Chapter 68 The Young Master

Su Yunyu was taken aback, wondering if she had misheard. Feng Mingye had actually asked Xiao Shuying to dance?

Even if Xiao Shuying is currently pretending to be an ordinary guard, she is still a chosen one of destiny, and daring to oppose a chosen one of destiny...

Recalling his various failures in his previous ninety-odd lifetimes, Su Yunyu broke out in a cold sweat. Just moments ago he was worried about Xiao Shuying, but now he was actually worried about Feng Mingye.

That's not right either. Why would he worry about a villain? Besides, the main villain is himself. If he's going to worry, he should be worrying about himself.

Just as the atmosphere was about to become tense, Xiao Shuying chuckled softly:

"Since it's for the deputy building master, what's wrong with that?"

Feng Mingye was taken aback, raising an eyebrow and giving a sarcastic remark:

"You really are a good dog of the deputy director."

That's incredibly insulting.

Su Yunyu was both furious for Xiao Shuying and amused. It seemed that after so many days, Long Aotian had developed deep feelings for her.

Below the hall, Xiao Shuying remained composed, her emotions unreadable to anyone. She remained silent despite Feng Mingye's words, only slightly curving her lips when she saw Su Yunyu's gaze.

He knew Su Yunyu was worried about his sexual frustration, but he didn't feel offended.

If Feng Mingye said it that way, Su Yunyu would feel his "loyalty" even more, and then those words would be worth taking.

Thinking of this, Xiao Shuying's expression remained calm as she proposed to the emperor:

"How about I dance with my sword for Your Excellency?"

His bone whip can transform into any shape. If he transforms the bone whip into a sword, he can approach the palace while wielding it, and then strike with lightning speed...

Feng Mingye suddenly said in the hall:

“But I have a sword here, you can take it.”

As he spoke, red light surged in Feng Mingye's palm. Most demonic energy in the Demon Realm was black, and only when it was extremely pure and powerful would it be red.

After the demonic energy surged, a dark black sword appeared in his palm. He tossed the sword down, but not into Xiao Shuying's hand. Instead, he threw it to the ground, where it made a cold sound.

Xiao Shuying glanced at the sword lying beside him. Judging from the fluctuations of demonic energy, it was comparable to a level-elemental sword. He bent down and picked up the sword. Feng Mingye clapped his hands, and the guards standing on both sides began to play musical instruments and sing.

The sounds of silk and bamboo instruments, along with the unique tones of the bili (a type of reed instrument), created a melodious and rich rhythm. To this accompaniment, Xiao Shuying had no choice but to adapt a sword manual she had once learned into a sword dance.

His feet seemed to be drunk, his steps were unrestrained, his arms wielded swords, and he seemed to soar through the clouds and mist. With each beat of the drum, he moved forward or backward, sometimes swinging, sometimes thrusting, sometimes drawing his sword. Even the most graceful dragon and phoenix could not have done better.

Su Yunyu, watching from the hall, was half shocked and half puzzled. Long Aotian had really started wielding his sword so easily? It seemed like things were going too smoothly.

In fact, Xiao Shuying had secretly held the bone whip in her hand, transforming it into a needle-sized bone whip that no one could tell when she held it between her fingers.

He feigned swordplay, but in reality, he kept glancing at the hall from the corner of his eye, preparing for the right moment to strike with his whip, with Su Yunyu drawing her sword from the side to catch Feng Mingye off guard.

Feng Mingye stood on the throne, arms crossed, watching for a while. He then seemed lost in thought, clapped his hands, and said:

"One person is too monotonous, so I'll call a few beauties to keep you company."

As soon as the words were spoken, a soft rustling sound came from outside the hall, accompanied by several light footsteps, and about five or six scantily clad beauties filed in.

They all wore shawls draped over their arms and golden bells strung on their ankles. They scattered around Xiao Shuying, swaying their waists as they sang and danced.

The bells rang loudly, and as the five or six people danced almost in circles, Xiao Shuying tightened her grip on the needle-like bone whip between her fingers. For a moment, she couldn't tell whether Feng Mingye had seen something or was just expressing his feelings.

Although there was more interference from these people, but...

Xiao Shuying glanced at the hall out of the corner of her eye, a barely perceptible hint of coldness on her lips, and continued to pretend to dance with her sword, immersing herself in the singing and dancing.

Su Yunyu was so captivated by the pleasurable scene that she didn't know what to do next. She could only pretend to be nonchalant and watch, even wearing a lewd smile as she watched, in keeping with her persona.

The bloodstains on his body would increasingly affect his cultivation when he got close to the caster of the curse. If he were to fight Feng Mingye now, he would most likely lose.

Forget it, let's wait and see how things develop.

As His Highness danced and played music, Feng Mingye's lips curled slightly as he glanced at one of the beauties. He didn't believe that Xiao Shuying was simply dancing with a sword.

The beautiful woman, having received the signal, touched arms with her other sisters while dancing, and they understood each other's intentions.

As the dance formation changed, the beauties no longer surrounded the flower stamen like petals, but instead flocked to Xiao Shuying, stretching out their soft, boneless arms to climb onto his chest or shoulders.

Like water snakes, their supple figures kept approaching, their hands constantly touching her. Xiao Shuying ignored them, but their peripheral vision and movements were also hindered.

Why did these people suddenly change their dance moves...?

Xiao Shuying's eyes darkened slightly as she kept avoiding their approach. Under these circumstances, it was almost impossible to get close to the hall without making a sound.

It seems it's time to find an opportunity to end this absurd dance.

