Chapter 1995: Reunion

Even when Zhang Zitong served as a Silver-Badge Embroidered Uniform Guard, she was considered well-traveled and experienced, but at this moment, she was utterly panicked.

She felt an overwhelming surge of desire within her. It was manageable now, as she still retained a sliver of rationality, but if the poison fully took effect, any man could easily take advantage of her. How could she possibly let this man remain by her side?

Yet, she despairingly realized that the man's cultivation was unfathomably deep. Just moments ago, he had instantly killed Fang Biao and his men; when she tried to attack him, she couldn't even touch a corner of his clothes.

This guy was hiding his true strength so well. How hateful that she had foolishly saved him back then!

Unfortunately, there was no going back now.

Seeing her cheeks flushed crimson and her whole body resembling a cooked shrimp, Zu An asked, "You've been poisoned. Don't you need me to save you?"

"No!" Zhang Zitong exclaimed, like a startled rabbit, clutching her hands to her chest. In her current state, what method could a man possibly use to save her?

If it came to that, she'd rather die.

For some reason, a figure appeared in her mind, seemingly overlapping with the man in front of her.

She hastily shook her head, trying to dispel the thought.

It must be the drug, it must be!

"But if I don't save you, you'll die," Zu An said in a deep voice.

"If you truly wish to save me, then kill me!" Zhang Zitong's lips were almost bitten until they bled. She felt she was on the verge of losing control and was determined to end her life while still somewhat lucid.

Immediately, she pulled out a small dagger and thrust it towards her chest.

At that moment, a steady, large hand gripped her wrist, knocking away the dagger.

Feeling the warmth emanating from his hand, Zhang Zitong let out a soft moan. She felt an urge to throw herself into the man's arms, but instead whispered, "Don't... don't touch me."

Zu An sighed. "You won't let me save you, but I will."

Immediately, he placed his palm on her.

"You shameless pervert!" Zhang Zitong cursed furiously. This guy was truly despicable, feigning weakness to prey on others. If she hadn't tried to save him, she wouldn't have encountered such a situation.

He was now taking advantage of her vulnerable state, even more despicable than Fang Biao...

Rage value from Zhang Zitong: 444,444,444...

I'm sorry, Lord Eleven!

Grief welled up within her, and two streams of clear tears flowed from her eyes.

Then she promptly fainted.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but she slowly woke up. Her first instinct was to look down at her clothes, and she was astonished to find them perfectly intact, aside from being soaked with sweat and appearing slightly transparent.

Is it over? Did that man even put my clothes back on...

Just then, a cold voice came from behind her: "Don't move."

Startled, she turned her head and saw that the man she had so deeply resented was sitting behind her, his palm pressed against her back, radiating warmth.

Only then did she realize that he hadn't used the method she had imagined to detoxify her, but was instead using his vital energy to expel the drug's effects from her body.

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you just now," Zhang Zitong said, feeling a bit embarrassed. She had just cursed him so harshly; it was truly mortifying.

Zu An said indifferently, "Not moving is the best way to thank me."

Zhang Zitong hummed in acknowledgment and lowered her head, remaining silent. She felt his vital energy surge through her meridians, making her entire body tingle and go numb, as if an electric current was coursing through her. Several times, she almost couldn't help but cry out, forcing herself to bite her lip and endure.

To hide her embarrassment, she asked with a trembling voice, "Why... why did you save me?"

"No reason, I just felt like it," Zu An replied. His recent efforts in refining aphrodisiacs hadn't been in vain; he was exceptionally familiar with their properties and had gradually discovered some detoxification methods.

As for Zhang Zitong, besides their past encounters when she was a Silver-Badge Embroidered Uniform Guard, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with her, as if he saw the shadows of two celebrities from his previous world before his transmigration. This made him inclined to take extra care of her.

Furthermore, she had "saved" him twice today, so he naturally couldn't stand by idly.

Zhang Zitong murmured in understanding. After a moment, she asked with a trembling voice, "What exactly brings you here?"

Zu An was surprised. Why had her tone suddenly become so respectful?

He merely assumed she was grateful for his rescue and didn't dwell on it. "You haven't told me your purpose for coming either, so why should I tell you mine?"

To his surprise, Zhang Zitong immediately replied, "I was entrusted by someone to come here and monitor the developments within the Demonic Sect. The sect recently secretly initiated a grand assembly that hasn't been held for decades, summoning all disciples from across the land back to their main headquarters. I'm here to investigate what's happening and if the Shadow Tower is involved."

