The mont the superstar An Jinan entered her hotel room, she finally lost control. She grabbed and threw whatever she could get her hands on, screaming a storm of obscenities as she vented her fury. If her fans had seen her then, they would have been utterly shocked. Her assistant, however, was used to it. An Jinan was rich; she could just pay for whatever she broke.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!
Soone was at the door.
An Jinan assud it was hotel staff. Without a second thought, she spun around and roared, "Didn't I say no disturbances? Are you all fucking morons? Get the hell out!"
The knocking stopped, but a few seconds later, it started again, this ti much louder.
"Fuck! How annoying..." An Jinan's rage intensified. Her assistant, equally irritated, threw open the door, ready to chew soone out. "Ah, Young Master Xiang! What are you doing here?"
An Jinan's shouting ceased instantly. She quickly plastered a fawning smile on her face and hurried forward. "I'm so sorry! I had no idea it was you... You could have just called , heh heh..."
Xiang Jinhong strode in, his face grim, causing An Jinan and her assistant to tremble in fear.
Xiang Jinhong might have been humiliated in the past—reduced to a sobbing ss by Lin Tang's acupuncture techniques, berated like a dog by Zhuo Renxiang, and relegated to a re bystander with no right to speak at Xiao Xuanye's ceremony for his adopted daughter. But in An Jinan's world, he was a powerful man she could not afford to offend. At least, not before she married Long Tianji. He had a hundred ways to make her life a living hell.
"Getting bold, are we? You dare to curse at now?" Xiang Jinhong raised his hand to slap her.
An Jinan didn't dare to move, instead obediently presenting her cheek.
No, I still need this face of hers to win over King Long Tianji... Xiang Jinhong thought, feeling a pang of reluctance. Instead, he slapped the assistant, sending her reeling. Tears welled in the assistant's eyes, but she still had to thank him.
"So," Xiang Jinhong said nonchalantly, "why the temper tantrum?"
Only then did An Jinan allow an aggrieved expression to surface, and she began to complain coquettishly.
"Oh? So re riffraff dares to be so arrogant?" Xiang Jinhong's temper flared. Loving any opportunity to show off his power, he imdiately made a call. "Find that little punk!"
He had expected it to take so ti, but to his surprise, he got the results almost imdiately.
"Good. An Jinan, I'll personally avenge you. Just rember who you have to thank for this!" Xiang Jinhong set off at once, taking her assistant with him. An Jinan herself was too famous to tag along; she would be recognized instantly.
In the blink of an eye, Xiang Jinhong and his entourage arrived at Lin Tang's location.
"It's you? My dearest ex-broth—pah! Lin Tang, you piece of trash! I let you off last ti on account of Master Zhuo, but this ti I'll show you how I deal—"
The last word died in his throat as his eyes fell on the scene behind Lin Tang. A group of n were lying haphazardly on the ground. It was Si Guoyuan and his n from the dical Immortal Sect. Their faces were turning black and blue, so convulsing while others frothed at the mouth. A chorus of groans, wails, and pleas for rcy filled the air. They were a miserable sight.
anwhile, Lin Tang was inspecting the gifts they had brought, practically drooling as he sorted through them. "Heh heh, this one is good... Ooh, this one isn't bad either!"
As mbers of the dical Immortal Sect, their collection was naturally full of premium dicinal herbs. Lin Tang was more than happy to accept it all.
Si Guoyuan, however, still had so spine. Though deeply poisoned and in excruciating pain, he snarled through clenched teeth, "Don't think you can look down on the entire dical Immortal Sect just because your poison skills are superior to mine! You even dare to touch the tribute for King Long Tianji! You're dead! You are so dead!"
"King Long Tianji's things? They're mine. All of them!" Lin Tang stomped on Si Guoyuan's face, producing a sickening crack. Then he turned. "Well now, if it isn't Xiang... Xiang-sothing, wasn't it? What can I do for you?"
He grinned as he walked toward Xiang Jinhong.
Xiang Jinhong was speechless. He swallowed hard, suddenly rembering that even if Lin Tang's martial arts were gone, his dical and poison skills were still very much intact.
"Oh, uh, nothing! Just ca to say hello, heh heh heh..."
An Jinan's assistant, though surprised that Lin Tang had single-handedly taken down Si Guoyuan's group, dismissed them as a disorganized mob. Young Master Xiang's followers were a different story—they were all elites, and there were more of them. What was there to fear? Failing to read the room, she blurted out, "Young Master Xiang, weren't you going to teach this little punk a lesson..."
"You stupid bitch! What the hell are you talking about?" Xiang Jinhong, enraged, kicked the assistant, sending her sprawling.