Just as he was about to use exhaustion as an excuse, he suddenly heard Feng Mingye laugh and say something in the hall:

"It seems you, my guard, are also fond of beautiful women, for you handle them with such ease."

"..."

Although she didn't know what Su Yunyu thought after hearing this, Xiao Shuying felt that this sentence was much more offensive than the previous one.

Just then, a beautiful woman pressed her soft body against him and reached out to tug at the end of his hair. Xiao Shuying was worried about how to end this, but this time he had an idea.

As he drew his sword, he deliberately stabbed the person who was trying to approach. A cry of pain was heard, and the beauty fell to the ground clutching her shoulder, blood flowing freely from her hand covering the wound.

"oops--"

The beauty cried out, and the others crowded around, seemingly very worried.

Xiao Shuying then tossed her sword aside, feigning panic, and said:

"I hope Your Majesty will punish me."

Amidst this farce, the guards who were playing music and singing all stopped. In the hall, Su Yunyu first gave a perfunctory reprimand:

"You clumsy thing, I knew I shouldn't have taken you in!"

He then feigned great shame and said to Feng Mingye:

"Please punish me, Your Majesty."

Feng Mingye's gaze swept slowly between Su Yunyu and Xiao Shuying, then he gently curved his lips into a magnanimous smile:

"It's alright."

He then feigned accusations against Su Yunyu:

"Does this guard have some objection to what I said? Why did you so suddenly destroy the flower?"

Su Yunyu quickly said, "He is merely lacking in swordsmanship; how could he be so cruel as to destroy a flower?"

"Very well," Feng Mingye waved her red sleeve, and immediately a guard understood and went down to take away the five or six beauties.

Seeing that the hall had quieted down again, he said with great compassion:

"If your swordsmanship is not good enough, then stand here for half an hour."

“Furthermore,” Feng Mingye walked to Su Yunyu's side, interrupting his unfinished words, and said:

"I have something to discuss with you. Come with me to a place."

Su Yunyu didn't believe a word Feng Mingye said. What did he mean by going to a place? Surely he wasn't going to kill him?

Just as he was about to find an excuse to refuse, Feng Mingye said softly again:

"To be honest, I've had some new insights into the matter of the Blood Seal. Since you, the Vice-Lord, are also involved in this field, you might as well let me explain in detail."

"..."

Upon hearing the words "blood mark," Su Yunyu hesitated again.

Since we don't have a good solution right now, we might as well go along with what Feng Mingye said and see what he has to discuss.

Thinking this through, Su Yunyu agreed:

"In that case, we shall all listen to what the Lord says."

He then hinted to Xiao Shuying:

“My lord and I have important matters to discuss. Since your swordsmanship is not good enough, you will have to stand here for half an hour.”

Xiao Shuying glanced at Su Yunyu, and seeing him blink, she immediately understood and said:

"yes."

Even so, he was still worried about letting Su Yunyu go with Feng Mingye. After shrinking the Crimson Flame Phoenix to an infinitely small size in his sea of ​​consciousness, he summoned it, infused it with his own demonic energy to confuse it, and then instructed Su Yunyu to stay close to her.

Meanwhile, Su Yunyu followed Feng Mingye from the main hall of Tianman Palace to the back of the hall, passing through paths she had previously traversed while searching for the Demon Dragon.

The layout here is intricate and the buildings are numerous. Su Yunyu had no idea where Feng Mingye was taking her.

Only after stepping into a place where wisps of warm steam wafted did Feng Mingye stop, slightly yielding a view, and smile at Su Yunyu:

"The deputy head of the building always talks about this hot spring of mine. Today, let's be frank with each other, shall we?"

What do you mean by "frank and open"? It can't be what he's thinking, can it?

The thought of having to take off her clothes and soak in a hot spring while wearing this body made Su Yunyu feel uncomfortable all over.

Especially considering that Feng Mingye had just touched him in the palace, it's hard not to suspect that Feng Mingye is indiscriminate and willing to try anything.

If they were to truly be honest with each other, Su Yunyu would have serious doubts about her innocence.

Seeing Su Yunyu fall silent, completely forgetting to act according to her status, Feng Mingye's eyes lit up with pleasure, and he couldn't help but chuckle:

"I'm going to get something. I hope the deputy building manager will have it ready by the time I get back."

After saying this, Feng Mingye pushed Su Yunyu to the edge of the spring. He then turned and left with a flick of his red sleeve, leaving Su Yunyu still in shock.

Take something, take what?

What do you mean by "wait until he gets back and has him ready"?

Su Yunyu felt sweating profusely and couldn't help but complain to 111:

"How can this villain be so vulgar?"

111 is very calm:

Why don't you just say your thinking is too vulgar?

Just as the daily battle between the one person and the system was in progress, Feng Mingye stopped at a certain place. Taking something was just an excuse; he just wanted to tease Su Yunyu.

Wanting to know the identity Su Yunyu was playing, and the somewhat ambiguous relationship with Zang Yeyu, Feng Mingye's smile deepened, and he immediately cast a spell, causing a surge of red light.

After things calmed down, Feng Mingye was no longer there; in his place was "Zang Yeyu".

He looked at his current appearance and couldn't help but smile. He walked over to the hot spring and, sure enough, saw Su Yunyu still standing there.

With such a thin skin, how could she have thought of playing someone with a completely opposite personality?

Feng Mingye walked over quietly. He was now a beautiful woman with a bewitching appearance and unique style, and even his arms were as slender as lotus roots.

He reached out and gently placed his hand on Su Yunyu's shoulder and back, a smile playing on his lips, and whispered:

"My lord..."