In the most luxurious room of the Full Moon Tower, a robust figure reclined casually on a soft couch covered with a long fur rug. The pure white fur made the man’s already fair skin appear smooth as the finest brocade silk.
His slender fingers lightly tapped the tea urn in his hand. Those fingers, as white and delicate as spring onions, resembled flawless jade. A noble aura, eclipsing all others, emanated from him. His eyes, as dark as ink, were bottomless pools, devoid of any discernible emotion.
A casual smile touched his lips, yet a hint of coldness flickered there. His subordinates standing in the room dared not even breathe.
The man languidly shifted his posture. A trace of impatience crossed his exquisitely refined and noble face, which was like a piece of uncarved jade. The coldness in the room intensified. His phoenix-like eyebrows arched slightly, as sharp and chilling as the frost of winter. He remained still, neither moving nor showing anger, like a lotus blooming coldly in a legend, pure and elegant.
However, the moment he moved, he was enveloped by the killing aura of a hellish Asura. His eyebrows flickered.
“Has the person not arrived yet?” His voice carried no warmth. The subordinate standing by the door respectfully replied, “Master, not yet?”
As soon as he finished speaking, a light knock sounded on the door. The subordinate walked over, opened it, and saw the person they were waiting for. He whispered, “Master is impatient. Why are you so late?”
The ones who entered were Zhan Yun and Ri Ying. Hearing Yue Ying’s reminder, they naturally became exceptionally cautious and walked in carefully. The person in the room was none other than the currently wise and decisive Emperor, Feng Xie.
Who would have thought that the leader of the martial arts alliance was cultivated by the Emperor himself, with the purpose of quelling the unrest in the jianghu?
In the twentieth year of the Tian Feng dynasty, he naturally dared not underestimate these martial artists. Therefore, when he was still the Crown Prince, he had cultivated three top experts: Zhan Yun, Ri Ying, and Yue Ying.
“Master,” Ri Ying and Zhan Yun called out cautiously. Feng Xie snorted displeasantly and spoke.
“Which new sects have risen in this martial arts gathering?”
Zhan Yun carefully observed the Emperor before him. The Emperor’s thoughts were deep and unfathomable; no one could guess them. Every move he made was well-planned. Zhan Yun was merely a pawn in his game, and a bitter smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
However, he had been taken in by his Master and was naturally bound to swear his loyalty until death. Therefore, he respectfully accepted even the woman bestowed upon him by his Master. In fact, he knew clearly that woman was also cultivated by his Master, with the aim of mutual checks and balances.
“Replying to Master, there are many emerging sects this time, but the most formidable is Dian Cang Ge.
“The Pavilion Master, Cang Lang, is unfathomable. Zhan Yun has never been able to uncover his origins.”
“Furthermore, Hua Wu You’s Demonic Palace is also extremely powerful. However, Hua Wu You has not yet revealed himself, and whether he will participate in this martial arts gathering is still unclear to your subordinate. So far, there has been no movement from him. There is also a sect called Seven Star Tower, which no one has ever heard of, but its lineup is very strong. It actually includes the poisonous woman Zhi Gu and the madman Wu Lang Jun. These individuals are all extremely formidable. As for the楼主 of Seven Star Tower, Master knows him; it is the ruffian Qi Ye from the black market in the capital.”
After Zhan Yun finished his report, Feng Xie remained silent for a long time. His long, delicate eyelashes fluttered slowly, and a cold, sinister smile played on his lips.
Qi Ye, no wonder he sold off all his shops in the black market. So he built Seven Star Tower. Very good. His fair fingers flicked the glass cup. A brilliant spark flickered in his dark eyes, and he spoke coldly.
“Do you know what you should do?”
“Yes, your subordinate knows what to do.” Zhan Yun, with a sweep of his crimson brocade robe, clasped his hands and accepted the order, then stood aside.
Feng Xie casually turned and glanced behind him. His three subordinates were handsome, but Zhan Yun was more outstanding. Perhaps having been the leader of the martial arts world for too long had made his heart a bit restless. It seemed necessary to give him a small warning.
Feng Xie’s peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly. The wind rose, the curtains swayed, and a white light flashed, so fast it was astonishing. Zhan Yun’s body trembled. The Emperor’s hand was already gently pressing against his vital point. He spoke faintly in his ear.
