Chapter 1143: 513: Cultivation Breakthrough Again!
Nini’an turned her face away and said, “I haven’t agreed to marry you yet. What do you take for?”
Lanling replied, “I might be dead in twenty days’ ti. Of course, I need to seize every opportunity.”
Hearing this, Nini’an’s heart skipped a beat.
Lanling’s words were very clear—he would never betray his uncle, Suo Mo, even if it ant his own death.
She suddenly rembered her father’s words: if she wanted Lanling to betray Suo Mo, she needed to make Lanling’s feelings for her outweigh his loyalty to Suo Mo. Therefore, Nini’an considered using certain tactics. As long as she didn’t truly let him have his way, everything would be negotiable.
Having thought of this, Nini’an didn’t struggle to break free from Lanling’s grasp. After all… deep down, she didn’t really want to leave.
“Can we just talk like this?” Nini’an asked.
“Sure,” Lanling said. “What do you want to talk about?”
Nini’an said, “I have so questions about your past that I’d like to ask.”
“Alright!” Lanling replied. “But I can choose to answer or not.”
Lanling repeated, “I told you, I might not survive twenty days. Of course, I need to seize every chance.”
This sentence made Nini’an’s heart tremble again.
Nini’an asked, “First question: is that little girl your biological daughter?”
“No.”
Nini’an continued, “Second question: are you having an affair with Ali, my uncle Goufu’s wife?”
Lanling glanced at Nini’an. Was this a ga of truth or dare?
Moreover, the woman in his arms clearly had a scheming mind. That evening when he went to catch soone in the act, while he didn’t succeed, she’d already suspected it was him.
After hesitating for a mont, Lanling nodded slightly and said, “Yes.”
“You… truly are a bastard,” Nini’an said.
“Was Goufu’s impotence also your doing?” Nini’an asked.
Lanling thought for a mont, then nodded again and said, “Yes. Now it’s my turn to ask you three questions. Rember, we’re playing truth or dare. You can choose not to answer, but if you do answer, it must be the truth. If you don’t answer, I’ll punish you, and trust , my punishnts can be very shaless.”
Nini’an, her beauty radiant and alluring, felt a thrill of excitent and nodded her agreent.
“First question: are you simultaneously stringing along Du Yan, Qiuju, and Yanggu, making them risk their lives for you while toying with their emotions?” Lanling asked.
Nini’an hesitated for a long ti, then nodded.
“Smack…” Lanling gave her a hard slap and said, “You really are a shaless woman.”
As he spoke, there was a mix of contempt and flirtation in his tone.
Then, he poured a full glass of wine and pressed it to Nini’an’s lips.
“Second question: After marrying , will you still keep tangled relationships with those three n—yes or no?” Lanling asked.
Nini’an wanted to shake her head and say no, but for so reason, she didn’t want to lie at that mont. She felt a lie would make Lanling think less of her and see her as a shallow woman.
She would rather be seen by him as a bad woman than a shallow one.
And so, she nodded again.
“Smack, smack, smack…” Lanling slapped her a few more tis.
“Third question: Are you constantly plotting to kill your father’s second wife, Sisi?” Lanling asked.
Nini’an felt a jolt in her heart, as if Lanling truly were a worm living in her mind, completely understanding her thoughts.
“I don’t want to answer this question,” Nini’an said.
But in truth, her refusal to answer was an answer in itself.
Before she could finish her words, Lanling pushed her down onto the ground.
“No, no… this won’t do…” She struggled and resisted him, fiercely biting down on her tongue before shoving him away and fleeing from his tent in a hurry.
Rushing back to her own tent, she didn’t even bother heating water but jumped straight into a tub of cold water to extinguish her emotions.
Then, a question ford in her mind.
Was she truly capable of playing a real ga of emotions?
When she was with Du Yan and the others, every action, every word was an act. She held herself above them, toying with their affections, speaking insincere words, listening to their heartfelt confessions, responding with seemingly deep emotions, all the while mocking them as fools in her heart.
But when she was with Lanling, she could no longer remain a detached observer. She had entered the ga herself.
And once she lost the advantage of being an observer, she beca clumsy and uncertain, losing control.
Like today, playing truth or dare with Lanling, she had completely imrsed herself in it, finding it thrilling, fun, sweet, and exciting.
“No, I absolutely can’t let this continue. I must not lose control. I will always be the one to play with others’ emotions. I must never allow myself to fall,” Nini’an told herself coldly. “The mont any sign of emotion appears, I must sever it imdiately.”
Afterward, Nini’an decided to treat Lanling coldly for a few days—no contact, no affection, no conversation.
However, she then rembered that Lanling’s feelings for her might be genuine.
For instance, he had voluntarily confessed his secrets about Ali and about framing Goufu, which was the sa as entrusting his life to her hands.
Thinking of this, she felt slightly better, even gaining a small sense of superiority.
…
The next day, Constantine dispatched a team of one hundred people to the Falling Horse Mountain Range to establish a new border and outpost.
