Chapter 112: Battle of Wits in the Tent

Facing Facing Cang Luo's tent was designed for a single person, yet now two were living inside; if they lay flat to sleep, it would be somewhat cramped.

However, it was fine for now; both he and Shangyi Huimeizi were sitting, cultivating the mental technique to refine the demon core, so it was not that crowded.

It was just that Facing Facing Cang Luo currently had no heart to cultivate, for Shangyi Huimeizi sat right beside him, within arm's reach, constantly emitting a faint scent of osmanthus from her body, stirring his youthful desires.

Facing Facing Cang Luo could hardly bear it; his breath became chaotic, his mind could not settle, and he even began to indulge in fantasies, unconsciously recalling Shangyi Huimeizi's graceful figure...

"Calm down! Calm down!"

"Do not be impulsive; impulse is the devil!"

"A beauty is a disaster!"

"This woman from the Eastern Sea is no good!"

"Cultivation is the priority!"

"......"

Facing Facing Cang Luo frantically warned himself in his heart, reminding himself not to be seduced by Shangyi Huimeizi, and that all matters must prioritize cultivation.

The self-warning was somewhat effective; Facing Facing Cang Luo slowly calmed his mind, and his breath gradually stabilized.

Not long after, the Second-Rank demon core he had just swallowed began to dissolve within his body; the instant it dissolved, the primal force contained within the core immediately scattered and fled, so Facing Facing Cang Luo quickly circulated the mental technique to refine and absorb it.

During the absorption process, Facing Facing Cang Luo discovered that the difference between the Second-Rank demon core and the First-Rank demon cores he had eaten before was not great; the quality of the primal force contained in both was no different, and while the Second-Rank core should be slightly higher, it was not obvious.

The only difference was the content of primal force; the primal force content of a Second-Rank demon core was at least five times that of a First-Rank demon core.

That is to say, one Second-Rank demon core was worth five First-Rank demon cores; no wonder the price of a Second-Rank demon core was five times that of a First-Rank one; it turned out the pricing was based on the contained primal force content.

Then, calculating by the pricing, the primal force content of a Third-Rank demon core would be twenty-five times that of a First-Rank demon core.

As for the Fourth-Rank demon core, Fourth-Rank demon beasts belonged to mid-tier demon beasts; their strength had a qualitative improvement, and the quality of their demon cores also underwent a qualitative change, making them more effective.

Their price was not simply calculated as five times that of a Third-Rank demon core; depending on the attribute, the price ranged between three hundred and five hundred low-grade primal stones.

While refining the demon core, Facing Facing Cang Luo thought about the prices of demon cores of different ranks, and also thought of the Fifth-Rank demon core of the Shadow Tiger.

A Fifth-Rank demon core; even if the Shadow Tiger was not yet fully grown, it must be worth a lot of money, right? At least the price of a Third-Rank demon core?

Thinking thus, Facing Facing Cang Luo was in high spirits, planning to sell the Shadow Tiger's demon core upon returning, then buy primal stones to cultivate and buy pills to cultivate.

Unknowingly, Facing Facing Cang Luo successfully finished refining and absorbing the primal force of the Second-Rank demon core; his internal primal force increased by a fraction, and his Primal Wheel also solidified by a fraction.

However, the Primal Wheel was still nine Primal Wheels, with no sign of merging into one, which meant Facing Facing Cang Luo had not broken through to the Martial General realm.

Facing Facing Cang Luo frowned, feeling somewhat disappointed; had he not yet reached his limit?

He glanced at his phone; it was 8:30. He had started refining at 6:30. Facing Facing Cang Luo understood that it took him two hours to refine one Second-Rank demon core.

Was this speed considered fast?

Facing Facing Cang Luo thought for a moment; the primal force of a Second-Rank demon core was five times that of a First-Rank one. When he first refined a First-Rank demon core, it took an hour and a half. If he refined five of them, and not counting drug resistance, it would take at least seven and a half hours.

And now it only took two hours; that should be considered fast, right?

Facing Facing Cang Luo did not think too much; using the light from his phone, he glanced at Shangyi Huimeizi, saw she was still cultivating, thought the time was still early, and thus swallowed another Second-Rank demon core to continue refining and absorbing.

