144: I laughed so hard my abs hurt! Su Shenzi: Quick, record this, it's a family heirloom!

Inside the inn.

Ling Qingzhu's Divine Thought stirred slightly.

A trace of icy energy slipped through the window crack, instantly flooding her senses with the filthy scenes and malicious discussions from outside.

Beneath her veil, her peerlessly beautiful face instantly lost all color.

A wave of nausea churned in her stomach, a strong physical revulsion surging up her throat, which she forcefully suppressed with her Profound Ice Dao Principle.

She did not look at the filthy images.

Merely hearing the discussions was enough to make her understand everything.

An extreme disgust and contempt, originating from the depths of her Divine Soul, almost condensed into a tangible substance.

This person was once hailed as the Light of the Righteous Path of the Eastern Barren Lands.

Yet now, in the demonic realm, he engages in such vile deeds, exposing his disgraceful state before tens of thousands of demons, becoming a complete and utter laughingstock.

This is a monumental disgrace for the entire Righteous Path!

A trace of relief even welled up in Ling Qingzhu's heart.

Fortunately.

Fortunately, back when she read Su Chen's diary, she had already seen through this person's hypocritical true nature and had completely severed ties with him.

Otherwise, if she were to be nailed to this pillar of shame today, the millennia-old pristine reputation of her Yaochi Holy Land would likely be sullied along with him!

At this moment, she wholeheartedly agreed with Su Chen's evaluation in the diary.

Precise, vicious, hitting the nail on the head.

If this kind of despicable, unkillable, bottomless scoundrel who would sell everything to climb higher were to truly obtain the yellow springs demonic sword, the consequences would be unimaginable!

Killing intent.

It was no longer just a thought churning in her heart.

Instead, within her Dao Heart, it had transformed into a frigid, eternal storm that must be executed.

She must find him as soon as possible.

Before he could recover from the devastating blow of social death and hide away like a cockroach again, she must completely eliminate this future trouble!

...In Ten Thousand Demon City, a dark, foul-smelling alleyway.

Qin Feng was completely wrapped in a large black cloak, his face concealed by the most common green-faced, fanged mask, vainly trying to blend into the surrounding darkness.

On the light screen at the alley's entrance, the most humiliating moment of his life was playing on an endless loop.

His own face was obscured by Devilish Qi, but Blood Rakshasa's face—shifting from shock and confusion to ultimate contempt—was magnified with crystal clarity.

The unrestrained, wild laughter, shrieks, and whistles of the surrounding demonic cultivators converged into a filthy wave of sound.

The sound seemed to have substance, weighing heavily on his Divine Soul, making every breath feel searingly painful.

"Qin Three Seconds... Qin Three Seconds..."

This name.

It was like a demonic curse forged from the most malicious resentment in the world, repeatedly crashing and tearing at his sanity within his Sea of Consciousness!

Beneath the cloak, his fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles emitted the sound of cracking under immense strain.

The destructive energy within the Demonized Qilin Arm roared wildly through his Meridians, clamoring to burst out, to tear this city and all the creatures mocking him into the most bloody shreds!

Kill Blood Rakshasa!

That bitch!

This thought almost consumed him.

It was her! She must have set me up!

However, after the peak of his rage, a cold chill emerged from the ashes of his humiliation, instantly dousing part of his reason awake.

No.

Qin Feng forced his bloodshot eyes to regain a sliver of clarity.

In the recording, Blood Rakshasa was also a main character, her reputation in ruins. This was a fatal blow to her bid for the high position.

She couldn't possibly use such a foolish method to deal with him, harming the enemy by a thousand while damaging herself by twelve hundred.

Then... there was another hand behind this!

An invisible, yet all-controlling hand, orchestrating everything!

This person's target wasn't Blood Rakshasa.

It was him, Qin Feng!

To nail him to the pillar of shame using the most malicious, cruel, and heart-piercing method, to utterly ruin him, to make his Dao Heart fall into an eternal abyss!

Who could it be?

Countless names flashed through Qin Feng's mind, only to be rejected one by one.

Finally, an enchanting, bone-deep figure flashed through his thoughts.

The Nine Nether Saintess, Liu Ruyan!

But he had never met her, had no grudge or enmity. Why would she use such a world-shaking method to deal with him?

It made no sense!

At this moment, a fear far surpassing humiliation shot straight up his spine to the crown of his head!

