"Mu Xuan, I'm here!"
In his invisible state, An Yi leaped through the skylight and landed inside. As he touched down, he braced himself with one hand against the floor, rising slowly while looking up.
But it seemed he'd arrived at an awkward moment—Mu Xuan appeared to be bathing.
Wait… that’s not Mu Xuan!
An Yi’s eyes sharpened.
The proportions were all wrong!
Tu Yiyi was stunned, her gaze fixed on the spot where An Yi had landed. Though she couldn’t see what had entered, her wind-based spiritual perception gave her a general sense of direction—and she could tell something had dropped in through the skylight.
"It's that little demon girl from the Devil Clan!! And she’s completely naked?"
An Yi raised an eyebrow, then quickly regained his composure.
After enduring Long Aoxue’s "baptism" this morning, he’d seen enough of the world to remain unfazed by Tu Yiyi’s modest "flat A" physique.
Still, her delicate frame, fair skin, and sweet voice had their own charm.
Wait—she’s looking at me!
Realizing Tu Yiyi’s gaze was locked onto him, An Yi tensed. Could she actually see him?
Thinking fast, he pulled a pair of boxers from his storage space and slipped them on at lightning speed.
As the leader of the Asura Sect, he couldn’t allow himself to run around naked—or rather, to run around masked while naked!
Tu Yiyi’s almond-shaped eyes widened in shock.
Because right in front of her, a floating pair of boxers had suddenly appeared.
"What the hell?!"
"AHHH!"
She screamed, her scalp prickling with terror.
"Shut the hell up!" An Yi snapped.
"An Yi?!"
Recognizing his voice, Tu Yiyi immediately clapped a hand over her mouth.
What was he doing here?!
Just then, Gu Changfeng’s voice called from outside the door: "Miss Tu, what happened?"
"N-nothing, Young Master Gu! Just a bug!" she stammered, quickly adding, "I’m bathing—don’t come in!"
"Bathing?!"
Outside, Gu Changfeng’s eyes gleamed with excitement.
"Miss Tu, let me help you!"
Snapping his fan shut, the white-robed young master strode forward, ready to kick the door down.
But at that moment—
The door swung open on its own.
Gu Changfeng’s excitement turned to disbelief.
Instead of a tantalizing scene, he was greeted by a floating pair of yellow cartoon boxers.
For a second, he just stared, dumbfounded.
Then—
WHAM!
An invisible force smashed into his face, crushing his nose with pinpoint accuracy.
The attacker? An Yi.
With a flying kick, he planted his foot squarely on Gu Changfeng’s face.
"Young Master Gu?"
"So this is the Young Sect Master of the Heavenly Profound Sect, Gu Changfeng!"
An Yi grinned, baring his teeth.
"Perfect. You’re exactly who I wanted to beat up!"
THUD!
Gu Changfeng hit the ground with a heavy thump, clutching his nose in pain. Before he could even get up—
The yellow cartoon boxers charged at him like a vengeful spirit.
"Stay back! Don’t come near me!"
Gu Changfeng scrambled backward in terror, but the boxers closed the distance in seconds.
BAM!
An Yi stomped on his pretty-boy face again.
A front tooth went flying, blood gushing from Gu Changfeng’s nose.
At the peak of the Void Realm, An Yi was leagues above Gu Changfeng, who was only mid-Void Realm.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
An Yi’s fists rained down like meteors, pummeling Gu Changfeng’s face without mercy.
Unable to fight back, Gu Changfeng could only curl into a ball, howling like a slaughtered pig as he endured the beating.
Being beaten up by a pair of floating boxers was humiliating.
And yet, he couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity—
Gu Changfeng passed out, his face swollen into a bruised, purple mess.
"Phew. That’s for stealing my woman."
After venting his anger, An Yi felt refreshed.
Mission accomplished—time to vanish without a trace.
But as he turned to leave, a girl’s voice called out behind him.
"Did… did you kill him?"
Tu Yiyi, now dressed, rushed out in a panic.
An Yi ignored her.
Can’t see me? Then you can’t stop me.
He hadn’t killed Gu Changfeng.
After all, the Azure Feather Pavilion and the Heavenly Profound Sect weren’t enemies.
The marriage had been proposed by the Azure Feather Pavilion—apparently, they sought the Heavenly Profound Sect’s protection.
Killing Gu Changfeng wouldn’t help the Pavilion. In fact, it might backfire on Shen Muxuan.
"Hey, wait! I know you’re An Yi!"
Tu Yiyi’s shout made the floating boxers pause mid-air.
Exposed?
An Yi’s gaze turned icy as he glared at her.
Tu Yiyi smirked. "Hah! I knew it was you!"
"Kid, you’ve got guts."
Cracking his knuckles, An Yi raised an eyebrow.
Just then—
CLATTER!
The sound of approaching footsteps echoed outside.
An Yi tensed. Reinforcements?
Invisibility was useful, but Void Realm cultivators could still sense disturbances in their surroundings.
If he left now, he might run straight into them—and he wasn’t keen on taking on an entire sect alone.
"Get in here!"
Tu Yiyi reached out, trying to grab him.
But since she couldn’t see him, she ended up groping blindly—until her hand closed around the floating boxers.
An Yi’s expression twisted in alarm.
He quickly seized her wrist.
"Whoa there, little miss. That’s not the handle!"
BANG!
The courtyard gate burst open.
A rotund middle-aged man in lavish robes stormed in—Gu Chengde, the Heavenly Profound Sect’s leader.
At the sight of his son lying unconscious, face swollen beyond recognition, his heart nearly stopped.
"My son! What happened to you?!"
Gu Chengde lifted Gu Changfeng, shoving a healing pill into his mouth.
Soon, Gu Changfeng stirred, shuddering as he mumbled, "Father… the boxers… the boxers attacked me!"
Gu Chengde’s face darkened with grief.
Had his son been beaten into insanity?!
"Search the area! Arrest anyone suspicious!" he barked.
The sect disciples saluted and fanned out.
Gu Chengde clutched his son’s shoulders. "Changfeng, do you recognize me?"
"Of course I do, Father!" Gu Changfeng said earnestly.
Relieved that his son wasn’t actually brain-damaged, Gu Chengde promptly dropped him back onto the ground.
"Enough of your nonsense! If you’re going to lie, at least make it believable! ‘Attacked by boxers’—what kind of excuse is that?! And mark my words, you will marry tomorrow!"
"But I’m not lying! I—"
Gu Changfeng groaned. Compared to tomorrow’s forced wedding, this was trivial. "Father, I don’t want to marry the Azure Feather Pavilion’s leader!"
"Fool! That woman is a treasure!"
Gu Chengde stroked his beard sagely.
Gu Changfeng rolled his eyes.
His father had a thing for older women.
To him, Mu Qingyi—with her mature allure, flawless beauty, and ageless grace—was the perfect bride.
Gu Chengde scoffed. "You think I care only about looks?"
Don’t you?!
Gu Changfeng seethed inwardly.
Forcing his own tastes onto others—disgusting!
"Girls in their prime, from budding youth to sweet sixteen, will always be the most beautiful!"
Gu Chengde said leisurely, "Shen Muxuan possesses the Heavenly Yin Spirit Vein, but her cold energy is too overwhelming—you wouldn’t be able to handle it. On the other hand, Mu Qingyi also carries a rare spiritual vein, making her the perfect cultivation partner for you."
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