104: The king wants his subjects dead, and the Fan family is destroyed.

Xuan Yin Fairy lifted her skirt, her moon-white, pearl-studded high heels tapping on the green jade tiles of the corridor, each step sending out ripples of sound patterns.

Her glass-like eyes were fixed on Qin Wangchuan's retreating back, feeling the dissipating Qin rhyme from him, her breathing unconsciously softening.

“It’s him…”

Xuan Yin Fairy murmured softly, her fingertips unconsciously caressing her chest.

Her heart was pounding fiercely there, more alive than ever before.

Since birth, it was the first time she had seen someone capable of performing music to such a Realm.

Just as she was a few zhang away from Qin Wangchuan, a dark shadow silently blocked her path.

Xuan Yin Fairy was caught off guard, almost crashing into the human wall.

Looking up, she saw a stern-faced man standing with his hands behind his back.

There were no spiritual energy fluctuations around him, yet Xuan Yin Fairy's hair stood on end—it was the instinctive fear one felt when facing a supreme expert.

“Stop.”

The dark guard’s voice was light, yet it struck Xuan Yin Fairy’s heart like a heavy hammer.

She was astonished to find that she couldn't even lift a finger.

“I…I just…”

Xuan Yin Fairy opened her mouth but couldn't make a complete sound.

She watched helplessly as Qin Wangchuan and Xu Qing's backs gradually disappeared into the distance, her fingers clenching painfully under her nine-layered gauze sleeves.

‘Am I really going to miss him like this…?’

‘No! I can’t! I finally found him!’

Xuan Yin Fairy looked at the receding figures, a hint of stubbornness flashing in her eyes.

No matter what method she used, she had to speak to this person and then listen to him play a song!

No matter what method!!

…

Meanwhile, at the Fan Family.

Fan Zai leaned against a purple sandalwood chair, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest, a triumphant smile playing on his lips.

His confidant, sitting opposite him, poured a cup of spiritual tea and cautiously said, “Young Master, Xuan Yin Fairy won’t be intercepted by that boy midway, will she?”

“Heh.” Fan Zai scoffed, then suddenly crushed the teacup with his fingertips, “Who do you think Xuan Yin Fairy is? For a year, this Young Master has sent how many Heaven And Earth Treasure, yet I haven’t even touched a corner of her clothes.”

“That boy just showed his face, and the ice mountain will melt?”

The image of Xuan Yin Fairy's ice-cold demeanor appeared before his eyes—last year when they first met, he was injured just by stepping a bit closer to her.

Fan Zai had many cold women in his room, but Xuan Yin Fairy gave him a different feeling; it was a sense of aloofness that made everyone else seem insignificant, high above, untainted by the mundane.

And her strength was extremely powerful!

Neither the handsome Crown Prince nor the powerful Eastern Domain Sword Master could catch her eye.

Like a solitary, noble flower.

But precisely because of this, she had the value of conquest!

“You haven’t seen how smooth that Fairy’s little hands are…” Fan Zai caressed the jade pendant at his waist, his voice filled with obsession, “Just wait, once I take her down, I’ll definitely make her play the Qin while giving me a blowjob, then press her hard onto the Qin, the strings leaving marks on her fair skin…”

Just thinking about it made Fan Zai drool.

Even so, for him, it was only a starting point.

If you ask why, he had the grand ideal of conquering a thousand beauties!

Suddenly, the hall door was crashed open, and the scout he had sent out earlier stumbled in.

Fan Zai frowned: “In the past, when I asked you to investigate some news, you’d make excuses about wind or rain, but today you’re back in three hours…”

His words stopped abruptly.

The scout, his face ashen, stepped aside, revealing two figures behind him, like deep abysses and towering peaks.

The old man on the left had hair like frost, and his cultivation was terrifying; just looking at him felt stinging. The young man on the right wore a black robe, with dark embroidered golden patterns shimmering under the candlelight on his shoulders, vaguely revealing a single character—

‘Qin’

The young man stared directly at Fan Zai and asked, “Is he the mastermind?”