He was no longer any hidden dragon.

He was a lowly insect already caught in a spider's web, about to be sucked dry.

And that poisonous spider weaving the web was in some dark corner, watching his dying struggles with a mocking gaze.

No!

I can't stay here any longer!

I must find a way to enter the Yellow Springs Secret Realm and obtain the yellow springs demonic sword!

Only by obtaining that legendary Emperor's Weapon would he have the capital to overturn the board! Only then would he have the power to slaughter all his enemies and repay today's humiliation a thousandfold!

Suppressing the churning waves of killing intent and fear in his heart, Qin Feng's figure flickered. Like a ghost of despair, he vanished without a trace into the deeper darkness...

Top floor of the "Soul-Melting Den".

The deafening clamor finally roused Su Chen from the professional, soul-corrupting massage of the Octopus Demoness.

He lazily yawned, sat up, and frowned with some displeasure.

"What's all the noise outside? In the middle of the night, can't a person enjoy themselves properly?"

Qiu Yue walked to the window and glanced out. On her perpetually cold and aloof face, an extremely strange, twisted expression appeared—one that wanted to laugh but had to be forcibly restrained.

She turned back, her lips moving slightly as if she was struggling to find the words.

"Divine Son... You'd better see for yourself. This matter... is of no small importance."

"Oh?"

His curiosity piqued, Su Chen, holding a cup of iced Divine Happy Water, sauntered leisurely over to the window.

With just one glance.

"Pfft——!"

The Divine Happy Water he had just sipped was sprayed out at an extremely exaggerated angle, forming a perfect parabola that refracted a dreamlike luster under the demonic realm's eerie light.

"Cough... ahem! Cough, cough, cough!"

Su Chen choked violently, his handsome face flushed red as he desperately pounded his chest.

But his eyes remained glued to the light screen, shining as brightly as two ignited suns.

The scene playing was precisely the one that had shattered Qin Feng's Dao Heart and plunged him into utter despair.

After a brief, deathly silence.

"Haha... hic... hahahaha... HAHAHAHAHA!"

Su Chen first hugged his stomach, letting out a series of muffled laughs that sounded like hiccups.

Then, he could no longer hold back.

Laughter erupted like a mountain torrent, wildly echoing through the luxurious room. He laughed until he couldn't straighten up, finally just hugging his stomach and rolling back and forth on the soft animal skin rug, tears streaming from his eyes.

"Qin... Qin Three Seconds? Hahahaha! Who? Which peerless genius came up with that! I'm dying! A talent! This is absolutely a f*cking talent!"

Chun Hua and Qiu Yue watched their Divine Son laughing like a three-hundred-pound child and couldn't help but chuckle, their fragrant shoulders shaking.

[My heavens! The ultimate social death package! City-wide looped broadcast! That enchantress Liu Ruyan really knows how to play! This operation, this composition, this cinematography—it's practically performance art!]

[Look at Qin Feng's expression of questioning his entire life, and then look at Blood Rakshasa's disgust practically overflowing the screen. Perfection! I could watch this drama a hundred times without fast-forwarding!]

Laughing until he was out of breath, Su Chen completely collapsed on the rug. Pointing a finger at the window, he used all his strength to yell at Chun Hua in broken gasps:

"Quick! Chun Hua! Use the highest-definition Recording Divine Stone to capture this!"

"Multiple angles! Full coverage! Get all the close-up shots!"

"This is a historically precious recording, it must be preserved forever!"

[If I take this thing back to the Su Family and play it for the Seventh Elder and the others for fun, I bet the whole Family could collectively laugh their way through a cultivation Bottleneck! This has to be heirloom-level material!]

Sprawled out on the floor, Su Chen's wild laughter gradually subsided into a long, contented sigh.

This entertainment was just too top-tier!

This social death drama, directed by Liu Ruyan and witnessed live by Su Chen, had already far exceeded everyone's expectations in its impact.

And now, our Divine Son Su, after recording at least a hundred precious clips from different angles, finally began to feel a bit of... boredom.

[Watching this non-stop isn't fun anymore. It's time to go out for a walk.]

[I haven't tried that 'Deep-fried Eight-Armed Demon Spider Leg' Chun Hua mentioned.]

Su Chen stretched lazily and sat up from the soft couch, his eyes sparkling with the longing and anticipation of a foodie for an unknown delicacy.

He decided to go for a stroll in the Night Market.