SCT-Novel Chapter 925: Ying Gou Who Lost an Eyeball, Stop Laughing and Help Me Find It, Where Did It Roll Off To!
Chapter 925: Ying Gou Who Lost an Eyeball, Stop Laughing and Help Me Find It, Where Did It Roll Off To!
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He had no taboo about restrictions: he cultivated demonic arts, using demon flesh and blood to advance his body.
Of course, this had been reported to the 749 Bureau.
And it had been approved.
The Great Han actually didn’t oppose demonic or forbidden techniques, as long as the cost could be controlled and the paperwork passed. Black cat, white cat—so long as it catches mice, it’s a good cat.
The premise was that it couldn’t shake the common people’s basic foundation.
Demons and monsters were fair game.
The Second Circle ecosystem favored many demons; without human intervention, they would eventually swarm and wreak havoc.
Demon flesh and blood strengthened his body, demon bones, after being offered at the Heaven-Offering Altar, boosted his cultivation.
Everything was moving along a fast track.His personal energy, meanwhile, was devoted to researching various secret techniques and spells.
So far, he knew not a thousand, but at least eight hundred.
Yet even with that, he still couldn’t land a single meaningful move on Lu Ding.
Ying Gou was a little stunned.
When he first heard Lu Ding had refreshed the Great Han records, he felt a mix of admiration and puzzlement. If he himself had known a few more complementary spells, maybe he could have refreshed them too.
The cultivation levels were there—Fifth Restriction, God Ascension, that whole set.
The difference lay in combat power.
Combat power was supported by a web of spells, secret techniques, fundamentals, cultivation methods, and so on.
Time is limited for any person.
He couldn’t figure out whether Lu Ding had more knowledge, or just better combinations.
After a single palm strike now, he was even more baffled.
Still, he accepted it calmly: “I lost.”
Lu Ding put on an innocuous little face: “Sorry, I only took half a move.”
Ying Gou laughed: “Alright, alright, you want to put on a face for me? Fine, just wait. When I breakthrough to Spirit Refinement, I’ll have to claim my honor back.”
That one sentence suddenly drew the two closer.
Ying Gou asked, “What realm are you at now?”
Lu Ding: “God Ascension, Fifth Layer.”
Ying Gou turned, smiling, then made a helpless face: “You’ve jumped levels on me. I usually jump past people, not have someone jump past me.”
He let out a big sigh: “A bet’s a bet, I’ll accept defeat. I’ll guard Mouth of the Evil Prison for you, but not too long. After all, I already came this far. If I can’t seize some territory, I’ll lose face.”
Lu Ding turned and sat back in his chair: “I really am sorry this time. Mainly, things happened all at once.”
“But I’ll put this out there: after I finish this busy period, you point to one of the southeast or north regions, and I’ll help you take it!”
Returning favors in kind was one of Lu Ding’s life principles.
Treat others how you want to be treated.
Ying Gou wasn’t a bad person; could Lu Ding really be worse?
After the western unification, he needed to develop, so he couldn’t launch heavy attacks on other regions for the moment.
He needed time to consolidate before starting.
First, he had to get the docks up and under his control, opening external trade with Great Jing.
Through An Wuyang’s connections, they could make it a win-win.
Once the port was established, it would feed back to the west, then support the 749 Bureau in the five districts; with stronger forces, they could steamroll New City.
Until then, Lu Ding didn’t care who grabbed territories in the southeast and north—the end result would be his anyway.
Ying Gou could read Lu Ding’s ambition to unify the west and his plans for afterward.
He said immediately, “You’re personally aiding an enemy—are you sure? Aren’t you afraid I’ll seize a region and then push back against the west?”
Lu Ding looked at him: “Isn’t that better than some stranger taking a region and later facing me in a peak duel?”
Ying Gou laughed heartily: “Hahahahaha, then I’ll wait for you to help me seize some land. When I take one region, we’ll meet at the peak and let skill decide.”
Lu Ding lifted his teacup in a toast, signaling.
