72: Multiple parties in a standoff! A treasure trove has been assembled to make a mahjong table!

Countless ridiculous guesses flashed through Su Chen's mind in an instant, and he felt like his head was about to explode.

One fake was already enough for him to handle, and now another mentally unstable Ice Block Face had arrived.

Can this mission get any worse?!

Behind him, the moment Ye Linghan saw Ling Qingzhu, a flash of astonishment crossed her bewitching phoenix eyes.

But that astonishment was immediately replaced by an even more intense light called "excitement."

[Giggle... Interesting, truly interesting!]

[The 'aggrieved little wife' actually chased us all the way here? Looking at her murderous appearance, does she want a piece of the pie too?]

[This game is getting more and more fun! This is much more stimulating than a simple theft!]

Instead of feeling any tension, Ye Linghan felt that this sudden "third party" added the perfect seasoning to this dull game.

Just as the two were lost in their own thoughts.

Outside the passage, that cold figure moved.

Ling Qingzhu slowly raised her head.

Her eyes, as cold and clear as winter stars, pierced through the darkness and locked precisely onto the two figures inside the passage.

When she clearly saw those two identical faces, her pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.

Two!

There were actually two!

Seeing these two "Su Chens" appear at the same time with her own eyes, the visual impact still caused ripples in her Dao Heart once again.

Her gaze swept back and forth between the two.

One stood in front with a solemn expression, his eyes carrying a hint of the panic and distaste she was familiar with, his body even subconsciously trying to shrink back.

The other stood behind with a playful expression, a wicked smile on his lips, his eyes full of disdain and dominance over everything, looking her over with great interest as if admiring an intriguing collectible.

The real and fake Su Chen, gathered together!

Ling Qingzhu suppressed the churning emotions in her heart; she knew that tonight was the final chance to unravel all the mysteries!

She gripped the Ice Crystal Longsword in her hand, its tip pointing from afar at the two inside the passage.

Her voice was cold and devoid of emotion, yet it stirred layers of echoes in the cavernous treasury.

"Which of you is the real one?"

The voice carried an unquestionable tone of judgment.

Hearing this, Su Chen's heart skipped a beat, feeling as if that cold Sword Intent was already pressed against his forehead.

[It's over! We're toast! This is the rhythm of an on-the-spot confrontation!]

[No, at a time like this, I absolutely cannot admit it! Admitting it would be equivalent to exposing my original body's salted fish plan, which would be even more troublesome then! I won't admit it even if it kills me!]

Su Chen made a split-second decision: keep playing dumb!

Better a Fellow Daoist die than me; let the fake Su Chen behind me deal with it!

Behind him, hearing Ling Qingzhu's interrogation, the curve of Ye Linghan's lips became increasingly wicked.

Ye Linghan decided to continue watching the show.

Just as the three parties were in a standoff and the atmosphere grew tense to the freezing point, even the air beginning to condense into crystals.

A charming, bone-melting chuckle drifted out from another corner of the treasury without warning.

"Giggle..."

"Two Divine Sons Su, and Sister Qingzhu, everyone is here to 'take' things, why so much anger?"

The voice seemed to possess a strange magic, actually able to penetrate Ling Qingzhu's Sword Intent Domain and ring precisely in everyone's ears.

"Why not sit down, have a cup of tea, and chat?"

"Perhaps, we can... 'make a fortune' together?"

As the words fell.

A woman in a black dress with an enchanting figure and a fox mask on her face stepped slowly out of the shadows deep within the treasury like a ghost.

She moved with light steps, her posture as elegant as if she were strolling in her own back garden.

In her hand, she also carried a tea tray made of South Sea Warm Jade.

On the tea tray were exactly four cups of steaming, fragrant, top-tier Enlightenment Spirit Tea.

It was precisely the Saintess of the Nine Nether Demonic Cult, Liu Ruyan!

Seeing this woman emerge from the shadows with a tea tray, Su Chen felt his blood pressure instantly soar to the breaking point.

His mind buzzed, going blank.

[Fuck!!!]

[Another one?! And she's fucking bringing tea?!]

[Did I fucking stumble into a nest of women?! A Righteous Path Saintess, a Demonic Path enchantress, and a fake who popped out of nowhere to imitate me—are we holding a Peach Banquet here?!]

[Are we here to steal things today, or to have a tea party?! Do you all have some kind of misunderstanding about the word "steal"?!]

[Even a buy-one-get-one-free deal isn't like this! System, come out, I want to apply for workers' comp! I want to complain! This dungeon's difficulty is way off the charts!]

Su Chen looked at this bizarre "three missing one" mahjong game before him—an icy Fairy blocking the door, a charming demoness serving tea, and a lunatic watching the show from behind.

For the first time, he felt a deep doubt toward his proud "salted fish Dao Heart."

He now just wanted to vanish on the spot.

Then return to the Su Family, hug his pillow, and sleep until the end of time!

This world is too dangerous!