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Under the full moon, the atmosphere was solitary and cold.
An invisible force stretched Violet Rose's body, causing countless golden branches to flourish and spread from him. The sweet power of abundance flowed through every part of his limbs and being.
Now, he possessed seemingly endless potential. Regardless of how severe his injuries might be, the strength bestowed by the Benevolent Heart Medicine King rapidly healed his body.
For Violet Rose, crushing the black-clothed man before him would be as effortless as snapping a twig.
"Benevolent Heart Medicine King!" Violet Rose uttered in an icy, almost inhuman voice.
With a sudden leap into the air, he raised his menacing spear and roared, plunging it towards the black-clothed figure.
To everyone's surprise, the man neither dodged nor flinched. A hint of mad glee curved his lips as he allowed the spear to pierce his body.
Shhhk!
Blood splattered across the scene.
Violet Rose looked down contemptuously at the impaled black-clothed man. "Is that all you've got?"
"Pitiful, truly pitiful. You'll never comprehend the magnificent abilities bestowed upon me by the Benevolent Heart Medicine King." Blood dripped from the corner of the man's mouth, his eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty fervor. "This is not enough..."
The pain inflicted by this woman far outweighed any harm caused by this encounter, making death seem insignificant.
Swift scarlet sword light swept towards Violet Rose.
With disbelief in his eyes, his body, blessed by the Medicine King, was instantly severed at the waist by the terrifying crimson sword aura.
Thud.
As the severed Violet Rose watched helplessly, his torso began to heal before his very eyes. Then, once again, Blade cleaved him in two.
The agony pierced deep into his bones, yet he couldn't even scream aloud.
"Got it now?" Blade asked menacingly, his voice chilling.
To wear oneself down and tear apart enemies—such is the purpose of a weapon.
His former self had ceased to exist; this shell now served as an instrument of pain for both himself and his foes—a blade!
The medicinal pills Violet Rose consumed allowed his Mara-Struck body to rapidly heal from injuries within a short time frame. However, the price was a twofold increase in the pain he experienced.
Under the Benevolent Medicine King's blessing, even a swift death became a luxury beyond reach.
Fortunately, with this final demise, he would fully return to the embrace of the Benevolent Medicine King.
Yet, Blade showed no intention of letting him off so easily.
Blade began tormenting Violet Rose relentlessly, strike after strike. Each time the wounds exceeded his threshold of endurance, Blade paused, allowing his body to heal before resuming the torture anew.
"Stop! Who are you?!" Yanqing's furious shout echoed from behind Blade.
Simultaneously, a gleaming silver flying sword whistled forth, severing Violet Rose's body and ending his life definitively.
Hasty footsteps approached from behind Blade.
He sheathed the Zhi Li Sword, its dark surface flickering with blood-red light, showing no intention to resist.
The prestigious stronghold of the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus, filled with elite cultivators, had crumbled so effortlessly under his onslaught—exterminated within the time it takes for incense to burn.
"Who are you?!" Yanqing scrutinized Blade warily, as if facing a formidable adversary.
"You need not know who I am." Blade's crimson eyes remained cold, suppressing the urge to tear apart the youth before him, standing with his sword at the ready.
Yanqing pressed his blade against Blade's neck, gaze icy. "Regardless of your identity, you have likely violated Xianzhou's laws."
"Before you can plead your case, it would be best to accompany me."
Blade closed his eyes, remaining silent. All he needed to do was wait.
Yanqing glanced at him, surprised that this ruthless killer showed no resistance in his presence. It seemed rather anticlimactic. He had anticipated a bloody battle, eager to test his own prowess against such a formidable opponent.
Blade appeared remarkably composed, as if he were not responsible for this scene of carnage—this sea of blood and mountains of corpses—but rather someone else entirely.
Su Jinyan's arrival shattered this rare tranquility.
Even seasoned Cloud Knights who had fought on brutal battlefields couldn't help but pale at the sight of such savage violence. The intense stench of blood and the gruesome spectacle begged the question: just how many lives had Blade taken with his own hands?
As Su Jinyan rushed onto the scene, their eyes met—the physician's gaze locking with Blade's bloodthirsty stare.
"Yanqing, you—"
Before Su Jinyan could complete his rebuke, Blade suddenly moved.
Clutching his forehead, Blade gritted his teeth, his menacing aura intensifying.
