88: Chapter 88: Fearing the powerful warlord, two beauties trembled; the sword immortal of Zhenbei Prefecture embraced four beauties.

Outside the Imperial Palace.

Ye Xiu had just walked out of the towering palace gates and was preparing to stretch his muscles.

An extremely luxurious carriage made of agarwood, drawn by four pure-blooded exotic beasts, stopped silently before him.

Beside the carriage, an old steward whose cultivation had reached the Heavenly Human Realm stepped forward respectfully, bowed deeply to Ye Xiu, his attitude humble to the extreme.

"This humble one pays respects to Cult Leader Ye."

Ye Xiu stopped, his gold and silver heterochromatic eyes narrowing slightly as he glanced at the ostentatious carriage: "Who is your master?"

"In reply to Cult Leader Ye," the old steward lowered his voice, his face filled with a fawning smile:

"My master is His Highness, Prince Zhenbei."

"The Prince heard that you, Cult Leader, suffered slight from Your Majesty in the palace today, and he is extremely indignant on your behalf.

The Prince often says that a True Immortal figure like you, who rids the world of demons and possesses such romantic pride, should be treated with honor.

Instead, the Imperial family does not treat you as a national scholar, but rather tries to constrain you with worldly rules; it is simply blind!"

As the old steward spoke, he secretly handed over a gold-stamped invitation.

"The Prince has prepared peerless swords, the strongest wine, and newly acquired peerless beauties at the manor. He wishes to invite you, Cult Leader, to the manor for a talk to discuss... 'a truly major matter.'

I wonder if you, Cult Leader, would be willing to grace us with your presence?"

"Oh?"

Ye Xiu looked at the gold-stamped invitation before him, stunned for a moment.

Then, an extremely strange and wicked smile slowly bloomed at the corners of his mouth.

"Interesting, very interesting."

Ye Xiu laughed heartily, grabbed the gold-stamped invitation, and patted the old steward on the shoulder with great flair.

"Since your Prince is so sincere, having even prepared wine and beauties for me."

"Lead the way! Tonight, this Sect Leader shall go to your Prince's manor... and have a proper 'drink'!"

The night was like ink, and the streets of Yankang Capital were already under curfew. Only the long street where the Prince of Zhenbeis Manor was located was brightly lit, as if it were day.

The agarwood carriage, drawn by four pure-blooded exotic beasts, stopped slowly in front of the vermilion-lacquered gate of the manor, which was three zhang high and covered in red gold copper studs.

Ye Xiu lifted the precious shark-silk carriage curtain and stepped off the carriage, treading on the white marble steps.

He looked up, his gold and silver heterochromatic eyes narrowing slightly as he scrutinized the massive mansion, whose grandeur even faintly overstepped the Imperial authority.

The air was filled with an extremely oppressive, chilling aura that made one's Divine Soul tremble.

In the shadows of the entire manor, one could only guess how many death warriors of the Divine Treasury Realm and even the Heavenly Human Realm were lurking.

"Worthy of being the greatest tumor of Yankang Kingdom; this display is something even the old Emperor's Imperial study cannot compare to."

Ye Xiu sneered, casually lifted the wine gourd at his waist, and strode in with an arrogant, unbothered gait.

He swaggered into this Prince of Zhenbeis Manor, which could be called a dragon's pool and a tiger's den.

Passing through layers of corridors, the old steward respectfully led Ye Xiu to the "Cangfeng Pavilion" in the deepest part of the manor.

This was an extremely luxurious white jade hall, where priceless Dragon Saliva Incense was burning.

Night pearls were hung all around, illuminating the hall to the finest detail.

The moment Ye Xiu stepped into the hall, his gaze instantly locked onto the man sitting in the main seat.

Prince Zhenbei, Ling Yinfeng.

He was wearing a black four-clawed python robe, his face gaunt but exuding an indescribable sinister and domineering air.

Even though he was just casually holding a luminous cup, the aura of an overlord—accustomed to being in a high position and deciding life and death—that radiated from him was enough to make ordinary Martial Artists' legs go weak and force them to kneel and beg for mercy.

On the couches to the left and right below Prince Zhenbei sat two peerless beauties that made Ye Xiu's eyes flicker.

They were none other than the Palace Master of Liqing, Qiu Dieyi, and the Dragon-taming Young Lord, Long Jiaonan, who had been "invited" by the manor's men a step ahead of him!

However, at this moment, these two peerless beauties—who were usually one as cold as an iceberg and the other as charming as a demoness—were in a very strange state.

They sat straight, one could even say stiffly.

Under Qiu Dieyi's snow-white flowing cloud dress, her delicate body was trembling uncontrollably with an extremely minute amplitude.

Her slender hands gripping the white jade wine cup were white at the knuckles from the force, and even the surface of the wine was rippling slightly.

Long Jiaonan was even worse off. This demoness, who was usually daring enough to play with poisonous snakes as pets, now had a layer of fine cold sweat seeping from her luscious, beautiful face.