“Zhan Yun, I can help you rise, and I can bring you down instantly. You wouldn’t be foolish enough to try, would you?”
His words were soft, but his fingertips carried a murderous intent. If he moved even an inch, Zhan Yun would perish on the spot. Cold sweat beaded on his palms, and he respectfully replied, “Master, your subordinate has never considered betraying you.”
“That’s good,” Feng Xie released him coldly. He moved and landed back on the soft couch, still reclining elegantly and lazily, as if it had all been an illusion. However, Zhan Yun knew his Master was angry and that he needed to be more careful from now on.
His Master was cold and bloodthirsty, his temperament unpredictable, and his thoughts unfathomable. However, it was rumored that he married the ugliest woman in the world as his Empress. He must be unbalanced.
But why had he not deposed her? Perhaps he was waiting for a suitable moment. He did not believe that his Master, as handsome as a god, would be willing to live peacefully with an ugly woman for his entire life.
He was an Asura of the dark night, bloodthirsty and cold. When still, he was harmless; when he moved, he only took lives.
“Alright, you may go. I will send someone to summon you if there is anything. Be good to Cai Xue,” Feng Xie waved his hand with a bewitching charm, his figure flashing and disappearing. Zhan Yun exchanged pleasantries with Ri Ying and Yue Ying and left the Full Moon Tower.
Thinking of his Master’s reminder, he couldn’t help but feel annoyed. Had Cai Xue reported him to the Emperor again? Saying he had neglected her? She was a spy, and he would never treat her well.
They were both chess pieces. The thought made it impossible for him to open his heart to that woman. They were destined to be a resentful couple for life.
Thinking of the woman who had just fallen into his arms, her deer-like, watery eyes were imprinted in his heart. He had to find her; such a woman was the one he wished to cherish.
Liu Liu and Dai Mei had drunk at least two pots of tea and eaten some snacks. Seeing Zhan Yun emerge, Ri Ying escorted him to the door, carefully looking around. He turned and instructed the plainclothes guards stationed at the door before entering.
Liu Liu was certain that Feng Xie was staying in this Full Moon Tower. She hadn’t expected him to come to Black Wind City. It seemed she couldn’t appear in her current state. If he recognized her, it would be troublesome. Her expression was somber, and seeing her displeasure, Dai Mei anxiously asked.
“What’s wrong,楼主?”
“The Emperor is in the Full Moon Tower opposite,” Liu Liu said softly. Dai Mei was startled and almost cried out. Why was the Emperor, who should have been staying in the Imperial Palace, coming to Black Wind City? Did he also intend to participate in the martial arts gathering?
A hint of cold light flashed across Liu Liu’s palm-sized face. She already knew the main purpose of this martial arts gathering: it was Feng Xie’s move to stabilize his empire.
She figured that the renowned righteous sects were all pawns of the imperial court. It seemed she had underestimated Feng Xie before, thinking he was merely kept within the imperial palace. She hadn’t expected his schemes to be so meticulous.
For the country to have such a ruler was a blessing for the common people. Tian Feng would become increasingly prosperous. Liu Liu sighed inwardly, regretting that they would have to be careful and cautious. They must absolutely not act rashly, or it would bring disaster.
“Then what should we do?” Dai Mei scanned their surroundings and cautiously asked her楼主. If the Emperor found out that her master was here, would he punish her? She wondered silently. Liu Liu shrugged noncommittally, “Don’t forget, he doesn’t recognize me?”
“Let’s go back,” Dai Mei felt increasingly uneasy, as if unseen eyes were peeking at them from the shadows. It was better to return to Qing Lian Mountain Villa.
“Okay,” Liu Liu nodded. Dai Mei paid for the tea and the two walked out. Suddenly, a gust of fragrant wind blew past, and a man with a long shawl walked by.
Liu Liu walked past without paying him any mind. However, the man’s long hair, swept by the wind, hooked Liu Liu’s bell hairpin. The two stood at the entrance, unable to free themselves for a moment.
“You damn scoundrel, why do you have such long hair for no reason?” Liu Liu glared coldly at the man in red, his demeanor seductive. Hearing Liu Liu’s delicate voice, he slowly turned his head.