The Only Male Emperor in a Female-dominated World

Chapter 167 Fu Min

In the evening, Chen Lingjun stood behind the screen in knee-length pajamas.

With a wave of his right hand, a corpse puppet appeared in the bathtub.

The woman was wearing a black robe, with her two crystal clear legs exposed.

Upward, it is...

Chen Lingjun's old face turned red, and he cursed himself inwardly as a beast for having such improper thoughts about the corpse puppet.

It has to be said that this woman was the most beautiful he had ever seen in his life, both in figure and appearance.

Her beauty seems to be carefully carved by God, and every part of her exudes charming charm.

Even compared with her cheap master Chen Yanran, the latter is slightly inferior.

Chen Lingjun took off the black robe for it and wiped every part of the corpse puppet clean with a towel.

Then change him into clean clothes.

"It's much more pleasing to the eye."

Chen Lingjun placed the corpse puppet beside the table and admired his masterpiece.

I gently pinched her fair and tender face, and it felt like a freshly picked peach, soft and cool, as if it had just been taken out of the refrigerator.

It also looks like a piece of tender tofu that has just been placed on the snow, delicate and smooth, making people want to touch it a few more times.

If he didn't know, he would definitely think this was a living person.

"Isn't he going to come back to life?"

Chen Lingjun suddenly thought of it.

But this idea was quickly forgotten.

How could a monk who had been dead for tens of millions of years be resurrected?

After all, he had never heard of such a thing.

You must know that once a cultivator dies, his soul and spiritual energy will quickly dissipate and turn into nothingness.

Even if the body does not decay, it is of no use at all.

At most, you can be trained as a corpse puppet like this and live in the world in another way.

He flipped his left hand and golden scissors appeared in his palm.

Chen Lingjun bit his fingertips and dripped his blood into them.

The golden scissors sucked greedily like a bottomless pit.

Two hours later, waves of dizziness came over me.

"That's it for today."

He put away the golden scissors, turned over and fell asleep.

In the silent night, a red light flashed in the female corpse's eyes.

The next second, she slowly raised her head, a look of confusion on her beautiful face.

"Squeak..."

At this time, two bats flew into the room, kept calling in the woman's ears, and uttered ancient spells.

The confusion on the female corpse's face slowly disappeared, and then she lowered her head and returned to normal.

Two bats flew out of the window and stood far away on the roof, observing silently.

Late at night, a few wisps of black smoke slowly drifted into the room.

After a moment, a white shadow quietly pushed open the window and tiptoed in.

The figure turned around and suddenly found a woman standing beside the table in the dark, staring at her.

"Your dad!"

The figure was startled.

After a careful observation, she breathed a sigh of relief, "Damn it, which psychopath put the body here in the middle of the night? I was scared to death."

The figure walked over to the bed.

I saw a very handsome man sleeping soundly on the bed, seemingly unaware of anything.

Gulu~

The figure swallowed, an infatuated look on his face.

"There are such handsome men in the world. I'm going to make a fortune now."

The figure hurriedly took off his clothes and jumped onto the bed impatiently.

Boom!

Chen Lingjun turned over and kicked the figure hard in the abdomen.

The figure vomited blood, flew backwards, and smashed the table into pieces.

"You are so brave, you dare to pick flowers from my body."

Chen Lingjun flew forward and took out the Golden Crow Sword.

As the sword flashed, a sword sun flew out and headed towards the figure's head.

At the critical moment, a figure flashed like a ghost, and his steps became erratic in an instant.

He moved his body in a strange and swift manner, with every step being just right, perfectly avoiding the attacks.

The sword pierced the houses and left thousands of sword marks on the streets.

"You're not unconscious?"

The figure was extremely surprised.

Chen Lingjun ignored him and fired two thunder fingers.

The Yongyang Divine Body is immune to all poisons, and this is not just talk.

After the spiritual sense was used to investigate, the figure's face appeared clearly in the mind.

The woman was wearing white clothes, with a book fan stuck in her waist and bangs in her hair.

He has an average face and a very small body.

"Book Shield!"

The woman formed seals with her hands, and a golden book appeared in front of her.

puff!

The next second, the thunder finger pierced through the golden book and pierced the woman's chest.

Leaving two bloody holes.

"what!"

The woman's pupils shrank, her steps changed, she escaped out of the window, and her figure disappeared into the night.

"It's not that easy to run away."

Chen Lingjun put away the corpse puppet and chased after him.

But when he got to the window, the woman in white had disappeared.

“What a wonderful footwork.”

Chen Lingjun narrowed his eyes slightly.

If it weren't for her unpredictable footwork, the woman would have died long ago.

"Humph, you're lucky."

Chen Lingjun put away his sword and went back to his room.

There is a powerful person in the Dharma Realm in Anling City, so it is better to keep a low profile.

"What happened?"

