Just as everyone was left collectively speechless and numb with shock by Chu Xuan's series of utterly deranged actions...
Less than two minutes passed...
Chu Xuan pulled up his pants, looking thoroughly refreshed...
He swiftly picked up the blue Taoist robe that had been tossed into the mud and casually draped it over himself.
Turning around, Chu Xuan glanced at the Liu Family members by the edge of the grave pit, who had been completely dumbfounded and turned into stone statues on the spot.
His sword-like brows furrowed slightly as countless complicated thoughts surged through his mind.
To think that out here in this desolate wilderness, he had stumbled upon such a flawless, peerless fairy.
Not only was she cool and ethereal, but her timid, adorably dazed appearance just now, calling him "Good Brother" again and again, had left him wanting more!
He absolutely did not want to hand over such a stunning beauty to someone else. This fairy could only be Chu Xuan's personal possession!
Should he... draw his sword and kill everyone here?
A chilling killing intent flashed through Chu Xuan's eyes.
But he quickly forced that impulse down.
As an Elixir Force martial artist, he could sense things keenly.
Whether it was the languid Young Master Jiang or Nangong Lingxiang in her moon-white dress,
their auras were as unfathomable as an abyss. Their cultivation was undoubtedly far above his own; if he attacked by force, death would be his only outcome...
Since he could not beat them, the best strategy was to retreat!
Thus, before the bodyguards present could recover from their extreme shock,
Chu Xuan slung Old Master Liu's cold white skeleton over his shoulder.
He infused True Qi into his legs and took off running wildly through the cemetery.
He moved like a startled hare,