The Hypocritical Rao Yuexi

The others in the hall looked up as well and saw the Qingyou Dao Sect's mysterious Saintess suddenly lift her veil. Her breathtakingly beautiful face left everyone stunned.

Jiang Huai'an was another who harbored fantasies. At the sight of the mysterious Saintess's pure and noble beauty, the gloom from Rao Yuexi's earlier rebuke and disdain vanished completely.

Jiang Huai'an thought to himself that his father was a veteran Nascent Soul Cultivator of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, a powerful Grand Elder who held real authority within the sect. With the aid of his demonic body, he had reached the late Core Formation stage in thirty years and was hailed by others as the leading figure of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect's new generation.

Jiang Huai'an knew that the Xuanyuan Sword Sect had yet to decide upon its new generation's Holy Son. And at present, he was the most likely candidate!

When he became the Xuanyuan Sword Sect's Holy Son, while she was the Qingyou Dao Sect's Saintess, how could his status possibly be unworthy of a goddess-like figure such as her?

Jiang Huai'an then looked toward Pei Yuhan, only to find the other man calm. He had merely furrowed his brow slightly. This made Jiang Huai'an feel even more strongly that this once-peerless genius who had stood above him was nothing special after all.

Pei Yuhan, so what if you have Rao Yuexi's favor? You are nothing more than a pretty boy. True Monarch Hanyuan has vanished without a trace, Shiyuan Sword Manor is being suppressed by the sect, and you are merely a Gray Core cultivator whose path of cultivation has been severed.

The future belongs to me, Jiang Huai'an!

The battle in the air continued. Fights between Nascent Soul Realm cultivators were not something one saw everywhere; Nascent Soul cultivators had already entered the ranks of high-level cultivators.

Even hegemonic powers of the Eastern Region such as the Xuanyuan Sword Sect and Qingyou Dao Sect could only guarantee a dozen or so Nascent Soul Cultivators. Many cultivators would never get the chance to witness such a high-level battle even once in their lives.

Yet they could only observe to a limited extent. The overwhelming pressure of Nascent Soul grand cultivators was not something even the divine sense of a Core Formation grand cultivator like Hong Yue could stare directly at; she could only watch with difficulty.

High in the sky, Yu Zhiwen's face was twisted. Faint red light surfaced in the depths of her once-brilliant starry eyes, killing intent around her condensed into substance, and spiritual energy surged madly through her body.

Rao Yuexi's face was cold as frost as she stared fixedly at Yu Zhiwen. The flames around her gathered into a fire dragon, whose gaze was as sinister as a venomous snake. It had clearly regarded the other woman as a natural enemy seeking to snatch away its prey.

"Saintess Yu, now that neither of us is putting on an act any longer, why not speak plainly?"

Rao Yuexi's beautiful eyes swept coldly over Yu Zhiwen, whose face was full of jealous hatred. Her voice carried fury as she raised a delicate hand. The enormous fire dragon beside her, which had long been itching to strike, shot forward, opening its massive fangs to swallow the woman before it whole.

Yet Yu Zhiwen stood blankly in the air like a puppet. Her eyes, once filled with tender longing as they gazed at Pei Yuhan, were now dim and lifeless, empty and unfocused, as though she had lost all sense of direction.

Yu Zhiwen did not dare accept that reality. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably, as if an invisible hand had seized and twisted her heart, making it hard for her to breathe. A strange, icy voice echoed by her ear from deep within her heart.

"Xiao Han... my Xiao Han... my little brother..."

"Xiao Han... I'm your Sister. Don't you remember your Sister...?"

The roaring dragon wreathed in blazing flames was about to reach Yu Zhiwen when it suddenly turned into specks of starlight and scattered through the air like dust.

Yu Zhiwen's lips moved slightly as she murmured. Her voice held not the slightest trace of warmth, as though she had lost all hope of carrying on.

"Xiao Han... my little brother... how could you forget your Sister...?"

"How could you... how dare you..."

In an instant, clouds churned across the nine heavens. Yu Zhiwen's moon-white palace dress fluttered in the wind, and an enormous Purple Lotus Platform emerged behind her. Purple qi, wrapped in killing intent, gathered in the sky.

