Beauty Is Also a Weapon

Hua Qingzhu and the two Ghost King Sect cultivators were both stunned for a moment.

Plop...

An Bulang's foot was suddenly grabbed by a slender, pale hand.

"Please, save me. If I fall into those two men's hands, I'll be worse off than dead..." Hua Qingzhu, lying on the ground, clutched An Bulang's foot. Her somewhat pale and delicate face was filled with pleading, and her pitiful appearance stirred compassion in anyone who saw it.

Hua Qingzhu was extremely beautiful. Coupled with the intangible allure she naturally exuded, she was even more alluring than Ji Hongxue. In the Lang-style Rating System, she could earn four points.

"I know you're a cultivator too. As long as you agree to save me... I can agree to any request you have." Hua Qingzhu's voice was soft and syrupy, tears of fear glimmering in her eyes as she sobbed, "I really don't want to fall into their hands..."

"You don't want to fall into their hands? Then I have an idea." An Bulang nodded.

Hope appeared on Hua Qingzhu's face.

An Bulang suddenly erupted with an immensely terrifying aura. Boundless golden light blossomed from his palm as he pressed it down toward Hua Qingzhu!

Spiritual energy surged wildly. A gigantic golden palm condensed high in the air, its five fingers slightly curved like Dragon Claws tearing through the void. The faint roar of a dragon, powerful enough to shake the soul, could be heard as well.

This was the Heavenly Dragon Palm An Bulang had created after watching a true dragon soar through the nine heavens at Five-Colored Dragon Lake.

With one palm strike, a heavenly dragon emerged; its dragon might was vast and boundless.

"No...!!" Hua Qingzhu's delicate body trembled violently as she screamed in terror. Before she could do anything, the gigantic golden palm had already struck her body, and energy carrying the dragon's roar exploded in an instant.

Roar!!

Boom!!

The earth shattered and burst apart.

Amid the surging golden light, the ground within a hundred meters caved in along with it.

At the center of the sunken ground, Hua Qingzhu before An Bulang had already been crushed into minced flesh by the terrifying energy.

An Bulang said coldly, "To keep you from falling into their demonic clutches, couldn't I just kill you first?"

The two Ghost King Sect cultivators who had been charging over with sinister grins now froze with those savage expressions on their faces. They forcibly halted, their legs trembling uncontrollably.

What kind of development was this? This wasn't what they had agreed on!!

After staring dumbly for a few seconds, they turned and fled, moving even faster than when they had chased Hua Qingzhu.

An Bulang condensed his energy into a sword and waved one hand. The flying sword pierced through the two cultivators, shredding away their life force.

"Two Profound Body Eighth Layer cultivators chasing a Spirit Gathering Seventh Layer cultivator? Who are you trying to fool?"

He shook his head and turned to leave, as though he had merely done something as trivial as a sesame seed.

This woman known as Hua Qingzhu of the Heavenly Fragrance Sect appeared to be a Profound Body Ninth Layer cultivator, but she had actually used a rather advanced secret art to disguise her cultivation. Ordinary Profound Body cultivators, or even Spirit Attunement Realm cultivators, might truly have been fooled by her.

But what she did not know was that An Bulang possessed the Glazed Sun Pupil, which could see through disguises!

Even great cultivators of the Heavenly Origin Realm could not put on an act before him. A mere Spirit Attunement Realm cultivator wanted to fool him?

A powerful cultivator who had concealed her cultivation was physically weakened by poison, yet an exceptionally sinister force had slowly been gathering within her body, waiting to erupt in an instant. With all these traits combined, her identity was already obvious.

"You want to scheme against Lord Lang? Sorry, but you're still too green."

"But the people of Other Shore Pavilion are truly annoying... I should find a chance to pay them a proper visit."

An Bulang sighed softly, carrying a chest of spirit stones on his back as he continued down the road toward the royal palace.

At that moment, behind a small forest several hundred meters away from the battlefield.

A mass of shadow slowly emerged.

