Chapter 154: Good Brother

"Bang!"

Two fists collided heavily once again.

"You just advanced in rank, I am not afraid of you!"

Xu Ziyin was both shocked and angry, continuing to fight with Luo Zijun.

The two went head-to-head, and after fighting for a long time, she ultimately could not withstand Luo Zijun's strength and was knocked to the ground by a punch.

"If you have the ability, return my Flying Cloud Spear to me!"

She scrambled up from the ground and rushed forward again, exasperated.

Luo Zijun steadied his strength and continued to trade punches with her.

"Bang!"

Xu Ziyin smashed a fist into his chin, instantly leaving him dizzy, while he also smashed a fist into her chest, sending her staggering backward until she fell to the ground.

"Very good, continue!"

Luo Zijun panted, touched his aching chin, his eyes still filled with high fighting spirit.

In his Dantian Sea, that surge of energy was restless, beginning to break through the barrier during the battle.

Just a little more!

Only a little more!

"Miss Xu, please use more force!"

Luo Zijun charged straight forward, "Boom," smashing a punch toward her chest.

Xu Ziyin hurriedly pulled back her arms to block.

"Bang!"

This time, she was sent flying by a massive force, falling heavily five or six meters away.

She struggled on the ground a few times, and for a moment, she was unable to get up.

"Are you done for already?"

Luo Zijun was very disappointed; he came before her, looked down at her, and said, "I hope you can stand up and continue the fight!"

Xu Ziyin lay on the ground, panting, drenched in sweat, her face pale, her chest heaving violently; she looked completely exhausted.

She looked at him as if he were a monster and said while gasping for air, "You... return my Flying Cloud Spear!"

"Bang!"

Luo Zijun bent down and delivered a punch to her sweat-drenched chin, directly causing her eyes to roll back as she fainted.

Then he took a rope from his Storage Bag and tied her hands to the tree trunk behind her.

Just as he was untying her belt, she slowly woke up. Seeing this scene, her expression changed, and she hurriedly trembled, "Don't... don't..."

Luo Zijun ignored her and directly unfastened the sash at her waist, wrapped it around her right ankle, then grabbed her ankle and suddenly bent it upward, folding her right leg toward her head, before using the remaining sash to tie her right foot to the tree trunk behind her, binding it together with her hands.

"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect Miss Xu's body flexibility to be this good."

Luo Zijun exclaimed in a rough voice while beginning to take off her skirt.

Xu Ziyin immediately cried and begged, "I beg you, don't... I, I was wrong... I won't ever dare to do it again..."

Luo Zijun ignored her and continued taking off her skirt.

Xu Ziyin wailed, "Wuu wuu... I really was wrong... I really was wrong..."

She suddenly had a flash of inspiration and hurriedly cried out, "I... I will pay you money!"

Luo Zijun finally stopped his movements, reached out to remove the Mask from her face, and looking at her pretty face streaked with tears, said, "Pay how much? You already owe me one thousand."

Xu Ziyin cried, "One thousand one hundred taels."

Luo Zijun did not speak and continued taking off her skirt.

"One thousand five! One thousand five hundred taels!"

Xu Ziyin cried out in a panic.

Luo Zijun shook his head and, looking at her, said, "Too little, at least two thousand taels."

Xu Ziyin's tears rolled down instantly: "Fine, two thousand taels..."

Luo Zijun stopped and said, "Last time you said it yourself; if you don't keep your word, you are a little dog. Now, start barking like a dog, at least one hundred times."

"Wuu..."

"Are you going to bark or not?"

"Wuu wuu..."

Luo Zijun did not speak again and pulled the red skirt at her waist downward, preparing to slide it off her legs.

"Woof! Woof woof woof woof woof..."

The sound of dog barking immediately rang out, still carrying the sobbing tone of her crying.

Luo Zijun then stopped, looked at her, and said, "Continue."

