At the first sight of the Qing State Horse, Commandery Princess Lan Yue’s eyes filled with hope. To have soone—perhaps even a master—intervene at such a critical mont, in a place like this, was a thrilling prospect.
This hope stemd from the horse itself—a superior Qing State Horse. The owner of such a steed was bound to be a person of great wealth or status, both of which implied considerable strength, and likely, a large retinue.
But when Yang Chan appeared, his youthful face the only one to co into view, her hope turned to bitter disappointnt.
It wasn’t that she looked down on the young man before her, but she knew that the renowned young talents of Qing State were all older; none were as young as Yang Chan.
He was likely just the pampered scion of so family, useless to her, and probably about to die.
She couldn’t care less about a stranger’s death, but with him, her final flicker of hope was also extinguished.
Watching Nalan Hongbo strike, she knew there would soon be another body on the ground—the body of soone whose luck had just run out.
She sighed inwardly. She wanted to flee, but there was no way out.
It was a feeling of complete helplessness and despair.
Only when the two clashed did she realize how laughable her assumptions had been.
This was no pampered scion with no real ability, but a deeply hidden master.
His skill with hidden weapons was so incredible that even a master like Nalan Hongbo, who had reached External Refining of Iron Bone Perfection, couldn’t evade them. It was as if he had run straight into the projectiles himself.
She understood the implication of such an outco perfectly: the gap in their power was imnse.
Her royal father had once warned her to never underestimate a High Tier Martial Arts Cultivator, because the difference in power between each tier was a vast, almost insurmountable chasm.
Though startled by her own deduction, the fact remained. The man before her had to be an expert at the Inner Refining Grandmaster Level; otherwise, such a feat would be impossible.
She knew that an Inner Master’s ability to conceal their aura was beyond the perception of an ordinary person, but once they made a move, hints of their power could be sensed.
He looked young, but he had to be an Inner Master.
She watched as Yang Chan, after killing Nalan Hongbo, proceeded to slay Wulan Haochuan with cold decisiveness. There was no rcy, only swift annihilation.
Witnessing this, she felt her life was finally safe. After all, this man was from the Cyan Yuan Sect.
She had already recognized him. With her excellent mory, she naturally had an impression of everyone who attended the Pharmacist Exchange Conference.
While she had never interacted with Yang Chan, she knew who he was. She rembered all the participants of the conference, though her impressions were stronger for those with formidable Pharmacist Abilities and weaker for those who were rely average.
This was because she had been aiming for the top spot at the conference to win greater glory and more resources.
She just never expected things to go so horribly wrong in the end.
And so, upon seeing his face clearly now, she recognized him.
But Yang Chan’s next words sent another shock through her, for it was a possibility she had never even considered.
"You want to kill ?" Commandery Princess Lan Yue stared blankly at Yang Chan, her eyes filled with disbelief as she asked.
"Correct. It’s your misfortune to have run into ." Yang Chan nodded, wasting no more words. A Flying Needle appeared in his hand, ready to end Commandery Princess Lan Yue’s life.
To him, trouble was sothing to be eliminated.
"Wait! I know you’re a Pharmacist from the Cyan Yuan Sect. You went to White Jade City for the Pharmacist Assembly. You must have seen and know who I am." Hearing his confirmation and seeing him produce the Flying Needle, the color drained from Commandery Princess Lan Yue’s face as she spoke in a rush.
She thought she had escaped the wolf’s den, only to fall into the tiger’s maw. This man was the type to kill and silence soone at the slightest provocation.
"If you kill , you’ll leave a trail. The Six Gates will eventually investigate and find their way to you," Commandery Princess Lan Yue continued, terrified that the Flying Needle in his hand would shoot out at any second.
She had personally witnessed his Flying Needle kill Nalan Hongbo, a master at Bone Cultivation Perfection whose very skull had been tempered. He was far stronger than her. Her own bone tempering hadn’t even reached her skull yet; she had only refined her legs.
Against such a Flying Needle, she stood no chance of resisting. The Inner Armor she wore would be utterly useless.
"The fact that you recognize is all the more reason you can’t be allowed to live." Yang Chan hadn’t expected her to recognize him. He had been extrely low-key in White Jade City, blending into the crowd and trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. He never thought soone would have paid him any mind.
Since Commandery Princess Lan Yue knew his identity, leaving her alive was out of the question. It would be a future calamity.
While he hadn’t revealed the true extent of his cultivation, relying solely on hidden weapons, a person as worldly and knowledgeable as the Commandery Princess would surely be able to guess the truth.
If she lived, the secret of his cultivation level would beco a problem.
Furthermore, his involvent with the Jin ng Empire absolutely could not be exposed.
"Wait! I have a Martial Arts Cultivation Technique for breaking through to the Martial Saint Realm! With your talent, you must want to reach that realm!" she cried out. "The Cyan Yuan Sect has never produced a Martial Saint; they don’t have such a technique. To have achieved so much at your age, you must be aiming for the Martial Saint Realm!"
Seeing the killing intent in Yang Chan’s eyes intensify, Commandery Princess Lan Yue spoke quickly.
This was her last resort, a trump card to save her life. For a cultivation genius like Yang Chan, it was an offer he surely couldn’t refuse.
Besides, this Yang Chan was different from the people of the Jin ng Empire, and even different from those of the Court. Perhaps she could use his help to escape her own predicant.
In Yang Chan, she saw the possibility of creating a new identity for herself.
To reinvent herself, she would need the help of soone powerful, and the man before her was an excellent candidate.
Because now, she held a secret of his—one that could an life or death for him.
The matter of the Jin ng Empire’s envoy and Prince, as well as Yang Chan’s true cultivation—these were all secrets.
And for her, this was excellent leverage.
It was best for both sides to have leverage over the other.
"I am very interested in a Martial Saint technique," Yang Chan said, "but I hate trouble more. So, my apologies."
"Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you disappear so completely that no one will ever find you. You’ll even get the credit for killing the n from the Jin ng Empire."
A thought flickered in Yang Chan’s eyes before his gaze hardened with resolve as he laid out his plan.
The n from the Jin ng Empire were dead, and soone had to be the scapegoat. Commandery Princess Lan Yue was the perfect choice.
Commandery Princess Lan Yue clashed with the n from the Jin ng Empire over a border dispute. A fight broke out, and the princess, being the more skilled of the two parties, used hidden weapons to kill them before disappearing into hiding herself.
It was an excellent scenario. Yang Chan had painstakingly crafted it just for her the mont he decided to act.
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