61: Chapter 61 So That's Just His Nature

That bone-chilling killing intent pierced through Zhang Shan's body and locked onto Chen Fan.

Su Xin froze completely.

She had imagined countless possibilities for their reunion.

Chen Jinzhong's repentance, his explanations, or even a sneak attack.

But she never expected that this man would so decisively push another person in front of him and then take a step back.

The movement was smooth and natural, without a hint of guilt.

As if he were just kicking away a stone blocking his path on the roadside.

What was this?

Humiliation?

No, this was worse than humiliation.

This was complete and utter disregard.

Su Xin's chest rose and fell violently, her world-toppling face covered in a layer of terrifying frost.

However, in the next moment, that extreme chill suddenly dissipated.

She smiled.

Like a frozen lake blooming with its first ripple in the spring breeze.

In an instant, the mess in the room seemed to become a mere backdrop for her peerless elegance.

Her skin was whiter than snow, her black hair flowed like a waterfall, and as her Phoenix eyes shifted, a natural charm emanated, yet it carried the cold purity unique to a Saintess.

Two completely different temperaments fused perfectly within her, creating a lethal attraction.

"Chen Jinzhong."

Her red lips parted slightly; there was no angry shouting, no interrogation.

"The gates of the Holy Sect are always open for you."

"As long as you turn back now, I can act as if nothing ever happened."

She ignored Zhang Shan, who stood before her with his sword raised in a defensive stance, her watery eyes fixed only on Chen Fan.

Within them was a heartbreaking pity, as if she were looking at a lost lamb.

Chen Fan sneered.

Even at this point, she was still acting.

This enchantress's level was indeed high.

"I am a man with a family."

Chen Fan's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly drowned out the chaotic noise coming from downstairs.

"Enchantress, stop speaking such wanton words here to bewitch people's hearts."

He looked Su Xin up and down, then glanced around the luxurious yet decadent room.

"No wonder you always like to hide in places like this brothel."

"It turns out this is just your true nature."

The air went deathly silent for a moment.

The smile on Su Xin's face that could captivate all living beings cracked bit by bit.

A flush of blood spread from her snow-white neck to her ears at a visible speed, and finally, with a bang, her entire face turned red.

It wasn't shyness.

It was blood rushing to her head from rage! Commonly known as... redlining.

"You... are... seeking... death!"

Each word was squeezed out from between her teeth.

The killing intent she had just restrained erupted like a volcano, ten times more violent than before!

*Clang!*

A clear, sharp ring of a sword.

Su Xin moved.

Without any fancy movements, her white dress fluttered as she turned into an afterimage, the Soft Sword in her hand like a venomous snake, stabbing directly at Chen Fan's throat!

She wanted to kill him!

Right now! Immediately!

"Enchantress, do not be so insolent!"

Zhang Shan roared and stepped forward.

The youth's posture was like a pine tree, the long sword in his hand striking second but arriving first, blocking in front of Chen Fan with absolute precision.

*Ding!*

The sound of clashing metal pierced the eardrums.

A powerful surge of energy exploded outwards, centered on the two of them!

The tables, chairs, and screens in the room were instantly torn into countless fragments, wood chips flying everywhere.

Zhang Shan let out a muffled groan and took half a step back, his foot stomping a shallow pit into the floor.

Su Xin was also knocked back, landing lightly on the windowsill. Her posture wasn't the least bit disheveled, but the fury in her eyes was almost tangible.

Both were Rank Seven Martial Artists.

Both were Martial Arts Geniuses.

This strike actually resulted in a draw!

"Your opponent is me!"

Zhang Shan pointed his long sword diagonally, the youth's sharp edge charging forward.

Su Xin didn't even look at him; her fiery eyes remained fixed on Chen Fan.

Chen Fan had already retreated to a safe position by the door.

Looking at the room turned upside down by the aftershocks of their exchange, he marveled inwardly.

Is this what a battle between Geniuses looks like?

They're so efficient at wrecking the place.

He didn't want to be killed by Su Xin.

Otherwise, if he really reincarnated as a woman, he wouldn't know what to do.

Would he touch himself in the middle of the night?

That would be way too indecent.

"Kill!"

Su Xin let out another shriek, her figure flickering. Her sword light was like spilled mercury, bypassing Zhang Shan to attack Chen Fan again!

Today, she must kill Chen Jinzhong!

Zhang Shan's brow furrowed, his footwork changing as he followed her like a shadow. His sword style unfolded like a great net, enveloping all of Su Xin's attacks.

*Clang clang clang!*

The dense sounds of clashing weapons merged into one in the cramped space.

In an instant, they exchanged dozens of moves.

Sword Qi crisscrossed, and fierce winds radiated outward.

The entire Yihong Brothel trembled under this power, hideous cracks appearing on the walls and tiles falling from the roof.

Downstairs, the screams and cries turned into a mess.

The battle fell into a stalemate.

Chen Fan watched the two fighting, his mind racing.

He couldn't let this drag on.

The commotion was too big; it would soon attract experts from the Prince's Mansion and the Righteous Alliance.

When that happened, it would be uncertain whether he could even get a glimpse of that secret manual.

Chasing Su Xin was, for Chen Fan, both a matter of personal grudge and curiosity about the Imperial Secret Scripture.

The secrets of Immortal Ascension were highly praised even by the Martial Forest Alliance Leader; they must be extraordinary!

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated.

"Su Xin!"

Chen Fan channeled his Internal Energy and let out a loud shout.

"Hand over the Imperial Secret Scripture, and I will spare your life today!"

His voice pierced through the intense sounds of the fight.

Su Xin, who was locked in combat with Zhang Shan, showed a microscopic pause in her movements.

Her gaze was cold as ten-thousand-year-old ice, and she did not respond.

Instead, her sword strikes became even more ruthless and frenzied!

She would rather die than let this traitor who betrayed her succeed!

Chen Fan wasn't surprised by her determined look.

He just quietly watched the battle between the two.

Zhang Shan's swordsmanship was upright and grand, full of Daoist flavor.

Su Xin's swordsmanship was eerie and ever-changing, agile and ruthless, every move aimed at vital points.

They went back and forth, locked in a difficult struggle.

Chen Fan's brain was working at high speed.

He was looking for an opportunity.

An opportunity to win in a single blow.

Su Xin was strong, but she was currently blinded by rage, her every attack carrying a sense of reckless madness.

Madness made it easy for flaws to appear.

Suddenly.

Chen Fan's gaze froze.

During a extremely dangerous exchange, Su Xin leaned back to the limit to avoid a sword thrust from Zhang Shan aimed at her face.

Her white dress was sliced open by the sharp sword wind.

Right in the lining of her left waist, a hard object wrapped in oilcloth with the outline of a book was exposed for a brief moment.