"That woman..."
"What is your relationship with that woman?!" With crimson eyes ablaze, Blade leaped forward, unleashing multiple streaks of bloody sword energy accompanied by a fierce roar.
The overwhelming aura of bloodlust raised the chilling question: Just how many people had he slaughtered?
Su Jinyan's eyelid twitched as he hastily dodged the onslaught of scarlet sword strikes, swiftly reappearing behind Blade.
But Blade reacted even faster, swinging his blade in a counterattack.
Had this strike connected, it would have undoubtedly shattered bones, torn flesh, and inflicted unbearable agony.
"Teacher, watch out!"
Yanqing gritted his teeth and maneuvered his flying sword to disrupt Blade's strikes.
Su Jinyan's gaze turned icy as he once again vanished, reappearing beside Blade.
"Secret Technique: Pants-Pulling Art!"
With a swift flick of his finger, Su Jinyan made contact with Blade's back.
"Ughh—"
Blade's expression instantly shifted, his body going rigid as he clutched his abdomen in pain.
This familiar sensation... How many years had it been since he last felt it? Amidst the brutal battle, Blade suddenly experienced an urgent need to use the restroom.
Fortunately, the sensation wasn't overwhelming, and he managed to suppress it effortlessly.
Such a lowbrow and disgraceful technique...
Regardless of whether Blade was connected to that woman or not, he deserved death!
Su Jinyan's expression changed slightly, and he swiftly retreated behind Yanqing. "Be cautious, Yanqing. This is a formidable opponent."
"Whenever my Pants-Pulling Great Art hits an enemy, they invariably suffer immediate diarrhea."
"But this one is unprecedented—the first ever immune."
"It clearly indicates how exceptionally strong he must be."
Terrified, Yanqing hastily distanced himself from Su Jinyan. "Teacher, why would you resort to such nefarious sorcery?"
The surrounding Cloud Knights mirrored Yanqing's reaction, their gazes filled with fear when looking at Su Jinyan.
In their eyes, Su Jinyan seemed more terrifying than even the blade itself.
F*ck off, don't come any closer.
At that moment, Yanqing felt both dread and gratitude towards Su Jinyan, alongside a hint of relief.
How utterly horrifying! Thankfully, during their match, his teacher had spared him considerable dignity by not employing such sinister techniques against him. Otherwise, if word were to spread, he would have lost all standing within Luofu.
Earlier, when Blade saw the talisman worn by Su Jinyan, it immediately reminded him of Jingliu. Recalling what that woman had done to him, a torrent of negative emotions surged through Blade, nearly driving him to succumb to Mara-Strike and slaughter every Cloud Knight present.
Such a massacre would undoubtedly lead to grave consequences and potentially disrupt Elio's plans. It was precisely due to Su Jinyan's eerie secret technique that Blade managed to regain clarity amidst his struggle with Mara-Strike.
Mara-Strike? Compared to the mortifying humiliation he faced, Mara-Strike hardly mattered. He needed to remain vigilant at all times, lest this kind of evil art catch him off guard while under its influence!
Su Jinyan stood with hands clasped behind his back, declaring coldly, "I am General Jing Yuan of the Seat of Divine Foresight. State your names forthwith."
Blade, Yanqing, and the Cloud Knights—all stared in confusion.
If you're f*cking serious about being Jing Yuan, we'll sh*t our pants right here.
Blade's gaze chilled further as he exhaled softly. Just as he was about to retort with mockery, another mild twinge emanated from his abdomen.
The abdominal discomfort wasn't severe, but it sufficed to heighten Blade's nerves and instill an intense wariness towards Su Jinyan.
"Hissss—" Blade drew a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the urge to rush to the restroom.
"Young one, what is your relationship with the woman who gave you that talisman?"
Taken aback, Su Jinyan glanced at the talisman around his neck, realizing the implication behind Blade's question.
"What, do you hold a grudge against her?" Blade's tone turned menacing as he pointed his sword directly at Su Jinyan.
"When I wield my blade, phantom pains surge incessantly through my body," he growled. "Every strike that could be fatal, every agony unbearable—all thanks to her! Young one, if you have no connection to that woman, destroy the talisman, and I may spare your life."
