I Really Don't Want to Be the Blond Guy

Amid the ashes and dust filling the sky, the lingering blade aura remained razor-sharp and bone-piercing. If an ordinary person set foot there, they would likely be shredded into a cloud of blood in an instant.

Su Qinghan stared at the scene in shock. Had that expert not acted, she would never have known that such a powerful figure was hidden at Jiang Lan's side.

She had actually tried to threaten him.

Thinking back on it now, she felt she had truly been audacious beyond measure, courting death without knowing it.

But who exactly was this unfamiliar man who had suddenly barged in? Could he have come to save her?

"Could Miss Su know this assassin?"

"Coming to save you in the dead of night, he surely cannot be someone you do not know."

"But this man has changed his appearance and concealed his true face. Does he have some secret he cannot let others know?"

At that moment, Jiang Lan suddenly smiled faintly and reached out to wrap an arm around Su Qinghan's waist.

He was not afraid that Lin Fan would come. He was afraid only that Lin Fan would be too cautious to come.

The current situation was exactly what he wanted.

Su Qinghan froze in stunned disbelief. Then, realizing what Jiang Lan was doing, her whole body tensed at once.

Meanwhile, Jiang Lan felt quite a bit of fortune pour into his Mud Pill Palace.

It seemed teasing the Female Protagonist right in front of Lin Fan really did work. Had it affected his state of mind?

But I really don't want to be some blond guy.

Though he thought so, Jiang Lan continued smiling casually as he resumed their earlier discussion.

"What is Miss Su hesitating over?"

"With my status and position, in what way am I inferior to that son-in-law husband of yours?"

"If you follow Jiang, then setting everything else aside, at the very least, within Great Xia as it stands today, the status of your Su Family will rise as the tide lifts all boats."

"Not only in this tiny Yuyi City—even throughout the whole of Jiangling Commandery, countless sects and clans, great and small, would have to follow the lead of your Su Family. What is there left for you to consider?"

Su Qinghan's entire body stiffened, goosebumps rising all over her. She was wound tight, yet did not dare break free, and could only say softly, "Qinghan is not one to curry favor with the powerful. As for what you have said, Qinghan only wishes to strive for it herself."

"How truly dull."

Jiang Lan shook his head slightly, seeming somewhat disinterested as well. "It seems Miss Qinghan is indeed aloof and proud, pure and refined, entirely different from all the other women I have encountered before. Fine, if you truly are unwilling, Jiang will not force you."

"Your younger sister, Su Qingyao—I have seen her as well. She is also a rare beauty in the making."

Su Qinghan had not expected Jiang Lan to use her younger sister to coerce her again. Gritting her silver teeth, she said, "It is not that Qinghan is unwilling, but this matter came too suddenly and caught me unprepared. Young Master Jiang, could you give Qinghan some time to recover from this..."

"Let go, you villain..."

Before Su Qinghan could finish speaking, an angry shout rang out from amid the ashes blanketing the sky.

A ragged, disheveled figure slowly emerged from within, blood staining the corner of his mouth. It was Lin Fan.

But he no longer possessed the calm confidence he had arrived with. His face was filled with humiliation and coldness.

Su Qinghan was utterly shocked. She had never expected this unfamiliar man to survive.

"Young Master, be careful. There is something strange about this fellow."

The gray-robed middle-aged man named Uncle Ying stood before Jiang Lan with his blade in hand, his icy gaze fixed on Lin Fan.

This fellow's aura was clearly only at the Qi Cultivation Realm, yet he had taken a blow from him head-on without dying. At this moment, Uncle Ying even sensed a trace of danger from Lin Fan.

"Has he used one of his trump cards?"

Jiang Lan narrowed his eyes slightly, still watching with great interest.

His original plan had been to first force Lin Fan to expend several of the most crucial trump cards he currently possessed. Killing him afterward would be much easier.

After all, a Son of Fortune was like an indestructible cockroach.

If he was not killed outright and was given a chance to develop, he would soon obtain other opportunities and fortunes. He would surely become a great threat in the future.

As for treating Lin Fan as a treasure-hunting rat, Jiang Lan had considered it. But on second thought, he already knew the original plot, so what use did he have for a treasure-hunting rat?

The urgent matter was still to kill this fellow first, lest the night grow long and dreams multiply.

"Villain, let go."

Seeing that Jiang Lan still had an arm around Su Qinghan's slender waist, Lin Fan's gaze turned even colder.

Together with the streaks of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth and his filthy, bedraggled appearance, he carried something of the viciousness of a lone wolf.

Su Qinghan lowered her eyes, her lashes trembling lightly. For some reason, she found it difficult to meet Lin Fan's gaze, so full of fury and icy coldness.

Although she had never met this unfamiliar man, she had the feeling that she should know him.

Who exactly was he?

He had even changed his appearance and come to save her in the middle of the night. But would that not be the same as confirming her guilt in attempting to assassinate Jiang Lan?

"You will regret what you have done today..."

Lin Fan looked coldly at Jiang Lan and spoke nearly one word at a time.

If the killing intent in his eyes could kill, Jiang Lan would have died at his hands countless times already.

From the day of their marriage until now, he and Su Qinghan had exchanged fewer than ten sentences.

Forget touching her—he had barely even met her a few times.

Seeing her endure Jiang Lan's wanton advances without daring to move, the fury and killing intent in his heart grew even stronger.

He was the dignified Eternal Calamity Sword Master. When had he ever suffered such humiliation? To be bullied so brazenly by a useless Second Generation Scion.

"Courting death."

Boom!!!

Within the shattered pavilion, blade radiance surged forth like a tidal wave.

A vast expanse of white flooded the heavens, directly filling half the Sky Vault.

Uncle Ying's gaze was icy, his killing intent awe-inspiring. He swung his blade in a downward slash, holding nothing back.

After sensing a trace of danger from Lin Fan, he understood that this fellow might be even stranger and more troublesome than any opponent he had encountered before.

Rumble!!!

As the strike fell, the void before them trembled violently, blade radiance filling every inch of space.

Thousands of threads of surging blade light formed a boundless sea of blades, roiling and raging without end.

Lin Fan's eyes were bloodshot, his teeth clenched as he coughed blood without pause. Blood also burst forth from every pore of his body, making him look like a corpse dyed crimson in blood.

"Daoist Brother, show mercy..."

Yet just then, a mighty voice suddenly rang out, shaking even the Sky Vault several times.

Golden light surged through the void as a vast aura emerged, transforming into an ancient, square-palmed hand that struck forward and directly blocked the myriad blade radiances descending upon them.

In the distant night sky, an old man drifted over with a young girl in White Robes.

The old man had graying hair and was very old, appearing entirely ordinary.

Yet he was vigorous in spirit, his eyes clear and bright without the slightest trace of murkiness. Every gesture he made carried the weighty righteous aura of the Confucian School.

The young girl in White Robes beside him had delicate, elegant features and a refined bearing. Her eyes were like water, shimmering and captivating; her slender waist was willowy, and her figure graceful and straight.

Her three thousand strands of black hair fell smoothly to her waist. She had a luminous oval face, moist red lips, snow-white skin, and the gentle, dignified air of a noble young lady.