184: Go easy, don't hit my face...

Chen Heng pushed open the door and saw Bai Jun squatting by the entrance, his ear pressed tightly against the wall.

“Why is it quiet now?” Bai Jun scratched his ear, a bit puzzled, and pressed it against the wall again.

Chen Heng stood behind Bai Jun, his face full of black lines, but Bai Jun didn't notice him.

“What are you listening to?” Seeing Bai Jun unresponsive, Chen Heng squatted beside him and asked.

“Keep it down, if Big Brother Chen hears us, we’re both in trouble!” Bai Jun shoved Chen Heng, completely unaware that the person he was talking about was right behind him.

“I’m just curious how Big Brother Chen plans to deal with this Fox Spirit. I hope he doesn’t get enchanted.”

“My Master said that Fox Spirits are not good things; they specialize in seducing men.”

“Oh, then did you hear what was said inside?” Chen Heng nodded and continued to ask.

“Didn’t hear clearly, only heard things like ‘branding’.” Bai Jun tried hard to hear the sounds inside but got nothing.

“I never thought Big Brother Chen would be into this kind of thing, even playing with branding irons.”

Bai Jun, through his imagination, perfectly conjured up a blood-pumping scene.

“What kind of thing am I into?” Chen Heng originally wanted to tease Bai Jun, but upon hearing this, two veins instantly bulged on his forehead.

“Huh?” Bai Jun only then heard him, turning his head in confusion.

“Heh heh, Ch-Chen Heng?”

“Can you not hit my face?”

“Die!”

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After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Bai Jun, with a swollen face, followed Chen Heng out of the Flower House.

“Big Brother Chen, where are we going?” Bai Jun wiped the nosebleed from his face and asked, following behind Chen Heng.

“To take care of some lingering worries, and then we’ll return to Qiyang City.”

Chen Heng, who had been wearing a skirt for several days, finally changed into normal clothes, with his black fiend blade and thousand-year profound iron spear on his back.

“Oh…” Bai Jun took a blood and qi replenishing pills from his cloth bag and put it in his mouth, adjusting his Qi and treating his swollen face.

“By the way, a Snake Demon Lord’s gallbladder should be very nourishing, right?”

As he walked, Chen Heng rubbed his chin.

“I don’t know. Anyway, that Tiger General’s tiger testicles were quite nourishing.” Bai Jun wasn’t clear about these things either.

Don’t let it seem like he was a disciple of the True Immortal Sect; besides laying the foundation there when he was young, the rest of his time was spent living like a wild man on Wuwu Mountain.

At least half of his skills were self-taught from books.

“Wait, a Demon Lord Realm snake gallbladder?” Bai Jun only then realized what they were going to do.

“Yes, before we leave, we’ll turn that Snake Demon Lord into snake soup, and save the gallbladder for soaking in wine.”

Chen Heng nodded and walked in the direction Hu Ling had told him.

The place where the Snake Demon Lord lived was located below the City Lord’s mansion.

No, this Heavenly Demon City shouldn’t be called a City Lord, but a Grand Commander.

Anyway, it was not far below the largest house in the entire Heavenly Demon City.

“Heh, Big Brother Chen, you don’t know this, but I’m really good at making snake soup.”

Bai Jun chuckled, a hint of flattery on his face.

After all, he had just badmouthed someone in front of them, so some flattery was necessary.

“The most I ate on Wuwu Mountain was snake. Sometimes I’d wake up and there’d be one in my bed.”

“Later, I researched many ways to eat snake. I’ll show you my skills then, Big Brother Chen.”

“Uh, Big Brother Chen, there’s something I want to ask, okay?”

Bai Jun hesitated for a moment but still asked the question.

“What exactly is that branding? How did you two play that night…”

Before he could finish his sentence, a large hand had already grabbed his face.

Feeling his body slowly lift off the ground, Bai Jun knew he was about to get beaten again.

“Gently…”

However, this time Chen Heng didn’t actually hit him; instead, he sighed and put him down.

“There’s no strange way of playing. That branding isn’t what you think it is.”

Chen Heng knew that if he didn’t clarify this matter, who knows what strange rumors would spread after they returned.

“That branding is…”

Chen Heng told Bai Jun about the various functions of the branding, though not in too much detail.

“Thirty percent of the power!?” Bai Jun’s eyes widened, and he couldn’t help but swallow.

“Big Brother Chen, how about… you brand me too?”

Bai Jun shyly exposed his shoulder.

“…” Chen Heng.

“Put your clothes on, or I’ll make sure you can never wear clothes again.”

Several veins bulged on Chen Heng’s forehead again, and his clenched fists made cracking sounds.

“Okay, okay, putting them on.” Bai Jun felt a chill down his spine and quickly put on his clothes.

“Tsk, suddenly I’m very envious of that Fox Spirit…”

After Chen Heng turned his head away, Bai Jun whispered a sentence.

In fact, Chen Heng himself might not feel it, but his thirty percent power was already quite terrifying.

With Chen Heng’s thirty percent power, Hu Ling might be able to fight eighteen Bai Juns.

In Chen Heng’s eyes, this world was still full of dangers. Who knows, some old monster that could crush him might jump out from any corner.

This might be a side effect of reading too many novels in his previous life.

So Chen Heng was still not satisfied with his current strength.

Only when even a divine corpse couldn't move him would he feel truly invincible.

But as for these little Yao Race, Chen Heng really didn't take them seriously.

No matter how powerful they were, could they be as awesome as the Wutong God?

Although he died twice, did the Wutong God die or not?

Chen Heng’s steps quickened, seemingly eager for snake soup and snake bile wine.

Correspondingly, the number of Yao Race on the road became fewer and fewer, eventually becoming desolate.

Finally, when there was not a single Yao Race visible on the road, Chen Heng found that he had arrived at his destination.

The buildings here were no different from those of the Human Race. There was even a plaque hanging above the main gate.

It had the character ‘Snake’ written on it.

At the entrance stood two armored Yao Race, looking like they had transformed from black bears?

“Buddy, can you steal cassocks?”

Just as the two Black Bear Spirits discovered Chen Heng, Chen Heng was already standing in front of the two demons.

“Bear paws are good too. I never even dared to dream of them before.”

Chen Heng glanced at the two demons’ furry paws and couldn’t help but swallow.

“Human Race?” The two Black Bear Spirits only then regained their senses, picking up the iron rods in their hands and smashing them down.

Clang ~

Chen Heng remained motionless, while the two Black Bear Spirits felt their paws go numb from the recoil of the iron rods.

“Such a strong Human Race, report to the Guard Captain!”

The two Black Bear Spirits were not foolish; they knew they were no match and turned to roar into the courtyard for help.

“Don’t rush. You go in and call for people slowly. I want to see how many more dishes you can serve me here?”

Chen Heng was not in a hurry at all, letting the two Black Bear Spirits go in for reinforcements.

“Can you cook other wild game?” Chen Heng looked back at Bai Jun, who was watching the show.

“More or less, my cooking skills are not bad.”

“Very good. Later, make me a mountain delicacy feast, and the previous matter will be forgiven.”