Blade had always been the most dedicated Stellaron Hunter, never deviating from his mission or causing trouble—except when matters involving Xianzhou arose. If not for Su Jinyan using dark arts to awaken him just before succumbing to Demonic Yin, Blade would have committed a grave error today. Considering this, he chose to overlook Jinyan's earlier offenses and even extend mercy by sparing his life. However, there was a condition: Su Jinyan must willingly destroy Jingliu's talisman. This concession marked Blade's ultimate compromise regarding his mission.
"What kind of joke is this?" Su Jinyan scoffed coldly. "My wife gave me that talisman; destroying it would make me lose all face."
Blade couldn't help but snort derisively—heh. How utterly absurd, preposterous even.
Even if she had succumbed to Demonic Yin, murdered her comrades, betrayed their alliance, and been disowned by Luofu, erased from existence—
Jingliu was once a proud sword leader of Luofu, one of the High-Cloud Quintet. Could such a person truly be his "wife"?
"If you refuse to destroy it, don't blame my blade for its lack of mercy."
"Let the sword in my hand hasten your journey," Blade declared, his eyes growing increasingly menacing.
Just as he was about to strike, Su Jinyan interrupted with a shout:
"Hold on! You impudent ruffian, how dare you initiate combat without introducing yourself?"
Blade swung his sword, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth. "The dying need not know my name. If you insist, consider your killer a Stellaron Hunter."
Yanqing stepped forward, voice icy. "Arrogant Stellaron Hunter!"
"If you wish to challenge our teacher, first contend with Yanqing's sword!"
"The Cloud Knights, swiftly retreat!" he continued. "This foe far exceeds your capabilities; leave it to Yanqing."
With solemn expressions, the Cloud Knights tightened their grip on their formation blades, their collective response resounding thunderously:
"We pledge by this oath, we Cloud Knights shall shield Xianzhou like clouds veiling the sky!"
Blade silently pressed a hand to his forehead, muttering under his breath, "Utterly insufferable! I've given you ample chances, yet since you fail to heed them—"
Su Jinyan raised a finger, commanding loudly, "Defensive Barrier Technique!"
Blade's pupils contracted sharply as he hastily sidestepped to evade the nonexistent attack, breaking out in a cold sweat.
When he looked again, the young disciple had already fled the battlefield, scurrying away faster than a rabbit with his head covered like a frightened rat.
Had Blade just been toyed with by a rodent? A hint of red flashed through his eyes, and without hesitation, he pursued after the youth, leaving Yanqing and the Cloud Knights staring at each other in disbelief.
Was their teacher's hatred truly that intense?
Yanqing wasted no time and swiftly made his decision. "Quickly, eliminate the remaining Disciples of Sanctus Medicus strongholds."
"If you encounter Underworld Military Officials on your way, join forces with them."
"Make capturing Pillar Dan Shu, the leader of the Disciples, your top priority."
"As for protecting our Teacher, Yanqing alone will suffice."
Before the Cloud Knights could object, Yanqing had already set off in pursuit.
The trio's chase became a striking spectacle across Luofu.
"Halt! Release our Teacher immediately; if you've got guts, come at me instead!"
"Cowardly vermin, a craven fearing death, yet daring to impersonate Jing Yuan's name—your end is nigh!"
"Eat my Diarrhea Technique!"
With shock and fury flickering in his eyes, Blade was compelled to halt his sword swing and dodge sideways. Even though he knew the boy was bluffing, he still had to take evasive action. Who could say if this ruse might suddenly give way to an actual Diarrhea Technique strike?
The humiliation of falling for such a trick would be far more unbearable than being killed by Jingliu a thousand times over.
However, this incident only intensified Blade's determination to tear Su Jinyan limb from limb. The youth who provoked him might survive, but any junior who dared to humiliate him must die.
A Stellaron Hunter... Su Jinyan hadn't anticipated encountering one of Silver Wolf's accomplices here...
Upon realizing the man's identity, Su Jinyan's thoughts rapidly shifted. He had deliberately enraged Blade with the intent of using his fury to accomplish his own objectives—a strategy akin to driving a tiger to devour its prey.
Yes, he planned to exploit the Stellaron Hunter's anger to orchestrate a massacre across all strongholds of the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus.
Behind them, Blade relentlessly pursued, occasionally unleashing bursts of sword energy, which Su Jinyan evaded effortlessly.
