558: Chapter 558 Removing the Disguise: The Thousand-Faced Goddess Reveals Her True Form!

Further away.

On a hidden cliff.

The moonlight was like silver, coldly spilling onto the bare cliff wall, reflecting a slender and extraordinary figure.

It was none other than the Young Mistress who held the reins of the Lingbao Trading Firm—the Thousand-Faced Goddess, Xie Jinghong.

Her ink-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, flying silently in the night wind.

Her gold and silver Quicksand Immortal Dress shimmered under the moonlight; with every fold of the fabric, it was as if stars were flickering out on the hem of her skirt.

The Seven-Colored Immortal Gold Bells on her wrists and ankles made a faint, crisp sound.

This was a melody unique to the Goddess.

Her true face bloomed under the moonlight, enough to make the entire Tiannan Immortal Domain fall for her.

On this face, the distress and rage from the top-floor secret room were gone, replaced only by extreme calm, precise calculation, and a hint of hidden excitement.

She restrained all her aura, suppressing her Profound Immortal Seventh Stage cultivation to the limit; her entire being blended into the night, becoming the most dangerous phantom on the cliff.

Her alluring fox-like eyes stared intently in the direction of Luoyan Gorge below.

Qingluan stood half a step behind her, head bowed, reporting respectfully:

“Young Miss, the scouts have reported back.”

“The people from Private Room Number Seven have laid a dragnet in Luoyan Gorge. Six True Immortals, coordinated with the Heaven-Sealing Earth-Locking Grand Array. That man named Han Rui is the leader, and the power behind them is the Xuantian Immortal Sect’s Law Enforcement Hall.”

Xie Jinghong didn't speak; the corner of her lips twitched almost imperceptibly, seemingly unsurprised by this result.

“Additionally, Su Chen’s group has already checked out of the Yingxian Restaurant and is heading out of the city. According to their pace, they will enter the range of Luoyan Gorge in fifteen minutes.”

Xie Jinghong still didn't speak.

Her fox-like eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze piercing through the night to fall upon Luoyan Gorge.

A question circled in her mind.

Su Chen did not have the Killing Formation diagram.

He had put on a good show at the auction, ‘yielding’ that fragmented formation diagram to the Xuantian Immortal Sect.

What did this mean?

Her long fingertips unconsciously stroked the Flowing Cloud Pattern on her cuff.

He wasn't afraid at all of that formation diagram falling into enemy hands.

So, what did this signify?

The first possibility: He really was out of money. The performance at the auction had exhausted everything he had, and now he was truly at a dead end.

The second possibility: He didn't need that formation diagram at all. He had other trump cards, enough to face the encirclement and killing of six True Immortals.

Xie Jinghong leaned toward the first one.

Although Su Chen was the Nine Heavens Divine Son, he was still just someone at the Great Saint Realm who had recently ascended from the Lower Realm; there was a chasm-like gap between him and a True Immortal, let alone six True Immortals cooperating with a Killing Formation.

In the face of absolute cultivation suppression, any trump card would be an illusion.

But her intuition—the intuition that had never failed her throughout a thousand years of navigating the sea of commerce—was sounding an alarm in her heart.

Things might not be that simple.

The words from the diary clearly surfaced in her mind.

Every word written by that man was filled with a composure that was completely inconsistent with his cultivation level.

It wasn't a pretense of calm; it was in his very bones.

It was the indifference that would only be shown by someone who truly controlled the entire situation and viewed everything as a chess piece.

She had seen this kind of composure in herself countless times in the mirror when facing those self-righteous opponents.

But seeing it in Su Chen made her feel uneasy.

However, so what?

She quickly suppressed that trace of unease.

Xie Jinghong made a decision.

“I won't make a move.”

Qingluan suddenly looked up, confusion flashing in her eyes: “Young Miss?”

“I'll just watch from here.”

The corners of Xie Jinghong's mouth curled into a subtle and dangerous arc, as if she could twist all the beauty in the world.

“Let the people from the Xuantian Immortal Sect go first. When Su Chen is pushed into a desperate situation, I will then appear.”

A perfect plan had already been constructed in her mind.

At the moment of his greatest despair, when all his hopes were crushed and his life hung by a thread, she would descend from the sky, repel all enemies with absolute power, and save his life.

Then.

At his most vulnerable, most grateful, and most powerless moment to resist.

She would have him sign a complete contract of indenture.

While he wasn't yet her actual husband, he would help the Lingbao Trading Firm run errands, keep accounts, act as an image spokesperson, and even... become Xie Jinghong's exclusive worker, the future number one ace of the Lingbao Trading Firm.

Just thinking about it was wonderful.

Xie Jinghong's fox-like eyes curved into crescents.

“Young Master, oh Young Master.”

She muttered in her heart, as if savoring a delicious dessert.

“You thought you won at the auction? No, what you won was merely a play I allowed you to win.”

“The real grand show is only just beginning.”

She sat down cross-legged, tossed an Immortal Fruit from her Storage Ring into her mouth, and savored it slowly, preparing to watch a good show.

She did not foresee that the progression of this grand show, which she considered foolproof, would completely overturn all her perceptions of the title ‘Nine Heavens Divine Son’ and the name ‘Su Chen.’

She was even less aware that her so-called ‘watching the show’ was itself already a link in someone else's plan.