Miss Su, How Much Is Your Face Worth?

"Qinghan..."

Seeing this, Lin Fan was somewhat astonished that Su Qinghan would humble herself so much to plead for him.

In his impression, Su Qinghan had always possessed an icy, proud temperament, like a snow lotus standing aloof amid bitter frost—solitary and lofty, her gaze set above all others. When had she ever begged anyone like this?

It seems my wife in name does not entirely disregard me after all.

The corners of Lin Fan's lips curled upward. He felt somewhat gratified, and also inexplicably satisfied. Then his gaze sharpened as he declared, "Qinghan, you need not bow and beg for my sake..."

However, before he could finish, Jiang Lan's indifferent voice cut him off. "Kill him."

The expression on Lin Fan's face froze.

Su Qinghan's expression froze as well. Her jade hand, tightly clutching Jiang Lan's sleeve, turned pale from the force of her grip.

At that moment, emotions far more humiliating and unbearable than before flooded her heart, turning her mind blank in an instant.

"Miss Su, how much is your face worth?"

"Though I am indeed somewhat interested in you, do not forget that you were just trying to assassinate me."

"We have yet to settle that account between us."

Jiang Lan looked at her, his tone still unhurried.

It sounded as though he were kindly explaining things to her.

Yet those words, so indifferent that they scarcely carried any emotional ripple, drained all color from Su Qinghan's pretty face.

Jiang Lan's attitude had indeed softened considerably just now, but she had forgotten that this fellow had never been a good person...

What had she been hoping for?

Hearing Jiang Lan utter the words "assassination," bitterness and helplessness welled up in Su Qinghan's heart.

If she were to explain to everyone here that this so-called "assassination" was merely a performance Jiang Lan had staged himself, would anyone believe her?

She might even be saddled with an additional charge of slander.

Before a colossal entity like the Prime Minister's Manor, the Su Family had no right to resist at all.

Lin Fan coldly watched everyone charge toward him as an astonishing sword intent suddenly spread from his body.

Faintly, a dim light seemed to shine from his cheekbones.

Within his sea of consciousness, the phantom of an ancient divine sword emerged. Rosy mist shrouded it, and its majestic sword light drove back the darkness, ready to burst forth.

BOOM!!!

The next moment, an astonishing, surging aura suddenly reverberated through the scene, blasting the patrol guards rushing at Lin Fan away.

An ancient and majestic sword shadow flashed past, radiant with divine light and surging with luminous haze, as if veiled by mist.

Lin Fan stood tall and straight, erect as a sword. Though he remained disheveled, his gaze had regained its calm composure.

"I will remember today's humiliation."

He coldly swept his gaze over Jiang Lan, who still looked thoroughly entertained. Leaving behind this threat, he intended to use the Eternal Calamity Sword from his past life to break through the void and depart.

This was currently his greatest reliance and trump card.

But he had no choice now. If he were captured and his cultivation sealed, perhaps even the secret that he had been the Eternal Calamity Sword Master in his past life would be exposed.

Unless it was a critical moment, he had not wanted to use his current trump card.

After all, it meant that he would fall into weakness for a long while afterward.

But Jiang Lan was truly hateful. Relying on his own background and the formidable strength of his subordinates, he had not only molested Su Qinghan, but humiliated him like this as well.

If he did not use his trump card, he might truly die a miserable death here today.

To think that he, the Eternal Calamity Sword Master who had once looked down upon all realms and overlooked the world, had fallen to the point of fleeing for his life like a stray dog—it was truly laughable beyond measure.

"Breaking through the void?"

Sensing the ripples stirring through the void and the feeling of fracture coming from it, even Zhao Tianhe, the strongest person here, could not help but change expression.

Across the Nine Provinces Continent today, only those in the Eighth Realm, the Tribulation Bridge Realm, possessed the ability to cross the void with their physical bodies.

Without relying on an external object, even he could not accomplish it.

Yet Lin Fan was only at the Second Realm, and he could still open up the void to flee for his life. This showed that he absolutely carried some mysterious and powerful supreme treasure on his body.

HUM!!!

Ignoring everyone's shocked expressions, Lin Fan rose into the air and stepped forward.

The void before him split open, shrouded in layer upon layer of mist, a hazy blur. Powerful, terrifying Gale Wind howled out through the opening, enough to blow a person into dust.

"I knew there was something strange about this fellow."

Watching this scene, Uncle Ying stood with his saber held crosswise, his expression darkening slightly.

Naturally, he too possessed a treasure capable of breaking through the void, but it had been bestowed by the Prime Minister and was exceedingly precious.

Only when Jiang Lan encountered a truly inescapable life-threatening danger could he use it to flee with him.

Lin Fan was merely the Su Family's son-in-law, yet he possessed such a precious treasure. That alone was enough to show that his origins were far from simple.

There are likely many more matters entangled behind this man. There must also be a reason he tried to assassinate the young master... He was secretly shocked.

Jiang Lan narrowed his eyes, then suddenly took something from his robes and asked with a faint smile, "Uncle Ying, can you keep him here?"

"This is..."

Uncle Ying looked over, and his entire body shuddered.

The object in Jiang Lan's hand was an ancient, exquisite little wooden box. A powerful aura faintly permeated from within, making even Zhao Tianhe, some distance away, feel his heart tremble.

As the wooden box opened, layer after layer of restraining runes flashed by. A blazing radiance suddenly emerged, dazzling and resplendent.

Within lay a flawless piece of jade, round and crystalline, tranquil as the deep sea.

A faint pale-blue aura, like a cold mist, seemed to coil around it.

With the appearance of this jade, the temperature of the entire world seemed to drop considerably.