Heroine Saves the Damsel, Imperial Concubine's Skills Are Simply Invincible

"That is merely what you assume."

Ye Yunxi bent down, her fingers pinching the hem of her Fox Flame Flowing Light Dress and lifting it high, revealing her slender, fair calves.

She stood on tiptoe, carefully avoiding the iron filings and oil stains on the ground, her brows furrowed so tightly a mosquito could have been crushed between them.

She cast a sidelong glance at Qian Renxue with her peach-blossom eyes, her lips curled high in a display of utter disgust:

"Why are you still standing there? Don't you see this dress is getting covered in dust?"

Qian Renxue stared at her avoidant posture, as if he were some filthy, wretched thing standing beside her.

The awe he had felt moments ago regarding her forging skills vanished instantly, replaced by a nameless fire surging to his head.

Qian Renxue clenched his fists in anger.

This little enchantress, always provoking him so recklessly, looking down on him, acting lawless simply because he indulged her.

Qian Renxue stepped forward, closing the distance until his tall frame loomed over her, his voice deeply displeased:

"Afraid of getting dirty? Who was it that cried and begged to come along just a moment ago? Now you're acting all picky and squeamish?"

Ye Yunxi was forced back half a step by his advance, yet she kept her hem lifted, arching an eyebrow to retort:

"I came along to help you with your business; getting my dress dirty is an accident, so how dare you speak to me like that?"

Seeing the undisguised disdain in her eyes, Qian Renxue grew even more irritated, a desire for conquest sprouting wildly in his heart.

He was determined to make this little enchantress drop that arrogant, disgusted look and obey him properly!

"Xue Qinghe, I know what you are thinking, but please do not entertain such unrealistic notions."

"My words remain the same: you will never obtain my heart."

"Instead of picking fights with me here, you would be better off heading to the next clan."

"I see that you, the Crown Prince, are less effective than I, the Imperial Concubine; you might as well hand the throne of Heaven Dou over to me."

Ye Yunxi gave a light huff, leaped directly onto her horse, and rode away without a backward glance, ignoring Qian Renxue entirely.

"That woman is going to be the death of me!"

Qian Renxue was furious, but this was not the time for a tantrum. Forced to swallow his pride, he mounted his horse and followed in Ye Yunxi's wake.

After half a day of long-distance travel, they finally arrived at the location of the Speed Clan.

The patriarch of the Speed Clan, Bai He, was known for his shrewdness and caution. With the clan's speed and intelligence networks as their foundation, their greatest fear was the exposure of their network or the hunting down of their clansmen.

Naturally, they did not enter the line of sight of the Speed Clan.

"Xue Qinghe, how is the matter I asked you to prepare coming along?"

"Do not use that tone to instruct me. Furthermore, the arrangements have already been made."

Qian Renxue dismounted, saying with great reluctance:

"Bai He's granddaughter, Bai Chenxiang, is currently returning to the clan from a certain location. I have already dispatched a Soul Saint-level expert to intercept her. We can go and 'rescue' her halfway there tonight."

"As for some of their other locations, I have already sent men to destroy them, and I did so in the name of Martial Soul Hall."

Upon hearing this, Ye Yunxi nodded slightly:

"That is done well enough; you did not disappoint me."

"Have you forgotten your place?" Qian Renxue could no longer hold back.

"A Crown Prince must have depth and composure. If you cannot even endure a little temper, how do you expect to be the future Emperor of Heaven Dou?"

Ye Yunxi's words caused Qian Renxue to grit his teeth, yet he knew there was truth in what she said.

"Hmph, I won't bicker with you for now. If it weren't for your significant contributions in subduing the Four Great Clans, I would have hung you from a tree long ago."

Qian Renxue snorted coldly and turned to rest elsewhere.

"Tch, what's with that stuck-up attitude?" Ye Yunxi curled her lip.

Qian Renxue simply closed his eyes, ignoring the rogue.