When the female shopkeeper heard the noise, she quickly took people upstairs.

"Oh, there was a flower thief just now, but I chased him away."

Chen Lingjun explained.

"A flower thief?"

The female shopkeeper and the clerk looked at each other and said with a worried tone, "Could it be Fu Min?"

"I don't know."

Chen Lingjun shook his head, took out a bag of spirit stones and threw it to the female shopkeeper, "I'll pay for the damage to the door. Please open a new room for me."

The female shopkeeper put away the spiritual stone and smiled like a chrysanthemum. "No problem, leave it to me."

After saying that, he hurriedly went with his servant to get the keys.

"Fu Min."

Chen Lingjun folded his arms, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Judging from the fluctuation of spiritual power that the woman in white had just released, she should be at the third level of the Jindan realm.

Combined with the conversation of the diners during the day, it is very likely that it was the flower thief Fu Min.

Early in the morning, Chen Lingjun got up early.

After asking the female innkeeper for the location, he walked out of the inn and passed through the crowd.

Arrived outside Qianniao Pavilion.

"Hello, I want to know more about the Ghost Tree. The more detailed the better."

At the counter was a handsome male monk.

The male monk opened his arms and countless balls of light flew out.

He grabbed a ball of light, placed it on the table, and smiled, "Daoyou, thirty thousand spirit stones, thank you for your patronage."

"No returns after use."

"So expensive."

When Chen Lingjun heard the price, he couldn't help but complain.

"Fellow Daoist, you may not know that the Yinhun Wood is usually only used by people in the magic path, so..."

The male monk "looked seductively" and covered his mouth with his hands and chuckled, "It's worth it."

Chen Lingjun got goose bumps all over his body.

Disgusting.

He quickly handed over the spirit stone and left without looking back.

The male monk looked at Chen Lingjun's departing back and licked his lips with his tongue.

"Personal, I like it."

.........

Coming to a deserted alley, Chen Lingjun placed the ball of light on his forehead.

Suddenly, a stream of information flooded into my mind.

Five minutes later, he opened his eyes and frowned.

The ghost wood is actually a specialty of the Murong family.

Although there are some in other places, they are far less old than those in Murong's house.

The three thousand year old ghost tree is probably only possessed by the Murong family.

Murong City is too close to Fengdu and the risk factor is too high, so it is better not to take any risks.

"I wonder if there is any ghost wood in the black market nearby?"

Just then, a figure walked into the alley.

Chen Lingjun was a little surprised, "How dare you appear in front of me?"

The person who came was the flower thief from last night.

The two women waved their hands and said, "Fellow Daoist, don't be impulsive. I have no ill intentions."

Chen Lingjun sneered, "You must be Fu Min, you lecher."

"Hey, you know it."

Fu Min took off the book fan from his waist and lifted the hair from the corners of his eyes in a very coquettish manner.

Chen Lingjun didn't rush to take action, and asked calmly: "What do you want from me?"

Fu Min's lips curled up into a smile, "Daoyou, you are looking for something."

"I'm known as a know-it-all. There's almost nothing I don't know."

"To make up for last night's misunderstanding, I can answer a question for you."

Chen Lingjun folded his arms and said jokingly, "Oh? Then do you know where the ghost tree is?"

"Ghost Tree."

Fu Min put away the folding fan, "Isn't this a specialty of the Murong family?"

"Nonsense, you don't even need to say that."

Chen Lingjun rolled his eyes and said, "I just don't want to go to Murong City, so I came here."

Fu Min sighed, "Then I don't know where to find the ghost tree."

"In that case, you can die."

Chen Lingjun took out the Golden Crow Sword, his murderous intent revealed.

He originally thought that if the other party could tell him the whereabouts of the ghost tree, he could let bygones be bygones.

I didn't expect he was such a talker.

Fu Min raised the corner of his mouth, "Although I don't know, but someone knows"

"Who?"

"Here are some of my friends."

Chen Lingjun: ………

He put away his sword and said, "Tell me, what do you want?"

For the sake of the ghost tree, he endured.

Fu Min's eyes were burning, and her gaze was blazing. "I want..."

"If you dare to say something rude, I will cut off your tongue."

Chen Lingjun interrupted and said in a cold voice.

"Well, then there is nothing I want."

Fu Min sighed.

Hearing this, Chen Lingjun stopped talking nonsense and shot out a thunder finger.

Kill the other party. I don’t believe there are no clues in the storage ring.

Fu Min's pupils shrank, and the playful thought disappeared in an instant.

He changed his footwork and dodged the lightning finger in a panic.

"Stop it. If you kill me, you will never get the Ghost Tree."

"Humph, a flower thief dares to threaten me."

Chen Lingjun formed a seal with one hand and two fire dragons spewed out.

The scorching heat burned and cracked the surrounding walls.

"Thousand Paper Kill!"

