Chapter 214: Bao'er Battles Zhang Yutian

The members of the Chat Group watched Feng Baobao's Live Broadcast Room and fell into silence one after another.

Just how good must this girl's mental state be to be digging up someone's ancestral grave in the middle of the night, while humming a tune, as if afraid others wouldn't know.

Among those grave mounds, Feng Baobao pried open coffin after coffin, carefully comparing the skeletons within, her expression very calm, without a shred of fear.

Or perhaps, she simply didn't know what fear was.

Chat Group.

Demon Queen: "Unconventional. This newcomer, I, the Queen, think she's alright—digging up graves in the middle of the night."

Number One Golden Core of the Nine Provinces: "With this kind of nerve, she'd at least be a big shot in a demonic sect in the world of Immortal Cultivation."

Ye Fan Zhen Bu Hei: "She's on par with that unscrupulous Taoist and the black dog; they specialize in digging up people's graves."

Foshan Ye Wen: "Bitter smile~"

Spring and Autumn Sword Deity: "I hope that after I die, this girl won't dig up my grave."

Han Paopao of the Seven Profound Sect: "Admirable, truly admirable!"

Super God Ming Wang: "The Great Thousand World has everything."

Number One Golden Core of the Nine Provinces: "However, why does she look so practiced? This is definitely not the first time she's done something like this."

Axe Gang Leader: "Hahaha, this girl is clearly someone with a limitless future."

Na Dou Tong Gugan Feng Baobao: "Digging graves is actually not a skill; it's just about being practiced. Do you all think I look very witty?"

Diviner: "...... Witty."

Demon Queen: "Truly so witty, the whole person radiates an aura of wisdom."

Number One Golden Core of the Nine Provinces: "Like!"

As the broadcast continued, following the extension of the path, a young man appeared not far behind Feng Baobao.

This young man had an ordinary appearance, wore a T-shirt and slippers, kept his hair long, and revealed a look of horror on his face.

"Damn it! A female ghost!"

The young man muttered; it was none other than Zhang Chulan, who had returned to the countryside from the city to pay respects to his ancestors during the holiday.

Zhang Chulan's flashlight shone directly onto Feng Baobao's pale face.

Of course, this paleness was mostly caused by the freezing cold of the night.

After saying this, Zhang Chulan, not wanting to stir up trouble, turned to run immediately.

But how could Feng Baobao let a living person slip away from before her eyes, especially since the other party was a key person of interest.

And since he had seen her doing such things, naturally, he had to be buried together with them; she couldn't leave any "living witnesses."

Whoosh!

With a Teleportation, Feng Baobao appeared before Zhang Chulan like a ghost, holding a shovel.

And the drama-queen Zhang Chulan stumbled and fell to the ground, perfectly timed.

"Are you human or a ghost?" Zhang Chulan asked in a panic.

"Ding, Private Task triggered: Subdue the Child of the Plane, Zhang Chulan. Task points: 3,000."

The notification sound of the Chat Group rang in Feng Baobao's ears.

Her expressionless face froze for half a second, then returned to normal.

"Subdue... I originally wanted to bury him alive, what a pity," Feng Baobao thought to herself.

"I'll give you a chance: be my slave, or I'll bury you."

Feng Baobao stared at Zhang Chulan and said this, looking very serious.

"......" Zhang Chulan.

Is this girl who looks like she has a serious illness actually crazy? She starts off by wanting to bury people and making him a slave?

Isn't that ridiculous?

He is Zhang Chulan, the 210th direct descendant of the Zhang Jiatia.

"Let me tell you, this is a society ruled by law. Don't mess around; if you keep messing around, I'm calling the police," Zhang Chulan warned.

"Hehe, once I bury you, how will you call the police?"

Feng Baobao said calmly, and a short dagger slowly slid out from her sleeve.

"Damn, she even has a controlled weapon!"

Seeing this, Zhang Chulan felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his psychological shadow area expanding several times over.

"Crazy woman, are you sick? I don't even know you, why are you grabbing onto me and not letting go?" Zhang Chulan couldn't help but complain.

"Are you teaching me how to do things? Just obediently be my slave."

After saying this, Feng Baobao put away the dagger, but raised the shovel and brought it down toward Zhang Chulan's head.

