchong Sword in front of people. Otherwise, if I find out, I won't let you off, no matter where you go!"

After running for several miles, Luo Fan finally stopped. He calculated the distance and thought that Yang Guo must have fallen behind. Taking off his night clothes, Luo Fan was not in a hurry to find Yang Guo. He challenged two small forces again, and finally gathered the last 1,000 points of qi.

"System, give me the cell repair fluid!"

Soon, Luo Fan had a glass bottle in his hand, containing a light blue liquid that was constantly bubbling.

To be cautious, Luo Fan suppressed his excitement and asked the system, "System, is this for internal or external use?"

The system's synthesized voice replied, "System products can be used both internally and externally."

"Then I'll take it internally." Luo Fan thought for a moment, and decided that external use seemed a bit inappropriate. He opened the bottle and poured the light blue liquid into his mouth in one go.

The liquid was cool, like drinking soda, but the taste was a bit strange. Soon, Luo Fan felt a warm current rise from his lower abdomen, followed by a strong tingling sensation.

"Damn!" As the saying goes, it's better to feel pain than to feel itchy. Luo Fan felt as if hundreds of ants were crawling in his heart, but he didn't dare to scratch, turning red with frustration.

This process lasted about half an hour before it stopped. Several times, Luo Fan almost couldn't resist scratching, but thinking of the possible consequences, he forced himself to endure it.

"Finally, it's over!" Luo Fan exhaled, lying on the ground.

Then he lifted his pants and looked, his face brightening. "It seems bigger than before!"

Luo Fan slapped the ground and laughed to the sky, "It was worth it!"

Six years! After being a eunuch for six years, he finally recovered his manhood!

After laughing until he was tired, Luo Fan got up from the ground, dusted off his clothes, and began to look for Yang Guo.

Since the challenges were against small forces, unlike the Liu family, which required a platform, it only took Luo Fan a few hours. After another day, Luo Fan finally found Yang Guo at the border of Dali. However, Luo Fan, eager to return, thought it was too slow to bring Yang Guo along, so he just told him that his business was done and went to Zhongnan alone.

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At Zhongnan Mountain, a young Taoist sat in a room, writing something on a piece of paper. After writing, the Taoist picked up the paper, which turned out to be a dragon character. He murmured, "Miss Long..." Then he looked at the paper with deep affection, holding it in both hands and gently rubbing it on his face, not even noticing the ink that had not dried and stained his face.

"Miss Long, I miss you so much!" The young Taoist rubbed the already blurred dragon character paper in his hand and said to himself, "Every day I see you come to Chongyang Palace to inquire about Brother Luo's news, but you never look at me. Do you know how I feel? Can you look at me, Miss Long..."

In another room, a Taoist with disheveled hair and beard was pacing, muttering to himself, "Two years have passed, and that brat Luo Fan still hasn't returned. And for more than a year, there hasn't been a single piece of news. He must be dead outside!"

Then the bearded Taoist clapped his hands and laughed, "Good, good! As long as you, Luo Fan, are around, I, Zhao Zhijin, will never have a chance to rise."

"Have you any idea how I, Zhao Zhijin, have been these two years!" The bearded Taoist's face suddenly changed, and he roared in a fierce manner, "These two years, I have been on edge, hiding in this small Chongyang Palace, not daring to take a single step outside! All the Quanzhen disciples look at me with disdain. These two years, I have lost all my dignity and face, all because of you! Luo! Fan!"

The bearded Taoist's face suddenly changed again, and he laughed madly, "You must be dead outside! Yes, you must be dead outside! You must be dead outside! Hahaha..."

Then he said sternly, "Since that's the case, give me the position of the sect leader. As for your Little Dragon Girl, I see that Junior Brother Yin is infatuated with her. I, Zhao Zhijin, will do a good deed and fulfill his wish, hahaha..."

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After some time, a furtive figure suddenly appeared in front of Luo Fan's small house. He took a step and looked around, and after confirming that no one was around, he quickly darted into Luo Fan's small house.

The figure seemed to take something out of his pocket, then lit it with a fire striker. Seeing that it was burning, he blew out the flame and, seeing a wisp of smoke rising, quickly covered his nose with his Taoist robe and placed it in a corner of the room, then hurriedly turned and left, closing the door.

Then the furtive figure looked around and hurriedly left, heading for Chongyang Palace.

Soon, the figure arrived at the front of Chongyang Palace, and instead of the furtive posture, he stood straight, adjusted his Taoist robe, and walked into the palace. Several guard disciples saw the Taoist and quickly bowed, "Master Zhao!"

