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As the chapter began, Chen Anlin found himself entering the realm of the second tier!
Initially, he only intended to throw out a few harsh words to intimidate the pack of wolf demons. After all, he was the man who had slain the Wolf King. To his surprise, it actually worked.
After witnessing their king's death, the pack's morale plummeted significantly. Two injured wolves turned and fled the scene. With this example set, the other wolves lost their fighting spirit and followed suit, retreating one after another.
"Damn, it seems my imposing aura really scared them off," Chen Anlin thought, gritting his teeth as pain shot through him. His outer garments were soaked in blood, and he tore them off to inspect his Fire-Repelling Garment. Unfortunately, the back of this precious garment was also torn to shreds, prompting a deep sigh from him.
This piece of treasure was now rendered useless.
Removing the garment revealed his eight-pack abs. Thankfully, they were still intact.
He took out some hemostatic powder but found it difficult to apply it to his back.
"Let me do it; I’ll handle it," a voice suddenly chimed in—Wu Xixue.
"Your Majesty, are you alright?" Chen Anlin was taken aback.
"I’m still a bit weak, but I should be fine if I endure it. Just give it to me."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Chen Anlin forced a smile, but the effort caused him to wince in pain and nearly collapse.
Wu Xixue frowned and quickly supported him. "Xiao Anzi! Xiao Anzi!"
There was no response!
Chen Anlin had lost consciousness.
However, Wu Xixue soon realized he was still breathing—he wasn’t dead—and she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She laid him down gently, sprinkled some medicinal powder on him, and fed him a pill. Gradually, Chen Anlin’s breathing became steady.
"Huh?"
At that moment, she noticed Chen Anlin’s eight-pack abs. Having never seen anything like it before, she felt a mix of curiosity and surprise.
An instinctive feeling tugged at her, an inexplicable attraction that made her want to touch it.
She glanced at Chen Anlin, who was sound asleep, and reached out to poke him.
Wow, it's so hard!!
Wu Xixue was utterly astonished. She had heard that boys with eight-pack abs were rare, but she didn't expect them to be this solid. This must be the hardest part of a boy's body, aside from his teeth, right?
Wu Xixue mused to herself.
She couldn't help but reach out again, pressing and poking a bit more.
Chen Anlin was dreaming; his stomach felt a bit sore, as if someone were punching it.
Your Majesty...
Chen Anlin opened his eyes and rubbed his belly.
"Xiao Anzi, you're awake?" Wu Xixue had returned to her previous aloof demeanor, as if untouched by the world.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Your Majesty, you’re okay too, right?"
"I've recovered quite a bit. I just applied some medicine to your wound, Xiao Anzi. I owe you one this time."
Wu Xixue felt a wave of relief wash over her. The words Xiao Anzi spoke about her loyalty were not just empty flattery!
As Chen Anlin prepared to get dressed, he looked down and suddenly noticed red marks on his abdomen where fingers had pinched him.
Who pinched my stomach??
Chen Anlin was taken aback. He distinctly remembered checking his injuries before losing consciousness; his eight-pack abs had been completely unscathed.
Instinctively, he glanced at Wu Xixue.
A flicker of panic crossed Wu Xixue's eyes as she quickly replied, "You were unconscious just now; maybe you pinched yourself."
"Really?"
"Forget it! Don’t overthink it; let’s focus on recovering."
"Okay." Chen Anlin nodded and didn’t dwell on it further as he sat cross-legged to continue his recovery.
The next morning, after recovering sufficiently, Wu Xixue took Chen Anlin and left.
Two days later, he finally returned to the palace.
"Xiao Anzi, you are seriously injured. You should stay in the palace for a few days," Wu Xixue said as she arranged for Chen Anlin to reside next to her chamber.
This time, Chen Anlin rested for five days, and with the help of some miraculous elixirs, his injuries had nearly healed ahead of schedule.
On this day, he planned to leave, but the yellow flashing sword was still in the Empress's possession. He also intended to ask her about the fire-repelling treasure robe, which she mentioned could be repaired.
However, just as he got up, he felt a strange surge of evil fire rising within him. This evil fire seemed identical to what he experienced when absorbing the dragon soul.
"This is quite something; I’m feeling very agitated right now."
"Xiao Anzi, you're awake?" At that moment, Yang Dou entered with a bowl of medicinal soup, swaying her hips.
Chen Anlin's eyes widened in surprise. Today, Dou'er was wearing a strapless palace dress. She already had a curvy figure, and in this outfit, it was even more striking. Coupled with his current state of agitation, he couldn't help but salivate.
"Dou'er, you look stunning in that outfit!" Chen Anlin complimented her.
He had grown quite familiar with Yang Dou, but upon hearing his words, she blushed slightly.
"What’s so special about it? I usually dress like this," she replied modestly.
"You used to wear this kind of strapless dress very rarely. Dou'er, now that you're wearing it, I can't even dare to hug you!"
Yang Dou's expression turned even more bashful at Chen Anlin's teasing.
"Chen Anlin, you’re getting better at teasing people! Honestly, I am your elder sister!"
"Come on now, Dou'er, don’t be mad. I’ve suffered serious injuries and am feeling quite uncomfortable."
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