Chapter 435: Comedy—I'm dying for you, and you still want me to plead for you?

"You damned dog, you were lucky enough to escape a disaster, but I never imagined you'd stop even being human and still dare to harbor ill intent; it seems you truly cannot be left alive!"

Wang Ping'an let out a cold hum to himself.

Not long ago.

Before Tang Anzhi harbored murderous intent toward him, his talent—Crisis Sense—had already warned him that someone bore ill will.

Because his Crisis Sense was so strong, he early on upgraded its proficiency to Cultivation, quickly detecting Tang Anzhi's ill intent.

Earlier.

He employed the Small Five Elements Sword Formation, using Tang Anzhi to test its strength, covering virtually every aspect.

Even though in the end, faced with the formation's ultimate technique, he escaped using a life‑saving treasure; he was a bit surprised but not disappointed.

When he saw Tang Anzhi again, his murderous intent had also subsided.

Anyway, that damned dog at least helped him test the Small Five Elements Sword Formation; no credit but some effort.

Yet…

The damned one cannot be forgiven!

Tang Anzhi's hair stood on end; the surrounding air seemed to plunge rapidly, his whole body felt as if falling into an ice cellar, trembling, when he saw Lü Tu's unfriendly gaze, secretly resenting Yu Die's meddling, and hurriedly began to explain:

"Lv Qianhu, Lv Qianhu, you must never listen to that scoundrel—cough, cough—do not heed Yu Baihu's nonsense; perhaps I offended him somewhere, causing her to deliberately say such things in front of you."

"You may not know who I am, Lv Qianhu, but do you still not trust the court? I was, after all, the former Qingyang County Immortal Official."

"If one dares to engage in murder and trafficking, how could the court possibly allow me to serve as Qingyang County Immortal Official, let alone let me retire from that post?"

"Yu Baihu says that to deliberately frame me, to provoke a clash between me and you for her own amusement!"

At this moment, his heart brimmed with hatred toward Yu Die, wishing to tear her limb from limb to vent his fury.

He roughly understood Lü Tu's temper; if Lü Tu learned that he truly harbored improper thoughts toward Wang Ping'an, given Lü Tu's nature, he might kill him on the spot.

Don't be fooled by his retired status; as a Qingyang County Immortal Official, among countless Immortal Officials he was merely a low‑rank one, with no real standing.

And he's even a retired Immortal Official!

Lü Tu is, after all, a Thousand Commander of the Demon‑Suppression Office, perhaps he has deep ties with the Fengyin County Immortal Official.

Even if Lü Tu were to slay him on the spot, it might be nothing more than a word exchanged with the Fengyin County Immortal Official.

That would define the incident, and neither other Immortal Officials nor the court would trouble Lü Tu on his behalf.

In such a life‑or‑death crisis, how could he not hate Yu Die? Yet he could guess that Yu Die's identity likely had heavenly connections; Lü Tu is hard to deal with, Yu Die even harder.

Even though his hatred made Yu Die's teeth itch, he dared not utter filthy slurs against her.

Otherwise.

Even if he clung to the Prime Minister's Daughter's thigh, and Yu Die killed him, the Prime Minister's Daughter would at most grumble a few words and would not avenge him.

Let alone.

He hasn't even latched onto the Prime Minister's Daughter's thigh yet! "Ha! Court‑appointed official!"

Lü Tu sneered, his face full of sarcasm.

He is a Thousand Commander of the Demon‑Suppression Office, overseeing demon‑slaying affairs; matters involving corrupt officials belong to another organization, also directly under the Emperor.

Although he doesn't meddle in such affairs, he has many information channels and knows some officials who, while outwardly appearing upright, are secretly thieves and scoundrels.

Tang Anzhi, realizing Lü Tu was suspicious and fearing his violent temper, slashed him on the spot without presenting evidence, then hurriedly turned to Wei Yuan, hoping Wei Yuan would step forward and speak a few kind words for him.

"You damned dog, back then you wished I'd die in that Evil Cultivator's hands, becoming a stepping stone for you to curry favor with the Prime Minister's household, forcing you to halt and save my life as if I hadn't heard; now that you're in danger, you still expect me to help you?"

Wei Yuan let out a cold sneer to himself, his face full of sarcasm. Just as he was about to speak—not to plead for Tang Anzhi, for his heart was not generous enough for virtuous retaliation—he was about to mutter a few slanders when Tang Anzhi signaled him with a glance, causing the words at his lips to be swallowed.

"Are you telling the truth?"

Wei Yuan responded likewise with a glance.

Tang Anzhi nodded.

This novel, you have reached.

"You damned dog, still claim you can't refine the San Yang Pill, you damn can't refine the San Yang Pill, how could you possibly…"

Wei Yuan muttered under his breath.

San Yang Pill.

It is a pill superior to the Huanyang Pill, beloved by countless men—no, perhaps many women also cherish it; even a single one can turn a once‑feeble youth into a true war god.

He once felt his body weak, unable to serve as a war god fighting three foes at once, and had asked Tang Anzhi to forge a San Yang Pill; yet that damned dog pretended to be ignorant, claiming he couldn't refine it, saying he was a proper cultivator who would not study such heterodox arts.

Now.

Facing life‑or‑death danger, the words once spoken are like flatulence; merely flattering that damned dog with a kind word, and that dog is willing to produce a bottle of San Yang Pill.

Before, one could not even obtain a single one!

Wei Yuan's anger toward Tang Anzhi deepened further; though he wished Tang Anzhi dead, the lure of the San Yang Pill made him step forward, saying: "Lv Qianhu, I think Yu Baihu may have misread the situation. My family's Tang Imperial Attendant probably didn't expect a child to possess so many life‑saving treasures, was surprised, looked a few more times, causing Yu Baihu to misunderstand and think my family's Tang Imperial Attendant harbored ill intent."

Of course.

This matter cannot be blamed on Yu Baihu; if blame is needed, blame my family's Tang Imperial Attendant, perhaps he did something wrong, leaving a mediocre impression in Yu Baihu's mind, hence this thought.

But Lv Qianhu, consider this: my family's Tang Imperial Attendant is, after all, a practitioner; after years of cultivation he must have amassed many life‑saving treasures, so how could he develop improper thoughts toward a child's life‑saving treasure?

At this point, Wei Yuan's words halted; his gaze fell on Wang Ping'an's neck, laden with brocade pouches, his face full of arrogance, and he said: "Even life‑saving treasures are ranked in tiers; the treasures the child wears could hardly catch my family's Tang Imperial Attendant's attention."

"If among the life‑saving treasures hanging on the child's neck there were a substitute straw man?"

Lü Tu sneered, and a flash of surprise flickered in his eyes; the substitute straw man is a rare treasure, and when he had just inspected Wang Ping'an's brocade pouch, he too was startled to see such a treasure.

(End of Chapter)