A Thousand Years in a Glance? The Inner Court's Senior Disciple, Zhang Lexuan!

Just then.

A gentle yet slightly teasing voice, sounding like that of an older sister, suddenly rang out.

Ma Xiaotao snapped back to her senses, her small face flushing red as she hurriedly averted her gaze from Jiang Yang and turned toward the doorway.

"Senior Sister?!"

She exclaimed in surprise.

She immediately ran toward the girl at the door, but having forgotten that she had just lost something important, she exerted a bit too much force and winced in pain.

Zhang Lexuan, who had originally only come to see what was going on, felt her own pretty face flush when she saw the trail of blood flowing down to Ma Xiaotao's ankles.

Jiang Yang turned around at this moment as well.

At a single glance, he saw a woman with dark hair cascading down and a refined, beautiful face. She wore a black dress with a low-cut top trimmed in black and silver, a black-patterned serrated choker around her neck, and a purple-red cardigan draped over her shoulders, giving her a cold, elegant, and ethereal temperament.

Even though it was their first meeting, Jiang Yang had already quietly superimposed her image onto the gentle and graceful figure from his own memories.

"Senior Sister, you finally came!"

"It's this guy who bullied me! You have to stand up for me!!"

As Zhang Lexuan took a few steps forward, Ma Xiaotao took the opportunity to throw herself into her arms.

"Giggle, giggle..."

Listening to Ma Xiaotao's coquettish complaints, Zhang Lexuan burst into laughter.

It had been a long time since she had seen Ma Xiaotao act like such a little girl in front of a boy.

It seemed.

The young man before her was quite extraordinary.

"You must be Jiang Yang, the Chief of the Outer Court, the Senior Brother of the Outer Court, right?"

"You look quite handsome; no wonder you were able to capture our little Taotao's heart."

"Oh! Senior Sister, what are you saying!"

As soon as Zhang Lexuan finished speaking.

Ma Xiaotao's small pink fists immediately landed on her chest.

Duang~

Duang~ Duang~~

Jiang Yang was left somewhat dazed by the sight, though fortunately, his mental fortitude was strong enough that he wasn't too distracted.

If his younger brother had been here, he probably would have felt like vomiting.

"Actually, I'm saying this is a misunderstanding—"

"Do you believe me?"

Jiang Yang said, feeling somewhat helpless.

"Little Junior Brother, whether I believe you or not is secondary; the point is whether Little Sister Taotao is willing to believe you."

"If Little Sister Taotao doesn't believe you, then this sister of yours won't let you leave so easily."

"The sword in your hand is quite nice. How about you try stabbing me with it?"

Zhang Lexuan had become interested.

Aside from the dull and tedious life of cultivation, she didn't have much time for anything else.

Now that she had finally found a young man who was not only temperamentally refined and extremely handsome but also exceptionally talented, she naturally wanted to test his depth.

Not to mention that this youth seemed to have an unusual relationship with Ma Xiaotao, who was known as the Flame Maniac.

"Do we really have to fight?"

Jiang Yang was getting a bit tired.

Zhang Lexuan was a Soul Douluo whose eighth soul ring was a hundred-thousand-year ring.

She was also the Senior Sister of the Shrek Inner Court.

Based on paper strength alone, Jiang Yang, a level 35 three-ring Soul Elder, couldn't catch up even if he rode a horse.

Unless he summoned the Emperor Armor.

But summoning the armor here would be making a mountain out of a molehill.

At this stage, the Emperor Armor was his sole trump card for survival, and he preferred not to expose it if he didn't have to.

Only when he reached the Soul King realm and attempted to condense a Soul Core could he afford to drop the word "sole."

"We don't have to fight, but if you ask for Taotao's forgiveness now, we can consider this matter settled."

Zhang Lexuan said deliberately.

Hearing the Senior Sister speak this way, Ma Xiaotao, who had just been defeated by Jiang Yang, lifted her snow-white swan-like neck and looked at Jiang Yang with a smug expression.

It was as if she were saying, "See? You bullied me, but now my family is here to back me up!"

"Then let's just fight."

"Hmph! Senior Sister, just help me beat him to death!"

Seeing that Jiang Yang would rather suffer physical pain than soften his stance toward her, Ma Xiaotao lost her temper and shouted directly.

"Oh?"

"In that case, I won't hold back."

Zhang Lexuan finished speaking.

Eight soul rings immediately surfaced beneath her feet.

These eight soul rings shone brilliantly in the dark night, especially the one-hundred-thousand-year red soul ring, which was truly eye-catching.

[Ice Emperor: Stubborn to a fault, suffering for the sake of pride. Even if you want to ask this lady for help this time, I won't help you!]

[Jiang Yang: Who would ask you?]

[Ice Emperor: You!]

[Emperor Armor consciousness: Hehehehehe...]

"Then I'm going to make my move."

Zhang Lexuan chuckled softly, and her sixth soul ring suddenly flickered.

Ma Xiaotao's face turned pale with fright.

"Don't, don't, don't, Senior Sister, I forgive him!"

"You really forgive him?"

"Mm-hmm!"

Ma Xiaotao was dumbfounded; she only wanted Senior Sister to teach Jiang Yang a lesson.

She hadn't expected Senior Sister to lead with her sixth soul skill right from the start.

That was the sixth soul skill of an eight-ring Soul Douluo! If this fight really continued, would there even be anything left of Jiang Yang?

Wait, no!

Senior Sister didn't usually seem like someone who didn't know how to gauge the severity of a situation.

Could it be?

"Oh my—"

"Senior Sister, you're so mean!"

"I'm not talking to you guys anymore!"

After saying this, Ma Xiaotao fled the scene as if escaping.

The entire courtyard was left with only Jiang Yang and Zhang Lexuan.

Of course.

The people secretly watching from afar were naturally not included.

"Not going to chase her?"

Zhang Lexuan teased.

"Nothing worth chasing."

Jiang Yang replied, taking the opportunity to retract his martial soul.

"Are all you men like this?"

When she said this, Zhang Lexuan's expression clearly carried a bit more disappointment.

It seemed she must have been thinking of Beibei.

At this moment, although her obsession with Beibei wasn't yet that deep, she had already placed him in her heart.

"What am I like?"

"Fickle and heartless, not cherishing what you've obtained."

"I haven't obtained her, so there's no question of cherishing or not cherishing."

"Not obtained? Does one have to obtain someone's body to count as having obtained them?"

Zhang Lexuan seemed to have mistaken Jiang Yang for Beibei; these words, while seemingly questioning Jiang Yang, were actually an outpouring of the emotions she had buried in her heart for years.

"Is there a possibility—"

"That today is only the second time I've met her?"

As soon as Jiang Yang said this.

Zhang Lexuan was stunned.

Although she knew well that Ma Xiaotao had always been brash and uninhibited, capable of doing anything, she truly found it hard to imagine that she would bring a man straight back to her own boudoir after having met him only once.

This was, to some extent, going a bit too far.

"Besides, one lives but once; the most important thing is to be carefree. There is no need to shackle yourself for the sake of something ethereal and illusory."

"I can tell that you, Senior, have a feeling in your heart that you find difficult to face, one for which you have been bitterly seeking an answer, yet remain unable to find."

"I wonder, have you ever considered that some questions are wrong from the very beginning?"

"If the question itself is wrong, then what meaning could the answer possibly hold?"

Having said this, Jiang Yang immediately began walking toward the exit.

Could it be that I was truly wrong?