12: Chapter 12 Head-to-Head

Purple Bamboo Peak.

The entrance to the main hall.

At the summit of Purple Bamboo Peak, clouds and mist swirled around.

The grand hall doors stood tall upon the jade-paved square; the doors were tightly shut, exuding an air of solemnity and majesty.

On several massive purple jade pillars in front of the hall, profound runes were carved, with a faint glimmer of light flowing through them.

Dressed in a pristine, flawless white dress with her golden hair cascading like a waterfall over her shoulders, Tu Shan Xiaoxiao had already been waiting here for a long time.

The self-inflicted wound on her thigh had been treated excellently; the Recovery Pill was truly a Saint Grade healing medicine, leaving not even a trace of a scar, and her skin was as smooth as ever.

Tu Shan Xiaoxiao lightly smoothed her sleek skirt with one hand while her other hand was slightly folded in front of her, appearing calm and elegant.

But her slightly pursed lips and tense jawline betrayed the anxiety in her heart.

Chen Zilong and Ye Xishui descended slowly from the sky hand-in-hand like an immortal couple, landing steadily at the entrance of the hall.

“Senior Brother!”

A bright, spring-like smile instantly bloomed on Tu Shan Xiaoxiao's originally cold face, and her voice was crisp and sweet as she greeted Chen Zilong enthusiastically.

Chen Zilong also returned a gentle smile.

However, that bright smile completely froze and vanished the moment she turned toward Ye Xishui.

The gaze from Tu Shan Xiaoxiao's beautiful golden eyes was like poisoned ice needles, viciously and blatantly digging into Ye Xishui, her eyes filled with contempt and gnashing hatred.

“It's this little slut who was in bed with her own Senior Brother last night...”

“You bitch, do you think that because you've been intimate with Senior Brother, you're now his wife?”

“No! You're just a plaything on Senior Brother's bed.”

“Only that eunuch Ye Wushuang is where you belong!”

Tu Shan Xiaoxiao cursed viciously in her heart.

Ye Xishui was incredibly sharp and immediately sensed that malicious gaze.

Her hand holding Chen Zilong's tightened instinctively as she straightened her graceful swan-like neck and met Tu Shan Xiaoxiao's provocative gaze without backing down, her Liu Mei furrowed slightly and her eyes cold as frost.

“Dead girl! Stinking bitch! Little green tea!”

“You and that dog of a man Ye Wushuang should stay tied together forever!”

“A bitch and a dog, a match made for eternity!”

Ye Xishui launched a similarly merciless counterattack in her heart.

The gazes of the two collided fiercely in mid-air, as if invisible electric sparks were crackling in the atmosphere.

Even a mosquito that strayed into the area seemed to stiffen and fall under the silent clash of killing intent.

Chen Zilong looked left and right, completely bewildered, his face showing obvious confusion.

He thought to himself:

Was the relationship between the Eldest Senior Sister and the Junior Sister this bad in the original novel?

Aren't these two the famous 'sisters bowl' set for the child of destiny?

I remember the two of them getting along quite harmoniously in the original novel; they were even willing to serve one husband together later on.

In the Late Stage, they were even happy to share a husband with multiple women...

Tu Shan Xiaoxiao acted boldly and aggressively; seeing Ye Xishui clinging to one of Chen Zilong's arms, she immediately pressed herself against him, refusing to be outdone.

Her slender arms also tightly hugged Chen Zilong's other arm, her full breasts faintly pressing against his arm.

Yet her face still wore an innocent and sweet smile, as if it were just an ordinary display of sibling affection.

Ye Xishui was instantly infuriated by her actions, her eyes turning even colder, and she was about to speak up and rebuke her when she was interrupted by Chen Zilong at the right moment:

“You two, settle down for a moment,”

Chen Zilong sighed helplessly, his tone carrying a reminder, “This is the entrance to Revered Master's main hall.”

Hearing Chen Zilong's persuasion, the two women finally fell silent for the time being.

But neither had any intention of loosening their grip on Chen Zilong's arms, still flanking him on either side, neither willing to yield a single step.

Chen Zilong took a deep breath, suppressed the helplessness in his heart, and adjusted his expression.

With a slight effort, he led his two 'pendants' as he slowly stepped into the grand and quiet hall.

The interior space of the entire hall was extremely vast, with a high ceiling and a floor as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the star murals on the dome.

A few thin wisps of Spiritual Qi with a faint purple glow drifted through the hall like light gauze.

At this moment, Liu Mei was sitting cross-legged on a warm, flawless white jade bed deep within the hall.

She wore a well-tailored purple Flowing Immortal dress; the fabric was luxurious with a restrained luster, perfectly outlining the most exquisite curves of a woman.

Her graceful and slender figure, wrapped in the skirt, possessed both the fullness of a mature woman and the ethereal air of a Fairy.

It brought out her unique, time-honed mature charm to the fullest; every gesture was filled with silent allure.

Liu Mei's eyebrows were like distant mountains, and her skin was whiter than snow; words like 'breathtaking' or 'world-toppling beauty' seemed pale and weak when facing her.

Her beauty seemed to gather the essence of heaven and earth; any so-called peerless beauty would only serve as a dim foil in her presence.

Her ink-black hair was like the finest satin, smooth and supple, cascading straight down to her waist, making her look like a Fairy descended from the Nine Heavens moon palace, carrying a sense of sacredness and distance that forbade desecration.

She was currently holding an elegant orchid finger gesture, her eyes closed in concentration.

A faint rosy glow swirled around her like a misty vapor, enveloping her figure in a hazy and sacred aura, adding to her mystery and lofty nature.

The moment Chen Zilong stepped over the threshold, his gaze was firmly captured by Liu Mei in the distance.

He didn't even dare to blink, for fear of missing even a tiny bit of the beautiful scenery before him; it was as if a single blink would be a desecration of this heart-stopping beauty.

He held his breath, his heart racing uncontrollably.

Ye Xishui and Tu Shan Xiaoxiao also instinctively looked at Chen Zilong, and when they caught the unmistakable look of amazement and distraction in his eyes, a surge of indescribable bitterness and jealousy rose in their hearts.

The two women had always been extremely confident in their own looks and figures, considering themselves peerless beauties of the mortal world.

However, once standing before their Revered Master, Liu Mei, that confidence vanished as quickly as snow under the sun.

For even they were awestruck at this moment by Liu Mei's transcendent beauty that didn't seem to belong to the mortal world, feeling a suffocating pressure as if their very breath had stopped.

All three quickly composed themselves, not daring to be negligent, and stepped forward a few paces to say in unison:

“Your Disciples pay respects to Revered Master!”

Their voices echoed in the hall, filled with respect.