Chu Yun! I Want You Dead!

"Alright, Young Master Chu, how about I perform a sword dance for you?" A tall figure squeezed in front of Feng Yao, blocking her from view.

This person was Feng Xiaoyao.

Feng Xiaoyao naturally placed Feng Yao behind him. Although he didn't know why his cousin was being fancied by this Young Master Chu, his cousin already had a partner and couldn't possibly get involved with Young Master Chu any further.

However, he was from the outer city and had to give Chu Yun face within Haiyuan City. He couldn't openly oppose him.

Of course, it wasn't because Feng Xiaoyao couldn't defeat Chu Yun, but simply because Feng Xiaoyao wanted to give the Chu family face.

While Feng Xiaoyao and Chu Yun were bickering, below the pavilion, a man in a group clenched his fists tightly. With red eyes, he stared at the pavilion and spat out two hoarse, low words from his throat.

"Chu Yun!"

His aura was as if he were about to devour someone.

"Brother Li! Don't be rash!" Standing next to Li Quan was Zhang Maoxi. Zhang Maoxi firmly held Li Quan down and also frowned slightly as he looked up at the pavilion.

He had merely brought his subordinates to attend a poetry gathering, yet this had happened. Although Li Quan wasn't his subordinate, he was still part of the escort agency. Now, this Young Master Chu actually had designs on Li Quan's partner.

Should he intervene? If he did, it would be impolite to Chu Yun, which went against his original intention of attending the poetry gathering to make friends.

But if he didn't, it was unacceptable for the partner of a disciple from his own faction to be stared at like this.

Zhang Maoxi instantly fell into a dilemma.

Meanwhile, a graceful figure stepped forward with a sword.

On the pavilion, Chu Yun occasionally covered his face with a jade fan, his expression gentle. He ignored Feng Xiaoyao and looked at Feng Yao, a greedy glint in his eyes.

This petite type was exactly his favorite! Especially since this girl was a martial artist in the Late Qi and Blood Stage, making her even rarer.

Even though she was a disciple of the Fengxing Family, the Fengxing Family's influence didn't reach Haiyuan City at all. Even if he did something, the Fengxing Family wouldn't be able to deal with him.

Within Haiyuan City, women who met such criteria were usually disciples of major powers, making it difficult for Chu Yun to succeed. But Feng Yao was different.

It was just that Feng Xiaoyao was a bit of a nuisance. However, he had already made arrangements. Soon, everyone around Feng Yao would be lured away, and no one would be able to interfere with him.

Just as Chu Yun was about to say something, a clear and pleasant voice sounded from below.

"Young Master Chu, Beichuan Wan has recently made a breakthrough in her sword technique. Allow me to show you!" Looking over, they saw a woman in a blue ruqun with an elegant posture, stepping on the water as she floated into the open-air pavilion in the center of the small lake.

This pavilion was located in the very heart of the garden, the most eye-catching spot, perfect for a sword dance.

Beichuan Wan glanced at Chu Yun, her eyes devoid of emotion. She began to dance with her long sword, as graceful as a phoenix spreading its wings.

Many young noblemen were captivated for a moment. Some who hadn't clearly heard Beichuan Wan's name began to inquire.

"Oh, Beichuan Wan? Then it's understandable."

Everyone knew that Beichuan Wan was the young lady of the Zhenyuan Escort Agency, and Zhang Maoxi of the Zhenyuan Escort Agency had feelings for Beichuan Wan. Many were unwilling to cross Zhang Maoxi.

On the pavilion, Feng Yao's eyes showed gratitude, thanking Beichuan Wan in her heart for relieving her predicament.

Chu Yun, on the other hand, felt annoyed. He had intended to use the excuse of a sword dance to dance with Feng Yao and take advantage of her.

But there was no rush.

Chu Yun looked down at the crowd. Beichuan Wan's body appeared even more graceful under the embellishment of her beautiful sword technique. Even Chu Yun, who was only interested in petite women, couldn't help but praise her.

"As expected of the Zhenyuan Escort Agency's Phoenix Cry Sword Technique, as expected of Miss Bei Chuan."

Hearing Chu Yun's words, Zhang Maoxi glanced at Chu Yun with sudden vigilance. What did he mean by that!

"Too beautiful, is this the Phoenix Cry Sword Technique?"

"Miss Beichuan's swordsmanship is truly superb."

