Smash Your Damn Heads

Qing Lan is, is...

Being stared at intently by Shen Muxuan, An Yi felt beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

It just goes to show—nothing good ever comes from being too full!

This girl’s intelligence was back in full force!

Up ahead, a burly man suddenly appeared, clad in black armor, blocking the middle of the road!

An Yi suddenly shouted excitedly, "Someone’s here!"

Shen Muxuan’s expression instantly tensed up.

Wait, this doesn’t make sense. They weren’t far from Yida Plaza—how could someone be this brazen?

An Yi pondered, leisurely steering the car to the roadside before stepping out of the driver’s seat, still holding Shen Muxuan’s hand.

So many idiots today—he was practically sick of fighting.

"Rank 72 of the Hidden Dragon List, Kui Long. I request a match!"

The black-armored Kui Long grinned.

An Yi raised an eyebrow.

"Rank 72? What gives you the right to challenge me?"

"Hey, Bai Xiu, how’s it going on your end?"

An Yi’s lazy voice came through.

"Already handled. What about you?"

Bai Xiu disassembled his short spear and picked up his phone, which was on speaker.

"Ran into a bunch of clueless thugs—took out a few already. Feels like I’ve got a target on my back from that damn Hidden Dragon List. This is the fourth one today."

Bai Xiu glanced at Tang Qingqing beside him before lowering his voice. "Be careful. Rumor has it every martial arts sect in Great Xia is hunting for tokens to the Hongtian Secret Realm. They’ve gone mad."

An Yi’s voice turned serious. "In that case, Bai Xiu, why don’t you—"

Bai Xiu abruptly ended the call and turned to Tang Qingqing, demanding, "What’s your real goal here?"

"No goal. Originally, I just wanted to go on a date, maybe find a sugar daddy. Then I heard tokens were popping up around here, so I figured I’d join the scramble."

Tang Qingqing sucked on a lollipop, her lips curling into a smirk. "With the Hongtian Secret Realm about to open, all of Great Xia is in chaos. The martial world is drenched in blood over these tokens. And guess what? That shameless friend of yours has two of them."

Bai Xiu frowned in thought.

Hongtian Secret Realm? He only had one pendant.

The system described it as the "core key" to the Hongtian Secret Realm.

What the hell was a "core key"?

Was it the same as the tokens Tang Qingqing mentioned?

Tang Qingqing perched on the table, crossing her slender, snow-white legs as she pulled the lollipop from her mouth. "Ever thought about joining the Tang Family?"

"The Tang Family?"

Bai Xiu’s expression turned cold. "You’re from Western Shu’s Tang Family?"

Tang Qingqing smiled. "What, surprised?"

Like the Five Poisons Sect, the Tang Family specialized in toxins and hidden weapons.

But what they were truly famous for was their mechanical arts.

In the martial world, they walked the line between righteousness and villainy.

"I’m a student. Not interested in joining any martial sects right now." Bai Xiu yawned, exhaustion creeping in.

He hadn’t slept all day—he was seriously tired.

Tang Qingqing suddenly seemed to remember something and smiled. "My mistake. I forgot you’re already part of the Asura Gate."

"The Asura Gate?"

Bai Xiu was baffled for a moment before recalling—yeah, that was technically a thing.

But back then, it was just a joke between him, Qin Shan, and Liu Dachao.

Acknowledge An Yi as his boss?

No way! That guy was too shameless!

What kind of leader acted like such a dog?

"The Asura Gate is impressive. Small in numbers, but every member is elite. I thought only the leader, An Yi, and Lin Chen were top-tier. Didn’t expect you to be this strong too. At this rate, your name will be on the Hidden Dragon List tomorrow."

Tang Qingqing’s explanation only deepened her own astonishment.

After all, the Hidden Dragon List was typically dominated by disciples from major sects with powerful backing.

Yet these three—all of them had strength worthy of the list!

And that wasn’t even the full picture.

This dead-eyed kid had taken on three opponents alone. By tomorrow, he’d easily break into the top fifty.

And this might not even be his limit.

Who could say whether An Yi had only revealed the tip of the iceberg?

Bai Xiu stowed his spear, drowsiness weighing on him. "Not interested. I’m out."

"Wait!"

Tang Qingqing stopped him.

Bai Xiu turned, voice flat. "What now?"

"Take this. You really dared to touch me? Got a death wish?"

She tossed him a small vial.

Bai Xiu caught it, confused—then his eyes widened.

He looked down at his hand.

Sure enough, it had turned pitch black.

Bai Xiu’s face paled.

"Your tits are poisonous???"

"Lucky you only touched. If you’d used your mouth, you’d be dead by now."

Tang Qingqing chuckled, swaying her alluring figure as she strode out of the hall.

This woman!

Bai Xiu applied the antidote, heart pounding.

The toxin had lurked deep. At first, nothing seemed wrong—then, in the blink of an eye, his entire arm blackened.

Any later, and he might’ve lost the hand!

Yida Plaza.

Though the weather was mild, the midday crowd was sparse.

A beat-up taxi rattled to a stop by the curb.

An Yi stepped out, still holding Shen Muxuan’s hand.

Shen Muxuan pouted. "An Yi, why are you holding my hand all the time?"

Holding hands was one thing, but today, he hadn’t let go for a second.

From waking up, to the bathroom, changing clothes, driving, eating, fighting, even jumping off buildings—

No matter what, he refused to release her.

Her little brain couldn’t make sense of it.

Even if Einstein were here, he wouldn’t have an answer.

An Yi’s face was stern, his tone resolute. "Don’t ask. It’s a matter of male pride!"

"O... okay."

Shen Muxuan sighed, resigning herself to his grip.

After leaving the Hilton Hotel,

An Yi had fought off three groups of attackers on the way to Yida Plaza. Only then did their pursuers thin out.

"So, where to now?" Shen Muxuan asked.

An Yi grinned. "We’re here—let’s get you some clothes."

"Is this really the right time?" Shen Muxuan murmured.

With so many people after them...

"Same risk anywhere. May as well relax."

An Yi shrugged, studying Shen Muxuan’s pale face. Hesitating, he asked, "Are you scared?"

Shen Muxuan shook her head vigorously. "Not at all! Wherever you go, I’ll follow. Don’t you dare leave me behind!"

"Deal."

An Yi’s lips curved into a smile.

Not far from Yida Plaza’s Golden Street was a narrow alley.

"Listen, miss, I’ve heard of that Jing Xuan. A young girl, right? I know her well—super familiar. I’ll take you to her."

A bespectacled man leered as he directed a stunningly beautiful woman in ancient attire. "See? Just up ahead."

A scruffy-looking guy with dyed hair chimed in, "Yeah, yeah! We’re good friends with Jing Xuan. Super close."

The woman stopped coldly. "What name did you just say?"

"Jing Xuan...?"

The bald man and the dyed-hair youth exchanged uncertain glances.

The woman’s voice turned icy. "Her name is Muxuan."

"Cough, same thing! We’re from out of town—thick accents, you know? Of course we meant Muxuan! Right, Ji?"

"Yeah, yeah! Muxuan!"

The dyed-hair youth rubbed his hands together, heart racing at the sight of the woman’s beauty.

He and the glasses-wearing guy were longtime partners.

A beauty like this? They wouldn’t even dare dream of her—yet here she was in the flesh.

The ancient-clad woman said coldly, "How dare you deceive me? I'll smash your heads in!"

"Don't worry, don't worry! We absolutely wouldn't!"

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