Chapter 101: A Direct and Overwhelming Strike

Before she could finish speaking, the man’s lips pressed against hers once more, the kiss lingering and intoxicating, making Shen Qingli almost want to surrender.

But as soon as she closed her eyes, the events of the day flashed through her mind, and she immediately pushed him away and got out of bed.

“If you won’t leave, then I will.”

Without looking back, she walked away, unaware of the clear and resolute expression in the man’s eyes.

“Qingli...” Xie Jinchuan’s gaze held a hint of helplessness, but as his eyes shifted, he sensed a violent surge of energy within him, deepening the intensity in his eyes.

He immediately sat down to cultivate and calm his breath. After a short while, a wisp of dark energy drifted from his body.

“Demonic aura?”

He sneered coldly, tightly clutching the dark energy in his hand.

Thinking over the past few days, he hadn’t ventured into any place with demonic energies... Suddenly, a thought struck him, and his eyes narrowed.

“Rong Qiaoyi?”

His voice was low and grave as he crushed the dark energy in his palm.

Elsewhere, attending a promotional event, Rong Qiaoyi’s smile stiffened slightly.

Damn it.

Cursing silently, she hadn’t expected the demonic aura she had just infused into Xie Jinchuan to dissipate so quickly.

Considering the man’s suspicious nature, a flicker of trouble crossed her eyes.

She feared Xie Jinchuan would sense something and certainly wouldn’t let her off easily.

“Sorry, I have some business to attend to, so I won’t stay to chat.”

With that, she grabbed her things and left the chamber of commerce. The car sped up to its maximum, and upon noticing Xie Jinchuan’s tracker closing in, she sharply turned the wheel and charged into the adjacent farmland.

Soon after, before the man could arrive, she commanded a lesser demon and feigned injury, collapsing to the ground.

“Damn it!”

Blood spilled from her lips as she looked utterly pitiful.

When she spotted the approaching man, a sly smile curved her lips.

He’d fallen for it.

Xie Jinchuan’s cold sword severed the attacking demon at once.

“You’re here, Jinchuan...” she said, deliberately reaching toward him. “I can’t move. Could you please help me?”

Rong Qiaoyi’s lips curled in triumph as she noticed a figure emerging behind Xie Jinchuan.

Unexpectedly, there was an unanticipated gain.

Seeing Rong Qiaoyi truly unable to rise, Xie Jinchuan frowned and bent down to lift her up.

As he turned, his expression froze upon seeing who stood there.

Perched on Shen Qingli’s shoulder, the little green herb quivered inwardly.

[Host, I think there might be a misunderstanding.]

Quickly defending Xie Jinchuan, the herb’s words hung in the air, but upon seeing its host’s expressionless face, it trembled slightly.

“What misunderstanding? Isn’t it normal to be injured like this?”

Shen Qingli spoke indifferently, stepping forward to glance at the woman clinging triumphantly to Xie Jinchuan’s neck, a faint, knowing smile playing on her lips.

“Since I happened to be here, let me treatI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.