This time, Facing Facing Cang Luo took three hours to finish refining the demon core, yet he still did not break through to the Martial General realm.

Facing Facing Cang Luo was disappointed again; he continued to eat and continued to refine.

More than four hours later, around 4:00 the next morning, Facing Facing Cang Luo finished refining the third Second-Rank demon core, but still did not break through to the Martial General realm.

Facing Facing Cang Luo was furious; three demon cores, a full three Second-Rank demon cores, equivalent to fifteen First-Rank demon cores, yet they could not make him break through to the Martial General realm?

When he previously rose from Warrior Stage 8 to Warrior Stage 9, he had only used six First-Rank demon cores.

This was abnormal; absolutely abnormal!

Could his upper limit be Warrior Stage 9?

Facing Facing Cang Luo was unwilling; after thinking for a moment, he could not help but take out the Shadow Tiger's demon core, stared at the demon core, opened his mouth wanting to swallow and refine it, but feared exploding from the body.

After a moment of hesitation, Facing Facing Cang Luo did not dare to eat it and could only put the demon core away safely.

"Damn it!"

Facing Facing Cang Luo cursed silently, extremely disappointed.

Beside him, Shangyi Huimeizi did not know when she had fallen asleep; her sleeping posture was very poor, her clothes were disheveled, a spring-like scene emerged, and one foot was even resting on Facing Facing Cang Luo's leg.

Facing Facing Cang Luo stared at Shangyi Huimeizi for quite a while, took a deep breath, restrained the thought of taking her right there and then, gently moved her foot away, and even helped her pull up her clothes.

At this moment, Facing Facing Cang Luo suddenly felt a wave of drowsiness; coupled with his inability to break through his cultivation for so long and his depressed mood, he finally completely lost the will to cultivate, so he lay down to sleep, and within a few minutes, the sound of deep snoring came out.

Half an hour later, Shangyi Huimeizi, who had already been fast asleep, suddenly opened her eyes, glanced at Facing Facing Cang Luo sleeping with his back to her, and called softly: "Cang Jun, are you asleep?"

Facing Facing Cang Luo did not respond; Shangyi Huimeizi called a few more times, but Facing Facing Cang Luo still did not respond.

Shangyi Huimeizi judged that Facing Facing Cang Luo was already fast asleep, but she was not at ease, so she moved closer to Facing Facing Cang Luo, then carefully lifted a pale, tender thigh and placed it on Facing Facing Cang Luo.

However, Facing Facing Cang Luo showed no reaction at all, sleeping like a pig.

Now, Shangyi Huimeizi could be certain that Facing Facing Cang Luo was fast asleep; no, he was in a coma, and would not wake up for at least three double-hours.

After confirming Facing Facing Cang Luo was in a coma, Shangyi Huimeizi's eyes suddenly became sharp; she gently rose, took a small, unsealed jar from her bosom, poured some powder from it into the air, which would deepen Facing Facing Cang Luo's coma.

The powder emitted a strong scent of osmanthus, exactly the kind of osmanthus scent Facing Facing Cang Luo had smelled from Shangyi Huimeizi; at that time, he had thought it was Shangyi Huimeizi's body scent.

Actually, calling it body scent was not wrong, because Shangyi Huimeizi applied this powder to her body every day, and her body had long been stained with this osmanthus scent.

This powder was a soul-confusing drug, a soul-confusing drug specifically for women, called Dream-Confusing Fragrance; it was a specialty of the Eastern Sea, and every Eastern Sea woman coming to the Seven Kingdoms of Xia to cultivate would carry and make Dream-Confusing Fragrance.

The reason Dream-Confusing Fragrance was said to be for women only was because its medicinal power was very low; low-tier cultivators needed to smell it for several double-hours before being poisoned into a coma.

So, under what circumstances would a low-tier cultivator continuously smell it for several double-hours?

There was only one situation: when in bed, sleeping in bed... or doing loving things; that is why Dream-Confusing Fragrance was called a soul-confusing drug specifically for women.

Shangyi Huimeizi herself did not get poisoned because she had taken the antidote since childhood and undergone various trainings, so she was now completely immune.

Although the medicinal power of Dream-Confusing Fragrance was very low, it was precisely because of this that it would not be detected.

