Lu Ren turned to Nethernight Imperial Daughter, his voice calm but distant. "What you want doesn't matter. If you help me, I'll be grateful. If you don't, I have my own ways."
Damn man!
Defiance rose in her heart. I refuse to believe I can't win you over with my charms. One day, I'll make you fall willingly at my feet. Lu Ren, you'll be mine and mine alone!
She shook her head helplessly, her tone half petulant, half reproachful. "Fine, you win!"
Then her expression grew serious. "Our plan was to lure you to the southern side of the Ancient Forbidden Grounds..."
Nethernight Imperial Daughter went on to explain the five conspirators' scheme in detail: how they would lure Lu Ren south, set up a formation there, and join forces to surround and kill him.
Their plan was nearly flawless. Anyone else caught in a trap laid by those five would have had only one road left: death.
"This was your idea, wasn't it?"
Lu Ren looked up after hearing her out.
Nethernight Imperial Daughter chuckled, a sly glint in her eyes. "Lu Ren, what do you think of my plan? They all believe you have only a Four-Marked Battle Body. They have no idea you reached the seven-marked level long ago. When the time comes, it won't be a lamb entering a tiger's den. It'll be a tiger charging into a flock of sheep."
"Only you would come up with a plan like that!"
A knowing smile touched Lu Ren's lips. "But you got one thing wrong. I don't have a Seven-Marked Battle Body."
He paused. His aura surged, and his clothes stirred without wind.
"I have an Eight-Marked Battle Body."
As the words left his mouth, Lu Ren's body shuddered. Eight radiant Battle Marks appeared across his