Chapter 110

At this moment, Uesugi Emiko was barely clothed, her hands covering only her vital parts, her graceful figure fully exposed before Cang Luo.

Her shoulder-length brownish hair added a touch of exotic charm.

Her eyes darted away shyly, cheeks flushed, lips glistening—utterly intoxicating.

“Huh! Huh......”

Cang Luo stared at Uesugi Emiko with burning eyes, breathing heavily—he could barely hold back. This Japanese woman was seducing him!

What did she want?

Could it be because he’d saved her from the Shadow Tiger’s jaws, then outwitted Feng Qingyun to eliminate her threat, and now she was offering herself in gratitude?

Cang Luo found it highly plausible, and his mind immediately wandered.

Should he accept her offer of gratitude?

Cang Luo swallowed hard...

Just as Cang Luo’s heart stirred violently, he suddenly noticed Uesugi Emiko’s gaze flickering toward his phone.

In that instant, he understood—recalling how she’d silently hidden behind him earlier, stealing glances at his phone, and just now fiddling with it furtively, afraid he’d notice...

Cang Luo now knew for certain: her seduction was about the phone.

Was it mere curiosity—or was she planning to kill him and steal it?

In that moment, Cang Luo’s eyes hardened as he looked at Uesugi Emiko—but the intensity vanished instantly, replaced by a cold sneer inside.

Hmph! Don’t do anything stupid, or I won’t hesitate to crush you.

Cang Luo’s thoughts churned; he lifted his gaze to the sky, no longer looking at Uesugi Emiko, and his body quickly cooled.

Uesugi Emiko was startled, thinking she lacked the allure to attract him. After a moment’s thought, she simply removed her hands from her body’s vital areas.

Though Cang Luo’s eyes were fixed on the sky, his satellite had seen everything—even the most private parts.

In that instant, Cang Luo nearly exploded.

But just then, he noticed the flames in the pit had finally died out—and the joy of gathering loot instantly drowned out his lustful thoughts.

Then he panicked—his lust vanished completely—because he’d forgotten one thing.

“Damn! Was it burned to ashes?”

Cang Luo shouted, ignoring the stunning beauty before him, and leapt into the pit, groping through the stench.

Uesugi Emiko was utterly astonished; she looked down at her own body, stunned that Cang Luo had resisted.

Aren’t all men beasts driven by their lower halves?

Minutes later, Cang Luo pulled only a charred longsword and several metal lumps from Feng Qingyun’s corpse—the lumps were likely gold, melted into blocks by the fire’s heat.

Nothing else—no yuan stones, no elixirs. Whether they’d been destroyed or never existed, Cang Luo was deeply disappointed.

He leapt from the pit, tossed the items on the ground, and cursed: “What kind of Elder’s grandson? What kind of Wu Wang’s grandson? Just a broken sword and a few lumps of gold—not even a storage ring! Damn it!”

What Cang Luo wanted most was a storage ring. He’d assumed Feng Qingyun’s grandfather, a Wu Wang, might have one—that was his real reason for killing Feng Qingyun. But there was none.

“Pathetic miser!”

Cang Luo cursed again, stomped hard on the sword, then kicked the metal lumps—but instantly reined in his foot. The lumps could still be cleaned and used; he quickly gathered them.

At that moment, Uesugi Emiko walked over, picked up the sword, and said: “Lord Cang, Feng Qingyun’s weapon is a Grade Three Rune Longsword—it still holds value, though the engraved array on the blade seems melted away.”

Cang Luo’s eyes lit up. He took the sword and examined it closely—the array patterns were indeed gone.

He felt a pang of disappointment, then compared it to his own ordinary iron longsword. Feng Qingyun’s blade was not only sharper but heavier.

“Is the metal denser? In other words, stronger?”

Cang Luo muttered, then swung Feng Qingyun’s Grade Three sword hard against his own iron blade.

CLANG! His iron sword snapped cleanly in two—Feng Qingyun’s blade showed not a scratch.

Cang Luo rejoiced—finally, a real gain! He quickly wiped the sword clean.

Beside him, Uesugi Emiko looked crestfallen. Was I less valuable to Lord Cang than a Grade Three sword?

Soon, Cang Luo polished the Grade Three sword until it gleamed. He nodded in satisfaction, sheathed it, and found it fitted perfectly—as if Feng Qingyun had prepared it for him.

“Heh. Not bad. You’re a stepping stone on my cultivation path.”

Cang Luo chuckled, then spent more time carefully stripping the Shadow Tiger’s hide. With his new weapon, it was effortless—like peeling an orange.

After securing the hide, Cang Luo glanced at Uesugi Emiko and said calmly: “Let’s go. I’ll escort you out of the Beast Forest.”

Saying that, he turned to leave—but suddenly stopped, pulled out his spare clothes from his pack, and tossed them to her. “Wear these.”

Uesugi Emiko froze, took the clothes, and quietly dressed herself, then followed silently behind Cang Luo.

No words passed between them...

Two hours later, they finally exited the Beast Forest. Ahead, not far off, lay a camp—the Five Elements Sect’s outpost beyond the forest, where several disciples were moving about.