"This isn't even Miss Beichuan's true skill! Last time, Miss Beichuan displayed a sword technique at the Great Accomplishment level!"

"But it seems she still can't defeat that person who has recently become famous..."

"Why bring that up? I'll dance my sword!"

"My family's Four Seas Sword Technique is also quite enjoyable to watch."

"Can I dance with a saber? Hahaha."

Beichuan Wan single-handedly livened up the atmosphere of the entire venue. In the garden, the mood suddenly became lively.

"Then I'll perform a sword dance with my sister!" Feng Xiaoyao's expression also relaxed. He naturally brought Feng Yao to the lake, using his Qi and Blood to increase the pressure on the water's surface beneath his feet, and actually began to dance with his sword on the lake.

Feng Xiaoyao and Feng Yao were not the only ones doing this; many people were already dancing on the lake.

In an instant, in the beautiful garden, above the small lake, countless young men and women were dancing gracefully, looking as if they were celestial beings dancing on the water.

The scene suddenly became ethereal. However, Chu Yun's gaze was not on the ethereal scenery on the lake. Instead, he kept staring at the petite Feng Yao, his eyes filled with greed, lust, and other emotions.

Beichuan Wan finished her sword dance, gave Young Master Chu a slight bow, and returned to the shore. Someone else then took her place on the ground and began to dance.

"Wanwan... you're so beautiful..." After returning to the group, Beichuan Wan frowned. Zhang Maoxi was staring at her like a lecher.

Beichuan Wan snorted lightly and ignored him, instead looking towards Chu Yun on the stage.

Seeing Beichuan Wan's gaze, Chu Yun's expression relaxed and returned to normal.

Chu Yun was not in a good mood at the moment, but he would have other opportunities.

The Fengxing Family had no influence in Haiyuan City. Wouldn't it be easy for him to deal with an ordinary female disciple of the Fengxing Family?

If Feng Yao were the legitimate daughter of the Fengxing Family, Chu Yun would have held back a bit. But Feng Yao was merely from a collateral branch.

The Fengxing Family wouldn't do anything to him, the eldest son of the Chu Family, the foremost great family in Haiyuan City, just because of Feng Yao.

Thinking this, Chu Yun became patient all of a sudden.

He quietly watched the sword dance on the lake, occasionally offering praise. It seemed like a harmonious scene.

However, a poetry gathering was still a poetry gathering; it naturally required composing poetry.

As the sword dance was mostly over, Chu Yun spoke, "It's autumn, and the chrysanthemums are in full bloom. Why don't we take the chrysanthemum as our theme and compose some poems?"

"Excellent!"

"Very good, I happened to compose an excellent poem a few days ago."

"Poetry again? I'm completely useless when it comes to composing poetry, unlike sword dancing."

"I'll go first. The poem's title is 'Chrysanthemum,'..."

With the lively atmosphere from the preceding sword dance, the poetry composition and couplet matching session was naturally also incredibly lively. Everyone composed poems to the best of their abilities.

Everyone present was either a scion of a noble family or a disciple of other major powers, possessing deep foundations. While not everyone could compose poetry, quite a few could.

Talented men and women recited their poems one after another. Some in the audience who didn't understand poetry cheered regardless of the quality, so the atmosphere didn't cool down.

Meanwhile, the area around Feng Xiaoyao also became lively.

"Young Master Feng, I've long heard of your literary talent. Could you compose a poem for this humble one?"

"Uh, this?"

"Come with me, won't you? Let's go over there to compose poetry. Several of my sisters also wish to witness the great talent, Young Master Feng!"

The coquettish pleas of several beauties made Feng Xiaoyao blush, and he was momentarily unsure of what to do.

Meanwhile, Chu Yun took this opportunity to approach Feng Yao.

"Miss Feng, this young master recently acquired a fine spear. I've heard that your family's Wild Wind Spear Technique is also quite impressive. Would you be willing to accompany me to admire this long spear?"

Chu Yun actually approached Feng Yao while everyone's attention was diverted. A sandalwood box, about a person's length, had appeared in his attendant's hand at some point.

Chu Yun spoke to Feng Yao with a gentle expression, but his hand tightly gripped Feng Yao's delicate hand.

Feng Yao, flustered, tried to break free but was unable to.

"Enough! Chu Yun! I want you dead!" An enraged roar interrupted the talented men and women's poetry composition.