"Oh, so you're here to stand up for the big celebrity," Lin Tang said, a look of dawning comprehension on his face.
"No, no, no! That's not it! I was used as a pawn! I didn't know what was going on! I was wrong, please, spare !" Xiang Jinhong dropped to his knees pathetically.
His assistant was so stunned she forgot to even scream.
Monts later, at Xiang Jinhong's enthusiastic invitation, Lin Tang reluctantly arrived at the hotel.
THUMP!
An Jinan fell to her knees at his feet, tears streaming down her cheeks in a truly pitiful display. She kowtowed, served him tea, and looked at him with an expression of profound sincerity. "Mr. Lin, please forgive ," she sobbed.
As expected of a movie star, her control over her expression was impeccable, even while crying. Her makeup was sared and tears stread down her face, yet her cheeks remained smooth, the lines of her face perfectly composed. Internally, however, she was twisted with rage.
Aaargh, just you wait! The mont I beco Mrs. Long, I will have my revenge on every last one of you!
She endured the humiliation, secretly vowing her revenge. But Lin Tang's perception was sharp. He easily caught the flicker of vicious resentnt hidden in her eyes. He sneered and tossed a vial on the ground—the sa face-disfiguring poison he'd confiscated from Zhuo Renxiang. "Sar that on your face, and I'll let this go."
"What?" An Jinan didn't know what it was, but she could guess it was nothing good. Growing more frantic, she clung to Lin Tang's leg and began pleading sweetly again, only to find him completely unmoved. The man was heartless.
Is he even a man? she wondered in despair.
Xiang Jinhong forced a smile. "Ex-Bro... oh, no, Brother Lin! Please, do it for King Long Tianji's sake. This woman is to be presented to him, by his specific request. Her face really can't be ruined, or else the King will be most displeased."
"Is that so?" Lin Tang said with a half-smile. "King Long Tianji really requested her by na?"
"Of course! I might dare to lie to you, but I wouldn't dare use King Long Tianji's na in vain," Xiang Jinhong insisted, puffing out his chest. He then gave Lin Tang a wink, his expression one of mutual, masculine understanding. "She's a celebrity adored by millions, after all. More fun to play with, you know? And King Long Tianji happens to have a taste for that sort of thing."
"Oh—" Lin Tang drawled, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Fine," he 'yielded'. "I'll give King Long Tianji so face."
He even spoke to An Jinan in a gentle tone, a stark contrast to his earlier cold severity.
Seeing this, An Jinan grew even more desperate to beco Long Tianji's bride. Then she would have her revenge—her terrible revenge.
「Back at the posthouse.」
Xiao Xuanye and Guo Jufeng, who should have been recuperating, were instead hard at work. They were ticulously sifting through massive stacks of profiles and photos spread across a table.
"This one's no good."
"This one's not right either."
"Hmm, this one has potential. We'll keep her in mind."
"Old Guo, what do you think of this one?"
Say what you will, Central Earth was a vast land teeming with remarkable people. Every woman in the pile of profiles was a beauty in her own right. While Shen Youling and Ning Yuexi were undoubtedly in a class of their own, a few of these candidates could rival them in looks alone. In terms of temperant, however, no one ca close to surpassing them.
That was to be expected. Shen Youling and Ning Yuexi both possessed special constitutions that allowed them to cultivate. Ordinary mortals inherently lacked that certain transcendent quality.
Besides, how should one put it? n, especially suprely powerful ones like Long Tianji, were often fickle. No matter how beautiful a woman was, he would likely tire of her quickly. This was the main reason Xiao Xuanye and the others were helping him "select consorts"—they needed to surround Long Tianji with a variety of unique beauties to keep him tethered, preventing him from being poached by foreign powers. Relying on Shen Youling, Ning Yuexi, and Wei Zichu—who was rely an afterthought—was nowhere near enough.
Just as the two of them finished compiling a shortlist and were about to send it to the elders in the capital for a final decision, Zhao Xinghe burst in. A deep, red slap mark was imprinted on his face.
"What happened here?" Xiao Xuanye and Guo Jufeng exchanged astonished glances. Isn't he King Long Tianji's top sycophant? Who would dare to hit him?
With a miserable look on his face, Zhao Xinghe explained that it was King Long Tianji himself who had struck him.
"What? King Long Tianji has appeared?"
"Where is he? Did he have any instructions?"
"He took all the martial arts manuals you submitted, and he said..."
"And? What else did he say?"
"He said you're all fools playing at nonsense, that you're slandering his reputation by painting him as a lecher! He said to strike every celebrity from the list and tell them all to get lost..."
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