Although Yanqing's mastery of swordsmanship was extraordinary, his pursuit speed consistently lagged behind these two adversaries. Even employing his most advanced tracking techniques and traveling on his sword, Yanqing remained unable to catch up.
Conversely, Su Jinyan relied on his Blink ability to maintain a steady distance from Blade. Whenever their gap narrowed, he would accelerate, widening the separation once again, effectively leading Blade on a chase.
Buzz—
Just then, Blade's phone vibrated, with Silver Wolf's contact icon prominently displayed on the incoming call screen.
Frowning slightly, Blade silently answered the call without speaking.
Silver Wolf's tone carried a hint of dissatisfaction, "Hey, stop chasing him."
"What do you plan to do to my friend?"
"Isn't this not how it's supposed to go according to the script?"
Blade hesitated, momentarily speechless.
"Hello? Can you hear me? The guy you're chasing is one of my friends," Silver Wolf pressed.
"Mm-hmm," Blade responded noncommittally.
Silver Wolf couldn't contain his frustration, "What does 'Mm-hmm' mean exactly?"
Blade remained silent, offering no clarification.
"Huh? Wait, there seems to be a change in plans. Keep pursuing him," Silver Wolf said, now puzzled.
"Kafka says Elio gave you a script just like this," Blade acknowledged.
Silver Wolf raised his hand to his forehead, ready to end the call, "Goodbye..."
In a bedroom filled with a distinctly girlish ambiance,
Kafka's lips curved into a captivating smile as she approached Silver Wolf from behind, subtly wrapping her arms around his shoulders and snatching the phone away. She spoke into the receiver, "Blade, invite him over whenever he has time—it's what Silver Wolf suggested."
"Hey, Kafka! When did I ever say something like that?" Silver Wolf protested unhappily.
As Su Jinyan's figure continued to distance itself rapidly,
Silently, Blade hung up the phone and resumed his pursuit.
Near the outskirts of Exalting Sanctum, at a Disciples of Sanctus Medicus stronghold.
Su Jinyan's sudden intrusion startled numerous cultivators, causing them to hastily rise and grab their weapons.
"Birth, aging, sickness, all lead to death! The suffering of the living ends with mortality!" Su Jinyan urgently recited the secret password, "Brothers, run quickly! If we don't escape now, it'll be too late."
"This stronghold has been compromised. Jing Yuan hired a formidable black-clad swordsman with crimson eyes and teal hair—damn impressive he is."
"He's about to unleash a bloodbath on our Disciples of Sanctus Medicus."
Hearing this, the cultivators were initially shocked but then burst into laughter.
"For Jing Yuan, who falsely claims the title of Divine Foresight, his vision is truly shortsighted."
"Our organization boasts elite cultivators aplenty, aided by spirit beasts."
"He sends just one swordsman, thinking he can wipe us out? Ridiculous!"
"The leader already commanded us to initiate a full-scale rebellion tomorrow; taking him down shouldn't alert anyone prematurely," one cultivator reasoned.
As they conversed, Blade approached the stronghold, wielding his ancient sword with palpable killing intent.
"Brothers, teach that black bastard a lesson—don't hold back!" Su Jinyan pointed at Blade, cursing.
A flash of displeasure crossed Blade's eyes, quickening his pace as sparks flew from his fractured blade scraping against the ground.
"Malefic Ape! Show this fellow how life works!" commanded a cultivator, addressing the towering azure ape resembling a mountainous rock.
Upon receiving the command, the azure ape's eyes turned crimson as it pounded its chest relentlessly. With a furious roar, the ape unleashed a punch imbued with immense power, hurtling directly towards Blade.
Had this blow connected, it would have effortlessly reduced an ordinary martial practitioner to pulp.
Blade's gaze remained icy as he swiftly swung his sword, declaring, "Death approaches!"
In that instant, before Malefic Ape could react, the chaotic currents of blood-red sword energy tore through the airborne creature, shredding it into pieces—transforming the Malefic Ape into literal 'ape sauce.'
The cultivators who had been eagerly watching the spectacle were now left speechless and wide-eyed. Their earlier composure vanished, replaced by expressions of panic.
Su Jinyan, shedding his previous timidity, rallied the cultivators with enthusiasm: "Everyone, don't panic! Look at our numbers—we're many, while he stands alone!
"Let's attack together; even if each of us just lands one strike, taking down this black bastard will be a breeze!"
