Yu Zhiwen's Astonishment

Rao Yuexi had originally wondered what this Saintess before her was about to do, only to see her take the black gauze from her face of her own accord. The appearance of a Saintess from one of the Eastern Region's top sects naturally piqued Rao Yuexi's curiosity.

As the black veil was slowly removed, beneath those violet starry eyes sat a delicate, upturned nose. Her lips were alluring, yet pale; the slender lines of her cheeks outlined a perfect face, and paired with those starry eyes, she resembled a snow lotus atop the Heavenly Mountains.

Rao Yuexi had seen many breathtakingly beautiful female cultivators. In her memory, only her junior sister Jiang Shiyuan could rival her own beauty, yet today she saw another woman of peerless loveliness.

Yu Zhiwen could no longer suppress the urge to acknowledge her younger brother. She removed the veil she had worn for thirty years, the corners of her rosy lips lifting into a faint smile as hope once more lit her violet starry eyes.

Yu Zhiwen took the pressure of the Nascent Soul Realm back of her own accord, and an eerie stillness fell over the entire hall. With anticipation written across her face, Yu Zhiwen looked toward the white-clad figure beside Rao Yuexi.

When the two had exchanged blows, Rao Yuexi had deliberately shielded Pei Yuhan with spiritual power. Pei Yuhan had not been oppressed by the two overwhelming Nascent Soul pressures and had been observing the situation all along.

Pei Yuhan had originally been concerned for Rao Yuexi, but the two suddenly stopped fighting. Looking over, he saw that the Saintess of the Qingyou Dao Sect across from him had, without warning, removed the veil that had concealed her face.

The instant he saw that cold and exquisitely beautiful face, Pei Yuhan felt an inexplicable sense of closeness. Gentle voices seemed to surround his ears, as though certain memories were about to surface.

Did I know this Saintess before?

Yet Pei Yuhan recalled nothing, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Pei Yuhan was indeed astonished by the Saintess's appearance, but he only found her somewhat familiar. After all, he had grown up watching his master and martial uncle, while his junior sister's beauty was no less than that of the woman before him. It did not bring Pei Yuhan much of a shock.

The gazes of the two white-clad figures intertwined. Yu Zhiwen's eyes brimmed with excitement and expectation, her body trembling faintly without her realizing it. It seemed that so long as even the slightest stir appeared in the deep eyes of the man before her, she would rush forward without hesitation and embrace him.

But soon, those violet starry eyes that had been filled with hope became full of astonishment, then swiftly turned to terror.

Yu Zhiwen sensed the familiarity in her younger brother's eyes and was certain that he had recognized her. Just as she was about to rush over and embrace him, she discovered that calm had returned to his gaze, as if he were looking at a stranger.

Yu Zhiwen's expression became one of utter disbelief, as though she had witnessed the most terrifying thing in the world. A faint shimmer of tears welled in her cold violet starry eyes.

Yu Zhiwen wanted to deceive herself, but the truth lay right before her.

Her younger brother... seemed not to know her anymore...

Yu Zhiwen was certain that the white-clad figure opposite her was her younger brother. The familiar brows and eyes, the familiar movements— even that worried expression was the same...

It was only that her younger brother seemed to have forgotten her. Instead, he was worrying over a woman who was opposing her...

Xiao Han... my younger brother...

I'm your Sister. How could you... how could you care about someone who wants to hurt your Sister...

Just as Yu Zhiwen was about to call out, "Xiao Han," a scorching flame shot toward her. Yu Zhiwen raised her hand and formed a barrier to block it, only for spells to come hurtling at her one after another.

"Saintess Yu truly has a peerless outer shell. Since that is the case, this Monarch shall offer you a grand gift as well!"

Rao Yuexi had noticed the other woman's gaze earlier. At first, she thought Yu Zhiwen merely wished to display her looks and gain the upper hand over her in some regard, but she soon realized that something was wrong.