Fu Ming flew high into the sky, and countless sharp papers fell from the sky.

Upon closer inspection, each piece of spiritual paper was covered with a layer of writing.

Roar!

Two fire dragons roared and burned the paper to ashes.

Occasionally, some leftover paper would hit Chen Lingjun, causing sparks to fly.

boom!

The fire dragon hit Fu Min hard.

Fu Min vomited blood and fell to the ground.

She didn't understand why the other party was so powerful when he was only at the ninth level of the spiritual realm.

"A lonely sword!"

Chen Lingjun kicked his back feet and shot out like lightning.

Fu Min's pupils shrank.

She couldn't resist this sword.

"Ghost shadow fans follow the footsteps!"

She changed her steps, leaving a trail of afterimages behind.

Clang!

The sword flashed and hit the ground, and the attack missed.

Fu Ming breathed a sigh of relief, "Daoyou, if you have something to say, please..."

Before she could finish her words, a pillar of fire shot up into the sky and blasted her away.

Chen Lingjun grabbed the unconscious Fu Min and quickly disappeared into the alley.

Such a big noise will definitely attract other people's attention.

Arriving at an empty house, Chen Lingjun casually threw Fu Min on the ground.

He tore off the storage ring in her hand and poured his spiritual consciousness into it.

The storage ring is equipped with soul defense to block his consciousness outside.

"Hmph, break it for me!"

Chen Lingjun increased the transmission of his spiritual consciousness and hit hard.

Bang!

A crisp sound was heard, and the spiritual consciousness broke through the defense violently and entered smoothly.

Fu Min, who was lying on the ground, trembled and a painful expression appeared on his face.

What catches the eye is all kinds of colorful men's underwear, piled up like a mountain.

Chen Lingjun's eyes twitched and he continued to investigate.

Next, there was a large pile of spirit stones, estimated to be around 70 million.

In the middle of the pile of spirit stones, there were a dozen naked male corpses lying.

Each person's name and ransom were marked on the bodies.

It seems that Fu Min kidnapped and extorted people and murdered them to silence them.

No wonder there are so many spirit stones.

Additionally, there is a map of nearby black markets.

"Strange, why is there no technique?"

Chen Lingjun looked puzzled.

He had long been salivating over Fu Min's strange and unpredictable steps.

Unexpectedly, there was nothing in the storage ring.

On the ground, Fu Min, whose body was charred, opened his eyes, and a heart-wrenching pain instantly hit him.

She endured the pain, glanced at Chen Lingjun who had his eyes closed, and quietly crawled towards the door.

puff!

She had not crawled far when two streams of spiritual power pierced through her hands and feet.

"Ah, my hand..."

Fu Min could no longer hold on and let out a howl of pain.

Chen Lingjun walked forward and stepped on her head.

"If you give me that strange footwork technique and tell me the whereabouts of the Ghost Tree."

"I promise to let you go, how about that?"

"Pooh!"

Fu Min spat out blood, "Do you think I'm a three-year-old child? If you want to kill me, just kill me. Why waste your words?"

Chen Lingju was a little surprised.

In his opinion, the other party was definitely not someone who was not afraid of death.

"Okay, then I'll do your thing."

Chen Lingjun cut off her tongue.

"A lonely sword!"

puff!

The sword flashed, leaving a sword mark on Fu Min's arm.

"Uuuuuuu..."

Fu Min had blood flowing from his mouth and he stared at Chen Lingjun, as if he wanted to remember him firmly in his heart.

Chen Lingjun squatted down and carefully felt the other party's changes.

Half an hour later, Fu Min lost all her vitality and turned into an old woman with white hair.

"As expected of a Jindan stage master, he can actually hold on for this long."

Chen Lingjun stood up and said with a smile: "Thank you, fellow Taoist."

Fu Min stared at the evil man in front of her with a vicious look.

"Goodbye, pervert."

Chen Lingjun opened his right hand and the suction force burst out.

"Huh? How come there is no blood essence?"

Chen Lingjun was extremely surprised.

Seeing this, a smile appeared on the corner of Fu Min's old face, and then he turned into a point of light and disappeared.

Chen Lingjun's face was gloomy, "It turned out to be a clone, this is bad."

To be able to condense a clone, one's lowest cultivation level must be the Nascent Soul Stage.

"We must flee immediately."

Chen Lingjun did not hesitate for a moment and quickly rushed towards the city gate.

Before leaving, he took out the bodies from the storage ring, dressed them, and placed them in a conspicuous place.

This is all he can do now.

At the same time, in a cave 500 kilometers away from Anling City.

A woman who looked exactly like Fu Min opened her eyes, with gray and white flowing in her pupils.

Dozens of dried-up bodies of men were lying around.

"You are so brave to kill my clone."

The woman's tone was filled with murderous intent.

Then she stood up, tore open the space crack, and walked in.

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