Chapter 821: 806: If You Are Well, It Is a Sunny Day

“BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!”

Shen Lang and Lan Mengling clung to each other as they plummeted to the ground, tumbling over and over like rolling gourds. Their violent descent literally shook the earth and swayed the mountains. Wherever they rolled, they swept away everything in their path, shattering massive boulders and snapping giant trees in half.

The onlookers stood dumbfounded, completely stupefied by the spectacle. Aside from Dong Chengyue and Qin Mengxue, no one else knew of Lang’s true strength, let alone his ability to manipulate the Vermilion Bird Divine Fire. Watching him wrapped in Mengling’s raging flames—not only avoiding incineration but rolling around tightly embraced with her—was simply unbelievable.

“BANG!”

After smashing through yet another boulder, the pair finally ground to a halt thanks to the combined pulling efforts of Chengyue and Mengxue.

Mengling sat straddling Lang. She braced her hands against the ground, struggling to sit upright, and gently patted his cheek. “Are you alright, little thief? Wake up! If you die, who will heal my injuries?”

“You mother—” Lang cursed in a slurred, furious mumble, then forcefully swallowed a mouthful of blood that had surged up his throat with a heavy gulp.

Ever since entering the Yumu Cave Blessed Land, whether facing King Martial Realm Peak powerhouses or Emperor Martial Realm Peak powerhouses, he had rarely suffered any real injuries. But after being crushed by Mengling like this, his current condition was probably just as bad as Zheng Tianfeng’s. Whether he could even crawl back up was a serious question.

“That old man Gu Feng called me a Calamity Star, but damn it, Mengling is the real Calamity Star!” Lang thought. “Every time I run into her, my luck goes straight to hell!”

Still straddling him, Mengling saw his blank silence and couldn’t resist slapping his cheek again. “Hey, you didn’t get knocked stupid, did you? Say something… I’d actually feel guilty if you went brain-dead.”

Tearless with grief, Lang weakly turned his head toward the light barrier at the canyon entrance and muttered, “If you are well, my skies are clear.”

“Oh? I didn’t expect a little thief like you to be so poetic and romantic. But aren’t you afraid Dingdang will butcher you for talking to me like that?” Mengling said, brushing back her disheveled hair.

Lang finally burst. “Bullshit! It took me three days and three nights to set up those Restrictions, and you ruined all of them! If you aren’t ’well’ soon, I’m going to kill you!”

This outburst left not only the distant crowd in shock, but also turned Chengyue and Mengxue, who were standing closer, into statues. The scene before them defied all imagination.

Mengling was the most exalted among the Five Great Demon Generals, someone whom even the Demon Monarchs addressed with utmost courtesy. Yet here she was, straddling this Ghost-faced Man in such a compromising position, exchanging such ambiguous banter! And that brat actually threatened to kill her!

Within the Demon God Hall, which of the Demon Monarchs didn’t speak to her politely? If even the Monarchs acted that way, the other Demon Generals went without saying. People like Candle Dragon and Taotie might be her equals in rank, but every single one of them cowered like mice before a cat in her presence.

Just what was this kid’s background? He claimed to know her well, but just how intimate were they?

Frowning, Mengling braced her hands against her waist and spoke with some difficulty. “You mean those Restrictions? If you can’t break them, just forget it. In a bit, I’ll take you up from the eastern side of the Dragon Scale Divine Hall. All the Restrictions over there have been broken for a long time.”

“Damn you… I suffer a disaster every time we cross paths. Just how much debt do I owe you from my past life? Get up! Are you having fun riding me? Several of my bones are broken!” Lang roared in sheer exasperation, his voice hoarse.

Mengling replied sheepishly, “You cannot entirely blame me for this. You used the Vermilion Bird Divine Fire over here, and I only came over after sensing it. But right as I approached, the residual Palm Force of the Heart-Shattering Palm suddenly burst out, making me completely lose control…”

“I have no interest in your excuses! Get up already, I need to heal!” Lang bellowed.

Mengling coughed dryly. “Alright, just wait a moment… Let me suppress my injuries first.”

“Suppress my ass! You are suppressing me right now! If you don’t get off me, I’ll violate you first and kill you later! Then I’ll kill you again and violate your corpse!” Lang was driven to madness. He hadn’t suffered such a heavy injury in a long time. Getting blindsided for no reason and now unable to even get up to heal because this woman refused to budge—did she really think he was a seat cushion?

Mengling raised an elegant eyebrow. “Come on then. All talk and no action makes you a fraud!”

Lang was utterly speechless. “Forget it, it’s the will of heaven. We will talk about ’action’ later. Fighting against heaven only ends like this. I quit.”

“Tch!” Having gained the upper hand, Mengling instantly flashed a smug grin.

Chengyue, Mengxue, and the distant members of the Demon God Hall felt their brains completely short-circuit. If it weren’t for the terrifying Vermilion Bird Divine Fire still radiating from her body, this entire group would have suspected she was an imposter from the War God Hall.

The dignified Princess of the Vermilion Bird Race, one of the Five Great Demon Generals—a woman of overwhelming authority, revered by tens of thousands, who always carried herself like a peerless Queen… Since when did she ever bicker with people? And like a petulant child, no less! Forget seeing it with their own eyes; such a thing was entirely unheard of!