The scout nodded like pounding garlic.

He swore he didn't intentionally betray his Young Master.

Too much had happened in just three short quarters of an hour.

Who could have imagined?

He had just released the news to investigate that young man when a chill suddenly ran down the back of his neck—good heavens! A powerful expert had latched onto him like a ghost, his hand gripping his neck steadier than his mother's rolling pin!

Under the threat of death, he couldn't even last three breaths.

Everything he knew, everything he didn't know, even dangerous things like secretly watching the Young Madam bathe, all spilled out like beans from a bamboo tube.

“Young Master…” The scout cast a pleading look at Fan Zai, hoping his master would save him as usual.

Unfortunately, the next moment, the scout directly exploded into a mist of blood.

The young man grabbed, and Fan Zai, who had been sitting upright just moments before, was snatched up like a little chick.

“What is your purpose?”

“Is there anyone else directing you?”

Fan Zai was lifted into the air, and he was horrified to find that all his spiritual energy was completely restrained, unable to move even a single finger.

He could only kick his legs futilely in the air.

“You…I…”

“No…!”

The invisible hand, however, tightened its grip, and Fan Zai even saw his life flash before his eyes.

‘Such a grand ideal, perhaps only Brother Fan can achieve it.’

‘Collecting beauties? Hahaha! My son can do whatever he wants.’

‘Disgusting.’

Friendship, family, love, continuously flowed through his mind.

“I, I haven’t completed my dream of collecting a thousand beauties, how can I die here!” With the boost of conviction, Fan Zai actually squeezed out a complete sentence through gritted teeth.

As he spoke, his face turned purple, as if filled with power.

However, the scene of a passionate comeback did not occur.

The next moment, as the young man’s five fingers slowly closed.

Fan Zai’s head burst like a watermelon, red and white matter splashing around.

His headless corpse swayed, then heavily crashed to the ground.

“Boom—”

Three powerful auras suddenly broke through the air, and the three Elders of the Fan Family stood in mid-air. The leading grey-robed Elder roared, “Presumptuous! Who dares to be presumptuous in my Fan Family?!”

“Die for me!” The grey-robed Elder's hair and beard stood on end, and a quasi-Emperor's pressure erupted.

But when he clearly saw the character on the young man's shoulder, he suddenly froze as if struck by lightning.

The young man clapped his hands, casually stepped back half a pace, and softly said to the old man behind him, “Handle your own territory. If you can’t handle it…”

He meaningfully swept his gaze over the Fan Family members, “There are plenty of people willing to take over.”

When the white-haired old man slowly stepped forward, the three Elders of the Fan Family simultaneously retreated three steps.

The grey-robed Elder’s voice changed, “Hu Lao…Hu Lao?! Weren’t you with the National Lord…”

Hu Lao was the National Lord's Dao Protector when he was a child, a supreme expert who had protected the National Lord's Dao until now!

And the Fan Family had been kind to him!

The white-haired old man, known as Hu Lao, had a complex expression, opening his mouth as if to speak but then sighing, “This old man…may I plead for mercy?”

The young man remained silent, but his cold gaze said it all—

If the Fan Family were spared today, wouldn't anyone be able to scheme against my Young Master in the future?

Decency is a grace.

If you don't want to be decent, someone will help you be decent.

A trace of unbearable emotion flashed in Hu Lao's cloudy eyes, but it quickly returned to indifference.

He slowly unrolled a golden silk scroll, the dazzling national seal illuminating the entire courtyard: “The Fan Family has blasphemed imperial authority. Effective immediately, the entire Fan Family—”

The golden silk suddenly ignited with blood-red flames, and Hu Lao’s voice was like a death knell: “Executed to the last member.”

As his words fell, many powerful experts suddenly appeared above the Fan Family.

All were trusted retainers of the National Lord.

It was none other than: the monarch wills your death!

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