As he encouraged them, Su Jinyan diligently cast healing spells on each cultivator. Truthfully, this was his first time using these spells, unsure of their effectiveness.
The healed cultivators felt invigorated, refreshed and revitalized. Even those wounded noticed their injuries gradually easing.
One cultivator's words resonated: "He's right. With so many of us, we could exhaust him in a war of attrition, let alone attacking all at once!"
Facing the onslaught of cultivators charging towards him, Blade showed no fear; instead, a cruel smile curled at his lips.
"Although I cannot possess this splendid scene for myself—"
"I can invite all of you to share it."
With a sweep of Zhi Li Sword, ferocious blood-red sword glares surged forth like waves, devouring the lives of every assailant.
In an instant, over thirty cultivators met their demise, with not a single survivor.
One diligent cultivator activated his Demonic Yin form and charged at Blade with a fierce roar.
Blade unleashed several more streaks of crimson sword energy, decisively ending their lives.
"Boy, any last words?" Blade advanced, wielding his blade.
Su Jinyan gritted his teeth, "The blood debt for killing my brothers shall never be forgotten!"
Blade's expression remained indifferent. "Cunning vermin! You only know how to cower behind others for your pitiful survival!"
"Today, I'll properly teach you a lesson on Jing Yuan's behalf, turning you into yet another nameless vengeful spirit beneath my sword."
Without hesitation, Su Jinyan turned and fled. "Damned Stellaron Hunter, if you're so skilled, come catch me then."
"We Disciples of Sanctus Medicus are countless; do you truly think we'd fear just one man?"
"This day, either you die or I perish!"
"See this talisman? My wife, Jingliu, gave it to me. Do you have one? No, you don't!"
Blade's malevolence surfaced fully, radiating overwhelming murderous intent. "Seeking death—!"
Witnessing this, Silver Wolf, chewing bubblegum, found himself momentarily bewildered.
"Kafka, do you think Blade realizes he's being used as a pawn for someone else's bidding?"
Kafka couldn't suppress her amusement. "Well, who knows?"
Five minutes later.
A petite figure clad in white emerged near one of the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus' secret outposts on the outskirts of Exalting Sanctum.
"The eighth outpost of the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus lies devastated, corpses strewn like fallen leaves and blood flowing like rivers. Not a single cultivator survived."
"I must find him swiftly," Xueyi murmured gravely to herself, her eyes filled with concern.
Su Jinyan indeed hadn't deceived her; his efficiency was astonishingly beyond her expectations.
What remarkable speed could drive such results?
If she recalled correctly, Su Jinyan had promised to dismantle the criminal organization of the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus within three days.
Should he succeed, both she and her sister would inevitably fall prey to this man's sinister intentions.
Later that afternoon, the Cloud Knights imposed a lockdown on the Alchemy Commission's paradise.
All hidden cultivators affiliated with the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus were arrested, those who resisted were executed on the spot, while the rest were detained in The Shackling Prison.
Just recently, Xueyi received precise intelligence:
At 5:15 PM, assisted by Stellaron Hunters, Su Jinyan had brutally purged five Disciples of Sanctus Medicus outposts.
By 7:45 PM, the eighth outpost met the same fate, leaving neither cultivator nor Abundant Evil Creature alive.
It was undeniably a masterstroke—using the Stellaron Hunters against the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus allowed their destruction without deploying a single soldier from the Cloud Knights.
But Su Jinyan himself was clearly a cultivator of the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus. What possible benefit could he gain from orchestrating their downfall?
He claimed to be severely lacking friends; could it be...
Was everything he did aimed at winning over me and Little Sister?
The mannequin girl's thoughts became increasingly conflicted.
Xueyi didn't wish for Hanya to suffer the same fate as herself, becoming yet another possession under that man's control.
How could she divert his attention away from Little Sister?
At the ninth stronghold of the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus—
"Benevolent Heart Medicine King, World Tree flourishing. Cultivators unite, ascending to bliss."
"Listen up, everyone! If we attack together, we can definitely take down this black-clothed swordsman!"
"The other shore awaits!"
"Running, running, running away."
The tenth stronghold.
"He's just one person; there are so many of us here—let's charge at once!"
"A harbinger of death approaches!"
"Speak up, someone! How come you're all dead?"
