Chapter 39 Xia Long

39 Xia Long

"Master, there are people," Xia Jiang whispered, his hand inching towards the hilt of his sword, and he gestured towards his neck with a slicing motion.

With his hair bleached white by age, his countenance etched with deep wrinkles, and his hunched back giving him the appearance of one on the brink of death, he seemed frail at first glance. However, the passive aura he exuded was nothing short of terrifying, casting doubt on how the hell did he look like a man with half a foot in grave. The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

"We are from the Xia clan. How could we be so cruel to anyone?" Xia Long said, his voice oozing false charm as he opened his fans. They revealed a black dragon picture, but his eyes told a different tale. They flashed with a malevolent glint, clearly signalling Xia Jing's ominous presence.

With a classical fake smile, he performed the action. His lips curved unnaturally, forming a smile that seemed polite on the surface but concealed hidden intentions. His gaze then turned to his left, fixing that same smile on his face as he looked at a beautiful woman seated cross-legged nearby, a hint of lust sparkling in his eyes.

Her eyes, a deep shade of obsidian, held an enigmatic allure that seemed to penetrate one's soul. Cascading down her back like a midnight waterfall, her hair flowed in a mesmerizing shade of blue, contrasting vividly against her snow white skin. Her lips, a vivid hue of crimson reminiscent of ripe peaches, added a touch of sensuality to her otherwise ethereal beauty.

Seated gracefully with her legs crossed, she exuded an aura of poise and grace. Her slender form was nothing short of perfection, with a waist so delicate that even the slightest movement caused her twin mountain comparable to mount everest to sway to gently rise and fall, captivating onlookers with their mesmerizing rhythm. The stark contrast of her black qipao attire against her porcelain skin only enhanced her seductive allure, leaving anyone who beheld her in a state of helpless fascination. She was the embodiment of every man's most fervent and intoxicating dreams, a vision of temptation that was impossible to resist.

"Sister, how about you give me the Eye of Maya?" Xia Long suggested a smile masking his lust.

Hearing this Xia Mei frowned visible as she opened her eyes.

"When we reach there only then I will give you the eye of Maya." Xia Mei said with a harsh tone arrogantly.

Although she spoke in a harsh tone, her seductive voice and lips added an alluring quality to her. In Xia Long's eyes, it only made her more captivating in his lust filled brain.

Her movement caused her bouncy twin mountain peaks to jiggle even more creating a mouth watering scene that left Xia Long's eyes to be filled with lust.

"I'll follow my elder sister," Xia Long said as he bowed, his fake smile growing wider. His hidden left hand clenched tightly beneath his sleeves.

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"Humph, this woman thinks highly of herself just because she joined the Pink Autumn Sect. Does she believe she can simply order me around due to her disciple status and slightly better talent?"

However when he thought of the delicious body of his sister as soon her body would be moaning under him he couldn't help but feel a sense of croaked satisfaction welling up in him. As he imagined the scenario that will be happening soon he was filled with impatience.

This train of thought, though it may have seemed lengthy, took only a second for Lu Zhen. He sat down in a corner, meditating, with the trio following suit.

"Brother Lu, how did you end up in such a dirty place?" Xia Long inquired, his fake smile replacing the momentary anger he felt at being ignored.

"This guy ruined my plan with that Jiang Xue assassination, and now he's become a martial trainee," Xia Long seethed with anger, though he maintained his composure. He still saw Lu Zhen as an inferior being.

Lu Zhen continued to ignore him, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.

Seeing this, Xia Long's anger intensified. Even if Lu Zhen had become a martial trainee, what did it matter? Xia Long had been one for two years now and believed he could defeat Lu Zhen. As for the old protector, who was barely at the third stage of martial arts, Xia Jiang could handle him.

Though he didn't possess clear intelligence about how these individuals had thwarted his assassination squad, which he had established with vast resources, he assumed it was due to an external expert. Now that he knew they were alone, it was a chance for vengeance. He was confident he could deal with them.

With this in mind, an idea formed to eliminate the person who dared to disrespect him and had foiled his plans before.

"Young Master Lu, why don't you accompany us in the search for the treasure?" Xia Long inquired, his smirk harboring wicked intent.

"Once you join, you won't leave alive," he added silently, plotting his revenge.

Lu Zhen finally opened his eyes, clearly interested.

"What kind of treasure?" he inquired.

Xia Mei frowned when she heard this but remained silent, allowing her brother to speak.

"Young master, we are looking for a Delphinium, and I know the location of the place. However, I will need some assistance. How about you come along with us?" Xia Long said with a smile.

"Alright, I will help," Lu Zhen replied with a strange glint in his eyes.

From the memories he had, Xia Long was a friend of his previous host who had pretended to be friendly while feeding him alcohol, which had led to the previous host's addiction to gambling and alcohol. Now, sensing malicious intentions from Xia Long and drawing from his knowledge of novels, Lu Zhen had a gut feeling that this guy was a minor villain. He decided to eliminate him during the treasure hunt, to pay tribute to his previous host and whether or not the woman would meet the same fate depended on the situation.

"Today will be your last day. Act as pretentious as possible," he thought to himself.