128: You're pretty arrogant.

"Also, if I don't come back later, take my little brother to the Headquarters for the banquet."

"I have a small matter I need to handle."

A cold glint flashed in Chen Heng's eyes as he turned and walked out of the Prosperity Workshop.

"Alright, Master Chen!" The manager cheerfully saw Chen Heng out of the Prosperity Workshop, then turned and wiped a bead of sweat.

"I'm telling you all, you must serve that Master well."

The manager pulled over a few gang members and said fiercely.

"Let him lose more than he wins, but when he does win, make sure it's a big win every time."

"He stops when he's had enough, understood?"

"Got it!" The gang members immediately understood and took over all the gambling tables.

In the setting sun, Chen Heng walked towards Qiyang City's west gate.

"Such a strong smell of corpses, have the little beasts from the Ghost Corpse Temple finally lost their patience?"

There was no fear in Chen Heng's heart, only endless anticipation.

Ever since his Transmigration, the Ghost Corpse Temple had hung over him like an unshakeable dark cloud.

Today, he finally had the Opportunity to sweep away that cloud, and Chen Heng couldn't be happier.

What's more, after dealing with the Ghost Corpse Temple, there would only be one threat left around Qiyang City.

That was the Wutong Sect behind the ghost gate.

As long as these two threats were completely resolved, Chen Heng could confidently and boldly go to Heming City and have a good time.

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Weng Hua, who had just entered the city less than two minutes ago, would never have imagined that he had already been discovered.

He was currently setting up the blood sacrifice array, believing himself to be very discreet.

"Junior Brother Yuan, the task of setting up the array core is entrusted to you."

Weng Hua handed all the necessary Materials to Junior Brother Yuan, intending to leave empty-handed himself.

"Senior Brother Weng, this is..." Junior Brother Yuan frowned, asking with some confusion.

"I'm going to take Chen Heng's head, after all, the soul suppressing bell is still in his hands."

"And one of the conditions for that woman to hand over the soul hook hairpin is to give her Chen Heng's head."

"I understand." Junior Brother Yuan nodded, not saying much more.

Ever since he got on Weng Hua's pirate ship, he had no way out.

If their Master discovered their plan, the only outcome would be to be made into living corpses.

Fully conscious minds, uncontrollable bodies, and endless torment.

This was the fate of being made into a living corpse.

But they couldn't not resist either; once Cao Jihan truly became a Hou, these Disciples of his would be nothing more than his blood food.

Becoming a Ba still offered a glimmer of hope, but becoming a Hou meant only death!

Cao Jihan's transformation into a Ba was already unstoppable, so there was only one path left.

That was to prevent Cao Jihan from going to the Hundred Corpse Tomb to obtain the Opportunity to become a Hou.

If Cao Jihan couldn't become a Hou, then he would have to continue raising these Disciples to collect blood food for him, so he could maintain his cultivation after becoming a Ba.

Although there was still considerable danger, at least their lives would be saved.

"Senior Brother Weng, please be careful. That Chen Heng was able to kill Junior Brother Qingliang and your corpse slave, so his strength must be..."

Junior Brother Yuan wanted to give a few more instructions, but Weng Hua interrupted him.

"There's no need. No matter how strong Chen Heng is, he's just a Mortal martial artist."

"The corpse slave and Qingliang were weak, so it's not impossible for them to have been killed by a powerful martial artist."

"But I'm different. Taking Chen Heng's head is a small matter to me, nothing more than..."

Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice entered their ears.

"I found you." Chen Heng's face bloomed with a ferocious smile.

"Little stink bugs from the Ghost Corpse Temple, do you know how strong you smell?"

"Who are you?" Weng Hua frowned deeply, beginning to circulate the corpse Qi within his body, ready to transform into a roaming corpse at any moment.

"Don't you want to take my head?" Chen Heng looked at the young man in front of him with a hint of amusement.

"The main character is right in front of you, and you don't even recognize him?"

"Good! So you are Chen Heng!" Weng Hua was overjoyed, not expecting this kid to be so foolish as to deliver himself to his doorstep!

"Truly, there's a road to Heaven, but you refuse to take it; there's no gate to Hell, but you throw yourself in!"

"Not even bringing a weapon, I'm really being underestimated!"

After hearing that the person in front of him was Chen Heng, Weng Hua completely relaxed.

He had thought he'd run into someone from Qianfa Tower or a Great Liang Aristocratic Clan.

"I don't need a weapon to deal with you two small fries." Chen Heng shook his head, clenching his right hand into a fist.

"Arrogant!" Weng Hua snorted coldly, flicking his fingers. His fingertips immediately transformed into five green glowing blades.

"These are full of corpse poison, Mortals who touch them die instantly..."

Before Weng Hua could finish speaking, Chen Heng had already vanished from his spot.

"Careful!" Junior Brother Yuan's pupils contracted. He hadn't seen Chen Heng's movements at all!

How was that possible!?

"Wh..." Just as Weng Hua was confused, Chen Heng's fist had already arrived in front of him.

"There's a road to Heaven, but you refuse to take it, is that right?"

With a loud bang, Weng Hua's head was directly embedded into the ground.

"There's no gate to Hell, but you throw yourself in, is that right?"

Another punch, and a pillar of smoke shot up, obscuring the surroundings.

"Underestimating you, is that right?"

Amidst the dust, Chen Heng punched Weng Hua's face repeatedly.

Weng Hua's once handsome face had now turned into a pig's head.

But the powerful vitality granted to him by the Dao of Corpses kept him conscious.

Consciously feeling Chen Heng's hammer-like fists.

"Damn it, trying to show off to me."

Chen Heng patted the dust off himself and single-handedly lifted Weng Hua.

"You said 'touch and die,' right? Come on, stab me with your nails."

Chen Heng pointed to his carotid artery, his expression incredibly arrogant.

"Damn Mortal!" Weng Hua's eyes seemed to spit fire, his body instantly hardened, and his black hair quickly became withered.

"Die!"

The blades on Weng Hua's fingertips stabbed towards Chen Heng's neck with astonishing power.

With a crisp clang, the seemingly incredibly sharp blades shattered the moment they touched Chen Heng's skin, scattering fragments all over the ground.

"That's it?" Chen Heng scratched his neck, which hadn't even changed color, looking at Weng Hua with some confusion.

"Corpse poison!" Weng Hua didn't give up, revealing his pitch-black teeth and spitting out a black-green poisonous mist.

"Brother, you have bad breath." Chen Heng fanned away the poisonous mist covering his face, frowning with a hint of disgust.

"How is that possible!?" Both Weng Hua and Junior Brother Yuan's brains froze.

One must know that the poisonous mist Weng Hua spat out was potent enough to melt metal.

How could it have no effect on this Chen Heng?

"Ah ah ah ah ah!" Weng Hua roared while spraying corpse poison, his hands, with their bladed fingertips, turned into blurs as he continuously struck Chen Heng's body.

"Had enough?" Chen Heng stood rooted to the spot like a great mountain, completely unaffected by Weng Hua's attacks.

"If you've had enough, take a break. I have a few questions for you."

Hearing this, Weng Hua's eyes turned red with rage. He opened his mouth wide, revealing his fangs, and lunged to bite Chen Heng's neck.