90: Chapter 90 Yan Laosan

She cast a quick glance at you, a trace of fear flashing in her eyes, then gently pushed open the door and stepped aside, not daring to look another time.

Without breaking your stride, you stepped directly into the room.

"Bang~!"

The door behind you closed in response.

You raised your eyes to look, and a man in black was sitting by the round table in the room. After seeing his face clearly, you were instantly deeply disappointed.

The man looked to be about thirty years old, with a thin face, slightly high cheekbones, and a pair of slender triangular eyes that exuded shrewdness and calculation, perfectly matching the image of a villain.

Only his appearance was truly too wretched; what a pity.

After entering the room, you lowered your eyes and stood still, your shoulders trembling slightly, your fingertips quietly and tightly pinching the corner of your sleeve, obviously very fearful.

"Don't be afraid, come over."

As soon as the man saw you, a gleam instantly flashed across his eyes.

His voice was hoarse, but his tone was surprisingly devoid of any impatience, clearly because your appearance had generated a bit of patience in him.

You moved your steps carefully, only arriving in front of the table after a long while. At this moment, your eye sockets were already red, but you forced back your tears without letting them fall.

"What are you crying for?"

The man frowned, then arrogantly said:

"This seat is an outer sect manager of the Hehuan Sect, a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Stage. My ancestor is even Elder Wangyou of the Hehuan Sect, a late-stage Golden Core cultivator. Could I possibly mistreat you if you follow me?"

Viewed up close, the man's eyes became even more fiery.

He never expected that an ordinary assessment would allow him to run into such a peerless beauty.

You sneered incessantly in your heart; he truly was a good-for-nothing who only knew about women.

This person could be called the weakest Foundation Establishment cultivator you had ever encountered. Even the old man of the Wang family whom you had beheaded with a single sword back then was much stronger than him.

If not for the fact that he had indeed stepped into the Foundation Establishment Stage and his physical body had undergone the baptism of innate qi, you would almost suspect that this person should have died in a land of gentleness long ago.

His primordial yang was actually depleted to such an extent, not even as good as some peak Qi Condensation cultivators.

But after all, he was a descendant of a Golden Core, so you did not choose to strike out recklessly.

"Mm…"

You responded in a low voice, and the tears in your eyes finally burst forth, gently sobbing.

"Eh? What's wrong?"

A beauty shedding tears—this scene made Yan Laosan's heart soften, and that trace of vigilance in his heart instantly vanished like smoke.

He hurriedly got up, reaching out to pull you into his arms, wanting to comfort you properly.

But the moment he reached out, his entire body suddenly froze in place.

A jade-white palm like lightning gripped his throat, and the powerful force made him unable to move a fraction.

Yan Laosan's heart tightened. Just as he was about to urge his spiritual power, the palm on his neck suddenly tightened. A powerful force accompanied by an overbearing spiritual power crashed into his body. The spiritual power in his meridians instantly stagnated, and the sense of suffocation made his vision go dark.

"If you move again, I wouldn't mind sending you on your way immediately."

A cold voice sounded, and an aura far stronger than his crushed down. Yan Laosan's whole body stiffened, and his hand, which was quietly reaching toward the storage bag, suddenly stopped, not daring to move a fraction anymore.

Even more fatal was that a ghost shadow had quietly emerged behind him at some unknown time, filled with gloomy Qi, shockingly a Foundation Establishment-level ghost!

The ghost's ten fingers hovered above his head, its pale nails flashing with a gloomy cold light. It only needed to fall gently to easily pierce through his skull.

A dead end.

Until he felt the palm on his neck relax slightly, Yan Laosan then cautiously lowered his eyes to look at the woman in front of him.

Completely different from the cowardly and shrinking appearance when she first entered the room.

At this moment, her gaze was calm, and there was no longer any emotional fluctuation in the depths of her eyes, resembling an experienced hunter looking down and scrutinizing her prey.

"F-Fellow Daoist, I wonder when this humble one has offended you?"

Yan Laosan searched through his memories but couldn't find any memories related to the woman in front of him, feeling somewhat depressed in his heart.

Reasonably speaking, such a peerless beauty—even if he forgot his own ancestor—should definitely not have had zero impression of this woman.

"Just now, you wanted to sleep with me."

You spoke with a calm expression.

"This…"

Yan Laosan was momentarily at a loss for words. He really wanted to say that he hadn't even touched her, but looking at your icy gaze, he silently swallowed the words in his mouth.

Seeing that you did not kill him immediately, his eyeballs rolled, and flattering smiles immediately piled up on his face.

"Then Fellow Daoist, how do you want this matter to be resolved?"

"Hand over your soul imprint, and I'll spare your life."

"Impossible!"

Hearing this demand, Yan Laosan's expression changed drastically, and his voice became a bit shrill.

Handing over his soul imprint? Then he would truly become a prisoner at the mercy of others, with no ability to resist at all.

Suppressing his panic, he put on a bold front and threatened:

"If you dare to kill me, the ancestor will never let you go!"

You lowered your eyelashes slightly, and after a moment chuckled lightly:

"That might not be certain."

Just as Yan Laosan was about to mock, he saw you take out a token stained with a powerful aura. Purple light flowed on it, and the character "Huan" in the center was particularly dazzling, making his eyes widen.

"How do you have the Hehuan Token?"

"As a member of the Hehuan Sect, could you not understand what this token represents?"

Seeing him rein in that arrogant arrogance, you slowly loosened your hand and threw him to the ground, but those ghost claws followed like a shadow, instantly pressing against his throat again.

"Naturally, it is by the secret order of a certain elder."

The Hehuan Token, in a sense, directly represented the personal arrival of a Golden Core elder, and could even mobilize some members of the Hehuan Sect.

Of course you didn't dare to use this token within the sect. Wouldn't that be equivalent to shouting directly to Zicha: Not only am I problematic, but I even dare to swagger under your nose and show off, come and destroy me?

But it was best used for bluffing.

"What purpose does that elder have?"

Yan Laosan was silent for a moment, and asked tremblingly.

If a Golden Core elder stood behind the woman in front of him, then even if he was killed today, no one would seek justice for him.

He knew his own family affairs best; he was merely a marginal figure in the Yan family. The only time he had an audience with the ancestor was decades ago during the Foundation Establishment Stage.

"Brother Yan, this is just a struggle within the sect. As long as you act according to my instructions, I will definitely return your freedom within a hundred years."

Your voice slowed down appropriately by a fraction, gently patting his shoulder.

"I, Shen Lianhuan, can make an oath here."

Hearing this, Yan Laosan's expression looked a bit better. As his mood relaxed, his gaze involuntarily stuck to the jade-white palm in front of him, swallowing his saliva uncontrollably.

"Fellow Daoist Shen, can you agree to one condition of mine?"

"What condition?"

"Can I dual cultivate with you once?"

Yan Laosan had a pious expression.

You smiled slightly, and without hesitation punched him squarely on the cheek.

"Bang~!"

Yan Laosan flew sideways, slamming into the wall before sliding down.

You held back quite a bit of force. Although he didn't pass out, half of his face was already swollen high, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

But not only was he not angry, instead he covered his cheeks and chuckled foolishly:

"Hehehe… Fairy Shen touched me…"