noffsinger Chapter 159 The Female Elder of the Sunflower Heart Sect
Chapter 159 The Female Elder of the Sunflower Heart Sect
The scene was both awkward and erotic. Han Yi, with his bald head and limp body, grabbed the woman in white by the neck with one hand and pressed her hard to the ground. Her white buttocks were particularly dazzling in the light.
The woman in white was so embarrassed that her face turned as red as a ripe apple; it was the first time she had ever seen a man like this.
"You scoundrel, let me go!" She tried to turn her face away, but Han Yi held her neck tightly, preventing her from moving.
The man in front of me had a muscular physique and, despite having a shaved head, was handsome and well-proportioned. The red mark between his eyebrows gave him a touch of devilish charm.
But right now, Han Yi was gripping her neck tightly with both hands, and it looked like he was about to do *that* to her...
The woman in white's heart pounded wildly, thinking that she would probably lose her cultivation and then her body today.
Just as she expected, the next second, Han Yi ripped off her white robe, leaving her only in her underwear, which made her so ashamed that she almost fainted.
What angered her even more was that the bald guy took off his clothes, put them back on, and walked away as if nothing had happened, without even glancing at her. It was as if this beautiful woman was nothing to him.
Who is she? She is the most beautiful inner sect elder of the Kui Xin Sect, Fairy Lin Yue! She is always fawned over wherever she goes, and has never suffered such humiliation before.
"Kid, are you even a man? There was such a beautiful woman in front of you, and you even stripped her clothes off. How could you resist?" The old spirit floated by and started cursing at the top of his lungs. His expression was one of utter disappointment, as if Han Yi had missed out on a great opportunity.
"You old bastard, are you a spirit or a lecherous old man? Do you think I'm a stud pig that pounces on every pretty woman it sees?" Han Yi turned his head and retorted irritably, his face showing a hint of annoyance.
"How many times have I told you, call me Grandpa Gu!" Upon hearing this, the old spirit was so angry that he glared and his beard bristled, his face full of displeasure.
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Two days later at the Prince of Zhenbei's mansion, Mu Qingwan sat quietly in the Inviting Moon Pavilion, playing the zither. Her fingers gently plucked the strings, producing melodious sounds, but her mind was in turmoil.
It's been over a year, and we haven't even seen a glimpse of the young master. We don't know where that irresponsible fellow has gone off to enjoy himself. News came from Qingluan Peak that he left more than a year ago.
Just then, a maid came running up to her, panting and barely able to speak: "Miss! Han Yu has sent someone with a message!"
Mu Qingwan's hand trembled, and the zither music stopped abruptly. She hurriedly asked, "Is it news of the young master?" The maid shook her head vigorously.
"No, it's news from Haojing! His Majesty has passed away, the eldest prince is dead, the second prince has usurped the throne, and the third prince has fled to Jincheng in fear!"
After listening, Mu Qingwan's face remained expressionless, but her mind was perfectly clear; these events were largely within her expectations. With the Second Prince committing this heinous act of fratricide and usurpation, could the other princes and vassal kings swallow this insult? The Qingyun Empire was bound to descend into chaos.
She knew perfectly well that with the world in chaos, it was the perfect time for heroes to rise to the occasion and save the people. The script was already written, but the protagonist of this savior story, namely her young master, had somehow wandered off somewhere.
As the future Crown Princess, she couldn't back down at this time; she had to stand up and take responsibility.
"Miss, should we hurry up and inform General Zhao Long to take advantage of the chaos?" the maid asked anxiously, her eyes wide with worry.
Mu Qingwan remained calm and shook her head gently, saying with great composure, "Let's not rush. The timing isn't right yet, and the conditions don't allow us to act immediately. Besides, the old prince hasn't made his stance clear yet, and his attitude is crucial. A single word from him could potentially sway the entire Qingyun Empire. Before the old prince makes his decision, we cannot act rashly; stability is our priority."
After saying that, she stood up, her gaze fixed firmly on the distance, silently chanting in her heart, "Han Yi, Han Yi, where are you? You've left behind a mess, and I have to clean it up for you. You'd better come back soon!"
Then, she turned to her maid and said, "Go and inform the officials and generals in various places who have already submitted to us, and tell them to hold back their troops. Do nothing now but solve the problem of money and food for the people. That is the most important thing. Don't do anything useless. Wait for my orders."
The maidservant obeyed and left. Mu Qingwan sat back down at the zither, her fingers lightly touching the strings, but she had no intention of playing. Her mind was preoccupied with figuring out what to do next.
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Like a thief, Han Yi tiptoed back to the small courtyard in the south of the city, rushed into his room, and just as he breathed a sigh of relief, before he could even catch his breath, a chill ran down his neck as the Ice Soul Sword was coldly pressed against him.
"Han Yi, where have you been gallivanting off to?" Su Yao's eyebrows furrowed, her face as cold as ice, her voice carrying a accusatory tone.
"Where else could I go? I'd just go to that extremely cold and yin place, you know that already!" Han Yi tilted his head back, rubbed his neck against the blade, and replied nonchalantly.
"Are you sure?" Su Yao looked him up and down, her eyes like knives. Look at him! He went out for a while and came back bald, wrapped in a white lady's robe. If he said he went into seclusion to break through his cultivation, he'd be fooling a ghost!
Su Yao grew angrier the more she thought about it. With a sudden burst of strength, she thrust the Ice Soul Sword fiercely towards Han Yi's shiny bald head. A loud crash resounded, making everyone's ears ring. Looking around, the bald man was completely unharmed, while the Ice Soul Sword was flung from his hand by the force of the impact, flying out with a "whoosh" before crashing against the wall and clattering to the ground.
"What's wrong with you! Get out of here, I need to change!" Han Yi stared wide-eyed, completely bewildered. He rubbed his bald head and yelled at Su Yao. He knew perfectly well that this woman was out of her mind; she probably thought he was out chasing after women and doing something improper.
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Han Yi had just changed his clothes and leisurely strolled into the courtyard. Before he could even stand still, he saw a tense scene unfold before him: a woman in flowing white robes, her shoulders half-exposed and her skin as white as snow, gripped a sword tightly in her hand. She and Su Yao, who also held a sword, were locked in a standoff in the courtyard. The atmosphere was as tense as a fully drawn bowstring, ready to explode at any moment, as if a fight was about to break out at any second.
He looked closely and realized, "Oh no!" It was the woman whose clothes he had stripped off! His heart skipped a beat, and he knew he was in for a world of trouble. This woman had come knocking on his door; he was in for a world of trouble.
His eyes darted around, and he thought to himself that he absolutely couldn't show his face now. These two tigresses had already drawn their swords, and if he went up to them, he would be walking right into their trap. Those unsheathed swords might be aimed at him at any moment.
Thinking of this, he slipped away quietly, like a thief, and tried to sneak into the house to lay low for a while.
Coincidentally, the courtyard was crowded with servants, and Thirteen Xiao and his men were all there too. With so many people around, he figured he could take advantage of the chaos and sneak back without anyone noticing.
"Han Yi, where are you going?" Su Yao, with her sharp eyes, spotted the bald man immediately and shouted, her voice high-pitched and loud, echoing in the courtyard, "This woman wants you to return her clothes!"
Su Yao then spoke.
"Han Yi, you're really something! You even managed to seduce a female elder from the inner sect of the Kui Xin Sect on your trip!"