Chapter 535

“Law?”

Hearing Zhang Chulan invoke the law, the pink-haired beauty Xia He let out a chuckle, as if hearing something absurd.

She lazily waved her jade hand: “Lu Liang, tell this kid who we are.”

The boy with a pot-hat pushed up his thick black-rimmed glasses, which nearly covered half his face:

“Zhang Chulan, we are Quanxing. National laws don’t extend to us.”

“Quanxing?”

Upon hearing that name, Zhang Chulan’s heart sank sharply.

Thanks to explanations from Zhang Jie, Xu San, and others, though he hadn’t officially entered the Yiren world,

he was no longer the ignorant fool he once was.

If Niudatong Company was the official body of the Yiren world,

and ordinary Yiren were like common citizens, while powerful groups like Longhu Mountain’s Tian Shi Fu, the Four Great Families,

and Huoshen Sect were corporations or clans,

then Quanxing were criminals—the gathering place of all Yiren thugs!

These thugs, armed with bizarre abilities, were lawless and extremely dangerous!

How dangerous were these thugs?

In the Yiren world, there was an unwritten rule: if you encounter someone from Quanxing, kill them without guilt!

Even state-backed organizations tacitly accepted this rule!

‘Why the hell did such a dangerous faction target me?’

Zhang Chulan’s face turned as black as a soot-covered pot.

“Looks like Young Master Zhang has heard of our Quanxing reputation.”

Xia He’s fiery red lips parted: “Then our conversation will be much simpler.”

“Both of you, I’m just an ordinary Yiren,

I pose no threat to you Quanxing folks, and I’ve gained nothing from you.

If you let me go, I swear I won’t reveal your whereabouts to anyone!”

Though he knew it was unlikely to end peacefully, Zhang Chulan still struggled desperately.

“Ordinary? Zhang Huaiyi’s grandson isn’t ordinary.

Many of our Quanxing members and elders died at your grandfather’s hands—not just one or two.”

Xia He shook her head slightly, dismissing Zhang Chulan’s plea for mercy.

‘Damn, are these people relatives or friends of those who died at Grandpa’s hands, come for revenge?’

‘Grandpa, you went off to the Great Luo Heaven and enjoyed your peace, but you’ve doomed your grandson!’

Zhang Chulan felt as if he’d lost his closest kin, his heart churning violently,

convinced his death star wasn’t just flickering anymore—

it had become another sun, rivaling the heavens’ great fiery orb.

Xia He seemed to sense his thoughts and gently waved her jade finger:

“Don’t worry—we’re not here for revenge. Hatred? Hah, it’s the cheapest thing in Quanxing.”

‘Not revenge? Then it’s for profit?

These Quanxing bastards must be after my family’s… or rather, Grandpa’s Qi Ti Yuan Liu?’

Zhang Chulan’s mind raced, instantly recalling what Zhang Jie had told him:

that his grandfather Zhang Xilin possessed the Qi Ti Yuan Liu, hailed as ‘the ultimate end of techniques.’

‘Tom, am I now a delicacy everyone wants to bite into?’

Zhang Chulan cursed inwardly.

And these Quanxing devils before him had none of Xu San’s or Jie Ge’s tolerance—

they wouldn’t be swayed by his denials. This was bad…

“Big brother, big sister, since you’re not here for revenge, just let me go.

I’ve got nothing worth stealing!”

Though his mind screamed curses, Zhang Chulan’s face remained humble and respectful.

When you’re under someone else’s roof, you must bow your head!

“Whether you have anything or not isn’t up to you.”

Xia He smiled seductively, offering no reply, then turned to Lu Liang:

“Xiao Liang, it’s your turn now.”

“Don’t worry, Sister Xia He.”

Lu Liang gave her a reassuring glance and stepped toward Zhang Chulan.

As he advanced step by step, faint blue glows gathered on his hands,

glowing eerily against the night like floating ghost flames.

“W-what are you going to do?”

Zhang Chulan’s face twisted in panic.

Anyone could see now that this boy meant no good.

“Nothing. I just want to look through your memories.”

Lu Liang’s lips curled slightly, his boyish face and pot-hat making him appear utterly harmless—like a gentle herbivore.

Xia He covered her mouth and laughed softly, explaining to Zhang Chulan:

“Don’t be fooled by Lu Liang’s young age—his innate Ming Hun Shu is terrifyingly potent.

Once his Ming Hun Shu shines on you, you’ll remember even when you wet the bed as a child.

Of course, there’s a cost:

the previous few victims of Lu Liang’s Ming Hun Shu

either lost their memories, forgot who they were, or became mindless fools who only babble ‘Aba Aba.’”

It’s not that you’ve lost your memory and don’t even know who you are, but that you’ve become a fool who can only say ‘aba aba.’

Zhang Chulan screamed silently inside, like a trapped groundhog.

The thought of becoming a drooling, ‘Aba Aba’-muttering idiot made his legs tremble.

This fate was worse than death!

“Sister Xia He, you just spilled all my secrets.”

Lu Liang was displeased by her revelation.

For Yiren, cultivation mattered—but so did intelligence;

over the years, many strange-ability Yiren had used first-encounter kills to take down elders.

Besides, if Zhang Chulan now prepared mentally and resisted fiercely,

even if Lu Liang could still extract the needed memories with his family’s Ming Hun Shu,

it would require far more effort.

“I’m just pressuring Young Master Zhang so you can perform better.”

Xia He dismissed Lu Liang’s annoyance with indifference.

“I’m just pressuring Young Master Zhang so that Lu Liang can better demonstrate his abilities.”

Lu Liang sighed.

Among Yiren, many had eccentric personalities—but Quanxing was the gathering place of the weirdest.

Even so, the witch before him was notorious even among them for her eccentricity.

Working with such a devil was exhausting.

‘Forget it. Getting the information matters more.’

Lu Liang shook his head and focused entirely on Zhang Chulan before him.

After all, the target was already in hand.

‘Three Pure Ones, Buddha, Haotian Shangdi, protect me…’

Zhang Chulan prayed inwardly while wriggling on the ground,

trying desperately to put distance between himself and Lu Liang, the memory-reading demon.

But bound hands and feet, his true Qi sealed—he could barely move,

forced to watch helplessly as Lu Liang’s hands, glowing with ominous blue light, drew closer.

And judging by their direction, they aimed straight for his crown!

All he could do was watch helplessly as Lu Liang’s hands, glowing with ominous dark light, drew closer to him.

Even without Xia He’s warning, Zhang Chulan knew: if those hands seized his head,

his hundred-odd jin of flesh would be left here tonight.

Zhang Chulan didn’t need that witch to explain—he knew that if those hands seized his head,

he was likely to leave his hundred-odd pounds of flesh here today.