Xu Ziyin's face was full of tears; she closed her eyes, her chest heaving, and began to cry out loudly in a self-abandoned manner: "Woof! Woof woof woof! Woof woof woof woof woof..."

Luo Zijun watched her with great interest.

"Woof woof woof... woof woof woof..."

After crying and barking for a while longer, she opened her eyes and said through her tears, "Is that enough?"

Luo Zijun said, "One more bark left."

Xu Ziyin: "Woof!"

Luo Zijun nodded and said, "That sounded quite nice, Brother Dongfang is very happy. How about this, you call me 'Brother Dongfang' ten times and 'Good Brother' ten times, and I will let you go."

Xu Ziyin's eyes immediately widened in anger, and she cried, "You are dreaming! I would rather die!"

Luo Zijun did not speak again, reached out his hand, took off the shoes from her feet, and then began to take off her socks.

Xu Ziyin said with a trembling voice, "You... what are you doing?"

Luo Zijun gently pulled off her socks as he said, "I hear that a young girl's feet are a very private place, not to be seen or touched by other men. Since you won't listen, I'll take off your shoes and socks right now, open my eyes wide to take a good look, then stroke and rub them a few times, and finally..."

Xu Ziyin sobbed, "You... you beast..."

Luo Zijun said no more; one hand held her small, slender foot, while the other began to peel off the silk sock covering it, bit by bit.

A flash of snow-white appeared shortly after.

Luo Zijun clicked his tongue and said, "Such white skin. Miss Xu's feet are so slender and exquisite; it would be a real pity not to reveal them for this Young Master to see. Once I'm done looking at your feet, I'll continue by taking off your skirt."

"Wuu..." The silk sock soon retreated to her ankle, revealing even more snow-white, delicate skin.

Xu Ziyin finally could not bear this humiliation and fear, crying out, "Brother Dongfang! Brother Dongfang! Brother Dongfang..."

Luo Zijun stopped and counted in his mouth.

"Five, six, seven, eight... continue, you're still two short."

"Wuu... Brother Dongfang... Brother Dongfang... wuwuwu..."

"Very good, now it's time to call me 'Good Brother'."

"Wuu..."

"Not listening, are you? Then I'll keep taking them off."

"Wuwu, Good... Good Brother... Good Brother... Good Brother..."

After calling out more than ten times, she finally stopped, her face full of shame, and then began to wail loudly.

!

"That sounded truly lovely... Don't cry anymore, good little sister, good brother will let you go now. However, don't forget about the two thousand taels of silver."

Luo Zijun untied the rope on her hands, put it into his Storage Bag, stood up, and prepared to leave.

Xu Ziyin cried, "My Flying Cloud Spear..."

"Oh, almost forgot."

Luo Zijun took it out from his Storage Bag, but did not return it to her immediately; instead, after walking some distance away, he reached out and threw it, and with a "chi" sound, it pierced into the tree trunk nearby.

"Good little sister, two thousand taels, remember that."

Luo Zijun waved his hand from afar and then walked away quickly.

"Wuu..."

Xu Ziyin untied the cloth binding her feet, sat on the ground crying for a while, then put her silk socks back on, put on her shoes, and stood up.

"Wuwuwu..."

As she cried, she went to pick up her spear, looking exceptionally pitiful.

But when she held the Flying Cloud Spear in her hand and wiped away her tears, she suddenly gritted her teeth with hatred and said, "If I do not avenge this insult, I, Xu Ziyin, swear I will not be human!"

She was about to break through; she was only a tiny bit away!

"As soon as I break through to the fourth realm of the martial artist, it will be the death date of that despicable, shameless bastard! When that time comes, I will strip off his clothes and hang him on a tree for three days and three nights! I'll make him call me 'Grandmother' for three days and three nights! Good Grandmother!"

She gripped the spear in her hand, immediately wiped away her tears, and walked toward the depths of the mountain forest, full of fighting spirit.