There seemed to be something Yu Zhiwen was awaiting in those starry eyes. Following her gaze, Rao Yuexi discovered that she was looking at... her Xiao Han!

The fury that Rao Yuexi had temporarily extinguished instantly flared up again. So that was it. No wonder this Yu Zhiwen had kept targeting her—she had set her sights on this Monarch's Xiao Han!

As Rao Yuexi connected the day's events, she became increasingly convinced that the woman opposite her was a thieving cat come to steal Xiao Han from her!

First, she had displayed inexplicable hostility the moment she saw her, then she had interrupted this Monarch and Xiao Han's good moments twice at the banquet!

In Rao Yuexi's eyes, the Qingyou Dao Sect had always been a heretical sect gathered from a heap of indecent, wanton sluts. And since Yu Zhiwen was the Qingyou Dao Sect's Saintess, she was naturally the most wanton slut among the lesser wanton sluts.

The only difference was that the greatest wanton slut was better at seducing people and even more shameless than the lesser ones.

And now, this newly advanced Nascent Soul great wanton slut had surely taken a liking to her martial nephew's handsome face, harbored wicked intentions, and wanted to lure her Xiao Han away to the Qingyou Dao Sect's devil's den, where they would devour the Xiao Han she treasured until nothing remained.

Rao Yuexi did not dare imagine her beloved martial nephew being defiled in turns by a pack of lowly wanton sluts. The fury in her heart could no longer be concealed. True Monarch Crimson Sleeve unleashed her Core Fire, intending to burn the woman before her to ashes.

Yu Zhiwen had still been reeling from the shock of her younger brother failing to recognize her when she was interrupted by the spiritual power Rao Yuexi sent crashing toward her. Her starry eyes, which had been tinged with tears, filled with undisguised killing intent and hatred.

It's all you! It's all you! It must be you!

My Xiao Han... my younger brother...

Xiao Han must have been tampered with by you people. The Xuanyuan Sword Sect truly is a bunch of hypocrites!

Xiao Han couldn't possibly forget his Sister. He listened to his Sister so well when he was little—he would never make his Sister sad...

"Rao Yuexi, you old woman, what wicked art did you use? I'll kill you!"

The two figures soared into the heavens. Crimson and violet spells collided, and dark clouds instantly blanketed the sky, drawing the gazes of everyone below.

Earlier, when Yu Zhiwen had voluntarily withdrawn her Nascent Soul pressure, Jiang Chenfeng was the first to lift his head from beneath the oppressive force of the Nascent Soul great cultivators. He then saw that the mysterious veil on the distant white-clad figure's face had vanished, replaced by the peerlessly beautiful countenance of an icy beauty.

In that instant, Jiang Chenfeng felt as though he had seen the most beautiful woman in the world. Even those Senior Sisters from the Qingyou Dao Sect who favored him could not compare to even one ten-thousandth of her.

This was a true fairy of unparalleled grace. Jiang Chenfeng's gaze went blank for an instant; compared to the Saintess before him, he was laughable, like a rat lurking in the shadows.

Jiang Chenfeng's heart surged with excitement. The Saintess was so perfect, and she had always been aloof within the sect. Apart from True Person Hongyue, she had never had a single subordinate. Yet she had specifically chosen him to accompany her to the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, and even some of his fellow disciples believed he had found a powerful patron.

A thread of fantasy rose within Jiang Chenfeng's heart. He had obtained the inheritance of a Spirit Transformation mighty expert; he would not remain trapped in a shallow pond forever. The Saintess's fame spread far and wide—could it be that he had no chance at all...?

Jiang Chenfeng made up his mind. Tomorrow would be the perfect chance to display himself. First, he would defeat that Pei Yuhan, then expose the hypocritical true face of Jiang Huai'an, the new generation's leader of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect. Once he stole the spotlight, perhaps he could earn further notice from the Saintess...

The future belongs to me, Jiang Chenfeng!

There will be another chapter in the early morning.