Chapter 548: Chapter 531: The Emotion Slayer Sword is Quite Outstanding

Drizzle at dusk filled the air with the fresh, moist fragrance of exotic flora.

Within these three days, the renowned cultivators from the various martial arts sects who had passed out drunk in the Night Hall gradually regained sobriety.

The Sanqing Wine was incredibly potent. After sleeping for three days, although their bodies still felt weak and lacked strength, the wine’s lingering effect was deeply nourishing, and their Divine Mansions brimmed with uninterrupted Spiritual Power.

Awakening from their slumber, three days had passed by unknowingly; it was as if they had cultivated for thirty years, with their cultivation growing by leaps and bounds, how could they not be delighted? They only regretted not having extra mouths to drink more celestial brew during the banquet.

In the guest room’s side hall, the door creaked open, revealing Ying Xiu, impeccably attired with a sword hanging at his waist and proceeding to step out at a leisurely pace.

His attire was in order, yet upon closer inspection, it was evident that in his haste, he had incorrectly tied a knot in his waistband, and his boots were on the wrong feet.

He didn’t possess the refined and dignified air he typically held.

For some reason, he walked briskly and seemed flustered, his face drained of color, lips tightly pressed, his features betraying a hint of desperation and humiliation as though he had suffered a profound disgrace.

“Disciple Ying Xiu?” By sheer coincidence, he bumped into a beautiful, young woman adorning robes which signified she belonged to the Tian Nan Sect.

Tian Nan Sect!

Ying Xiu’s hurried footsteps suddenly halted; he seemed startled and retreated three steps back.

Looking panicked yet wary at the young woman, Ying Xiu felt utterly bewildered.

Though he knew that secrets wouldn’t stay hidden forever, being exposed at this moment for such an embarrassing matter was undeniably uncomfortable.

Ying Xiu grimaced and struggled to maintain a facade of calmness, saying, “I have been resting here drunk for a few days and have just woken up. Ashamed as I am, I do not know how I ended up in this side hall, and now I cannot find my way back. Junior Sister, could you guide me? Ying Xiu would be immensely grateful.”

The woman was initially startled, then seemed to guess his intentions without a word, furrowing her brows unfeelingly to confront him, “Three days ago, Your Highness was severely inebriated; it was Senior Sister Du who supported you and took care of you until you fell asleep. Now that you have just awoken, you seem eager to leave… doesn’t Senior Sister Du know about this?”

Ying Xiu’s mind went blank, as if struck by lightning, then the undignified feeling he had failed to conceal overwhelmed him like a flood.

A second-rate Immortal Sect like Tian Nan Sect, even if their Sect Master personally came, he would have the privilege to disregard him.

Yet now, he felt an unbearable shame and disgrace in the direct gaze of this woman.

Seeing Ying Xiu’s demeanor, how could she fail to understand the thoughts he was hiding?

Although not as grand as the Xijian Sect or the You Dynasty, Tian Nan Sect was not to be belittled.

That night, before the eyes of the public and in front of his own father, he took their Senior Sister Du in his arms and kissed her fiercely.

Who was Ying Xiu?

A true gentleman, known for his irreproachable conduct, who had been loyally waiting for the young mistress of Cangwu Palace for two hundred years, without a single romantic episode associated with him over those two centuries.

This Crown Prince of the You Dynasty, the Young Sect Master of the Tianxi Sword Sect, a man of both devotion and exclusivity, was considered the most ideal prospective husband in the minds of all the female cultivators.

Now, seizing upon his rare drunken indiscretion, how could Tian Nan Sect willingly let go of this golden opportunity of marrying into such wealth and power?

Although the Crown Prince had unusual tastes, randomly choosing Senior Sister Du, who had been unwed in her chamber for four hundred years, it was Senior Sister Du nonetheless—a member of their own Sect. If they could entangle themselves with the Central Netherworld and Tianxi, wouldn’t Tian Nan Sect’s rise be just around the corner?

Under the woman’s interrogating gaze, Ying Xiu found himself unable to stand his ground, admitting feebly, “It was not my intention to behave so.”

The woman laughed scornfully: “Every man claims as much after a drunken night, yet if you did not covet beauty, why would you act so disgracefully?”

Her remark stung Ying Xiu as if bitten by a rabbit, and he retorted angrily, “I covet beauty?! With her looks, you call that beauty?!”

The woman spoke too quickly, her venomous words slipping out without a second thought.

Realizing her blunder, she coughed lightly, about to speak, but Ying Xiu, eager to escape, had no patience left and gave her an icy glare, silencing her abruptly.

Ying Xiu, containing his disheveled emotions, departed with a flick of his sleeves.

When the Tian Nan Sect disciple hurriedly reached the side hall bedroom, Du Yicui was sprawled over the desk, idly counting golden beans with an air of listlessness.

She had expected to find her Senior Sister pityingly wrapped in a quilt, whimpering—instead, she discovered her neatly dressed, meticulously arranging her hair, and amusing herself by counting beans.

The woman felt disoriented and speechless. Could it be that things hadn’t progressed as expected?

But those golden beans were unmistakable treasures produced by the Central Netherworld, used for Artifact Refining.

This small dish of them was worth a king’s ransom indeed.

“Ah, it’s Junior Sister Cao!” Du Yicui carefully put away the golden beans, straightened her hair, and said with a mocking smile, “That Ying Xiu is indeed quite generous.”

Junior Sister Cao was utterly baffled, “Ah? So is it… did it happen or not?”