"Boom!"

At midday, a loud explosion suddenly rang out somewhere in the mountain forest!

Luo Zijun had encountered a Demon Beast of a pig weighing nearly seven hundred kilograms; after fighting for a long time and unleashing his Liehuo Finger, he finally smashed the head of this Demon Beast with one punch, killing it completely.

This Demon Beast had thick skin and coarse flesh, astonishing defensive power, and was extremely irritable with immense attack power; at first, he hadn't seen the opponent, which had been lying in ambush in the bushes, suddenly charging out and knocking him flying directly.

That impact nearly rattled all the bones in his body.

Fortunately, his defensive power was not bad, and he immediately endured the pain to fight it.

The Demon Beast was powerful and possessed some intelligence, but it was too irritable and reckless, which allowed him to find an opportunity to turn defeat into victory.

Of course, the most important thing was that during the fierce struggle with this Demon Beast, he had used the force of its charge to directly break through the barrier and advance.

If he hadn't advanced to the fourth realm of the martial artist and gained greater strength, he might not have been able to kill this powerful Demon Beast.

Even so, he was panting for breath, and a wound had been slashed into his right leg by the Demon Beast's tusks. If he hadn't reacted quickly at the time, those tusks, sharp as a Dagger, would likely have already severed his right leg.

"Hoo... hoo..."

He sat on the ground panting for quite a while before getting up to limp over and pack up the massive Demon Beast on the ground.

Fortunately, he had a Storage Bag, and the space inside was sufficient.

After putting away the Demon Beast, he immediately headed home.

Although he had only been in for half a day today, it was just like last time—a full harvest.

He had hunted two Demon Beasts and had also suddenly advanced.

It seems he should come out to train often; it would be a waste to stay at home with such good luck.

Fighting two battles today had yielded several times the results of closing the door to cultivate at home, and his combat experience had not just improved a little bit—it was a qualitative leap!

On the way back, he still did not let his guard down.

While passing by that waterfall, he suddenly heard a burst of intense fighting sounds coming from the forest ahead.

He thought for a moment and immediately took a detour to leave, not even looking.

These days, it's better to watch less excitement.

In these deep mountains and old forests, what kind of excitement could there be to watch? It was nothing more than murder for goods, uneven distribution of benefits, internal strife among brothers, and so on.

In such situations, whoever goes to watch will be the one to suffer.

They might even get killed along with them.

Who would have known that just after he had walked a distance on his detour, the sounds of fighting suddenly chased after him from the side. Before he had time to dodge, he saw a tall figure in a purple dress running quickly in his direction.

It was the young girl named Wang Yuru.

And chasing behind her was actually a teammate who had come on the same carriage today.

One is called Wu Yang, the other is Han Mang, both are young men in their twenties.

Wu Yang has the cultivation of the Martial Artist Third Realm, while Han Mang has the cultivation of the Martial Artist Fourth Realm.

The two hold blades and swords, the cold light gleaming, looking murderous.

The three of them were all stunned when they saw him suddenly appear in front.

Seeing this, Luo Zijun did not wait for the three to speak, immediately "whooshing" as he lunged forward, preparing to flee this place of trouble.

Wang Yuru was stunned for a moment; she had originally opened her mouth to call to him for help, but seemingly remembering that he was only at the Martial Artist First Realm of cultivation, she immediately made no sound and continued to limp forward as she fled.

"Brother Han, we cannot let that brat escape, he has already seen us! If he goes back and tells the Wang family, we will be in big trouble!"

Wu Yang shouted in a panic.

Han Mang immediately said: "This little bitch is already injured, you continue to chase her! I will go chase that brat, finish him off with one punch, and come back to rendezvous with you immediately!"

"Good!"

Wu Yang immediately continued to chase the injured young girl ahead.

Han Mang suddenly changed direction, and with a "swish," shot rapidly toward the fleeing youth.

(End of chapter)