Chapter 133

Chapter 133 - His Sword!!!

Xun Yimu employed the skill [Old Woman]!

Fang Xiang H00!

Fang Xiang activated the ability [Do you think you can handle it]! Rread latest chapters at novelhall.com

Xun Yimu's HP! -99999!

Profound Yin Young Lord, meet your demise.

Following a series of confrontations, Xun Yimu met her demise entirely.

It became evident that in a love triangle, maintaining no involvement was truly crucial.

Despite her attempts to belittle the other party's maturity and experience, whenever Xun Yimu envisioned the scenarios described by Fang Xiang, she experienced a constriction in her chest, struggling to breathe.

Moreover... Profound Yin Young Lord truly couldn't measure up!

It wasn't that she lacked qualities. Compared to Gu Yaling's genuinely youthful appearance, Xun Yimu was undeniably graceful for her age. Even in comparison to her slender figure, she possessed ample curves.

Just like Xuegang's lament, had Xun Yimu not hailed from the Profound Yin Family and remained unseen by others, instead being an ordinary cultivator, she would undoubtedly attract numerous admirers from the immortal sects.

With maturity, the present her exuded the allure of a woman.

However, Fang Xiang -

Her age wasn't the issue; she was simply too advanced in years!

As someone who had experienced this firsthand, Guo Fan had the most authority to speak on the matter.

Take, for instance, Su Feng, who possessed a proud and near-flawless figure, yet when compared to Fang Xiang, she still lacked in maternal attributes.

Perhaps owing to Fang Xiang's prior childbirth experience, she inherently held a significant advantage in this regard.

The pressure became unbearable for Su Feng.

Guo Fan sensed an impending suffocation.

No, he couldn't allow himself to be manipulated by her simple taunts!

Undoubtedly, the current advantage lay in her favor!

Xun Yimu steadied herself and released a lengthy exhale, accompanied by a sneer. “You think you can handle this? What can you possibly do? City Lord Fang, I've heard about your husband... The tomb of the former master of Sword Pavilion lies in the mountain adjacent to Night's Fall Sword City, correct? You may endure everything Guo Fan presents, but you haven't given him all that you possess. What entitlement do you have to claim him as yours? From where does he hail to be yours?!”

Fang Xiang's initial reaction was one of anger, swiftly followed by a moment of realization. Her pupils contracted as she identified the figure before her as the legendary ‘Insane Sword' Loo Kuto!

The renowned swordsman of a century past, once known as the ‘Ming Sword' before vanishing mysteriously from the world stage, had resurfaced unexpectedly as a servant of the Profound Yin Family. Fang Xiang hadn't anticipated this twist of fate.

Now, even regarding their martial prowess, her confidence wavered.

Fang Xiang drew a deep breath, rising slowly from her position beside Guo Fan. “The rightness of my actions is not within your jurisdiction to determine. My conscience is clear, grounded in righteousness.”

“Oh?” Xun Yimu's laughter was laced with cold skepticism. “Your righteousness implies deceit and favoritism?”

Guo Fan attempted to intervene, “Perhaps we should...”

“Silence!” Xun Yimu's anger flared as she turned sharply towards Guo Fan. “You seek reconciliation, to gather us all under your wing and revel in shared contentment! I won't allow it! You belong to me alone!”

Guo Fan remained speechless.

What more could he say? He felt utterly exposed.

Fang Xiang rested her hands on Guo Fan's shoulders, her gaze steady. “I did not deceive you. When you sought me out, I hadn't foreseen his arrival in Night's Fall Sword City either. I merely speculated. How can uncertain speculation constitute deceit?”

“As for secrets... My association with him is mutual. My husband passed away a century ago. This connection is legitimate. Why should it be deemed otherwise?”

Xun Yimu remained unmoved by Fang Xiang's explanation. She lifted her chin, a smile playing at her lips. “Your defense is your concern. Let the world pass judgment on whether you're fit to be Night's Fall Sword City Lord.”

Her implication was clear: she intended to make this matter public knowledge.

Fang Xiang's grip on Guo Fan's shoulder tightened imperceptibly. She pressed her lips together, betraying the calm fa?ade she presented to the world.

Should this matter become public, her standing in Night's Fall Sword City would face utter ruin. Those with ambitions for the position of City Lord would seize the opportunity to act, toppling her from her perch and seizing control of the businesses she had painstakingly nurtured over a century.

A resigned exhale escaped Fang Xiang's lips.

With a sigh, Fang Xiang suddenly felt a hand envelop hers, imparting warmth to her otherwise chilled skin.

Standing before her, the young man raised the pitch-black longsword, positioning himself as a shield.

“As the saying goes, individuals tend to perceive only what aligns with their preconceptions or desires. If you manipulate their perceptions to your advantage, they'll comply. But such manipulation is steeped in selfishness! How can one so inclined judge the righteousness of another's actions?”

For three hundred years, she had overseen Night's Fall Sword City's affairs with meticulous care. That was the reality. There was no fault in her conduct. Yet, merely because of her affection for me, her reputation would suffer? Preposterous!

“That's where you're mistaken. I'm not here to arbitrate this time...”

Crimson streaks ignited like flames, casting a fiery glow on Guo Fan's relieved countenance. He exhaled deeply, lifting his gaze.

“I stand by Xiang's side.”