The Tongues of Flame Dancing in Her Eyes

"Your Highness..."

In a small courtyard near the outskirts of Xifang, Sun Moon Sect West Ward, a man knelt on one knee.

The man didn't hide his face; he was quite handsome, with a somewhat effeminate look, and his clothing reflected the style of a scholarly young master.

Compared to Jiang Lin's undisguised and genuine lewdness.

This person appears to be quite a hypocrite and a beast in human clothing.

"Is this how it's going to be? Do you really think the Sun Moon Sect has no one left?"

The woman, addressed as Your Highness by the man, continued her skillful Wu Die. A chubby little white cat nimbly jumped into Wu Die arms and curled up to lie down.

The voluptuous woman with her graceful figure and the white cat are like the most beautiful pastoral painting.

For a moment, the man kneeling before her was captivated, but he dared not have any other thoughts in his mind. Although he wanted to, he dared not, at least not now.

"Your Highness, the Sun Moon Sect is nothing more than an ordinary Demon Sect, with mortal cultivators mixed in. There was no one else with me when I arrived, so please rest assured."

"So, you'll be saying you won't even know how you died."

Wu Die shook her head, seemingly not feeling sorry for him that he might be exposed and die, but rather feeling a headache over his stupidity.

Setting down her embroidery, Wu Die glanced at him casually. "Are you one of Prime Minister Shen's men?"

"Your subject is the second son of my father."

"Oh, Prime Minister Shen, you're really going all out, sending you all the way from the Demon Race World? Aren't you afraid you'll die a violent death?"

"For Your Highness, I have long since transcended the fear of death."

"Nonsense." Holding the white cat, Wu Die's tone was already a little impatient. "What is it?"

"The Demon Sword has already descended upon Penglai Province. The King hopes that Your Highness can return to the Demon Race World as soon as possible. Although the Sun Moon Sect is insignificant, the consequences would be unimaginable if Your Highness's identity were exposed!"

Hehehe...

Wu Die burst into laughter.

"Was it my father's idea, or the Prime Minister's? That old man wants me to go back for a political marriage, doesn't he? He hasn't learned anything good from the Vast and Righteous World Vast and Righteous World, but he's certainly learned one imperial strategy after another."

The man remained silent, but cold sweat was already beading on his forehead.

"Go back and tell that old bastard of a father that if he wants a marriage alliance, let him marry someone else himself. Anyway, what's he again? A dog demon? I think it's a teddy bear? Let him go to the marriage alliance himself!"

"Yes..."

Although he didn't know what the prince meant by "Teddy," he dared not say anything more or offer any further advice, and got up to leave.

Oh, right...

Just as the man turned to leave the courtyard, the woman behind him snapped her fingers.

A ring of fire quickly surrounded the man at his feet.

Your Highness?

Before the man could beg for mercy, a fire snake had already tightly coiled around his mouth, making a loud burning sound. Soon, several fire snakes had wrapped around him.

The man lay on the ground, rolling around incessantly, like a human torch.

I wanted to cry out but couldn't make a sound; it was excruciating.

This was because Wu Die didn't want to attract attention; she only burned less than half an incense stick's time before she withdrew the spell.

Even so, the man was already half-burnt to death.

Apart from his mouth being charred by the fire snake sealing it, the man appeared to be otherwise unharmed.

Of course, if he had a choice, he would prefer to suffer only physical pain, because the flames were burning his soul, a feeling that made him want to commit suicide on the spot.

Looking at the man convulsing on the ground, Wu Die said coldly:

Don't think I don't know what you so-called nobles are thinking.

Sigh... If you're after my looks, you'd better have enough substance.

I spared your life this time not out of any ulterior motive to give your father any face, but because no one has told me to go back and tell your father not to send anything else, or he'll have a hard time even collecting your body."

The man stood up, trembling, his eyes filled with fear. "Yes..."

"By the way, tell your father that the Sun Moon Sect has sent the Martial Warrior Chen Huo to investigate the Demon Sword. I don't know Chen Huo's background, but he is no ordinary person."

Okay, get lost, don't get in my way.

May Your Highness be well...

The man knelt and bowed, then disappeared trembling into the courtyard.

A gentle breeze, already ushering in winter, slowly swept through the courtyard, softly ruffling the woman's clothes and her dark hair.

The woman lifted the chubby white cat in her arms and looked it over from left to right:

Have you gained weight again?

Meow~~~

The chubby white cat opened its mouth and let out a soft meow, as if to say, "Meow, no."

"You tell me? How many people have discovered my identity? Aunt Lin definitely knows."

Meow~~~~

Do you think he knows?

Meow~~~

Suddenly, as if thinking of something amusing, the woman chuckled, "That's true. He's so naive, all he cares about is money. He wouldn't even take it if I gave it to him for free. How would he know anything about it?"

Meow~~~

In the courtyard, the woman asked a question, and the cat answered. She placed the plump white cat on her shapely laps and gently stroked the cat's fur.

Flames danced in her eyes.

Ten Mile Slope, sword energy surged, and Jiang Lin, wielding the First Snow sword, launched various attacks on Senior Shi Li from different angles.

But this senior in white, holding a tree branch, easily deflected the attack each time.

Jiang Lin tried all sorts of Sword Moves and activated the Sun Moon Dual Cultivation Method, but he was still at a loss.

Demacia!

Jiang Lin leaped up from a tricky angle and slammed the object down on his head.

As a result Senior Shi Li merely made a casual slash, and the dense sword energy swept Jiang Lin more than ten meters away. Although it only broke the skin and flesh, a lot of blood still flowed from Jiang Lin's stomach, where his eight-pack abs had long since become one.

"As Sword Cultivator, I possess only one sword. No matter your myriad techniques, I can shatter them all with a single strike. Little Brother Jiang, your skills are too diverse, your mind is too cluttered, and your sword energy is too chaotic. Is this truly the sword energy of First Snow in your hand?"

Looking at Jiang Lin, the man in white shook his head, and then continued.

What is a sword? Is it the wind, the rain? Or the poetry of the human world? Oh... none of those. The sword is your heart, it is you...

The earliest flower buds are eaten by insects before they bloom; tender intelligence can be turned into foolishness by love.

When he was in the prime of his life, he lost his vibrant vitality, and all his wonderful hopes for the future vanished like a bubble.

But the sword will be eternal; it is the most beautiful melody in the world.

Honestly, Jiang Lin strongly suspected that this senior who never revealed his name was Shakespeare reincarnated...

He keeps saying things I can't understand.

"Little Brother Jiang, let's end the test here. I have a general idea of Little Brother Jiang. Come with me. Blindly sparring is ultimately inferior. Cultivation is about methods, like the verdant grass, standing proudly..."

"Senior..."

"Um?"

"I didn't understand."

"Emmm... I'm hungry... Let's eat first..."