The speed was fast, the precision was accurate, and the force was ruthless!

"Oh no, it's too fast, I can't dodge it at all."

At that critical moment, Zhang Chulan's pupils constricted; if this shovel hit his head, he would either die or become an idiot.

"Crazy woman!"

"I originally wanted to get along with you as an ordinary person, but since you don't play by the rules, don't blame me."

"Grandpa, I'm sorry. Today, to save my life, your grandson has to use the family's secret technique!"

"Heaven and Earth Profound Sect, the root of ten thousand Qi, cultivating through vast calamities, proving my divine power!"

In an instant, a blinding golden light was released from Zhang Chulan's body, making him as eye-catching as a lightbulb in the darkness.

Clang!

Feng Baobao's shovel landed, hitting Zhang Chulan's head directly, but because the protective golden light appeared, this level of physical attack was completely useless.

Of course, this was also because Feng Baobao hadn't used her true strength.

Otherwise, one shovel down, and even if Zhang Chulan activated the Golden Light Spell, he would be beaten half to death.

"A Postnatal superhuman, so you actually have this Absorption ability." Feng Baobao feigned surprise, but her expression remained calm.

"Crazy woman, scared now, aren't you! This is our family's Absolute technique, specifically designed to cure all defiance. Now, as long as you obediently admit your mistake and call me Brother Lan, I can spare you a beating," Zhang Chulan said.

Perhaps because it was the first time using his Postnatal superhuman ability in many years, Zhang Chulan looked somewhat excited at this moment.

After listening, Feng Baobao said:

"So, you're very brave, then?"

"Nonsense, I, Zhang Yuetian, am super brave, okay?" Zhang Chulan said proudly.

"Crazy woman, I admit you've got something, but not much!"

"Compared to me, you're still a bit..."

"Ouch... damn it!"

The next second, Zhang Chulan was punched by Feng Baobao, giving him a black eye.

You have to know, this punch went right through his Golden Light outer garment.

In that instant, Zhang Chulan was terrified; this was his trump card for saving his life.

Even being shot with bullets wouldn't hurt him, but now it had been punched through.

What on earth is this crazy girl's background!

But Feng Baobao did not answer, just throwing another punch; with every punch that landed, Zhang Chulan's golden light dimmed a fraction, and after seven or eight punches, it was completely extinguished.

Zhang Chulan, bruised and swollen, cried and said:

"Sister, I was wrong! Stop hitting me, if you keep hitting me I really can't take it anymore!"

Feng Baobao withdrew her hand and said: "Don't act tough in front of Sister in the future, got it!"

"Understood, understood, Sister."

Zhang Chulan said hurriedly; as for his integrity or whatever, he had long since thrown it away—that stuff wasn't important anyway, what was the point of keeping it?

Slap!

A palm fell, Zhang Chulan was stunned by the strike, and he said with a mournful face: "Why did you hit me?"

"Sister is not what you call me; call me Master," Feng Baobao said.

"Okay, my dear Master." Zhang Chulan changed his tune from the heart.

He wanted to resist, but he simply couldn't beat her, and the result would likely be an even more severe, inhuman beating.

"Ding, Chat Group member Feng Baobao has successfully subdued the Child of the Plane, Zhang Chulan, and gained 3,000 points."

The voice of the Chat Group rang out.

Looking at the bruised and swollen Zhang Chulan, Feng Baobao offered a rare word of comfort:

"Sister is doing this for your own good, that's why I gave you a beating."

"..." Zhang Chulan felt as if he had been shot in the heart, feeling incomparable pain.

"You have been secretly practicing that glowing supernatural art, but you have actually been practicing it wrong; have you felt a bottleneck recently, finding it hard to break through?"

"This beating helped you circulate your blood and remove stasis, clearing your meridians, allowing your Qi to flow more smoothly through the major and minor heavenly cycles, restoring your vitality."

It would have been fine if she hadn't said anything, but after she finished, Zhang Chulan felt that apart from the pain, the internal flow of his Qi was indeed much smoother, and some important Tendons and vessels were also aching.

He seemed to have become a little stronger without realizing it.

This beating was worth about three months of hard cultivation.

PS: Fellow readers, there is too much going on for National Day, I'm on a business trip. These two chapters were typed on the train.

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