Chapter 141 The "ritual" of looting corpses after the war: it costs not only money but also lives.

As the earth-shattering phantom of the Empress dissipated, the core area of the Kunlun Secret Realm fell into a suffocating silence.

The air still held a terrifying pressure capable of crushing the bones of a Grandmaster.

On the ground, the once level grassland now looked as if it had experienced a magnitude-10 earthquake, filled with deep pits and fissures.

Between these fissures were figures in peculiar poses, kneeling like statues.

"Hoo... ru..."

The only thing breaking this silence was that rhythmic, incredibly peaceful sound of snoring.

Jiang Chen had his head buried in Mu Qingxue's soft neck, his hands clutching the slim waists of the two women like an octopus, sleeping soundly.

"This guy... just how big is his heart?"

Su Qingyue looked at the man sleeping sweetly in their arms and let out a helpless, bitter laugh.

Her once exquisite face was now stained with dust and blood, and her left arm, poisoned, had turned an eerie blue-purple, hanging limply by her side. Yet, her eyes held a sense of relief from surviving, and a trace of imperceptible... doting.

"Stop complaining."

Mu Qingxue adjusted her posture slightly, trying to make her numb side feel better. Her cold, clear eyes swept over the shivering survivors, and her voice instantly turned icy:

"While this residual pressure still lingers, we must quickly loot the battlefield. The commotion in this Secret Realm is too great; it will soon attract even more troublesome things."

"Loot the battlefield?"

Su Qingyue paused, then looked at Jiang Chen, "But... what do we do about these two human attachments? He doesn't seem to have any intention of letting go."

Indeed, at this moment, Jiang Chen was like superglue stuck to them.

If they moved even slightly, he would grumble dissatisfiedly, "Cold" or "Don't move," and then hug them tighter.

"Take him with us."

Mu Qingxue gritted her teeth, showing the decisiveness of an Imperial Capital mentor.

"We'll carry him. It just so happens we can use his pressure to deter those scoundrels who want to fish in troubled waters."

Thus, an extremely strange and visually striking scene appeared.

Two stunning beauties, though heavily injured, carried Jiang Chen between them like they were escorting a drunk old man, weaving through the ruins.

And this "old man," his feet never touching the ground, kept his eyes closed, snoring, and occasionally rubbed his face against the women's shoulders, looking for a more comfortable angle.

"Step... step one, let's find that culprit first."

Su Qingyue endured the sharp pain in her arm, her gaze locked onto a huge rock in the distance.

There, the Young Lord of the Tianying Sect, Lin Tianying, was embedded in the rock like a specimen.

Lin Tianying wasn't dead yet.

But he wished he were.

The excruciating pain of his shattered bones, combined with the fear originating from the depths of his Soul, left him on the verge of collapse.

When he saw the two "female gods of death" carrying the "sleeping demon" toward him, his pupils shrank to the size of needles.

"Don't... don't come over..."

Lin Tianying wanted to scream, but only a wheezing sound like a broken bellows came from his throat.

"Young Lord Lin, weren't you quite arrogant just now?"

Su Qingyue walked up to the rock, coldly looking at this face that once disgusted her, but now only evoked pity.

She held her sword in one hand (right hand) and used the tip to gently lift the Storage Pouch at Lin Tianying's waist.

"Wanted to turn us into Cauldrons? Wanted to kill us and seize our treasures? Why aren't you talking now?"

"Ugh... so noisy..."

Just then, Jiang Chen, who was being carried in the middle, suddenly frowned.

Although he wasn't awake, his body instinctively reacted to the "hostility."

His hand, which was originally hugging Su Qingyue's waist, suddenly let go and swung through the air with extreme naturalness.

"Slap!"

A crisp sound of a slap.

Lin Tianying's already deformed face was instantly twisted ninety degrees by this blow, and a few blood-stained teeth mixed with saliva flew out.

"I... my dad is the Sect Leader of the Tianying Sect... he is a half-step Martial Saint..."

Lin Tianying was weeping, trying to use his background to save his life.

"Slap!"

Another slap.

This time, it was a backhand.

