Chapter 75: Shameless and Wanton!

"Not bad. Your Ling Words possess fire attributes and are decent at breaking monster strength, but your control is far too crude. You must have just awakened."

Ling Words! So that was the name of this ability!

The long-haired youth spoke as he casually traced a circle in the air with his index finger. Within the 'Swastika Doom: Absolute Territory,' the explosion began to recede, condensing once more into a radiant, multicolored lotus.

"Lotus Blooming at a Thought: The World in Turmoil." As he finished, the lotus bloomed again, but this time, each petal unfolded with a subtle fragrance, delicate yet unmistakable.

If Mu You's creation was a mere semblance of a lotus, then the youth's summoned form was its very essence. The freshly golden-red petals appeared fragile, yet their graceful motion unleashed a devastating, suffocating power.

The observatory quickly collapsed in the center.

"Your control is indeed superior to mine, but my Ling Words aren't something just anyone can manipulate."

Mu You remained seated, for the Red Lotus's energy was so immense that even the youth's territory-type Ling Words could not fully contain it. No sooner had Mu You spoken than the lotus erupted once more.

Boom!

Mu You sneered inwardly. 'Lotus Blooming at a Thought: The World in Turmoil' was a Ling Word he had awakened just this morning, after consuming the Corpse Fragrance Snow Lotus nectar and undergoing fivefold death sentences. Was it so easily commanded by others?

Smoke billowed and gradually dissipated. The long-haired youth was enveloped in a multicolored shield, completely unharmed.

"I see now. Your Ling Words are still incomplete, making them extremely unstable. Boy, join my team. Life might just get a bit easier for you."

The long-haired man casually nudged the prone Mu You with his foot, the toe of his shoe striking Mu You's face, then turned to beckon his three teammates to gather.

"Oh dear, Brother Dragon Tongue, didn't you say it would just be the two of us? You went and recruited the strongest from Blocks D and G—I can tolerate that; after all, they're terrifyingly powerful. But this youth is nameless and powerless, and no one knows where he came from. Even the fifth-ranked resident of Block Twelve would be a better choice than him."

As Dragon Tongue turned, a woman instantly appeared before him, pouting and glaring at Mu You, her complaints sweet and coy.

"Little sister, when have I ever disappointed you?"

Dragon Tongue feigned an embrace, intending to pull the coquettish woman into his arms, but Mu You grabbed his ankle.

Dragon Tongue, intoxicated by the woman's hair scent, was startled that Mu You dared touch him. His eyes snapped open, a cold gleam flashing as he barked, "Let go!"

He then reversed his grip at Mu You, and the multicolored shield enveloped him. It vanished and reappeared, showing Mu You at the highest point of the sealed space. Dragon Tongue lifted his hand, the shield dissipated, and Mu You plummeted from above.

"Damn!"

Xu Chen's eyes turned red, ready to charge, but Wan Yan Zang held him back. Xuan Yao's hair turned blood red; throughout Block A, except for Jing Fei, everyone glared at Dragon Tongue and his group with hostility.

"Old man, what's wrong with you? Didn't you see how he humiliated our boss?"

Unable to break free, Xu Chen scowled at Wan Yan Zang. Xuan Yao glanced at Hu Lei, signaling to prepare for action.

"Is today your first day meeting Mu You? His abilities, his temperament—he's not someone who suffers losses."

Wan Yan Zang, seeing He Jing and the others’ suspicious gazes, hurriedly explained, marveling at how Mu You, despite his age, had so deeply won their trust.

"It's not just Mu You; it's Boss Mu. You've never called him that since the start. Remember, you were the one who nominated him as Boss of Block A..."

In the tense moment, An Ruxiang looked meaningfully at Wan Yan Zang, correcting this subtle error with utmost seriousness.

"Oh, isn't that Sister Ruxiang? You haven't even become the strongest in Block A? Looks like women, eh—no skills, no men, and relying on fragrance alone just won't cut it. Maybe now, even your scent can't compete with mine. Isn't that right, Dragon Tongue~~~Brother~~~?"

Seeing An Ruxiang, the woman thrust her palm-sized chest toward Dragon Tongue and began mocking sweetly, ignoring the surrounding chaos.

"Yes, my Zhenmei is the most fragrant."

Dragon Tongue continued to inhale Zhenmei's scent, reaching out to grasp Mu You mid-air once more. The shield enveloped Mu You, reappearing over and over, leaving him helplessly toyed with, unable to break free.

"Is it just fragrance? Am I not beautiful too?"

Zhenmei, dissatisfied with Dragon Tongue's answer, pounded his chest with her tiny fists, demanding haughtily.

Dragon Tongue was about to respond, but Zhenmei covered his mouth with her hand, speaking contentedly, "No need to answer; I know what you'd say..."

She wriggled and giggled, Dragon Tongue kissed her hand, holding her tighter.

"Heh..."

An Ruxiang watched coldly, her laughter cutting sharply through Zhenmei's giggles.

"My fragrance is innate. And yours? Oh right, yours is innate too..."

