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The clan leader leaned close to her ear and whispered, "You appear dignified and graceful, but in reality, you're treacherous and ruthless. If ever you truly fell in love with someone, you wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice others for them. You'd be willing to do anything for them, even if you knew it was wrong, that you were being exploited. You'd do it willingly."
Yan Fei's face paled slightly, a flicker of anger in her eyes. Her delicate hands, hidden within her sleeves, bent slightly at the wrist, a surge of red energy gathering. While the clan leader believed her first statement was accurate, the latter was a classic example of a foolish woman.
The clan leader seemed oblivious to Yan Fei's change of expression and continued, "My assessment of Yan Dan is that he's a hypocrite. Do you know what I think of you, young lady?"
Yan Fei raised her beautiful eyebrows and said coldly, "What is it?"
She could already imagine what the man was about to say: something like a vicious, self-degrading woman.
At the same time, the internal force in his hand was ready to go. When the other party was talking and relaxing his vigilance, he would let him have a taste of Hun Xi Long You. It was just the right time to complete the task assigned by Donghuang Taiyi.
The clan leader leaned close to Yan Fei's ear and whispered, "You are suitable to be a wife."
As if afraid that Yan Fei would not understand, the clan leader added, "That means wife."
Yan Fei was stunned at first, her pretty face flushed, and her neck was stained with a layer of pink.
Yan Fei pouted and spat lightly, "Lecher."
The red internal force in her palm dissipated, and Yan Fei subconsciously picked up the wine glass and drank it. For a moment, even vigilance was forgotten. After
the soul wine entered her stomach, Yan Fei only felt a heat coming out of her dantian, and in an instant it merged with her internal force. She felt that her internal force seemed to have improved a little.
Yan Fei's eyes lit up. "This wine..."
The clan leader made a hushing gesture, interrupting her. "This is a century-old soul wine brewed from rare treasures. I only give it to approved male friends and my wife. You're the first woman in this world to have tasted my wine."
It was absolutely true; the clan leader hadn't lied. Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu weren't from this world.
"You!"
Yan Fei lashed out in frustration, genuinely provoked by the clan leader's explicit words. As the most extraordinary woman of the Yin-Yang Clan, hailed as someone with the potential to surpass their leader, Donghuang Taiyi, she held a high position. When had she ever been treated this way? To have been harassed so many times today was truly abhorrent.
Using the body-flash technique, the clan leader vanished from the inn. An unopened bottle of soul wine appeared on the table.
Finally, he whispered in Yan Fei's ear, "I'm attracted to you."
"That damn bastard," Yan Fei muttered, a voice only she could hear, putting away the soul wine.
In a flash, night fell.
As expected, the people from Luowang came again, and this time there were quite a few of them, more than a dozen people in total.
"Lan Zong, our Prime Minister intends to invite you to join Luowang. After joining, you will directly obtain the title of Tianzi First Class, and you can continue to wield the black sword."
The clan leader frowned slightly. Luowang was really a bit of a shrew. He had just announced his identity during the day, and they knew it immediately. And judging from the fluctuations in the momentum of this group of people, they were much stronger than the group yesterday. Some of them were even as powerful as Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang now. They looked like they were at the killer level.
In addition, there were two people hiding in the distance. One of them was Dongjun Yanfei, whom the clan leader had seen during the day, and the other should be the Luowang killer who attacked him yesterday.
The clan leader raised the corner of his mouth slightly, slowly drew out the black sword, and said lightly: "What if I don't agree?"
"Kill—" With the command from one of the men in black, a dozen Luowang assassins unsheathed their blades and charged at the clan leader.
The clan leader was not to be trifled with; he lacked this kind of training. His Sharingan activated, and his eyes suddenly turned blood red, with three magatama spinning in the center of his pupils.
Hidden in the shadows, Yan Fei raised her beautiful eyebrows and muttered to herself, "Blood red eyes? What are those?"
The battle between the clan leader and the Luowang assassins was almost one-sided. With the exception of a few assassins with the "Killer" rank, the others below that rank, under the powerful insight of the clan leader's Sharingan, were practically a single strike away.
Even the few remaining assassins with the "Killer" rank survived only because the clan leader deliberately suppressed their strength. This
was because the clan leader was observing their opponent's fighting style and sword techniques. This swordsmanship, honed purely for the purpose of killing, was truly extraordinary.
Gradually, even the assassin-level killers noticed something was amiss. "Damn it! He's actually using our swordsmanship."
"Oh? You've figured it out? But alas, it's too late. You're useless."
As soon as the words left his mouth, the clan leader's aura suddenly surged. If before it was like the calm surface of a lake, hidden, now it was like a surging wave, rippling the surface in circles. His sharp edge became apparent.
"Oh no! Retreat—"
Before he could even finish the word "retreat," the assassin felt a chill on his neck, and no sound emanated. He instinctively touched his hand, finding it drenched in blood. His eyes darkened, and he collapsed to the ground unwillingly. Along with him fell several of his companions.
Having reached this point, the clan leader no longer cared about playing the long game. He gathered his soul power under his feet, unleashing the Instant Body Technique, and vanished in the blink of an eye. He reappeared on the rooftop, and with a wave of white sword energy, bricks and tiles shattered, stirring up a cloud of dust. A graceful woman wearing a black mask and holding a pink and red gold sword jumped out from the smoke.
The clan leader was stunned. The more he looked at her, the more familiar she looked. Isn't this the first generation Jingwei?
After dodging the clan leader's sword energy, Jingwei drew his sword and attacked the clan leader. The clan leader raised his sword to resist. The two fought for a few moves. After realizing that he could not defeat the clan leader, Jingwei disappeared from the spot in a few flashes and fled into the distance.
Looking at Jingwei's figure going away, the clan leader smiled faintly and did not chase. Returning to the courtyard, he casually summoned the Extreme Flame Blue Silver Emperor and burned the body of the Luowang killer into nothingness.
After cleaning up all this, the clan leader returned to the pavilion and took out two wine glasses. He said in a loud voice: "Miss Feiyan, since you are here, why don't you come down and have a gathering."
"They are here to kill you, why did you let that Luowang killer go?"
Along with the cold voice, Yan Fei's figure appeared in the courtyard.
The clan leader filled his wine glass, motioned Yan Fei to sit down, and pretended to be puzzled: "Didn't she escape on her own?"
"That person is quite powerful, but with your strength, it shouldn't be difficult to keep her." Yan Fei picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
The clan leader smiled faintly and said, "Do you remember what I said to you during the day?"
Hearing this, Yan Fei's face turned pale. Wasn't the words he said during the day "You are suitable to be a wife" and the last sentence "I like you"?