While everyone stood frozen in disbelief, Mengling finally managed to suppress her internal injuries enough to move her limbs freely.

“Alright, you can get up now… You’re nothing but bones anyway; it was painfully uncomfortable sitting on you.” She stood up with a dissatisfied huff, delivering another remark that made Lang roll his eyes in fury.

Fortunately, the woman still had a bit of a conscience. As she popped an Elixir Pill into her own mouth, she didn’t forget to stuff one into his. The Demon God Hall truly lived up to its reputation; a casually produced pill turned out to be an Emperor Pill—a Fourth Grade Emperor Level Elixir!

The moment Lang swallowed it, medicinal energy surged through his body like a raging flood. His fractured meridians immediately began to mend at a rapid pace.

“You’re feeding an Emperor Level Elixir to someone with my Cultivation? Aren’t you afraid of blowing me up from the sheer energy?” Lang grumbled despite eating the pill.

“Someone else might explode, but you definitely won’t… And if you could die from it, you might as well just drop dead.” Mengling waved lazily, motioning for Chengyue and Mengxue to support her by her arms.

Finally free of her weight, Lang was helped to his feet by Monk Bu Se. Having barely sustained a scratch since entering the Yumu Cave Blessed Land, this sudden impact had nearly crippled him. Furthermore, the Restrictions he had spent three days and nights meticulously weaving were completely annihilated. All that effort was wasted.

He painfully lowered himself onto a rock opposite Mengling and spoke through gritted teeth. “Why is it that every time I see you, you have been beaten half to death and look entirely miserable? Aren’t you supposed to be incredibly capable? Don’t you command clouds of experts?”

Mengxue and Chengyue’s hearts skipped a beat, and they hastily averted their gazes.

Mengling glared at him. “What does it matter to you?”

“How does it not matter to me!” Lang raged. “If you want to be unlucky, fine, but you drag me down with you every single time! Do you know how much I still have to do? Now look at the state you’ve crushed me into… Cough, cough…

“Furthermore, I exhausted myself for three days straight to finally crack this Restriction, and now it’s all destroyed because of you! Tell me, how does that not concern me?

“Ask them just how much effort I put into breaking this thing!”

Mengxue and Chengyue immediately stared up at the sky, pretending they hadn’t heard a word.

Mengling offered a dry cough, waving her hand with a hint of embarrassment. “Do not be so petty, you can just start over… Oh, actually, there is no need for all that trouble. Hurry up and heal me, and then I’ll take you to watch the show on the eastern side. You just want to go up anyway, so it doesn’t matter which side you take.”

“Heal you?” Lang rolled his eyes. “Lan’Er, you are truly beautiful…”

The sheer abruptness of this romantic pivot nearly gave Chengyue and Mengxue a heart attack. After a brief moment of shock, a blush crept onto Mengling’s face. She was undeniably beautiful, but no one in the Demon God Hall would ever dare to say it so directly to her face—unless they had a death wish.

“Why do you… always speak so bluntly?” she murmured, casting him a sideways glance. A moment later, under the stunned gazes of the crowd, she couldn’t resist lowering her voice to ask, “Where am I beautiful?”

“In… your dreams!” Lang raised his eyebrows and declared loudly.

“You…” Choked by his words, she nearly flew into a violent rage on the spot. It took her quite a while to calm down before she said, “Hey, a grown man shouldn’t be this petty. Stop messing around and come heal me.”

“I am… displeased!” Lang ground out through his teeth.

“What will it take to please you?” she replied, rolling her eyes.

“Give me money… No, give me Spirit Stones! The more the better!”

“You really do not hold back… Hey, you over there. Bring out your Spirit Stones. At least one hundred thousand Middle Grade Spirit Stones per person. If you don’t have enough, make up the difference with other items.” Mengling waved toward Ren Xudong and his group.

Tianfeng was the first to howl in protest. “Ms. Lan, he was the one who beat us half to death earlier! How can we give him our Spirit Stones? You must uphold justice for us…”

“Are you going to hand them over, or not?” When addressing them, her demeanor shifted drastically. The Evil Qi radiating from her eyes was enough to strike terror into anyone’s soul.

How could Xudong, Tianfeng, or any of their companions dare utter another word of complaint? They were subordinates of Candle Dragon, but even if he were present, he likely wouldn’t dare say no to her!

Except for the immobilized Xudong and Tianfeng, the others scrambled over, stumbling and crawling. They loaded their Spirit Stones into Sumeru Rings and placed them respectfully before Lang.

With a wave of his hand, Lang scooped up the Sumeru Rings. A quick sweep of his Divine Thought left him beaming from ear to ear. Though these men obviously hadn’t emptied their entire fortunes, their profound fear of Mengling meant every single ring contained well over a hundred thousand Middle Grade Spirit Stones!

From ten people, the Middle Grade Spirit Stones alone exceeded a million! And nestled among them was a sizable portion of Top Grade Spirit Stones. A few who lacked sufficient funds had even padded their offerings with piles of Spirit Herbs and Spirit Fruits harvested from the Yumu Cave Blessed Land.

Openly extorting benefits from the powerhouses of the Demon God Hall—it was hard not to be thrilled.