"How dare you! How dare you, Rao Yuexi!"

Yu Zhiwen suddenly screamed at Rao Yuexi. Her voice was filled with boundless fury, yet its trembling still revealed the collapse and despair of a woman unable to accept reality.

In Rao Yuexi's eyes, although she had no idea why this Qingyou Dao Sect Saintess had gone mad, one thing was certain: this woman had come for her Xiao Han too!

Rao Yuexi had finally waited until Jiang Shiyuan was gone. How could she possibly allow some stray, fish-stealing cat to snatch Xiao Han away—especially some shameless slut from a demonic sect?

If Xiao Han were taken by this crazy woman, would he not be tormented day and night by those sluts from the Qingyou Dao Sect until his soul collapsed...?

Their gazes clashed as spiritual energy surged around them. Red flames and purple qi collided, killing moves emerging one after another and exploding across the sky like fireworks.

The power of Nascent Soul Realm cultivators was vast and surging. Countless spells attacked one another. Yu Zhiwen's face was twisted as she circulated the spiritual energy within her body at any cost. Every strike was lethal, without the slightest restraint, and the figure in the moon-white palace dress seemed somewhat crazed.

"Bitch, you only used some filthy, underhanded tricks."

"Give my Xiao Han back to me!"

Rao Yuexi stood in the air atop a crimson fire dragon. Her bewitching red dress fluttered in the wind like a streak of red in the night. Her fox-like upturned eyes looked disdainfully at the crazed Yu Zhiwen, a faint smile on her lips.

"Underhanded tricks? Heh, hahaha... Then what is Saintess Yu's status, to slander me without a shred of evidence?"

Rao Yuexi's beautiful brows drew together slightly. Raising a hand, she formed a shield of spiritual energy and blocked a stray spell that had slipped through.

"Tsk. In my eyes, Saintess Yu is merely another fish-stealing cat who appeared out of nowhere."

"I waited until Xiao Han's master was gone, and from childhood I gave Xiao Han every bit of care and affection. There is a will of Heaven in the unseen; I am merely the final victor."

Hearing the contempt in the woman's voice, Yu Zhiwen suddenly found it laughable.

Heh... cared for Xiao Han from childhood?

Back when this Saintess was still a princess, she had brought Xiao Han back to the palace and raised him. At that time, Xiao Han was only seven years old, and he obediently called this Saintess Sister.

Could any of you have come before this Sister? I am Xiao Han's family!

"Heh, that sounds nice enough. Isn't True Lord Rao simply an old cow eating tender grass?"

Yu Zhiwen glared furiously at the red-clad figure opposite her, feeling thoroughly disgusted. The killing intent in her eyes intensified.

"After all, Xiao Han is so outstanding. It is understandable that a picky, old leftover woman like you would set your sights on him. A hypocritical sect like the Xuanyuan Sword Sect would not produce another man like Xiao Han in several thousand years..."

"But I never expected True Lord Rao to use such filthy methods. Truly... hypocritical!"

Yu Zhiwen looked at Rao Yuexi with jealous hatred, as if she were an enemy who had wronged her beyond the depths of a sea of blood. Her voice was savage, her hand clenched so tightly that her slender fingers nearly pierced her palm.

"Rao Yuexi, why are you still pretending to be some kind and benevolent elder before this Saintess? Do you really take this Saintess for a fool?!"

"You hypocritical old woman, do you think that erasing Xiao Han's childhood memories with this Saintess means you can easily take this Saintess's place?"

"Once this Saintess lets Xiao Han learn the whole truth, do not dream of stopping our reunion as sister and brother!"

Yu Zhiwen glared hatefully at Rao Yuexi, finding the woman before her hypocritical and laughable. Then she lowered her eyes toward Pei Yuhan, who was watching the battle below, and softness quickly returned to her gaze.

Why should she bicker with this old woman who used dirty tricks in front of her little brother? Once Xiao Han recovered his memories, he would naturally return to this Sister's embrace.

There will be another chapter this afternoon.