Zu An was a bit bewildered. Why had this woman suddenly become so forthcoming with answers?

Many women in this world become utterly submissive to the first man who takes their virginity, but he clearly hadn't done anything to her.

Nevertheless, he asked, "Entrusted by whom?"

Zhang Zitong replied, "Someone who showed me kindness."

Zu An wondered, *Could it be the organization she belongs to?*

He then asked about her identity several more times, but Zhang Zitong pursed her lips and shook her head, saying, "I can tell you anything else, but not that."

Seeing this, Zu An didn't press the matter and continued to heal her.

Soon, Zhang Zitong finally couldn't hold back and began to whimper and moan.

After a while longer, Zu An stood up. "Alright, about seventy to eighty percent of the poison in your body has been cleared. You should be able to suppress the rest yourself, and it will completely disappear after one or two days of rest."

"Thank you!" Zhang Zitong said, getting up and tidying her clothes, her expression a bit shy. Her moans earlier had indeed been somewhat embarrassing.

"This place is too dangerous for you. Leave quickly before anyone notices you," Zu An said before turning and walking away, pondering how he could find Yun Jianyue and her disciple next.

Fang Biao had mentioned that his eldest brother was about to marry Qiu Honglei?

He figured the Yin-Yang Sect likely had more opportunities to interact with the Demonic Sky Sect, so he might be able to infiltrate them.

However, Fang Biao's disappearance might raise the Yin-Yang Sect's vigilance, alerting the enemy...

He could indeed disguise himself as Fang Biao and return, but since all his followers were dead after this trip, it would easily arouse suspicion.

Just then, he stopped and frowned, looking at Zhang Zitong behind him. "Why are you still following me?"

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Zhang Zitong asked, hesitating for a moment before gathering her courage and looking at him. "Lord Eleven?"

Zu An's pupils constricted, and he stared coldly at her.

Zhang Zitong's expression was complex. "The first time I saw you after entering this town, I felt a sense of familiarity and closeness. What just happened finally made me somewhat certain. Lord Eleven also expelled poison for me once before, and the feeling was exactly the same as just now. I suppose Lord Eleven has too many people and matters to deal with every day, which is why this detail was overlooked."

Zu An was silent for a moment. So much had happened recently that he had indeed forgotten this minor incident with Zhang Zitong, but he hadn't expected her to remember it so clearly.

He was momentarily in a difficult position, unsure how to deal with this woman.

Her allegiance was still unclear, and letting her leave would definitely be inappropriate.

But killing her to silence her didn't align with his nature.

Zhang Zitong then said, "Lord Eleven, there's no need to be troubled. Your kindness to me is as vast as a mountain; I will not do anything unfavorable to you."

Zu An's face was cold. "Your mind isn't very sharp, and you love to act clever. Even if you guess some things, you shouldn't say them out loud. What if I really wanted to kill you to silence you?"

"Because I know you're not that kind of person, Lord," Zhang Zitong said, looking at him somewhat shyly. "And even if you truly wished to take my life, I would be willing."

"Are you out of your mind?" Zu An was speechless and walked off on his own.

A slight smile appeared on Zhang Zitong's face, and she quickly scurried after him. "Lord, is this your true appearance? You truly are extraordinary and magnificent..."

"No," Zu An said, turning to give her a cold glance.

Zhang Zitong, however, smiled even more brightly. "I knew it! Your true appearance must be as elegant as a jade tree in the wind, not so ordinary."

Zu An was speechless.

"Are you planning to infiltrate the Demonic Sect's headquarters, Lord?" Zhang Zitong asked again.

"Do you have any suggestions?" Zu An replied, looking around to avoid anyone noticing them.

"Since this isn't your true appearance, and no one here can discern it, then you must be skilled in disguise techniques," Zhang Zitong suggested. "Why not disguise yourself as that Fang Biao? That way, it would be easier to infiltrate the Demonic Sect's high-ranking core."

Zu An couldn't help but give her another look. No wonder this woman could become a Silver-Badge Embroidered Uniform Guard; her mind certainly worked fast. "Unfortunately, all of Fang Biao's subordinates were killed," he said. "It would be easy for me to be discovered if I went back alone."

People in this world aren't stupid; if an outsider suddenly impersonates someone they know well, there are many ways to expose the deception.

"That's easy," Zhang Zitong said, sounding eager. "I can simply pretend to be your female slave."

Zu An: "???"