THUD!
Ni Ni Layan struck the eccentric shop manager, who had been screaming just moments ago. She did it out of fear that people outside would hear them and misunderstand the situation.
"Master... you have finally passed on your legacy..."
The old manager lay unconscious, and beside him, the female clerk patted his body with a serene smile. Ni Ni Layan stared at the old man's face; even in his swoon, a blissful grin remained etched on his lips.
She had been on the verge of killing him but managed to restrain her nerves at the very last second.
Suddenly, the office door burst open. Three employees rushed in, their faces flushed with excitement.
"Has the legacy been passed?! Master, congratulations!"
"I heard the legacy was claimed... who is the expert who managed to find it?!"
"The heavens have truly blessed us today!"
The three workers stared with glassy eyes, on the verge of tears. They looked exactly like people at a wedding, weeping with joy and profound emotion as if their own mother were getting married.
Ni Ni Layan's hands trembled. She cursed Chen Ming in the depths of her heart, wishing she had never come. In her mind, she began composing the "Symphony of the United Roasting Church" to eliminate these nuisances with her Phoenix flames.
The first movement: Flesh-Searing Flames. The second movement: Bone-Charring Fire. And to ensure no witnesses remained, the grand finale: Total Incineration.
The "Infernal Artist" persona within Ni Ni Layan's mind sealed the masterpiece with a flourish.
"A perfect composition," she thought. "You would surely gain fame in Hell."
Chef's kiss.
Outside of Ni Ni Layan's raging mind...
Suddenly, while everyone was smiling, a man appeared behind the staff. He had a massive belly and a large, rotund frame, dressed in flashy silk robes.
He smirked, his voice cutting through the crowd. Everyone turned to look as he opened his greasy mouth.
"Calm down, everyone. This could be a fluke... it might just be luck. Don't be so easily deceived."
Even though this man was belittling her, Ni Ni Layan didn't feel angry. In fact, she wanted to give him a thumbs-up and a smile. 'Finally,' she thought, 'someone with a functioning brain.' Surely, not everyone here was insane.
But she didn't realize that the man was merely shoving the workers aside to get to her. He stepped directly in front of Ni Ni Layan, leaning in with a strange, secretive movement as if he didn't want anyone to notice. His hand trembled violently as he pulled out a pen and... lifted his shirt.
His massive stomach was thrust right in front of her face.
He whispered hoarsely, "Master Expert... please... sign me."
Ni Ni Layan's rage was reaching its boiling point.
"You bastard! I knew you were trying to skip the line! Get back to your spot right now!" the others shouted.
The fat man shot them a warning look.
"It doesn't matter who reaches the Master first; it only matters who deserves the signature. Once I get back, I'm going to have a tattoo artist ink this onto my skin forever!"
The other three grew furious. "Get back in line! This is unfair!"
Amidst the chaos, another person appeared beside the workers.
"What is all this noise? Is all this fuss over a mere girl's training uniform? You're all a bunch of lunatics! Let me through and I'll show you how ordinary it is."
Ni Ni Layan felt a tiny spark of hope. She wanted this "savior" to show the others how mundane and uninteresting this uniform truly was.
But suddenly, the three workers grabbed the man before he could enter further. Their eyes sparked with suspicion. One of them reached into the man's clothes and pulled out... a grey female training uniform. And along with it, a stamp pad.
This man had outplayed them all; he didn't just want the Expert's signature—he wanted her fingerprint.
"I like the way you think," one of the workers muttered, his anger turning into respect.
"How about we be friends?"
Without hesitation, she blasted away, her power tearing through the building as she soared into the sky. She couldn't believe she had managed to restrain her rage and not annihilate everyone in that store.
When she finally returned to the house, she tried to calm her mind. In all her lives, she had never expected to find herself in such an insulting situation—stumbling into a den of lunatics. She vowed in her heart that the moment she saw Chen Ming, she would teach him a lesson he'd never forget.
She opened the door and closed it behind her, only to find a truly bizarre sight.
Morse was there, kneeling on the floor in total reverence, his eyes tightly covered with a cloth.
"Chen Ming, if you try to trick me again, I will kill you!" Morse barked.
Ni Ni Layan stood frozen. She didn't understand what this idiot was doing on the ground. Had Chen Ming gone mad too?
"What do you mean, 'Chen Ming'?" she asked coldly.
The moment Morse heard her voice, he began to wail artificially. "I... I appeal to every ounce of goodness in you! Think of everything we've been through together! Sob... sob..."
Ni Ni Layan was at the end of her rope. "What are you trying to say?"
"Please... I beg of you..."
Ni Ni Layan's fury began to radiate heat. Morse felt the temperature rising and quickly spoke up.
"The... the official training uniform... Please... don't wear it!"
When Morse had first woken up, he found Chen Ming sitting on a chair, looking like a man crushed by guilt. When Morse asked him what happened while he was asleep, Chen Ming lunged at him, crying.
"Brother! No, Father! Forgive this stray man who leaked your secret information to the Yang Demoness!"
To Chen Ming, Ni Ni Layan was a Yang Demoness—a creature akin to a Succubus. He told Morse he had "overheard" her saying in the night how wonderful his Yang energy was and how she couldn't wait to make it hers. Chen Ming truly believed she was a demoness and realized his blunder in telling her about Morse's "Uniform Fetish."
Morse, realizing his secret was out, feared his own mental fortitude. If she wore that uniform, she would seduce him and drain him dry. He knew she had reached the peak of the Soul Palace Realm, and he felt like a cooked meal ready to be served for Dual Cultivation.
That's why he blindfolded himself—to avoid being bewitched. He spent the morning pleading with "Ni Ni Layan" to discard the uniform. But the first time he pleaded, it was just Chen Ming playing a prank. The second time, it was Chen Ming again, using a Spirit Voice Mimicker to enjoy his friend's torment.
"And what would I gain from that? Give up, it's your end!" Morse had heard the "demoness" say.
"It's unfair! Dishonorable! You tricked my stupid friend... just let it go!" Morse had shouted back.
Suddenly, the two of them heard heavy footsteps outside the door.
"Hide... please, help me teach this bastard a lesson," Morse whispered to the air, sensing the real Ni Ni Layan's presence.
Though she didn't fully understand, Ni Ni Layan activated her Invisibility Technique and vanished from sight. Chen Ming used his key to open the door, finding Morse still kneeling. He smirked, placing the voice changer to his mouth. A thin, artificial female voice—nothing like Ni Ni's sweet, clear tone—came out.
"Oh, poor Morse... what are you doing? Don't worry, I've come to seduce you... to drain your Yang energy... although your friend Chen Ming's energy is much more masculine than yours."
Ni Ni Layan, already furious, felt her anger reach a nuclear level.
"I don't understand... please don't seduce me!" Morse "pleaded," though he was now leading Chen Ming into a trap.
"It's okay... I am the greatest Succubus in history! My name is... The Temptation Demoness! Don't worry, I really came for your friend's unrivaled energy. Why don't you call him 'Father'?"
Ni Ni Layan was on the verge of exploding.
"But Lady Demoness... why target me if you want my friend?"
Morse asked, playing along perfectly. He knew that once Ni Ni's rage peaked, nothing could save Chen Ming.
"Don't you get it? I'm a Yang Demoness... I love bedding stupid men like you! If you were smart like Chen Ming, I wouldn't have—"
THWACK! SMASH! CRUNCH!
Morse smiled under his blindfold as the sounds of Chen Ming's screams echoed through the room.
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