"You take three, I take seven." Nangong Huan handed Ye Wanjun three million spirit herbs, packed up the remaining flags, and prepared to leave.

Some of it would go to buy food for Cuocuo, some for her grandfather's health potions, and some for magical herbs for alchemy—better safe than sorry...

As Nangong Huan calculated how to use the spirit herbs, she walked ahead.

"Three million! I didn't even do much. Are you sure you want to give me so much?" Ye Wanjun was on the verge of tears from gratitude.

"The flags were all sold by you; this is what you deserve. I didn’t expect you to have such a knack for business!" Nangong Huan smiled and patted his arm in praise.

"That’s because you gave me the opportunity, heh." The two began exchanging compliments about their business skills.

Just then, a figure suddenly appeared in front of them, blocking their path. The person was cloaked in a large black cape, obscuring their face.

Nangong Huan and Ye Wanjun halted, sensing a dangerous aura from the figure.

The person slowly removed the cape, revealing a meticulously groomed face of stunning beauty—it was Nangong Qian'er.

"Sister, how have you been these past two days?" Nangong Qian'er’s complexion was rosy, suggesting she had been doing well.

"I’m fine, thank you for your concern, sister," Nangong Huan replied coldly. Encountering Nangong Qian'er now meant she was fully prepared.

Over the past two days, Nangong Huan had heard from those who came to buy flags that sometimes, a sudden sound of flute music would ring in their ears, causing them stomach pains, followed by the appearance of a mysterious figure in a black cloak who would steal their flags.

Approximately ten teams had been robbed, and no one knew who this cloaked figure was.

Upon hearing about the mysterious robber, Nangong Huan had guessed it was undoubtedly Nangong Qian'er, who now likely had many people harboring resentment against her.

"The trial is about to end. Don't you care how I’ve been these past two days?" Nangong Qian'er smiled sweetly, appearing innocent.

Nangong Huan gestured dismissively, "You seem to be doing quite well."

But suddenly, Nangong Qian'er seemed to lose her composure, throwing her cloak to the ground and shouting, "I’ve been doing terribly!"

"I’ve been hiding alone like a rat in a sewer. You have no idea how much suffering I’ve endured these past three days!" Nangong Qian'er exclaimed, her determination evident.

"Oh? Should I offer you some assistance?" Nangong Huan provocatively waved a red flag in front of her, causing Nangong Qian'er’s expression to twist with rage.

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"You’re the one selling flags?!" she shouted, her voice filled with indignation.

For days, rumors had circulated about a team selling flags, claiming they had several red flags and were quite wealthy.

Nangong Qian'er immediately began to plot.

"Yes, it’s me. What’s wrong? Do you want to buy some? Since we’re sisters, I can give you a 30% discount," Nangong Huan teased, flashing a mischievous smile.

Nangong Qian'er was not amused; she huffed and raised her right hand, revealing a plump cursed insect resting in her palm.

"All your flags belong to me!" she sneered, as if the entire world was under her control.

"Wow, sister, you’re impressive!" Nangong Huan feigned admiration, twisting her body in a dramatic fashion, which only fueled Nangong Qian'er’s fury.

Ye Wanjun, exasperated, covered his eyes. It wasn’t just Nangong Qian'er who wanted to hit her; he felt the urge too!

"Sister, I may not have told you, but I’ve already placed a cursed insect inside you! With just a thought, you’ll be writhing in agony! If you beg me now, maybe I’ll let you off easy," Nangong Qian'er declared, her confidence soaring.

With the cursed insect in play, she felt invincible!

"Ah, a cursed insect! Oh no, I’m so scared!" Nangong Huan exaggeratedly covered her mouth and pretended to panic, stepping back dramatically.

Nangong Qian'er sneered, "Now that you’re scared, hand over the flags, and I might let you suffer a little less!"

The thrill of having someone’s life in her hands was intoxicating for Nangong Qian'er, especially since it was someone she had always disliked!

Nangong Huan lowered her hand, her expression returning to normal as she beckoned with her finger and smiled, "If you have the ability, come and take them."

"You asked for it!" Nangong Qian'er was thoroughly enraged. She used her spiritual energy to command the mother insect to incite chaos among the child insects.

"Ouch—" Nangong Huan suddenly groaned, clutching her stomach and bending over.

"Haha, feeling uncomfortable, are we? Here’s your chance to beg on your knees..." Before Nangong Qian'er could finish her taunt, she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, her eyes widening as a wave of excruciating cramps hit her!

Not only that, her limbs began to swell slightly, making it hard for her to stand as she collapsed to the ground. Her skin felt like it was being seared, sending waves of burning pain deep into her bones, as if nails were being driven into her very core, a searing agony engulfing her!

To make matters worse, her head throbbed painfully, and spots of black began to appear on her face, transforming her exquisite features into a grotesque mask.

"Ah—" Nangong Qian'er screamed in agony, rolling on the ground as she tossed the mother insect aside. The pain she felt was far worse than the initial realization of her predicament!

"Wait? I’m perfectly fine?" Nangong Huan straightened up, feigning ignorance as she looked down at herself, then smiled at Nangong Qian'er, "Weren’t you the one who wanted me to beg for mercy? How did it turn into you begging now?"

"Ah—Nangong Huan—what did you do?!" Nangong Qian'er shouted through gritted teeth, struggling in pain. Why was she the one suffering after commanding the mother insect?

Nangong Huan stepped closer, crushing the mother insect underfoot right in front of her, grinding it down a few times. The viscous juices were indeed disgusting, but the cruel smile on Nangong Huan's face remained unwavering.

With the mother insect dead, the child insects would undoubtedly perish as well, but before they died, they would intensify the agony for their host.

"Of course, I returned the cursed insects to you, sister. How does it feel to be on the brink of death?" Nangong Huan leaned down, watching Nangong Qian'er scream in pain, completely unmoved, her coldness reaching new heights.

Ye Wanjun couldn’t help but cover his ears; the sound of Nangong Qianer's screams was unbearable.

No words could describe the rage consuming Nangong Qian'er at that moment. While she writhed in agony, her bloodshot eyes glared at Nangong Huan, realizing she was doomed.

With the child insect inside her, if the mother insect died, she would follow suit.

Who could save her...? In a daze, Nangong Qian'er thought of her mother... perhaps her mother could help!

With the last vestige of her rationality, she activated the red ring and fled!