Cang Luo had no intention of approaching—he feared misunderstandings—and smiled at Uesugi Emiko: “Let’s part here. But meeting was fate.”

As he spoke, he pulled out his phone, opened the camera, switched to front-facing mode, then wrapped his arm around Uesugi Emiko’s shoulder for a photo—just to post on Weibo.

Uesugi Emiko didn’t resist his closeness; instead, she felt excited and curious, pressing herself against him. She hadn’t imagined the communication artifact could capture images like this—so miraculous.

Cang Luo didn’t hold back. Since they’d soon part, he hugged her tightly and grinned: “Smile at the lens.”

Though Uesugi Emiko didn’t understand what “lens” meant, she was clever—she quickly realized that staring at the “eye” at the top of the communication artifact changed the angle of her image.

Cang Luo took many photos: group shots, solo shots of her, and even taught her poses...

Afterward, Uesugi Emiko stared at her photos in awe, overjoyed.

It was the first time she’d seen a full-body image of herself, the first time she’d seen her face so clearly, her brownish hair, every part of her body.

She tugged at her hair and murmured: “Am I considered beautiful among the Huaxia people? Then why is Lord Cang unmoved? Is it because of my hair?”

Cang Luo, busy posting on Weibo, didn’t catch her whisper. “What did you say?”

“Nothing...” Uesugi Emiko shook her head lightly, offering no explanation. She’d realized now—Cang Luo was wary of her, constantly on guard.

Uesugi Emiko knew she couldn’t rush. Doing so would backfire. First, she must build trust with Lord Cang. After all, he was a disciple of the Profound Heaven Sect—monks might run, but the temple stays...

Cang Luo finished posting, tucked away his phone, and said calmly: “Miss Uesugi, farewell!”

He handed her a horn from a Lei Bao Sheep—he’d promised her one after their joint kill, though she’d contributed little. He didn’t need it, so he gave it to her as payment for the entertainment.

Uesugi Emiko hesitated before taking the horn, then bowed deeply, sincerely: “Thank you, Lord Cang, for saving my life. I shall surely visit the Profound Heaven Sect to repay you!”

Cang Luo smiled casually: “Alright. We’ll talk about it later.”

He emphasized the words “later” with particular weight.

Unfortunately, Uesugi Emiko didn’t understand. She thanked him again, insisting she’d definitely visit the Profound Heaven Sect and begged him not to forget her.

Cang Luo promised readily: “Go back quickly. Your senior brother must be frantic by now.”

Uesugi Emiko nodded, then turned and walked toward the Five Elements Sect camp.

Cang Luo watched her back for a moment, then mounted Erha and re-entered the Beast Forest. He needed a safe place to consume the Shadow Tiger’s core and see if he could break through to Wu Jiang cultivation.

If he succeeded, he’d immediately seek a second-rank beast to subdue.

If not, he’d just cultivate until Wu Jiang.

Cang Luo rode Erha, using his satellite to scout for a safe spot.

Minutes later, Erha suddenly transmitted: “Boss, that woman’s coming back.”

Cang Luo froze, activated his satellite—and sure enough, Uesugi Emiko was sprinting toward him.

What did she want? Did she forget something?

Confused, Cang Luo turned and waited.

Soon, Uesugi Emiko arrived, breathless and delighted: “Lord Cang, my senior brother isn’t at the camp!”

Cang Luo was baffled. So what? Why was she so happy? And why come all the way to tell him?

Cang Luo stared blankly: “And?”

Uesugi Emiko tilted her head: “He’s probably still inside the Beast Forest, searching for me...”

Cang Luo nodded, waiting for her to continue.

Uesugi Emiko said earnestly: “Lord Cang, I’ve decided to find my senior brother. Also, I haven’t yet subdued a beast companion...”

As she spoke, she stroked Erha’s two heads. Erha shook his heads. She continued: “Before I find my senior brother, I’d like to travel with you.”

“Also, I very much wish to have a mutated beast as my companion. Could you help me find one?”

Cang Luo frowned. He’d forgotten—Uesugi Emiko had entered the Beast Forest to subdue beasts. Meeting him was pure accident.

Should he let her follow? This Japanese woman didn’t seem simple—she’d resort to seduction to achieve her goals.

He wanted to refuse—but then he remembered how lonely and bored he’d been alone. A companion, even a skilled one, was useful—and she was a stunning beauty.

Fine. Let her follow. Her cultivation was low—if she plotted treachery, he could crush her easily, especially with Erha beside him.

After a moment’s thought, Cang Luo nodded: “Alright. But mutated beasts aren’t easy to find.”

Seeing his agreement, Uesugi Emiko bowed deeply again, delighted: “Thank you, Lord Cang! Finding a mutated beast would be wonderful—but if none exist, I won’t press for it.”

Cang Luo nodded, gestured with his chin toward Erha’s back. Uesugi Emiko immediately leapt up, hesitated briefly—unsure where to hold on—then clung tightly to Cang Luo.

Cang Luo’s body stiffened instantly—then melted into softness...