178: Chapter 178 Think it through before you answer!

"Ugh...!"

A groan of pain rang out.

Xia Li's originally flushed face instantly drained of all color, becoming as pale as paper.

Large beads of cold sweat rolled down her forehead, soaking her hair.

Seeing her features contorted in such agony, any lingering amorous thoughts in Lu Yuan's mind vanished into thin air.

He lunged upward and scrambled to his feet.

His heart was in a state of extreme panic.

He instinctively thought his movements had been too rough just now, re-breaking the bones she had just had set.

Enduring the excruciating pain of her soul being torn apart, Xia Li reached out a trembling, pale hand and gently caressed Lu Yuan's cheek.

"I'm... I'm sor-ry..."

Looking at Lu Yuan's anxious eyes, a single tear slid from the corner of her eye, her voice weak to the extreme.

The atmosphere had been so perfect, they were right on the verge of it, yet she had messed it up once again.

Lu Yuan grabbed her cold hand tightly, his eyes reddening with heartache, though his tone remained habitually domineering:

"Shut up! What are you apologizing for!"

"I smashed dozens of legendary potions to bring you back; your life belongs to me now!"

"Without my permission, you are not allowed to die!"

"Hold on! I'll treat you right now!"

Listening to his unreasonable and overbearing words, the corners of Xia Li's mouth pulled into a faint, reassured curve with great difficulty.

"Don't worry, I won't die..."

"Then... you, you'll have to keep owing me..."

She wanted to say more, but her whole body began to shake violently from the pain. Her eyes closed, and she fainted from the sheer agony.

"Noah! Noah!"

Lu Yuan's eyes were bloodshot with anxiety as he roared loudly.

"Scan her quickly! Did I press down on her wound!"

As he roared anxiously, he rapidly opened his spatial backpack, pulling out handfuls of legendary recovery potions without the slightest hesitation.

From the ceiling of the Dimensional Bedroom, a deep blue scanning beam instantly descended, sweeping over Xia Li's body from head to toe.

The mechanical voice of the AI Noah quickly rang out:

[Ding! Scan complete, Master!]

[The mistress's bodily functions have basically recovered!]

[Current detection shows no danger to life.]

[Warning! Detected an unknown Divine Seal Mark planted on the mistress!]

[Analyzing...]

[In progress...]

[Error! Error!]

[Current database information is insufficient; unable to analyze the specific attributes of the mark!]

Hearing Noah's report, Lu Yuan's previously panicked expression instantly darkened.

A Divine Seal Mark?

He was no stranger to this term.

This thing was just like the Abyss Pursuit Mark that Abyssal Lord Leviathan had planted on him back then—it was like a maggot in the bone.

With cold eyes, Lu Yuan carefully propped up the unconscious Xia Li.

He fed an incredibly precious [Golden Legendary Purification Potion] into her mouth.

However.

The purification potion turned into a mass of soft white light and merged into Xia Li's body, but it was like a clay ox entering the sea, failing to cause even the slightest ripple.

Xia Li's tightly furrowed brows still did not relax.

"Why isn't it working?" Lu Yuan's voice sank.

Noah's mechanical voice rang out again:

"Reporting to Master, the Divine Seal Mark is a curse originating from the soul, involving high-level divine laws."

"Unless the caster's true body is killed directly, or a [Mythic Grade] potion that transcends divinity is used."

"Aside from that, conventional purification methods cannot forcibly remove it."

"Tch..."

Lu Yuan clicked his tongue in extreme irritation, the killing intent in his eyes almost condensing into substance.

The temperature around him instantly dropped to freezing, and even the air inside the entire Dimensional Bedroom began to show faint ripples of distortion.

Setting aside the fact that he'd been forced to stop, some piece of trash actually dared to mark his woman!

This wasn't just a provocation.

This was touching Lu Yuan's reverse scale!

He suppressed the surge of rage that wanted to destroy everything and carefully laid Xia Li back down on the bed.

He pulled over the soft silk quilt and meticulously covered her.

Then, Lu Yuan strode out of the bedroom.

Outside the war vehicle, the members of the Red Wolf Guild, who were laughing and chatting while cleaning up the battlefield, suddenly shuddered in unison.

