143: Live broadcast across the city! Qin Feng swallowed this ultimate social death combo with tears in his eyes!

Inside the secret chamber, Qin Feng's body trembled violently.

His pupils, which had been burning brightly with desire and calculation, were now completely devoid of light, leaving only endless confusion and emptiness.

In his vision, the changes in Blood Rakshasa's expression were slowed down infinitely.

From initial anticipation, to shock, and then to incomprehensible blankness.

Finally, all emotions solidified into a strange expression mixed with contempt, disgust, and profound pity.

Every subtle change in her expression was like an invisible slap, burning his Divine Soul and fiercely striking his face.

A scalding sense of shame erupted from the deepest part of his Dao Heart, scorching every inch of his Divine Soul, causing him such pain that he almost went mad!

"Heh..."

Blood Rakshasa suddenly laughed.

At first, it was a low, muffled chuckle that shook her shoulders, as if she were desperately suppressing something utterly ridiculous.

But eventually, this amusement broke through all restraint, turning into an uncontrollable, sharp, and joyous peal of laughter that echoed repeatedly within the secret chamber.

Every syllable mocked his incompetence.

"I thought I had caught a mighty Dragon crossing the river, capable of stirring up storms, but who knew..."

She laughed so hard she bent over, physiological tears even squeezed out of the corners of her eyes.

She scrutinized Qin Feng from head to toe, her gaze like that of someone examining a pile of worthless, soaking wet garbage.

"...it's just a loach that can't even raise its head."

After she finished laughing, she stood up with an elegant posture, as if remembering something.

She casually tossed an old money pouch out of her Storage Pouch.

Clink! Clatter!

A pile of Low-Grade Spirit Stones, glittering with cheap light, rolled to Qin Feng's feet.

"Take these. Don't say Big Sister here took advantage of you for free."

Blood Rakshasa extended the tip of her embroidered shoe and lightly nudged one of the Spirit Stones, her face showing the arrogance of someone giving charity.

"This little bit of money is enough for you to go to the 'Red Tent Den' in the south of the city and find the lowest-ranking Succubus to properly learn what basic skills are."

"Save yourself the embarrassment of showing up later and dirtying other people's eyes."

BOOM—!

Qin Feng's mind completely exploded into a blank slate at that moment.

These words were more hurtful than ten million of the world's most vicious curses combined!

The Qilin Demonic Qi inside him seemed to be completely ignited by this overwhelming humiliation, roaring madly within his Meridians, clamoring to burst out and tear the woman who dared to insult him into the bloodiest shreds!

But he desperately held back.

His remaining sanity, like a string pulled to its absolute limit, vibrated wildly, reminding him that this was the territory of the Asura Demonic Sect!

If he acted now, he would be seeking his own death!

"You..."

Qin Feng's teeth ground together, and every word squeezed out from between them carried a heavy smell of blood.

"...will regret this."

He stood up stiffly, not even glancing at the Spirit Stones on the ground that hurt him more than a physical slap.

He tidied his robes, forcing himself to maintain that last shred of ridiculous dignity, turned, and walked out of the secret chamber, step by painful step.

Every step felt like treading upon a mountain of scorching blades and a sea of fire.

Behind him, Blood Rakshasa's unrestrained laughter transformed into countless fine poisonous needles, piercing his eardrums and reaching deep into his Divine Soul.

"Regret? This Young Miss only regrets wasting precious Dual Cultivation time today! Hahahaha... Young Master Qin, don't let the door hit you on the way out!"

...Nine Nether Demonic Cult, Saintess Palace.

Blood Ji's figure appeared at the palace entrance, her face radiating an uncontrollable, twisted pleasure. Even her walking posture conveyed a triumphant lightness, as if a long-time nemesis had been utterly annihilated.

"Saintess Liu, I have fulfilled my mission."

She held up the shadow recording stone, preparing to activate it with excitement, eager to share this supreme "trophy" with Liu Ruyan.

"Take it away."

Liu Ruyan remained leaning on the White Bone Throne, not even bothering to lift her eyelids, merely waving her jade hand in disgust.

Her expression suggested that Blood Ji was holding not a trophy, but a piece of foul-smelling filth.

"Filthy thing, don't dirty this Saintess's eyes."

Blood Ji's movement froze mid-air, the excitement on her face momentarily solidifying.

