I Can Devour Spirits

Inside here were all his collected erotic paintings. He had specially selected a few masterpieces and placed them in this chest.

Fortunately, these paintings were rolled up tightly. Even if they fell out of the box, not a single one was unraveled. Moreover, he had treated these paintings with that potion, so even if opened, they would appear as nothing more than ink smudges, revealing no clues to others.

Ximen Kankan didn’t notice when, at the moment the box hit the ground, a scroll rolled out from under a carriage and stopped right at the foot of a pair of embroidered shoes adorned with plum blossoms.

Xia Shuangshuang and her father Xia Zhongyang were standing by their carriage, watching as servants moved luggage onto the official carriage, exchanging farewell words.

Xia Shuangshuang suddenly noticed a painting rolling to her feet. She thought it had fallen out of her own box. She also liked these things, and on this trip to the sect, she had brought a few favorite artworks, including ”Heaven and Earth Dance Gun Painting” that Duan Rong painted for her.

Xia Shuangshuang picked up the painting at her feet, her eyebrows slightly furrowing. The box containing her paintings had already been loaded onto the official carriage. Where had this painting fallen from?

With a question in her mind, Xia Shuangshuang untied the fine rope and unfolded the painting.

The painting revealed a naked woman holding a delicate veil, her graceful figure fully displayed, and beside her beautiful navel, a strangely shaped, blurry red birthmark.

All the erotic paintings collected by Ximen Kankan had been treated with the potion for concealment.

Just hours before setting off, he had just viewed this very erotic painting of Xia Shuangshuang.

It would be a long journey. Ximen Kankan thought of this and wanted to feast his eyes once more before setting off to quell his inner hunger.

At this moment, the potion of concealment had not yet appeared after being exposed to the air, showing the original erotic scene, which was Xia Shuangshuang’s body.

Not only Xia Shuangshuang, but even her father Xia Zhongyang saw the painting clearly.

Xia Shuangshuang’s face turned pale with anger, and she trembled all over!

Just then, not far behind their family’s carriage, Ximen Kankan shouted, ”Find it for me! There’s still one more!”

He had picked eight in total; now there were only seven. Each of these eight was an extraordinary masterpiece. Missing one was like a death sentence for him!

Xia Shuangshuang infused her hands with Inner Breath, and with an explosive burst, the painting in her hand shattered into fragments, scattering in the wind!

Her eyes turned red, and she abruptly turned back, grabbing a long spear from inside the carriage, tearing off the scabbard, as a cold gleam flashed through the gap between the carriages!

Ximen Kankan was just emerging from beneath a nearby carriage, searching for the painting. Suddenly, he saw a flash of cold light, and a bright silver spearhead thrust towards his throat...

Duan Rong was chatting with Ximen Yong when he suddenly noticed shredded paper flying beside a carriage and then saw Xia Shuangshuang, her skirt flowing, with a long spear suddenly thrusting out, aimed at Ximen Kankan who had just emerged from under another carriage.

As the paper fragments flew, Duan Rong’s eyes twitched. As he saw Xia Shuangshuang thrusting with the spear, he immediately darted forward, using the sheathed Minghong Saber to block in front of Ximen Kankan.

Xia Shuangshuang’s spearhead struck Duan Rong’s sword sheath with a bang, shattering it into pieces, revealing the dark-hued Minghong Saber inside.

Duan Rong’s Inner Breath had just begun to infuse; with a tilt of the saber, Xia Shuangshuang’s spearhead skewed aside.

Ximen Kankan seized the opportunity, leaping out from the carriage, standing behind Duan Rong, and shouted anxiously, ”Shuangshuang, what are you doing?”

”I’m going to kill you, you little pervert!”

In a furious rage, Xia Shuangshuang’s eyes turned red, and she swept her long spear again at Ximen Kankan.

Ximen Kankan recognized Xia Shuangshuang’s wrath in one glance. He was at the Great Success Realm, and his Lightweight Skill was not bad. As the saying goes, a wise man does not fight when the odds are against him, so he immediately began to dodge and weave between the carriages, evading the cold glint of Xia Shuangshuang’s spear!

As the wind danced, a piece of paper flew onto Ximen Kankan’s face. As he dodged, he glanced at it in his hand—inside the paper was a delicate, translucent little finger wrapped in a light veil.

Ximen Kankan’s face instantly turned a ghastly shade of pig-liver red. Seeing the tender corner on the paper, how could he not know what had happened?

On this side, Ximen Yong, seeing Xia Shuangshuang wielding a long spear while chasing Ximen Kankan all over the scene, immediately approached Xia Zhongyang and said, ”Brother Xia, what’s going on!?”

Xia Zhongyang was the God of Wealth in Xianggu County, and Ximen Yong had always had a good relationship with him, frequently interacting!

But at this moment, Xia Zhongyang’s face was livid. He snorted coldly, glaring at Ximen Yong, gritting his teeth fiercely, and said, ”Is this the good son you’ve raised!?”

Ximen Yong was startled by Xia Zhongyang’s attitude. He suddenly saw two pieces of paper on the ground beside his feet and reached out to pick them up; one piece contained a navel, while the other held a pair of eyes.

At Black Tiger Ridge, when Duan Rong was masked, Ximen Yong had recognized him just by his eyes. Now, he easily recognized the eyes on the paper as belonging to Xia Shuangshuang.

This was not solely due to Ximen Yong’s sharp eyes but also because Duan Rong’s painting was so lifelike, capturing the soulful gaze with uncanny resemblance.

Looking at the exposed navel on another piece of paper and recalling how years ago, over an erotic painting, he had beaten Ximen Kankan severely, how could Ximen Yong not understand what had happened?