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Anger flickered in his eyes. If it weren't for that woman’s provocative words, he wouldn't have had to offend the Black Tiger Mercenary Corps.
Lying on the ground, Zhao Yanran watched in shock and fear as Yun Fan displayed his might. In just a few breaths, he had slaughtered everyone in the mercenary group. She had initially thought to drag him down with her, but never expected his strength to be so formidable that he could eliminate them all.
As Yun Fan approached, bloodied sword in hand, her heart raced with panic. Zhao Yanran quickly stood up, her eyes sparkling with seduction. She caressed her fair cheek and began to pose alluringly, speaking in a coy voice.
"Young Master, I am willing to follow you, to serve you as your concubine, allowing you to enjoy me."
Yun Fan looked at this green tea bitch with disdain. She was likely no different from Liu Ru Yan. Ever since he had been humiliated by Liu Ru Yan in his past life, he had developed a wariness towards all women, fearing further humiliation that could even cost him his life.
After all, without thoughts of women clouding his mind, drawing his sword would come naturally. If he wanted to become strong, he could not indulge in lust; otherwise, he would eventually neglect his martial path.
A cold voice broke through the tension.
"Hand over the key to the cave."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yanran's seductive demeanor did not falter; instead, she continued her flirtation. She slightly opened her sheer dress at the chest, revealing her snowy skin. Her eyes sparkled with allure as she licked her lips, exuding an extreme temptation.
Her soft voice floated towards him.
"Young Master, on this long night, why not let me massage you and wash away your fatigue from today?"
After saying this, Zhao Yanran moved closer, preparing to unfasten Yun Fan's belt, clearly intending to engage in a more intimate encounter.
Yun Fan raised an eyebrow, irritation etched on his face as he snapped back angrily.
"Shut up! If you say one more word, I’ll twist your head off."
Hearing this threat sent a shiver down Zhao Yanran's spine; she immediately halted her movements. Faced with Yun Fan's fierce gaze, she dared not flaunt her charms any longer.
He could only mutter to himself, feeling a lack of understanding for the situation. Reluctantly, he took out an ancient key from his storage bag.
Yun Fan received the key and examined it closely, discovering that this so-called key was merely a plaque. The material was indiscernible, but it appeared quite old. He promptly stuffed it back into his storage bag and glanced at Zhao Yanran, speaking in a calm tone.
"Where is this stronghold?"
After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Yanran slowly replied, "I’m not sure of the exact location of the stronghold, but according to what the leader of the Mighty Tiger Group said, it should be near Thundercloud Valley."
Upon hearing this, Yun Fan furrowed his brows. From his memory, he recalled that Thundercloud Valley was deep within the Desolate Mountain Range, a place frequently struck by lightning, hence its name. However, Thundercloud Valley had once been an ordinary valley without any thunderstorms until several hundred years ago when lightning suddenly began to strike down, enveloping the entire valley.
Many powerful individuals from surrounding counties learned of this news and came to investigate. Unfortunately, they not only failed to uncover anything but also lost many lives to the strikes of lightning.
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