Chapter 251: Shoot First, Draw the Target Later
Chapter 251: Shoot First, Draw the Target Later
Watching Lv Yang’s barely restrained, restless expression, Miao Yin True Man maintained a smile while inwardly scoffing.
Hmph, men.
The next moment, she deliberately took a step back, her alluring demeanor dissolving into composed elegance.
She understood men all too well. Crude seduction through physical advances was the lowest tactic. The true art lay in feigned reluctance—letting them hunger for what they couldn’t grasp, keeping them dangling to seize control.
“Shall we discuss matters, Fellow Daoist?” she asked softly, as if her earlier flirtation had been an innocent slip. The mystery made her all the more tantalizing.
Predictably, Lv Yang leaned in eagerly. “First, you haven’t said what you need me for.”
“I wish to journey to the Myriad Martial Realm to harvest spirit resources and strengthen my fortune.” She sighed, “But the celestial void is perilous, and I lack protection.”
Her tone softened, evoking vulnerability. She let grief for her late husband seep into her voice, her delicate features trembling with sorrow. The contrast between her regal composure and hidden fragility was irresistible.
Lv Yang’s reaction was no different.
“I accept,” he declared, thumping his chest. “I’m heading there myself for spirit harvesting. We can travel together.”
“Thank you, Fellow Daoist!” Her face flushed with gratitude, pale cheeks blooming crimson. Then, with a graceful bow, she added, “I’ve invited only you… I hope you’ll cherish my plight.”
The words lingered as she vanished in a streak of light, leaving Lv Yang visibly agitated.
After she departed, the Yanluo Patriarch materialized behind him, frowning.
“Yuan Tu, you’re not actually taken in, are you?”
“Grandmaster jokes,” Lv Yang replied, his earlier eagerness replaced by icy calm. “She’s planning to kill me.”
The Patriarch blinked. “You think she’s conspiring against you?”
“Precisely.” Lv Yang’s eyes narrowed. “Why seek me out? To exploit my supposed lust? The Holy Sect’s methods are clear. She’s the one holding the advantage—possessing intel on the Myriad Martial Realm. I should be the supplicant, but she approached first. That’s the tell.”
He paused, dissecting the logic. “A Holy Sect True Man would leverage such information for maximum gain. Her initiative implies desperation. She must be plotting my death.”
The Patriarch grimaced. “You’re assuming guilt before proving innocence.”
“Better caution than complacency,” Lv Yang countered. “Unless Lady Ruoxiang—someone weaker than me—approached, I’d dismiss it. But Miao Yin is Foundation Building Mid-Stage Perfection. Chongguang’s wife, no less. She’s hoarded treasures, likely stronger than Ye Guyue. I won’t underestimate her.”
With that, he strode toward the Revelation Pavilion.
Meanwhile, in the Sky-Connecting Sea of Clouds, Miao Yin’s palace—the Forbidden Gaze Pavilion—sealed itself like a spirit treasure. She drew a mirror, its surface rippling with light before revealing Suo Huan’s face.
“Suo Huan,” she murmured.
The young man’s brow lifted. “You’ve found a top-tier fortune?”
“Human,” she replied. “A century-old cultivator nearing Foundation Building Mid-Stage perfection. Tempting, isn’t it?”
His eyes gleamed. “Indeed.”
(End of Chapter)
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