76: Chapter 76 Prince or Princess?

White Lotus Sect!

These three words exploded in Chen Fan's mind like a thunderclap.

His body tensed up in an instant.

How could it be them?

How could there be a White Lotus Sect secret signal on this incredibly luxurious pleasure boat?

Chen Fan's heart sank instantly.

He had originally thought this was just an easy job accompanying young nobles on a sightseeing trip, getting paid to do a task, a win-win for everyone.

But now it seemed things were far from that simple.

Wherever this group of lunatics from the White Lotus Sect went, a bloody storm was bound to follow.

He subconsciously looked around. The other Martial Artists on the deck were still performing their duties; the river breeze blew, music and dance continued, and everything seemed normal.

No one had noticed this tiny mark hidden on the wooden post at the stern.

Chen Fan withdrew his hand calmly, though the sensation of the lotus carving still lingered on his fingertips.

He had to report this.

This matter was already beyond his ability to handle.

Reporting it was the most correct choice.

Chen Fan turned and walked quickly towards the main cabin.

Inside the main cabin, singing and dancing continued unabated, with lascivious music filling the air.

Hereditary Prince Zheng sat calmly in the main seat, his face without ripples, as if he had no interest in everything before him.

And that Eunuch Zheng was like a lifeless statue, standing with his hands hanging down behind Hereditary Prince Zheng, his half-closed old eyes occasionally flashing with a glint of sharpness.

Chen Fan pushed through the crowd, came to Eunuch Zheng's side, and lowered his voice.

"Eunuch, could we speak aside?"

Eunuch Zheng's murky eyes slowly turned to Chen Fan without a hint of emotional fluctuation.

He did not move, only asking indifferently in that shrill voice.

"What is it?"

"Something important." Chen Fan's reply was brief and solemn.

Eunuch Zheng then took another look at him, seemingly judging the truth of his words.

A moment later, he bowed slightly to Hereditary Prince Zheng, then followed Chen Fan to a quiet corner outside the main cabin.

"Speak."

"I found this on the mooring post at the stern." Chen Fan reached out and used his fingertip to quickly draw the shape of a lotus flower on his palm.

Eunuch Zheng's breathing stalled for a split second.

His old face, which always wore a fake smile, instantly darkened, and the surrounding air seemed to grow several degrees colder.

"White Lotus evildoers?"

"It's highly likely." Chen Fan nodded.

Eunuch Zheng did not speak again, just narrowed his old eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

An invisible, heart-palpitating pressure emanated from his thin, withered body.

Standing beside him, Chen Fan felt even breathing was somewhat difficult.

After a long while.

Eunuch Zheng suddenly scoffed, the laughter filled with disdain and contempt.

"A bunch of things that don't know life from death, daring to act presumptuously in front of me."

He turned his head and looked at Chen Fan.

"I know of this matter now."

"You have done well."

"Go, tell your people to stay alert. I want to see what tricks these hiding rats can pull."

Chen Fan bowed to accept the order and turned to leave.

He returned to the deck and relayed Eunuch Zheng's orders to several acquainted School Disciples.

Soon, the entire defensive force on the "Yanshui Ballad" entered a state of alert that was relaxed on the outside but tight on the inside.

Time passed minute by minute.

The wind in the middle of the river grew stronger.

The singing and dancing in the main cabin had stopped at some point.

A group of women dressed in red, holding long swords, filed in.

"Hereditary Prince, this is our Yanshui Ballad's most famous sword dance, titled 'Startled Goose'." The ship's manager introduced with a face full of smiles.

The music started again.

This time, the music was no longer lascivious, but had a bit more of the clanging, martial spirit of battle.

The women in red danced gracefully to the music.

The sword light flickered like a swimming Dragon, tracing brilliant trajectories under the lamplight.

It was indeed beautiful.

But to Chen Fan, hidden within this sword light was a faint, almost imperceptible killing intent.

His attention was highly focused, sweeping over every woman dancing with a sword.

Suddenly, his gaze fixed on one of the women.

That woman had a graceful figure, and her swordsmanship was the most superb among them all.

But what attracted Chen Fan was not her swordsmanship, but a kind of... indescribable sense of familiarity.

It seemed he had seen her somewhere before.

But her face was clearly covered by a thin red veil, making it impossible to see clearly.

Chen Fan's mind was racing.

Just then!

A sudden change occurred!

The woman in red who felt familiar to Chen Fan suddenly paused.

The next moment, a massive burst of Qi erupted from her body!

The long sword in her hand let out a clear hum, its tip pointing directly at Hereditary Prince Zheng in the main seat!

"Princess Jingping, pay with your life!"

A clear, sharp cry rang out like a thunderclap, echoing throughout the main cabin!

Everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events.

What shocked them even more was the title the woman used.

Princess Jingping?

Weren't they escorting Hereditary Prince Zheng? How could it be a Princess?

There was no time to think.

The few Martial Artists closest to her had already roared and pounced forward.

"Audacious evildoer!"

"Protect the royal!"

However, the red-clothed woman's strength far exceeded everyone's imagination.

She flicked her wrist, and the sword light turned into a brilliant curtain of swords.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

With a few muffled sounds, those 8th Grade Martial Artists who had rushed up didn't even touch the corner of her clothes before they were vomiting blood and flying backward.

Powerful!

Chen Fan's pupils constricted.

He also moved, pushing his Dragon movement technique to the limit, turning into an afterimage as he attacked the woman's flank.

In the blink of an eye, the two crossed paths.

Chen Fan finally saw clearly beneath the red veil, a face that was so familiar and so stunningly beautiful.

Su Xin!

White Lotus Sect Saintess, Su Xin!

What made Chen Fan's heart jump even more was that the aura erupting from Su Xin at this moment had actually reached the level of a 6th Grade Martial Artist!

This evildoer had made another Breakthrough!

At the critical moment, a thin, withered figure appeared ghost-like in front of Su Xin.

It was Eunuch Zheng.

He only extended two fingers and easily clamped onto Su Xin's unstoppable sword blade.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound.

Su Xin's full-force strike was blocked just like that, light as a cloud and calm as the wind.

And that "Hereditary Prince Zheng" who had always been protected behind them now slowly stood up.

She looked at Su Xin, who was being restrained by Eunuch Zheng, and on that exquisitely unreal face, there was not a hint of panic.

Her lips even curled into a peculiar arc.

A clear, melodious voice rang out clearly within the chaotic main cabin.

"Imperial elder sister, we meet again."