Chapter 57: Even Meituan Delivery Isn't This Dedicated!

Seeming to sense the strange look in Wangquan Zui's eyes, Yang Qingyuan gave a slightly awkward cough.

"Ahem, Xiao Zui, since we've found them, let's go and reunite with your brother first."

"Oh."

Wangquan Zui nodded and drew out the Thousand-Mile Tracking Talisman refined by Li Quzhuo from her bosom.

Channeling her spiritual power, she was just about to sense Wangquan Baiye's location through the talisman, when in the very next instant, the spiritual connection from the talisman abruptly vanished.

"Huh?"

Wangquan Zui frowned, the magic power at her fingertips gradually dissipating.

"What's going on?"

"I don't know. I was just about to locate my brother, and right when it was about to succeed, it felt as though my brother himself suddenly cut off the spiritual connection?"

Wangquan Zui shook her head with a blank expression.

"He actively cut it off?"

Yang Qingyuan narrowed his eyes, a playful glint flashing across them.

"Interesting. Could it be that he ran into someone and doesn't want to be disturbed right now?"

"What do you mean? Also, what is this talisman even for?"

Tushan Yaya looked equally bewildered.

She didn't even know what the Thousand-Mile Tracking Talisman in Wangquan Zui's hand was meant to do.

"Oh, this is a Thousand-Mile Tracking Talisman, an invention by a weapon-refining master in our organization. With this talisman, you can sense positions remotely and achieve the effect of teleporting thousands of miles away in a split second," Yang Qingyuan explained.

"Teleport a thousand miles? That powerful?"

Tushan Yaya's mouth widened in an "O" shape, and she cast a surprised look at the talisman in Wangquan Zui's hand.

"The talismans you humans invent are truly bizarre."

"Humans are good at wit rather than brute force. In this regard, you demons naturally cannot compare with humans."

Yang Qingyuan waved his hand, pondering how to keep Tushan Yaya steady and quietly wait for Wangquan Baiye to "deliver" himself right to their doorstep.

Suddenly, however, in the sky ahead, a powerful demonic aura instantly broke into the range of Yang Qingyuan's spiritual perception.

Upon sensing this demonic aura, Yang Qingyuan couldn't help but inwardly curse that things were going badly!

"Qingyuan!"

Not long after, Wangquan Zui's expression tightened as she too sensed that powerful demonic aura.

"Judging by this demonic power, this must be that demon king..."

"Well, now they've delivered themselves right to our doorstep! Time to wipe them all out in one sweep!"

A flash of excitement crossed Tushan Yaya's eyes, and she was already rolling up her sleeves and rubbing her palms together.

"Heh... Heh heh, wonderful, simply wonderful..."

Yang Qingyuan twitched the corner of his mouth. *No, I wanted Wangquan Baiye to do the "delivering," not you charging in here to deliver your own head!*

*I've gone to such lengths to "save" the situation, yet you still blindly crash right into the muzzle of the gun. Not even a delivery service can compete with your dedication to throwing yourself into danger!*

*Fine, since things have come to this—Baiyae, don't say your buddy wasn't a true friend.*

*I've already done everything I possibly could. As for the rest, it's up to your own fate.*

*If the two of you truly miss each other this way, it can only mean you lack affinity in this lifetime. Oh, infatuated humans, please wait for another lifetime...*

With these thoughts, Yang Qingyuan stopped agonizing over it. Raising his spear with the painted halberd blade, he instructed Tushan Yaya and Wangquan Zui behind him:

"Leave this one to me; handle the minor demons down below yourselves."

"Understood." Wangquan Zui nodded.

"I want to fight this demon king too!"

Wangquan Zui glanced at Tushan Yaya, completely too lazy to talk nonsense with her, and directly grabbed her by the hand without a word, pulling her as they flew downward.

The passage carved out by Yang Qingyuan's thunder magic moments earlier had not yet disappeared, saving her the trouble of forcefully cleaving open the venomous array.

Not long after Wangquan Zui and Tushan Yaya left, a bizarre-looking demon with no fewer than ten eyes on its face slowly came to a halt in front of Yang Qingyuan.

Behind it, a group of humans with pale, purplish faces were suspended by its demonic power, evidently having fallen unconscious due to toxic demon poison.

Among them was a young girl with the sacred fire mark of the Dongfang family between her brows, likely Dongfang Qinlan—the future mother of Dongfang Yuechu.

"A human?" the demon said, frowning.

"One of the Five Poison Protectors under the Southern Kingdom Princess—Du Fuzi, long time no see."

"You know me?" Du Fuzi looked at Yang Qingyuan with some suspicion.

Yang Qingyuan said nothing, merely pointing his spear at the humans behind Du Fuzi.

"These people, I'll take them."

Yang Qingyuan's arrogant attitude instantly provoked Du Fuzi into a furious laugh, prompting him to chuckle aloud.

"What an arrogant little brat, completely ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, daring to run wild within the borders of my Southern Kingdom. Perfect—we're still short of laborers to build the Star-Plucking Tower, so I'll just capture you along with them."

With that, Du Fuzi took a deep breath and spewed a massive cloud of poisonous mist toward Yang Qingyuan.

The poisonous mist spread rapidly, completely enveloping Yang Qingyuan within just a few breaths.

"Ignorant little brat, you didn't even dodge when facing my toxic mist. Now all your escape routes are sealed off by my poison; let's see how you plan to break out!"

Hearing this, Yang Qingyuan showed no panic whatsoever on his face.

With a single step forward, his entire figure transformed into a human-shaped bolt of lightning in the next instant, charging directly out of Du Fuzi's poisonous fog with lightning speed and snatching back all the humans in Du Fuzi's grasp before he could even blink.

"What? How is this possible?! Why is my poison ineffective against you?!"

Du Fuzi was greatly shocked, too stunned to even care that the humans he had just captured had been snatched away. He stubbornly spewed forth another wave of poisonous mist, far more violent than the last.

Channeling his magic power, Yang Qingyuan safely sent Dongfang Qinlan and the others down to the ground. Then, driving his power and gripping his trident halberd, he charged straight back into the toxic fog, hacking down at Du Fuzi's head.

Du Fuzi instinctively tried to channel his demonic power to block, but the moment he made contact with Yang Qingyuan's weapon, a mountain-like weight crashed down upon him!

*Bang!*

In an instant, Du Fuzi transformed into a shooting star, slamming fiercely into the ground below and carving out a gigantic crater.

"Puff—cough!!"

Inside the crater, Du Fuzi spewed a mouthful of blood, his right arm already cleanly severed by Yang Qingyuan's strike.

A single exchange was all it took for him to sustain heavy injuries.

Yang Qingyuan slowly descended, holding his weapon, and gazed coldly at Du Fuzi below.

"Husband!"

Accompanied by a flash of red light, Du Niangzi, having sensed the commotion outside the venomous array, rushed out at the very first moment.

"Wife... run! This Taoist priest is terrifyingly powerful, you are no match for him..."

Du Fuzi gasped for air, blood continuously spilling from his mouth.

Yet even while severely wounded, his first concern was still not himself, but his wife, Du Niangzi.