A suffocating and terrifying pressure erupted from the tank's turret, enveloping the entire base.

Everyone looked up in terror at Lu Yuan, whose killing intent was laid bare. No one dared to even breathe loudly.

Following that.

Lu Yuan's voice was as cold as if it came from the nine layers of hell:

"Lin Zihao, Zhao Meng!"

"Bring every single Indian in the Far East Hub who's still breathing to me!"

"I have questions to ask!"

...

At the same time.

Deep within the endless void, inside a magnificent divine palace.

"Boom!"

A massive crash echoed.

Indra, face contorted in rage, smashed a huge stone pillar carved with countless female forms with a single punch.

As stone fragments flew, the other divine servants in the hall knelt on the ground in fear, trembling.

Just now, the cursed Divine Seal he had left on that lower-realm woman had actually sent back a strange and violent fluctuation!

This kind of vibration would only be triggered when the host's emotions underwent a massive upheaval, or when their mental and physical defenses were completely opened to another person.

Someone was touching the prey he had his eyes on!

And it was incredibly intimate contact!

"Damned human ants!"

Indra's massive face, covered in a thousand eyes, was filled with twisted jealousy and fury.

"The woman this god has set his sights on—you lowly mortals dare to lay a finger on her?!"

"To dare touch this god's forbidden plaything, this god will make you wish you were dead, and your soul shall fall eternally into the Avici Hell!"

Violent divine might ravaged the hall, unceasing, causing even the surrounding astral space to tremble.

And so.

In this turbulent Wasteland World.

By his own efforts alone, Lu Yuan had starkly offended the two high-and-mighty gods of India.

Or to put it another way.

These two unlucky gods of India had, in their own search for death, offended the one tyrant they should never have provoked: the Red Wolf.

...

...

That evening.

A wild wind laced with the scent of blood blew across the wasteland.

Tens of thousands of Indian survivors were escorted by a dense formation of Red Wolf war vehicles to the front of that mountain-like heavy tank.

These people were almost entirely Dalit and Shudra low-caste commoners.

Dressed in rags and thin as sticks, they watched the surrounding fully armed "Red-clad Thugs" with eyes full of terror.

Expressionless, Lu Yuan leapt down from the tank's towering turret.

With a "thud," he landed steadily in front of the crowd.

"Everyone, I've brought you all this way just to gather some information."

Lu Yuan's voice wasn't loud, but through the loudspeaker, it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"One of our people has been planted with an unknown Divine Seal by that Indra or whatever you summoned."

"Anyone who can provide clues about this bullshit deity will be heavily rewarded!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

In the crowd, an Indian man in tattered clothes suddenly stood up and spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm toward Lu Yuan.

"Bah!"

"You brutal Rakshasa Demon!"

"How dare you blaspheme our great Lord God!"

The scene of Lu Yuan blowing apart Shivas Manifestation with a single shot was something almost all the surviving Indians had witnessed with their own eyes.

As devout believers who had been brainwashed for years.

Facing the enemy who had slain their god, the fanaticism and hatred in their eyes even outweighed their fear of death.

"Even if we die, the great god will receive our souls!"

"We will never tell a demon like you a single word!"

Lu Yuan's gaze instantly became cold to the extreme.

No wind-up, no warning.

He abruptly raised his right hand.

"Bang!"

A crisp gunshot pierced the silence of the evening.

The Indian who had been shouting madly a second ago had his head burst open like a rotten watermelon, his headless corpse falling straight into a pool of blood.

Standing to the side, Lin Zihao shuddered violently, staring blankly at the scene.

Boss?

He had followed Lu Yuan for so long, yet this was the first time he had seen his boss kill a "white-named" civilian with zero sin value.

He hadn't even blinked.

It seemed that this time, for Sister Li's sake, the boss was truly, deeply enraged!

With a cold expression, Lu Yuan blew away the smoke from the gun's muzzle.

He stepped over the corpse on the ground and pressed the dark muzzle directly against the forehead of another Indian nearby.

"I'm not here to listen to your nonsense."

Lu Yuan looked down at the Indian, who was so terrified he had wet his pants, his voice like the whisper of the God of Death.

"Think carefully before you answer."