Just you wait. When the Spirit Master finals arrive, you will go to Martial Soul Hall, and I will show you how I deal with you. Once you are on my turf, your resistance will be futile.

Time ticked away, second by second, until dusk had passed.

Ye Yunxi looked up at the darkening sky.

"Let's go; it is time for the hero to save the beauty."

Qian Renxue opened his eyes: "The time is right. We shall wait on the only path she can take."

When the two arrived at a small path in the forest, the air was thick with a pungent, bloody stench.

Qian Renxue and Ye Yunxi landed on a tree branch, only to see that the clearing below had already descended into chaos.

A woman with long, pale purple hair stumbled backward, her dress stained with dust and blood trickling from the corner of her mouth—it was Bai He's granddaughter, Bai Chenxiang.

In front of Bai Chenxiang, a black-clad Soul Saint surged with soul power, kicking out toward her chest with heavy, forceful momentum. Several Spirit Kings beside Bai Chenxiang had already collapsed to the ground, unconscious and unable to assist her.

"Now is the time!"

Qian Renxue was about to channel his soul power and charge forward, but he saw a flash of red move even faster than he could.

Ye Yunxi dove toward the ground in a near-instantaneous blur.

"Ye Yunxi! Have you lost your mind? He is a Soul Saint!"

Qian Renxue shouted in shock and fury, unable to suppress her outcry.

She had clearly agreed with this little vixen to wait until the Soul Saint reached a critical moment before striking; why had she charged in headlong?

That was a powerhouse at the Soul Saint level; how could a slender woman like her possibly withstand such an attack?

Yet, Ye Yunxi acted as if she hadn't heard a word, her pace never faltering. Just as the Soul Saint's foot was about to strike Bai Chenxiang's chest, she acted.

Yunxi pivoted sharply, her fair, slender leg snapping upward to block the blow with pinpoint precision right in front of Bai Chenxiang.

"BOOM!"

A dull thud of impact echoed out, sending a shockwave of soul power rippling through the surroundings, scattering fallen leaves and gravel across the ground.

The Soul Saint's expression shifted violently; he felt as if he had kicked a slab of steel. A recoil force surged up through his foot, forcing him to stagger back three steps, his eyes wide with horror.

"How is this possible?!"

He stared fixedly at Ye Yunxi's leg, as if witnessing something beyond comprehension.

"You are a woman, yet you managed to block my kick?"

He was a Soul Saint!

That strike just now was something even an ordinary Soul Douluo would have to handle with caution; how could this seemingly fragile Imperial Concubine block it so effortlessly?

The Crown Prince had clearly stated that this Imperial Concubine was merely an ordinary woman with no strength to speak of.

The force he had just exerted was something only the Crown Prince could have caught with such ease, yet the Imperial Concubine had neutralized it so casually that it left him utterly stunned.

How could this be an ordinary woman? She was clearly a ruthless expert hiding in plain sight!

Qian Renxue stood frozen in place, her pupils contracting.

What is this little vixen's true strength? To think she could block a Soul Saint's strike! Just what level has her physical constitution reached?

There was only one possibility: she had been kept in the dark all along, and this little vixen was actually incredibly powerful.

At this moment, Bai Chenxiang, slumped on the ground, looked up at the figure standing before her.

Dressed in a red gown with a graceful silhouette, the woman's profile was soft and beautiful, her peach-blossom eyes carrying a lazy, icy chill. Even in the midst of a rescue, she exuded a lethal allure.

Especially when Ye Yunxi had raised her leg, her skirt sliding down to reveal skin as white as jade, causing Bai Chenxiang's cheeks to flush a deep crimson as her heart began to race uncontrollably.

"Im... Imperial Concubine?"

Bai Chenxiang's voice trembled with a mix of shock and joy.

"Was it you who saved me?"

Ye Yunxi retracted her leg and glanced down at the Soul Saint with a look of disdain, her tone laced with fury:

"A dog of Martial Soul Hall dares to lay a hand on someone from the Speed Clan?"