Jiang Chen, eyes still closed, mumbled vaguely: "Where's that mosquito... buzzing around... still trying to leverage your dad? My dad is... is..."

He seemed to have gotten stuck, trying to remember who his dad was for a long time (after all, he started as an orphan), and finally, he impatiently added:

"Whoever it is, don't disturb my sleep."

Lin Tianying was completely desperate.

What kind of monster is this?

Not only can he accurately slap faces in his sleep, but he can also mock people?

"That's enough, don't kill him; we still need to ask for information."

Mu Qingxue stopped the third slap Jiang Chen might have delivered—that one looked aimed at his crown.

She skillfully stripped the Storage Pouch, protective jade pendant, and even the boots with Spirit-traveling runes from Lin Tianying's feet.

Her movements were smooth and flowing, showing none of the airs of a Saintess from a prestigious sect; instead, she looked like an experienced repeat offender.

"What are you looking at?"

Mu Qingxue felt the shocked gazes of the "kneeling clan" around them and snorted, "These are spoils of war. If you don't want to end up like him, hand over everything valuable on you."

As soon as these words were spoken, a "clatter" sound erupted all around.

The Loose Cultivators who were still harboring delusions, and the surviving clerics of the Church, where would they dare to talk back now? They all threw out their Storage Rings, wands, and magic cores, fearing they would be slapped to death by that "sleeping demon" if they were too slow.

"Rich... we're rich..."

Su Qingyue looked at the small mountain of treasures, her eyes glowing.

"There are tens of thousands of high-Rank Spirit Stones here alone! And this Holy Light staff of the Church, although broken, the gems on it are top-tier light-element Materials!"

[System Prompt: Detected a large amount of high-energy substances (spoils of war).]

[host current status: In deep sleep.]

[Activating "Automatic Looting" mode.]

Just as the two women were about to bend down to pick them up, a faint ripple of Mental Energy suddenly emanated from Jiang Chen.

The next second, the Spirit Stones, Medicinal Pills, and treasures on the ground seemed to have grown legs, automatically flying up and lining up to enter the System space at Jiang Chen's waist (disguised as a Storage Pouch).

"This..."

Su Qingyue was stunned, "Is this the legendary... making money while lying down?"

"Don't just stand there."

Mu Qingxue accepted it quite quickly; she glanced at Jiang Chen's slightly relaxed brow, "He's absorbing this energy, his Mental Energy should recover a bit faster. We need to find a safe place to heal; your arm cannot be delayed any longer."

Just as the three were about to leave.

Beside that pile of scrap metal (the former Tyrant-class mecha) in the distance, a faint buzzing of electricity suddenly came.

Inside a mecha wreckage with its lower half crushed, a red warning light flashed.

"Beep... Data... upload complete..."

"Target... danger Rank... corrected to... SSS Rank..."

"Requesting... Headquarters... to initiate... 'God-Slayer' plan..."

Mu Qingxue keenly caught this sound.

She flicked her ice sword, and a blast of cold air instantly froze the wreckage completely.

"Tianli Research Institute... these lunatics really left a contingency plan."

Mu Qingxue's expression was grave, "Our location is exposed. Next, I'm afraid there will be even stronger pursuit."

"What are you afraid of?"

Su Qingyue looked at the man beside her who was still sleeping soundly, a confident arc curling at the corner of her mouth.

"As long as this 'human-shaped walking nuclear weapon' is here, no matter how many come, they're just delivering food."

Jiang Chen seemed to understand this compliment.

He smacked his lips in his sleep, his body leaning forward slightly, and his entire weight pressed onto the two women again.

"Hungry... want to eat... milk... custard buns..."

"..."

The two women's faces instantly turned red to the roots of their necks.

Su Qingyue looked down at her well-endowed chest, then at Mu Qingxue's equally proud curves, and pinched Jiang Chen's waist in shame and anger.

"Eat your head! Hold it in for me!"

The sun set in the west.

On this ruined Secret Realm filled with blood and slaughter, two stunning figures carried a man in pajamas, casting long shadows under the sunset.

Although the road ahead was fraught with crises, although powerful enemies lurked behind.

But at this moment, there was an eerily warm... sense of a family of three?