168: This script is wrong! How did it become me stealing a man?

When Su Chen and Ling Qingzhu walked out of the inn side by side, the clamor of the entire long street seemed to be choked by an invisible giant hand.

Dead silence.

The gazes of all the devil cultivators were like iron filings attracted by a magnet, firmly welded onto those two people.

Especially when they saw those two... holding hands.

That man had just shattered the Dao Heart of the Saintess of the Joyful Union Sect a few days ago.

Now, he was parading through the city while holding the hand of another mysterious woman with an even colder temperament and a more exquisite figure!

What was this?

This was rubbing salt into the wounds of every male being in Ten Thousand Demon City, and incidentally performing a Dance of the Heavenly Demons on top of it!

"Is something wrong with my devil eyes? That woman's temperament... is so pure she doesn't seem like someone from the Devil Domain at all!"

"More than that! Look where she walks; the filthy devil blood on the ground automatically avoids her! What level of Dust-Cleansing Spiritual Incantation is this?!"

"Crazy, the world has gone completely crazy! Just what kind of Ancient Devil God Reincarnation is that man? Why do all the top-tier beauties in the world rush to stick to him one after another?!"

The sourness of jealousy almost corroded a large hole in the air of Ten Thousand Demon City.

Su Chen felt like a rare white peacock thrown into a monkey mountain, being heartlessly watched, scrutinized, and dissected by thousands of gazes.

He felt uncomfortable all over, his social anxiety DNA sounding a piercing alarm within his body.

[Good heavens, this is practically a public execution!]

[I just wanted to eat some barbecue quietly, why do I have to endure this kind of pain of being in the spotlight?]

[Also, why is this woman's hand so cold, and... and it's sweating? So she's nervous too?]

[Fine, if two people are awkward together, the pain seems to be halved.]

He stole a glance at Ling Qingzhu beside him.

She still wore a thin veil over her face, walking calmly with her eyes straight ahead, maintaining the perfect air of a cold goddess.

But Su Chen could clearly see that her jade-like earlobes were already so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

It turned out she was just hanging on.

Su Chen's irritable heart suddenly settled down a lot.

The two of them walked forward in silence under the baptism of countless gazes, the atmosphere subtle.

Just then.

A scream filled with endless resentment and madness tore through the eerie silence of the long street.

"Young Master—!"

It was Hua Nongying!

She looked like a mad demon, rushing out from the shadows of a street corner, her eyes bloodshot, her luxurious palace dress full of wrinkles, no longer possessing any of the poise of a Sect Master.

In her eyes, the hands of Su Chen and Ling Qingzhu joined together were the most malicious curse in the world, a sharp sword piercing through all her pride and theories!

All her plans, all her calculations, had become a huge joke!

That woman had done nothing, just held his hand, and she had obtained everything Hua Nongying dreamed of, even things she didn't dare hope for in her theories!

Why?!

"You are the man I've set my eyes on! No one can snatch you away from me!"

Hua Nongying completely lost her mind.

She pushed her Great Saint cultivation to the limit!

Boom—!

A surge of Devilish Qi, a hundred times more intense than the pink Qi Hua Yingxue had previously used, instantly enveloped a hundred-foot radius like a volcanic eruption!

This was no longer seduction.

It was the most overbearing and unreasonable plunder!

The Devilish Qi transformed into countless pink Law chains, rushing towards Su Chen frantically, intending to abduct him on the spot!

The surrounding devil cultivators were horrified and retreated frantically, fearing they would be touched by even a bit of these collapsing Laws.

Ling Qingzhu's phoenix eyes turned cold.

Without the slightest hesitation, she instantly pulled Su Chen behind her. Her spiritual power, belonging to a Saint of the Nine Heavens Peak, surged forth, and the jade pool mirror within her body was ready to go.

However, she hadn't even had the chance to make a move.

[Holy crap! This actress again?]

[Today's script is a marriage kidnapping? This acting is even more exaggerated than yesterday! What's the use of just shouting? At least squeeze out a couple of tears!]

[This pink smoke special effect is probably worth fifty cents; there's no improvement at all. The production crew is too poor.]

Su Chen's inner monologue was only halfway through.

Spring Flower behind him moved.

Her cute face, which always carried a soft smile, turned slightly cold toward the Hehuan Sect Master, Hua Nongying.

An indescribable, terrifying pressure flashed out from her small body, directed solely at Hua Nongying.

It wasn't Saintly Might, nor was it Imperial Might.

It was a kind of looking down from a higher dimension, originating from the level of life itself, upon a lower being.

As if an Immortal high in the Nine Heavens had inadvertently glanced at an ant on the ground baring its fangs and claws.

The pink Devilish Qi chains rushing towards Su Chen, upon contact with this pressure, instantly melted away inch by inch like snow under the blazing sun, vanishing into thin air!

Hua Nongying was even more struck as if by lightning!

Her whole body froze in place, the madness on her face instantly replaced by an endless fear originating from the deepest part of her Soul.

In the depths of her Divine Soul, it was as if a cold, majestic, and unquestionable voice was delivering a final ultimatum to her.

—"Begone."

Just a single word.

Yet it made Hua Nongying feel as if her Dao Heart, Divine Soul, and even her very existence were about to be completely erased by that gaze!

She saw it... she saw the shadow cast by an Immortal!

That was a taboo she could never understand, let alone contend with!

"Puff—!"

A mouthful of heart's blood mixed with fragments of her Dao Heart sprayed out.

Hua Nongying's body moved even faster than when she came, like a terrified dog with its spirit broken, scrambling and crawling into the depths of the alley, vanishing instantly.

The whole process was so fast that Su Chen hadn't even reacted.

He just saw the actress rush over like crazy, and then run away vomiting blood like crazy.

On the long street, a deathly silence fell once again.

[What's the situation? Vomiting blood and running away halfway through the performance?]

[Are actors nowadays so unprofessional? Not enough funding?]

[Or is this... some kind of new performance art? It's too profound; I don't quite understand.]

Su Chen looked bewildered.