Her waist, which was usually full of provocative and restless charm, was now pressed tightly against the back of the chair, and she dared not even take a deep breath.

Because they recognized the man in the main seat!

Others might not know, but as women who once commanded the winds and clouds in the Jianghu and had even participated in the ambush at Tianyin Pass, they were as clear as a mirror in their hearts.

The seemingly refined Prince Zhenbei before them was the ultimate mastermind from the original tales of herding gods who stirred up chaos in the world and manipulated everything from behind the scenes!

"Hus... Husband..."

Seeing Ye Xiu swagger in, intense survival instinct and worry erupted simultaneously in the beautiful eyes of Qiu Dieyi and Long Jiaonan.

But they were locked down tightly by Prince Zhenbei's Qi and dared not warn him loudly, so they could only call out in extremely faint, trembling voices.

"Hahaha! With Cult Leader Ye's arrival, my Cangfeng Pavilion is truly honored!"

Prince Zhenbei, Ling Yinfeng, laughed loudly and actually stood up himself, coming down from the main seat to welcome him.

He lowered his posture significantly, as if he were truly welcoming a close friend he hadn't seen in years.

"You are too polite, Prince."

Ye Xiu seemed not to have noticed the abnormality in the hall at all, nor did he understand the desperate signals in the two women's eyes.

He walked arrogantly to the main guest seat on the left side of the hall, shook his robe, and sat down in a commanding manner.

"I heard that you, Prince, have not only prepared peerless swords, the strongest wine, and beauties for me?"

Ye Xiu slammed his wine gourd onto the purple sandalwood table and a wicked, wild smile curled at the corner of his mouth:

"I am not lacking in swords or wine, but as for these beauties...

This Sect Leader has always been like Han Xin leading troops—the more, the better. I wonder how great your sincerity is, Prince?"

Seeing Ye Xiu's arrogant, greedy, and lust-blinded appearance, Long Jiaonan and Qiu Dieyi were so anxious that tears were about to fall.

However, when Prince Zhenbei heard Ye Xiu's explicit words, he was not angry; instead, a flash of extreme satisfaction flickered in the depths of his eyes.

He didn't fear arrogance, nor did he fear greed; he only feared someone with no desires! As long as there was a weakness, he, Ling Yinfeng, could firmly hold it in his palm!

"Cult Leader Ye is truly a man of character! What I admire most is a true hero like you who regards worldly rules as nothing!"

Prince Zhenbei clapped his hands and laughed:

"The old Emperor does not know how to appreciate your romantic pride, Cult Leader, and actually attempted to tie you in the palace with a mere Seventh Princess; it is simply a waste of heavenly treasures!

Today, I will let you, Cult Leader, see what true peerless beauty is!"

"Clap! Clap!" With Prince Zhenbei's two crisp claps.

The light gauze curtains in the depths of the hall slowly opened.

A burst of extremely crisp, soul-stirring silver bell sounds, accompanied by an extremely rich and exotic Western Regions fragrance, surged into the hall like a tidal wave.

Two tall, exotic girls with identical appearances walked slowly into the hall, barefoot with snow-white feet, stepping in alluring dance steps.

"Hiss—" Even Ye Xiu, who was used to peerless beauties, couldn't help but secretly marvel in his heart at the extent to which this Prince Zhenbei was going to pay a heavy price the moment he saw the twins clearly.

These twin Hu Girls had extremely enchanting and deep features, with the high noses, deep-set eyes, and azure blue eyes unique to women of the Western Regions.

The most lethal part was their attire, which could only be described as "shocking to the world"!

They wore only a few wisps of almost transparent ice-blue thin gauze, their snow-white, supple skin appearing and disappearing under the light of the night pearls.

Their heart-stopping, proud, and ample bosoms were barely covered by a few pure gold chains inlaid with rubies.

Around their waists, which could be grasped in a single handful, hung strings of delicate silver bells, emitting "jingle-jangle" decadent sounds as they swayed in their dance.

Their long, straight legs were wantonly displayed through the slits in the thin gauze.

That top-tier seductive charm, emanating from their very bones and trained specifically to please men, was enough to make ninety-nine percent of the men in this world instantly flush with blood and lose all reason.

"Cult Leader Ye, this pair of twin flowers are royal tributes from a certain kingdom in the Western Regions. The older sister is called Yilan, and the younger sister is called Manto."

Prince Zhenbei watched Ye Xiu's unscrupulous gaze as he sized up the twins, the smile at the corners of his mouth deepening:

"They have been Cultivating the Western Regions' Extreme Joy Harmony Art since childhood. Not only are their bodies delicate and soft, but they are also excellent cauldrons for Dual Cultivation.

I have always been reluctant to enjoy them myself, but today, I gift them to you, Cult Leader, to complete your reputation as the romantic 'Wine Sword Immortal'!"