It was a burly man clad in animal hides, his entire body gleaming with a metallic sheen.

Though his face was filled with fierce and baleful intent, his massive body could not stop trembling.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Vermillion Bird got killed in an instant!!" Cold sweat streamed down the burly man's face.

He was the White Tiger Elder, the strongest assassin aside from the Heavenly Ghost King, with cultivation at the Spirit Gathering Ninth Layer.

To ensure the mission was foolproof, the Heavenly Ghost King, master of Other Shore Pavilion, had given the matter deep thought and dispatched even their strongest assassin, the White Tiger Elder, to assist Vermillion Bird.

But now, the strongest assassin was so frightened that he wanted to flee straight back home.

How was this an ordinary Spirit Gathering cultivator?

A monster—the being he faced was absolutely a monster!!

Vermillion Bird Elder had been killed in an instant without even being able to resist. Just how powerful did the other party have to be to accomplish that?

White Tiger suddenly felt a little sorry for Vermillion Bird Elder.

When Vermillion Bird had carried out the mission, she had confidently declared that beauty itself was a deadly weapon. She was certain she could eliminate the target with the least amount of effort. Even if he were a Spirit Gathering Ninth Layer powerhouse, he would surely meet his death at her hands.

Vermillion Bird's assassination plan had indeed been exquisitely executed. Whether it was the setup for the hero-saving-the-beauty scene or the choice of actors, everything had been flawless.

She closely resembled Hua Qingzhu of the Heavenly Fragrance Sect, even down to her mannerisms. After disguising her aura, even White Tiger had been unable to see through her true cultivation and had mistaken her for Hua Qingzhu. Even the two cultivators they had recruited were brainwashed deathsworn; they truly believed they were chasing Hua Qingzhu and that once they caught her, they could do as they pleased.

Every preparation had been without a single flaw.

All that remained was for An Bulang to save the beauty.

Then An Bulang slapped the beauty to death...

And he even gave it the lofty justification of preventing the villain from violating her by killing her in advance...

"Devil... He's not only a monster, he's a devil!" White Tiger said, trembling all over.

An Bulang carried the spirit stones back to the royal palace.

When the two lovely sisters, Ji Hongxue and Ji Yinyin, saw An Bulang return, they both ran out excitedly to greet him.

"Bulang, looks like you've gained quite a lot," Ji Hongxue said with a smile behind her hand when she saw the chest on An Bulang's back.

"Master! Yinyin missed you so much!" Ji Yinyin had a slender, graceful figure. Wearing a princess dress and a veil like misty clouds, she threw herself into An Bulang's arms like a swallow returning to its nest.

Caught off guard, An Bulang felt the soft, jade-like warmth in his arms and caught a waft of fragrance. He immediately pushed Ji Yinyin away and said sternly, "How bold! In broad daylight, you dare take advantage of your master? What kind of conduct is this?!"

Ji Yinyin tilted her head, her clear, bright eyes curving into crescents as she smiled faintly. "Your disciple knows she was wrong. I beg Master to punish me—anything will do. Yes, you can punish Yinyin however you wish..."

As she spoke, the girl clasped her hands behind her back and leaned forward slightly. Her tender, rosy lips parted, and she breathed out an orchid-like fragrance.

That breath was like a warm, gentle breeze brushing across the young man's face.

"Ji Yinyin, I taught you the Yin-Yang Feather Ascension Art, and this is what you're using it for?" An Bulang felt Ji Yinyin use spiritual energy to carry the fragrant mist from her mouth toward him, and his head began to ache. He simply could not withstand this little demon.

"Eh, I'm just putting what I learned to use..." Ji Yinyin pouted her rosy little lips. Her beautiful eyes were clear and lively as she looked at An Bulang with an innocent, aggrieved expression, brimming with girlish charm.

From a certain angle, Ji Yinyin's allure was far greater than that of the Woman in Red Dress An Bulang had slapped to death earlier.

After all, An Bulang was still a hot-blooded young man...