89: Chapter 89 Taking an inch and then a mile, flirting and then running away.

"Princess, I don't mean to make things difficult for you."

"In your dreams!"

Chu Fengge shouted angrily, flames of fury flickering in her beautiful eyes.

"Princess, do not be anxious."

"I am merely borrowing them, not taking them for my own."

"Once I have fully comprehended these three dharma image diagrams, I will certainly return them to their original owner."

"How about it?"

A moment later, she suddenly chuckled, her red lips curving slightly.

"Fine!"

"This Princess will believe you once."

"However, if you dare to pull any tricks, this Princess will ensure you wish you were dead!"

With that, she waved her hand, and the three dharma image diagrams turned into streams of light, flying toward Gu Han.

Seeing this, Gu Han was overjoyed and reached out to catch the dharma image diagrams.

"Many thanks, Princess!"

Chu Fengge snorted coldly, her gaze sweeping over Gu Han as if trying to see right through him.

"Young Master, you had best not disappoint this Princess."

"Otherwise, this Princess will surely let you know the consequences of offending me!"

Gu Han, however, was completely unfazed, a confident smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Rest assured, Princess, I will certainly not disappoint you."

"However, Princess, I have one more favor to ask."

Hearing this, Chu Fengge's expression changed abruptly, a flash of anger crossing her beautiful eyes.

"What else do you want?"

Gu Han crossed his arms, his gaze sweeping over Chu Fengge, and spoke slowly.

"Princess, your collusion with the Blood God Cult and the Heavenly Secret Pavilion must be for some significant scheme."

"Though I am untalented, I believe I have some capabilities."

"If you do not mind, should you have any tasks in the future, I will certainly do my utmost."

"However, I also have a condition."

Chu Fengge narrowed her beautiful eyes, looking at Gu Han with a smile that didn't quite reach them.

"Oh?"

"What condition?"

A wicked smile tugged at the corners of Gu Han's mouth as his gaze lingered on Chu Fengge.

"If you wish to employ me, Princess, you must show sufficient sincerity."

"For example, the detailed intelligence on the Blood God Cult and the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, as well as the entire plan for what you are plotting."

Chu Fengge's expression shifted instantly, a hint of killing intent flashing in her beautiful eyes.

"You are courting death!"

She shouted angrily, her Aura erupting suddenly and sweeping toward Gu Han like a raging storm.

Gu Han, however, seemed prepared; he flashed aside, dodging the fatal blow like a ghost.

"Princess, do not be impulsive."

"You give me the intelligence and the plan, and I will work for you. How about that?"

Chu Fengge's expression was uncertain as she weighed the pros and cons in her heart.

This brat was so greedy; not only did he demand the dharma image diagrams, but he also wanted the intelligence and the plan.

If she really gave them to him, she feared she would be raising a tiger that would eventually turn on her.

But if she didn't, this brat would certainly push his luck and might even leak her secrets.

Just as she was hesitating, Gu Han suddenly spoke.

"Princess, I know what you are hesitating about."

"However, rest assured, Princess, I have no interest in what you are plotting."

"I merely wish to borrow your power to improve my own strength."

"Once my strength is sufficient, I will leave the Imperial City and will never disturb you again."

Hearing this, Chu Fengge's heart stirred.

This brat didn't seem to have any intention of staying in the Imperial City for long.

If it were truly as he said—that he only wanted to use her power to improve his strength—then it might not be unacceptable.

After all, this brat had impressive strength, and if he could be put to use, he would be a great asset.

"Fine!"

Seeing this, a smile tugged at the corners of Gu Han's mouth.

This Chu Fengge was quite clever, knowing to use intelligence and plans to trade for his loyalty.

However, how could he, Gu Han, be easily controlled by others?

He would naturally make good use of the intelligence and plans, but he would absolutely not act entirely according to Chu Fengge's wishes.

He, Gu Han, wanted to be the chess player, not the chess piece!

Just as he was contemplating this, he suddenly felt a powerful Aura approaching.

"Not good!"

His expression changed abruptly, and he inwardly cursed his luck.

This Aura was several times more powerful than Chu Fengge's!

The terrifying, approaching Aura had already torn through the night sky.

"Peak of the dharma image?"

His pupils contracted, and the heavenly prison chains within his body vibrated frantically, warning him.

