Meeting of Two Ferocious Beasts

"What are you making?"

Shen Muxuan poked her head in and asked curiously.

Qin Yao blushed and quickly said, "Don't, don't look!"

"Let me see."

"You can't look!"

"Yaoyao, just let me see."

Watching the two girls playing around in the kitchen, An Yi breathed a slight sigh of relief.

His harem wasn't on fire!

They were getting along harmoniously.

It must be the effect of his damn, overflowing charm!

How could a true Boss persona be troubled by such trivial matters!

"An Yi!"

Qin Yao, blushing, poked her head out and waved to An Yi, who was lying on the sofa.

An Yi raised an eyebrow and asked alertly, "What are you doing?"

"I made a new dish. Come taste it and see if you like it," Qin Yao said playfully.

An Yi shook his head like a rattle drum. "No way, why don't you taste it yourself?"

"I don't dare."

An Yi: "..."

In the living room.

Lin Chen was wiping his Cloud-Splitting Tonfa with a towel.

Beside him, a one-eyed dog glared at him like a tiger watching its prey. It stared for a long time, and the atmosphere felt a bit frozen.

"I have no interest in dogs," Lin Chen said tactfully and indifferently.

Hong Tian glared at him with his single eye. "Who's looking at you!"

"Hong Tian, long time no see."

An old voice echoed from the jade pendant.

Hong Tian flicked his lighter, lit a Chunghwa cigarette, and blew a smoke ring. "It's been about five thousand years, hasn't it? Long time no see, Brother Long."

Lin Chen was slightly curious.

The two great ferocious beasts of ancient times were meeting again after five thousand years.

Long Tianyuan's aged voice carried a hint of envy. "The Heavenly Dog race truly has a long lifespan. Five thousand years have passed, and you are surprisingly still in your prime."

Hong Tian said faintly, "I just idled away the time. I stayed in that place and slept for five thousand years, and I only started aging after waking up."

Long Tianyuan felt somewhat melancholy.

Although Hong Tian currently had no power, he was at least free.

Meanwhile, his own true body was still sealed in the Immortal Gate World.

He had no idea when he would ever be unsealed.

Hong Tian flicked his cigarette ash. "Maybe one day, the three of us great beasts will be reunited."

"That guy Nie Xuan might have already broken his seal," Long Tianyuan said lightly.

He never had the slightest bit of goodwill toward Nie Xuan.

Back in the day, Nie Xuan fed on dragons, so there was constant friction between them.

Hong Tian blew a smoke ring and said indifferently, "Maybe that guy was never sealed in the first place!"

"What?"

Upon hearing this news, Long Tianyuan's voice instantly turned freezing cold.

"Don't be nervous, Brother Long, it's just a guess," Hong Tian said calmly.

However, his guess was based on facts.

If Nie Xuan had been sealed five thousand years ago, then where did Nie Chengwen come from?

Nie Chengwen claimed to be Nie Xuan's son.

This couldn't be faked!

Hong Tian could feel the power of the bloodline within him; he was undoubtedly a second-generation descendant.

But his age absolutely couldn't be five thousand years old.

Which meant that Nie Chengwen was born several millennia after Nie Xuan was supposedly sealed.

Did that mean Nie Xuan was never sealed at all!

Long Tianyuan sighed softly. "If he really hasn't been sealed, then we are in big trouble..."

"Poker Face, set the table, it's time to eat!"

Just then, An Yi walked over, carrying a large pot of steaming boiled instant noodles.

He had thought that Qin Yao could cook a decent meal, but he didn't expect that in the end, it would all fall on him.

Chef Qin, who had been busy all day, had been busy for nothing.

Qin Yao's face was slightly red as she said embarrassedly, "I didn't expect cooking to be harder than I thought."

"It's okay, Yaoyao, you already did great," Shen Muxuan comforted her.

An Yi said smugly, "Instant noodles are pretty good too. These are instant noodles made by the Master of the Hundred Ghosts Sect, who is also the Boss of the An Family Company, and the owner of the Lamborghini Veneno! They are different from ordinary instant noodles."

Before An Yi could finish, Lin Chen said to Qin Yao, "Don't eat this kind of junk food late at night; it's bad for your health."

"Poker Face, you can choose not to eat."

An Yi picked up some instant noodles, slurped a couple of mouthfuls, and said.

"It's really delicious!" Shen Muxuan praised.

Even though she had been eating all night at the night market, it didn't affect her appetite at all.

Qin Yao swallowed her saliva and said, "Save a portion for me too."

On the other side, Hong Tian spat out the instant noodles he had chewed twice.

"Is this meant for human consumption!" Hong Tian said angrily.

Where was the beef shown on the packaging!

It was so damn plain, even a dog wouldn't eat it!

"Your dog food is right here!"

An Yi said as he put down his bowl.

He grabbed a rope and dragged Qing Chan, who looked like a child, out from behind the door.

"H-hello..."

Qing Chan stuttered slightly.

"You want me to eat a toad?" Hong Tian said with unbelievable fury.

An Yi spoke up, "This toad is a Level Five Demonic Beast."

While he was speaking, Hong Tian's sharp teeth were already snapping toward Qing Chan's head.

"Don't, don't, I-I'll confess..."

Seeing Hong Tian's bloody maw, Qing Chan quickly screamed.

An Yi waved his hand and said, "Stop acting tough. I know people like you are usually upright and unyielding, preferring death to submission. Hong Tian, take a bite."

"N-no! I will tell you everything I know, without holding anything back!" Qing Chan shrieked.

This big dog was biting his head so hard it hurt.

"Shop!"

An Yi shouted in English, meaning to tell it to stop.

Hong Tian kept his mouth open, drool dripping from his teeth. "Damn it, An, am I eating it or not?"

An Yi couldn't be bothered to respond. He squatted down in front of Qing Chan and smiled. "Come on, say a few words. What exactly is the background of the Hundred Ghosts Sect Master?"

Initially, he had thought the Hundred Ghosts Sect was just an unranked faction.

The information online was also limited.

Now it seemed that the foundation of the Hundred Ghosts Sect was far more terrifying than he had imagined.

"The boss is just the boss..."

Qing Chan was a bit dumbfounded, but looking at Hong Tian's ferocious mouth, this clearly wasn't the answer they wanted.

He quickly added, "The boss is the Master of the Hundred Ghosts Sect, but we all come from another world. That world has spiritual energy and is much smaller than this one. I cultivated there for over two hundred years and was just selected as one of the Hundred Ghosts last year, so the boss sent me out to execute missions..."

Afraid of death, Qing Chan spilled everything he knew in one breath.

"Another world?"

An Yi frowned slightly.

Could it be the Ancient Continent...

No, the Ancient Continent was vastly larger than the secular world, not just by a little bit.

Moreover, as someone from the Ancient Continent, how could they not know the great name of An Yi.

"Does your boss have a black bird tattoo on his head?"

Hong Tian recalled and said faintly, "Specifically, on the left side of his face!"

Qing Chan nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice. "Yes, that's right."

"As expected..."

Hong Tian took a deep drag of his cigarette, a sharp gleam flashing in his single eye as sudden realization dawned on him.

That so-called Master of the Hundred Ghosts Sect, without a doubt, was Nie Xuan!

The world this little toad was talking about must be the world where Nie Xuan was sealed!

"As expected what! Stop damn smoking and keep talking! Stop keeping us in suspense!"

"You little brat, stop pulling my chain, damn it, let go! Let go!"

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