However, Facing Facing Cang Luo still detected it.

Just now, when Facing Facing Cang Luo felt drowsy and was about to fall asleep, Er Ha suddenly transmitted a sound to him, saying that their connection with Facing Facing Cang Luo had weakened, and they could almost not perceive Facing Facing Cang Luo's primal consciousness.

Facing Facing Cang Luo was startled, sensing something was off—he had never felt this sleepy since becoming a Martial Artist, not even while sleeping, when he always remained seven parts asleep and three parts alert.

If one were cultivating a heart method, the drowsiness would be only five parts.

Thinking of this, Facing Facing Cang Luo decisively bit down hard on his tongue, drawing blood—and instantly, the sleepiness vanished.

After waking up, Facing Facing Cang Luo told Erha he was fine and ordered them to stay silent, then he lay back down and pretended to sleep.

Facing Facing Cang Luo suspected Shangyi Huimeizi was behind this, sneering inwardly, eager to see what she intended to do.

Catch a thief red-handed, leaving her speechless.

Facing Facing Cang Luo was pretending to sleep, while Shangyi Huimeizi genuinely believed he had succumbed to Dream-Sleep Incense and passed out; moreover, she had just scattered more Dream-Sleep Incense into the air—there was no way he should wake up.

At this moment, her heart surged with excitement—she could finally obtain the Message Treasure.

With a few deep, trembling breaths, Shangyi Huimeizi slowly extended her right hand into Facing Facing Cang Luo's chest, searching for the Message Treasure...

Soon, she found it!

Overwhelmed with excitement, Shangyi Huimeizi pinched the Message Treasure between two fingers and slowly withdrew her hand...

But just then, the "unconscious" Facing Facing Cang Luo suddenly shifted, scratching his face—as if a mosquito had bitten him—then scratched his chest, accidentally pressing down on Shangyi Huimeizi's right hand.

Shangyi Huimeizi nearly died of fright—her hand, still clutching the Message Treasure, was pinned beneath Facing Facing Cang Luo; she couldn't move, dared not move, afraid of waking him.

Not long after, her arm began to go numb—Facing Facing Cang Luo pressed down hard, and her gentle attempts to pull free failed.

A while later, her arm grew even more numb, so to ease the numbness, she shifted her body, pressing tightly against Facing Facing Cang Luo's back, letting her arm hang naturally—only then did she feel slightly better.

Then, she tried again to withdraw her arm—this time, it went smoothly; she gripped the Message Treasure tightly and pulled her arm out inch by inch...

Facing Facing Cang Luo, still pretending to sleep, sneered inwardly—this Japanese woman truly wanted to steal his phone.

Hah! Whether she was curious or malicious, either way... she'd better be properly punished—it would perfectly soothe the wound in his heart from his inability to break through his cultivation.

Facing Facing Cang Luo thought for a moment, and just as the phone was about to be stolen by Shangyi Huimeizi, he deliberately rolled over.

He rolled over fully, pinning Shangyi Huimeizi completely beneath him.

In that instant, Facing Facing Cang Luo couldn't help but shiver.

"..."

"..."

Facing Facing Cang Luo felt as if he were in paradise—he hadn't felt this way in so long, not since his university ex broke up with him.

Right now, Facing Facing Cang Luo longed to mount up and ride—but he held back; he intended to toy with Shangyi Huimeizi thoroughly.

Thinking of this, he wriggled his body, savoring the pleasure until he nearly drowned in it.

Beneath him, Shangyi Huimeizi trembled, her face flushed with shame, yet she dared not move—she feared waking Facing Facing Cang Luo.

The Message Treasure had already been taken—the moment Facing Facing Cang Luo rolled over.

But now what? She couldn't escape!

Kill Cang Jun?

No—Cang Jun's beast companion, Erha, was guarding outside the tent; if Cang Jun died, his beast would sense it immediately, and she was no match for Erha...

Shangyi Huimeizi hesitated, searching for a way out, while Facing Facing Cang Luo occasionally wriggled his body...

Facing Facing Cang Luo was nearly ascending to heaven.

Of course, he had deliberately let her take the phone—let her play, since he'd set a screen lock; as long as she couldn't run away, it was fine.