The newcomer's cultivation far exceeded Chu Fengge's; they were at least an old monster who had touched the threshold of Nirvana.

"Does Young Master know fear now?"

Chu Fengge suddenly moved closer, her red lips almost brushing against his earlobe.

The scent of blood hidden within her faint fragrance instantly brought Gu Han to his senses; this woman was hiding three Soul-Eroding Needles in her sleeves.

"Slap!"

A crisp slapping sound echoed through the alley.

Gu Han gripped Chu Fengge's wrist with his left hand, while his right hand landed firmly on her round, perky buttocks.

The moment he felt the texture like congealed fat, a wave of warmth passed to Gu Han's large hand.

This sent a tingling sensation through Chu Fengge, who had never let any man touch her before.

"You!"

Chu Fengge's Phoenix eyes widened, and her embroidered shoes cracked the blue bricks into a spiderweb pattern.

Just as she was about to lash out, she saw Gu Han fly backward, utilizing the rebound force, his figure twisting strangely in mid-air three times.

"You little thief, how dare you!"

Chu Fengge's angry shout was wrapped in the cry of a Phoenix, her embroidered shoes shattering the ground as she pursued; the purple-gold bell in her sleeve transformed into nine fire Phoenixes, sealing off all directions.

But wherever Gu Han's Heavenly Prison Steps trod, they left burning Buddhist runes in the Void Realm, each step shattering the sharp claws of the fire Phoenixes.

"Princess, your buttocks feel quite nice."

"Princess, if you have any tasks, send someone to the Zhenwu Division to notify me."

Gu Han's wicked smile drifted away in the wind, his peripheral vision catching a flash of Sword Qi in the sky that tore through the clouds.

Before the Sword Qi even arrived, the bluestone ground peeled away layer by layer like tofu, revealing a hundred-zhang-deep Dragon vein rift below.

Chu Fengge suddenly stopped, her wide sleeves fluttering as she cast out twelve blood talismans.

The talismans formed a cage in the air, but not to target Gu Han; instead, they shielded herself within.

"An old monster at the Peak of the dharma image; pray for your own good fortune."

"Just you wait for this Princess."

"Teasing this Princess requires paying a price."

She sneered, calculation flashing in her beautiful eyes.

Gu Han's pupils contracted, and the heavenly prison chains within his body vibrated frantically.

The pressure carried within that Sword Qi actually caused fine cracks to appear on his Physical Body, and the Buddhist runes of his Great Sun Vajra Body flickered like a candle in the wind.

After taking seven steps with the Heavenly Prison Steps, the blue bricks behind him were reduced to powder; by the time the Sword Qi caught up, his figure had already appeared at the alley entrance like a ghost.

"You're chasing quite closely!"

He slashed back with several blade Auras.

The moment the Sword Qi cleaved through the screen of blade Auras, Gu Han's pupils contracted.

That was not a sword at all, but Sword Intent condensed into substance.

Wherever the Sword Intent passed, space tore like thin paper.

Gu Han utilized the rebound force to leap onto the rooftop.

"Old thing, here is a big gift for you!"

With a flick of his finger, three wisps of Heavenly Prison True Qi sank into the Dragon vein.

Instantly, the earth shook and the mountains swayed; a heaven-shaking Dragon roar erupted from the Dragon vein rift, and the old man's Sword Intent, struck by the Evil Qi of the Dragon vein, immediately dissipated by thirty percent.

"You brat, how dare you!"

By the time the Sword Intent condensed again, Gu Han had already vanished into the night.

He sped along the eaves, leaving three-inch-deep footprints on the blue tiles with every step.

The old man's angry roar came from behind, but he could never catch up to his strange footwork.

The aftermath of the Sword Intent exploded behind him.

Gu Han's boot soles slid three zhang along the blue tiles of the rooftop; before the sound of the tiles shattering could fade, he had already turned into the dark alley like a ghost.

The night watchman's lantern at the alley entrance happened to turn the corner, and Gu Han's figure melted into the shadows like ink in water.

"Swish."

A sound of breaking air swept over his head, and seven Soul-Eroding Needles pinned Gu Han's afterimage to the wall.

The blue bricks instantly corroded into pus, and a Phoenix pattern outlined in gold threads appeared within the rising poisonous mist.