Ying Gou clinked cups with him.
Only his cup didn’t hold tea, it held demon blood.
At this moment Ying Gou was thinking of teaming up with Lu Ding to take a region from someone he personally didn’t get along with. That person was a tough nut to crack alone, but with Lu Ding...
The two of them together could crush him.
Dressed in white and acting pretentious? They’d be chased back to their hometown with their tails between their legs.
Nearby, sharp-eyed Lu Ding noticed something different in Ying Gou’s cup.
Though it smelled of blood, to be honest, it smelled rather appetizing.
“Pour me some of that good stuff instead of tea? Don’t hog it.”
Lu Ding pushed his cup forward.
Ying Gou poured while saying, “You act like a bandit. There’s not much left, you know. It’s the blood of a God Ascension Ninth Restriction snake demon—hard to buy even with money.”
Lu Ding listened: ?????
“A God Ascension Ninth Restriction snake demon????”
He then glanced at Zhan Tingzhou.
Zhan Tingzhou asked from the side, “Special Envoy Ying, was this God Ascension Ninth Restriction snake demon captured locally in Mouth of the Evil Prison?”
Ying Gou looked puzzled: “How do you know?”
Zhan Tingzhou sighed and nodded helplessly at Lu Ding.
At that moment.
Lu Ding couldn’t drink it.
It hurt.
Someone beat him to it.
Looking at the snake blood now, it was unquestionably fine stuff, but at God Ascension Ninth Restriction it could surely take human form, and he felt queasy about anything of humanoid origin.
“You not drinking? Why stop?”
Lu Ding shook his head: “I don’t like consuming humanoid things.”
Ying Gou’s deputy, Zhuge Xing, instantly had stars in his eyes!
What a pity!!!
Why had he initially picked Ying Gou and not sought out Lu Ding!!!
They even shared the same habits.
They were practically a match made in heaven!!
Ying Gou considered: “Then next time I’ll beat them back into their original forms before treating you.”
He then looked at Zhan Tingzhou: “You should try some, then?”
Zhan Tingzhou froze.
This was the blood essence of a God Ascension Ninth Restriction snake demon.
One gulp could make his seven orifices gush blood—in other words, massive cultivation gain.
During the time Lu Ding left for a mission in Great Jing, Zhan Tingzhou had run himself ragged chasing opportunities.
In the end, Master Zhan discovered that just relying on Lu Ding’s influence alone kept him busy for ages.
But Zhan Tingzhou felt embarrassed; his identity, status, and strength were insufficient—what if Lu Ding was only being polite?
“No, Special Envoy Ying.”
“Don’t be so polite, drink up. It’ll do you good. Your strength is too low—only Fourth Restriction.”
Under the mask Zhan Tingzhou tilted his mouth, shocked: “You could tell my realm?”
Hadn’t I concealed myself with Four-Colored Divine Light?
Ying Gou’s eyes flashed gold: “Is that hard?”
Then he smiled at Lu Ding: “Hard for me?”
He’d made Lu Ding act the same way.
Lu Ding was speechless, but helpless—he had no such secret techniques.
However...
“Then how about looking at me?”
Ying Gou still had some decency. Although he could see through Zhan Tingzhou’s power-concealing Four-Colored Divine Light, he couldn’t see through Five Colors. But he hadn’t used that art to peer at Zhan Tingzhou’s face.
If someone had already concealed themselves, it was clearly because they didn’t want to be seen.
Ying Gou wouldn’t be uncouth toward his own people.
As for Lu Ding...
Not exerting himself left him as invisible as a dead pool.
But going all-out would be impolite.
Since Lu Ding had now invited it.
A golden brilliance surged in Ying Gou’s eyes.
Then came a sound: “Ahhhh.........”
Smack.
An eyeball fell out, like a golden orb, rolling wildly across the floor.
Lu Ding held his teacup: “Hehehehehe........”
Ying Gou clutched his now-bloodless, black hollow eye socket: “Stop laughing, quickly help me find it, where did it roll off to.”