At the word 'innate,' Zhenmei's eyes flashed with envy and resentment, but as An Ruxiang admitted the same, Zhenmei's vanity soared, her body swaying seductively.

A faint green light flickered in An Ruxiang's eyes. Seeing Zhenmei's growing smile, she continued, "Innate... and shameless!"

Pfft...

Everyone couldn't help but laugh aloud. The contrast was clear—An Ruxiang's presence easily dwarfed Zhenmei, whose pretentious airs had instantly crumbled before An Ruxiang's quiet elegance.

"You! You, you!"

Zhenmei, first stifled, then mocked, stomped her feet in rage.

"No laughing! Stop it! Shut up, all of you!"

Infuriated, Zhenmei threw a vicious glare at the crowd. Her white eyes filled her sockets, her twisted face becoming even more frightening.

Bang, bang, bang!

Blood splattered. Those who had laughed found their eyes shattered under Zhenmei's horrifying glare, cries echoing ceaselessly.

Only now did everyone recall that this shameless woman was no ordinary person. Her strength was formidable. If Dragon Tongue was the undisputed number one in Block Twelve, Zhenmei was second. Yet her usual posturing lulled everyone into complacency.

"You wretch, you dare insult me?"

Zhenmei glared with those chilling white eyes at An Ruxiang and her group.

"Insult? I'm praising you. Didn't you hear? Shameless, wanton, vile!"

As An Ruxiang spoke, her eyes glowed bright green. On her cherry lips, a Ruyi Ba Luo blossom appeared—full, jade-white. She blew gently, petals scattered, fragrance blossomed, moon-shaped petals floated toward the still-screaming crowd.

"Wait, I can see again!"

"Thank heavens, I'm not blind!"

...

The crowd scattered, casting grateful glances toward An Ruxiang as they eyed Zhenmei with lingering fear.

"You!!"

"Your hypnotic fragrance doesn't work on me. Even if everyone else falls under its spell, I won't. You know that best."

An Ruxiang took up the thread, her tone carrying a hint of menace.

"Ah... this strange scent, I, Dragon Tongue, truly love it! Little lady, let me smell you!"

Dragon Tongue was transfixed by the Ba Luo flower's aroma, drooling as he approached An Ruxiang.

"Captain, Miss Zhenmei, shouldn't we escape while we still can?"

The strongest residents of Blocks D and G urged anxiously, seeing the countdown nearing its end.

"What's the hurry? My previous strength was only fifteen percent of the instructors'. But that was three months ago. Even if they unlock to twenty percent now, I can keep you alive. As for the others—who cares!"

Dragon Tongue declared arrogantly, unable to resist his overflowing desire. Under Zhenmei's longing gaze, he obsessed over An Ruxiang, drawing closer.

"Pretty one, join my team. I adore your scent!"

"Get lost!"

An Ruxiang retorted coldly, just as Dragon Tongue had to Mu You.

"I love women with attitude—makes me want to tame them!"

Dragon Tongue confined Mu You in a space above his head, ignoring him, reaching out, entranced, to caress An Ruxiang's fair face.

"Back off, touch me and you'll die miserably."

An Ruxiang repeated, now with a hint of swagger, coldly threatening him.

"Go on, make me suffer—make me suffer hard!"

The closer Dragon Tongue got, the more obsessed he became with that unique, virginal fragrance. He craved it, and everything connected to it.

An Ruxiang stood calmly, seemingly unafraid, composed and confident.

"You're not afraid? Or do you think that Mu You will save you?"

Dragon Tongue was puzzled by her composure.

An Ruxiang did not answer, but looked up at Mu You, who struggled, trapped in the multicolored shield.

"Foolish dreams, little beauty. I'll kill him now, sever your hope, and you'll belong to me!"

With that, Dragon Tongue aimed at Mu You suspended mid-air. Multicolored light flared as he clenched his hand.

Hearing his sentence pronounced, Mu You ceased struggling, pressing his hands against the shield. He slowly lowered his head, gazing down at all the beings below. His left eye was engulfed in blackness, a blood-red glow blazing at the pupil's center, a zigzag black lightning streak crossing his eye. His lips curled into a sinister, bloodthirsty smile.

Seeing Mu You's murderous, familiar smile, An Ruxiang, gazing up, smiled.

That smile—enchanting, captivating, unmatched.

The multicolored shield compressed rapidly. The dazzling light was soon overwhelmed by blood-red brilliance, shattering with a thunderous crack!

Blood—again, blood. The dim summit was gradually stained crimson. A gigantic golden-red wing unfurled slowly behind Mu You, radiance and intricate markings swirling. In that moment, Mu You descended like a god, surveying all below.

"Try to kill me, if you're so mighty!"

The blood wing covered Mu You's right eye. His eerie left eye—black irises, red pupils—fixed on Dragon Tongue, who instantly retreated into his own segmented space, watching Mu You warily as the scene transformed.

Mu You aimed the blood-red wing at Dragon Tongue.

"Since my fragrant sister told you to leave—then go... NOW!"