"En!" It turned out to be Zhao Zhijin. He nodded slightly and walked into Chongyang Palace.

He stopped at the room where the third-generation disciples rested, but did not enter his own residence. Instead, he walked to a slightly messy courtyard, stopped in front of a room, and gently knocked on the door, asking, "Junior Brother Yin, are you there?"

No one answered inside. Zhao Zhijin hesitated for a moment, then knocked again, this time with more force, making a clear "knock, knock, knock" sound on the door, "Junior Brother Yin, are you inside?"

A voice came from inside, "I'm here." Then there was a rustling sound, and the door creaked open. Yin Zhiping stood at the door, with some ink still on his face, and asked in confusion, "Senior Brother Zhao, what brings you here?"

"I just want to tell you something," Zhao Zhijin stroked his beard and stared at Yin Zhiping, "Junior Brother Luo has returned."

"What?" Yin Zhiping was first surprised, then seemed somewhat unhappy, "What does it have to do with me that Junior Brother Luo has returned?"

Zhao Zhijin looked at Yin Zhiping's appearance and sneered, "Junior Brother Yin, do you need to act so pretentiously in front of me? You know very well what it means that Junior Brother Luo has returned."

"You..." Yin Zhiping pointed at Zhao Zhijin, wanting to get angry, but found that he had a handle on him, so he deflated and asked, "What do you want?"

Zhao Zhijin took a few steps and laughed, "Nothing much, just that Junior Brother Luo has something to ask you. He asked me to bring a message and wait for you in his small house."

Yin Zhiping asked in confusion, "Why doesn't he come to find me himself?"

Zhao Zhijin sneered, "He is being intimate with Little Dragon Girl in that small house. How can he have time to come find you? Naturally, he asked me to bring the message."

"Intimate? Intimate? No way, Miss Long is pure and chaste..." Then his voice stopped. Yin Zhiping's mind was already in chaos, and he didn't care whether what Zhao Zhijin said was true or not, so he hurriedly ran out of the palace.

At the same time, in front of Luo Fan's small house, a figure in white appeared from the distance, floating in the air like snow. The figure landed lightly on the grass in front of the small house, like a fairy untouched by the world.

This was Little Dragon Girl. She was even more ethereal and fairy-like than two years ago. She stood quietly in front of the small house, her star-like eyes looking at it, and her pale, beautiful face showed a deep longing. Her lips parted, and a clear, gentle voice came out, "Two years have passed, why haven't you returned yet?" The voice was melancholy, as if carrying a hint of sorrow and worry.

As usual, she extended her white hand and gently pushed the door open. She came here every day, not only out of longing for him but also to take care of the small house for him. She hoped that when he returned, he would see a clean and bright room, not a dusty one.

The morning sun shone into the small house through the open door. Little Dragon Girl walked in, her delicate steps moving lightly. She gently touched the clean table and chairs, and a simple wooden bed. A smile finally appeared on her lips, like the melting of ice in early spring, and the blooming of flowers.

Suddenly, she felt a strange fragrance in the room. She wanted to leave but found her body weakening, and she fell onto the bed.

On the mountain path outside the small house, a young Taoist ran with some panic, it was Yin Zhiping. He was extremely conflicted, one voice saying, "They are a couple, what does it matter to you if they are intimate?" and another voice saying, "Since Luo Fan asked me to come, why should I care so much?"

The two voices seemed to be fighting in his mind, but in the end, the latter prevailed.

He quickly arrived at the small house, the wooden door slightly ajar, confirming that someone was inside. He took a step and walked in, about to speak, but saw Little Dragon Girl lying on the bed, her face flushed, which, combined with her snow-white skin, added a touch of color. Yin Zhiping was momentarily entranced.

"Miss Long." Seeing that Luo Fan was not in the room and seeing Little Dragon Girl in this state, a flame of desire rose in his heart.

Little Dragon Girl felt a warm, weak sensation all over her body. She tried to suppress it with her inner strength but found it impossible. A burning desire rose in her heart, spreading like a wildfire throughout her body.

"Hot... so hot..." Little Dragon Girl felt that taking off her clothes might make her feel cooler, but her rational mind told her not to do it.

A faint fragrance entered Yin Zhiping's nose, and he suddenly felt a burning desire rise from his lower abdomen, spreading throughout his body. Little Dragon Girl's soft murmurs were like a spark that ignited his desire.

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