"You only need to tell me," Liu Ruyan finally deigned to lift her eyes, asking languidly, "was the play performed well?"

"Magnificent! Absolutely magnificent!"

Just thinking about the scene made Blood Ji tremble with excitement.

She vividly described everything that happened in the secret chamber, especially the dumbfounded, life-questioning expressions of Qin Feng and Blood Rakshasa, adding fuel to the fire.

"Giggle... hahahahaha!"

Liu Ruyan could no longer hold back, letting out a delicate, bell-like laugh.

The laughter echoed in the empty White Bone Grand Hall, filled with cruel and pure delight.

When she finished laughing, she propped up her pale chin with a slender finger, her enchanting eyes glittering with mischievous light.

"One-Eye."

"This old servant is here." The One-Eye old man standing by immediately bowed, long accustomed to the Saintess's unpredictable moods.

"Make one million copies of this stone for me."

Liu Ruyan's red lips curved into a demonic arc, a smile that could chill ten thousand demons.

"Use all the Cult's power. Before dawn, I want this shadow recording stone displayed on every wall, every bone pillar, and every tavern ceiling in Ten Thousand Demon City!"

"Turn the volume up to maximum!"

"I want everyone in the city to enjoy a free viewing of the unparalleled demeanor of this 'Son of Destiny'!"

As if thinking of something even more amusing, she added languidly.

"Oh, and pass a message out."

"Say that this Saintess, upon seeing his exceptional talent and unique constitution, personally bestowed upon him a Daoist title."

"From today onward, he shall be known as 'Qin Three Seconds'."

...Meanwhile.

At the South Gate of Ten Thousand Demon City, a figure clad in a dark blue Ice Silkworm Demonic Robe stepped into this chaotic Demonic Path capital.

She was tall and slender, her face covered by a thin veil, revealing only a pair of cold, aloof phoenix eyes.

The sternness between her brows and the ice crystal tear mole at the corner of her eye made her exude a dangerous aura that warned others to keep away.

It was none other than Ling Qingzhu, disguised as the Demonic Path Loose Cultivator "Cold Moon Immortal."

She ignored the gazes—whether of admiration, greed, or scrutiny—cast her way, and walked straight into an inn that looked relatively "clean."

The innkeeper was a skeleton without a Soul Fire, who merely extended a bony hand mechanically.

Ling Qingzhu tossed over a High-Grade Spirit Stone, and the skeleton innkeeper handed back a bone token, pointing upstairs.

Entering the room, closing the door, and setting up a soundproof barrier finally cut off the external noise and gore.

Ling Qingzhu sat cross-legged. The core fragment of the jade pool mirror inside her body warmed slightly, isolating her from all prying eyes.

She closed her eyes, and her Divine Thought, like an invisible, formless ice net, silently spread toward the entire Ten Thousand Demon City.

Her goal was very clear.

It wasn't the ethereal yellow springs demonic sword, nor was it this noisy demon codex.

She came here for only one thing—

To find Qin Feng, and then, kill him!

She absolutely could not allow this major threat, mentioned multiple times by Su Chen in his diary, any chance of rising again!

However, just as her Divine Thought was about to cover the entire city and lock onto her target—

BOOM—!!!

The entire Ten Thousand Demon City seemed to be simultaneously detonated by countless thunderbolts!

On the highest white bone spire in the city, in the murky wine bowls in the taverns, on the rolling skull heads in the streets... countless shadow recording stones were activated simultaneously!

Clear light screens lit up everywhere in the city, spreading wildly like a virus, projecting the same indecent scene into every corner!

This was immediately followed by heaven-shaking, sea-roaring laughter and jeers!

"Hahahaha! Whose Genius is this? I counted: one, two, three! Three seconds! It really was only three seconds!"

"Did you hear? It's Qin Feng, the Light of the Righteous Path from the Eastern Barrens, in disguise! The Nine Nether Saintess personally bestowed the title 'Qin Three Seconds'! I'm dying of laughter! This is achieving godhood through social death!"

"Look at that woman's expression! Her face is greener than a ghost! Hahahaha! I bet ten Demonic Crystals she wants to kill that man right now!"

Inside the inn room, Ling Qingzhu suddenly opened her eyes.

Her delicate brows furrowed. Beneath the cold veil was endless shock and absurdity.

Qin Feng?

What... did he do?