Blade stood silently amidst pools of blood, sheathing his sword with steady breaths. He had lost count of how many souls had been added to the Fragmentation Sword's tally since he began. To him, whether it was the cultivators' wails and curses or the Abundant Evil Creatures' roars, they were all indistinguishable cacophony.
To Blade's surprise, despite enduring such prolonged combat, his Demonic Yin affliction had yet to flare up. However, the Ten-Lords Commission's inefficiency was truly infuriating. After all this time, the white-clad mannequin Judge from their script still hadn't appeared before him.
Su Jinyan greeted him cheerfully, "Hey, friend, please thank Silver Wolf for me. What's your name?"
As a cold wind blew past, Blade unsheathed his bloodstained Zhi Li Sword again, his voice icy. "Youngster, dispatching you would be as effortless as snapping my fingers. Don't push your luck."
Su Jinyan's expression remained carefree. "Come on, don't be like that—we've practically become friends through this fight," he said jovially. "After all, I'm someone with some standing on Xianzhou. Silver Wolf's friend is my friend too. Since you've helped me so much, why not join me for tea at the Nightless Marquis later?"
Blade stood silent.
For a fleeting moment, Blade truly entertained thoughts of killing Su Jinyan—tearing him apart with his sword once and for all. But this scum was far too cunning; he never lingered to engage in prolonged battles, instead repeatedly hiding behind the other cultivators while urging them to their deaths. Whenever faced with disadvantage, he would promptly turn tail without hesitation.
Undeterred by Blade's silence, Su Jinyan continued talking to himself. "We've been quite fortunate along this journey, only encountering minor adversaries."
"Once we take out their leader, the remaining cultivators will scatter like birds and beasts, and the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus will be utterly annihilated."
"However, I don't plan to confront her personally, nor do I intend for you to go either. Do you know why?" Blade remained quiet.
Su Jinyan persisted, still speaking aloud as if in conversation. "Rumor has it that the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus enlisted an ally."
"We've been lucky not to have encountered this ally yet during our journey."
"In fact, there's a good chance I've already met this ally—and managed to offend her deeply. That's why I dare not approach."
"Tomorrow—"
Suddenly, a fierce gust howled towards them.
Blade's body tensed amidst the biting wind, aware of impending danger yet making no move to evade. A streak of azure light, emanating a destructive aura, swiftly tore through his abdomen in the blink of an eye.
With a thud, Blade collapsed heavily onto the ground.
Su Jinyan fell silent, daring not to utter another word.
A pair of delicate, pale hands wrapped around his neck as their owner breathed seductively into his ear.
"What did you plan to do 'tomorrow,' Su-gongzi?"
"Speak up now~" Phantylia smiled coquettishly and gently nibbled on his earlobe.
Su Jinyan's body tensed. "Tomorrow, I would personally visit Miss Yue Shi to apologize."
"Oh, by the way, your new manicure looks lovely; black is quite appealing too." Phantylia softly caressed his cheek, her rosy tongue flicking across her lips. "Why wait until tomorrow?"
"Let's do it now, Su-gongzi."
"I eagerly anticipate the manner and words with which you'll express your apology."
Unnoticed by anyone, Blade's eyes began showing signs of life despite the gaping wound in his chest. The hole in his abdomen rapidly healed before their very eyes.
Regrettably, he had survived once again.
A hint of disappointment flickered in Blade's crimson eyes.
Recognizing the gravity of the situation, Su Jinyan swiftly apologized, "I'm sorry, I was wrong."
"I admit, my voice was indeed too loud before. Please accept my sincere apologies for any inconvenience caused to you."
Phantylia giggled coyly, "Su-gongzi, is that all the sincerity you can muster?"
Su Jinyan felt increasingly anxious, acutely aware that he was now firmly locked in the other's crosshairs. Any sudden movement would undoubtedly lead to a fate worse than Blade's, without question.
Calmly, Su Jinyan asked, "What do you desire then, Miss Yue Shi?"
"Feel free to make any request; as long as it satisfies you, I won't hesitate or frown upon it."
"My eloquence has been honed over time, ensuring your satisfaction. What say you?"
With delicate ivory fingers, Phantylia gently parted his shirt at the chest and caressed his torso.
"Let me think... Su-gongzi, I detest that vixen who clung to you that day immensely."
"Could you kill her for me?"