How Many Times Have I Said It, Honest Men With Sisters Should Stay Away From People Named Xiang

"Winning was a little too easy. Don't tell me I got played..."

"Huh, isn't easy good? Why am I having such masochistic thoughts?"

Watching the Upper Mystery Blood Lord scatter on the wind, Xiang Yuan muttered to himself as he put away the Storm Mist Blade. Things had gone too smoothly, making him suspect that the Upper Mystery Blood Lord's death was also part of the mastermind's scheme.

There was no fetish for getting beaten up. His suspicion came from practical considerations. When White Cloud Manor and Forget Sword Manor had been targeted for demolition before, even though the mastermind never showed himself, he had remotely relocated them and preserved both families.

The Upper Mystery Blood Lord was a cultivator of the Upper Three Realms—he had ability, he had loyalty. Such an outstanding underling, yet the mastermind had not made a move to save him...

But if this was a scheme, wasn't it too wasteful to throw away such an excellent underling just like that?

Even if your family was rich, you couldn't burn money like this!

Xiang Yuan grew increasingly suspicious, feeling that he had been plotted against, yet also that he might be overthinking it. After pondering for a moment, he carried forward the optimistic spirit of if you can't figure it out, don't think about it—when the sky fell, the tall ones would hold it up—and prepared to go back and ask Bai Wuyan for a divination.

With legs that long and pale, having already hugged them, it would be such a waste not to make good use of them.

Palace Master Bai, this really will be the last time!

Once he cast aside his doubts, Xiang Yuan saw that the Ultimate Nine Blood Rivers spanning four verticals and five horizontals across the capital had yet to