From that day forward, the entire Falling Horse Mountain Range belonged to the Chira Tribe. The tribe’s territory had expanded by nearly a third—a significant achievent.
A day later, Constantine ordered all troops to return to the Chira Tribe.
Having fully recovered his spiritual power, Lanling resud his weight training, donning a specially crafted leather battle suit filled with lead weights and wielding a deadwood sword weighing several hundred pounds.
The lead weights alone totaled seven hundred pounds, and the deadwood sword another seven hundred—making a total burden of fourteen hundred pounds.
Without riding a horse or falling behind, he followed the army closely back to the Chira Tribe.
Previously, his weight training covered twenty thousand ters per day, but this ti it was a grueling two hundred miles.
Carrying fourteen hundred pounds was absolutely his physical limit.
Every step drenched him in sweat; his vision darkened, and dizziness washed over him.
After barely two kiloters, his body reached the limit of pain. From deep within his bloodline surged a thick, powerful energy that infused his limbs and bones, further tempering them.
At this mont, everyone realized that Lanling was truly undergoing weight training even during the march.
The entire Foreign Tribe Army began cheering as they marched: “Go! Go! Go!”
After the last battle, Lanling had already easily won over the hearts of the Foreign Tribe Army. Seeing him train while marching only strengthened their respect and camaraderie.
Du Yan, however, watched all this with utter disdain, feeling nothing but contempt. He viewed Lanling’s efforts as re grandstanding, scoffing at Lanling’s diocre martial skills—carrying only a ager fourteen hundred pounds.
anwhile, Nini’an stuck to her plan of treating Lanling coldly—no closeness, no words, no interactions.
She resolved to make Lanling approach her, just like Du Yan, Yanggu, and Qiuju—like loyal dogs begging for her attention.
She believed that if she could witness Lanling groveling like a dog, she would be rid of her budding feelings of affection and could utterly disdain him.
But in the past two days, Lanling was either ditating or training and showed no intention of seeking her out.
This left Nini’an deeply uncomfortable—riding felt uneasy, walking felt uneasy, and her heart was filled with restless anxiety. Countless tis, she wanted to rush up to Lanling and demand, “What do you an by this? Why haven’t you co to find ?”
Yet she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She absolutely could not take the initiative. Lanling had to co to her, and like a dog.
As ti passed, her uneasiness only grew. Eating felt tasteless, sleep was fitful, and a vague discomfort haunted her days.
Though she refused to admit it, the truth was clear—she had already fallen!
…
But Lanling had no ti to worry about Nini’an. He seed to be perpetually living in hell.
After walking fifty miles with fourteen hundred pounds of weight, he added another fifty pounds. The mont he felt even the slightest ease, he imdiately increased the burden.
His goal was to constantly push his body and bloodline to their utmost limits every second.
It could be said that if it weren’t for his Golden Bloodline and Golden Demon Body, such brutal training would’ve killed him long ago.
When the Barbarian Tribe Army marched, they remained sleepless and tireless over distances of two to three hundred miles.
Lanling, carrying over fourteen hundred pounds, marched tirelessly alongside them for a full day and night, covering two hundred miles and returning to the Chira Tribe.
He had started the march carrying fourteen hundred pounds, but by the ti they reached the tribe, his load had increased to sixteen hundred pounds.
Arriving at the Foreign Tribe Army’s encampnt, Lanling embraced Yaya with a kiss before removing the lead weights from his battle suit.
“This is the Gold Coin earned from military rit. Buy whatever you wish,” Lanling told Dina as he handed her a chest full of Gold Coins.
“T-this much?” Dina exclaid, shocked.
Lanling collapsed to the ground and started snoring imdiately.
The two hundred miles of marching over a day and night had utterly exhausted him—it had been too grueling!
…
Lanling slept deeply for ten full hours.
When he woke, he found himself no longer lying on the ground but on a wooden bed, covered by blankets.
His clothes had been changed, and even his body had been bathed.
There was no doubt—this was Dina’s doing.
And Lanling had been entirely unaware.
Of course, with his spiritual power, even in sleep, he could sense any danger.
But he trusted Dina completely, so he hadn’t activated his spiritual power and had continued to sleep without worry while she tended to him.
“You’re awake. Breakfast is ready. Yaya couldn’t wait and already ran outside to play,” Dina said.
Today’s breakfast was uncharacteristically hearty. Besides porridge, it was mostly at.
Lanling devoured the food like a storm, clearing the table in no ti.
After eating, he eagerly picked up the Calibrated Stone Strip; he wanted to test his strength to see how much his power had grown from the hellish two-hundred-mile ordeal.
Nine hundred and fifty pounds—no problem. He lifted it easily.
Nine hundred and ninety pounds—still easy.
A thousand pounds—though sowhat taxing, he managed to lift it.
A thousand and ten pounds—Lanling mustered all his strength and still succeeded in lifting it.
He had broken through again.
A full day and night of sleepless hellish training had propelled him from a level-seven Samurai to a level-eight Samurai.
His bloodline and body were truly extraordinary!
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