Chapter 152 - Chapter 152: Chapter 1311 Won ‘t Act Rashly, The Dragon Maiden ‘s Journey_2

Chapter 152: Chapter 1311 Won ‘t Act Rashly, The Dragon Maiden ‘s Journey_2

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She definitely did not want to be surveilled at all times, a feeling akin to a thorn in her side, prickly and deeply uncomfortable.

Han Li released Jiang Baiye and stood beside her, hands clasped behind his back, gazes down at Chengsheng Mountain and suddenly asked, “Are you ready?”

Jiang Baiye was slightly startled, and then her pretty face blushed slightly as she shook her head and whispered softly, “Not yet.”

Han Li turned to look at Jiang Baiye and found that the Sword Immortal tonight was exceptionally enchanting.

Jiang Baiye was inherently aloof and otherworldly, ethereal and detached. Now, standing at the summit, her white dress danced with the wind and her silver hair fluttered, together with the Divine Sword on her back, she resembled a moon fairy descended to the world, a silver-haired female sword immortal.

Jiang Baiye possessed a graceful silhouette with smooth curves, her legs long and straight, her waist slender and flexible, and her skin delicate and fair as jade stone, flawlessly perfect, truly a vision of elegance.

Her arched brows, cherry lips, and dainty nose coupled with eyes that sparkled with vivacious light, carried a chilling distance that seemed to keep others at bay. Her lips were stunningly beautiful, her body exuded a light fragrance, she was truly a peerlessly beautiful woman.

Her fairy-like grace and radiant charm were fully displayed in this moment.

Under Han Li’s intense gaze, Jiang Baiye bit her red lips, her expression slightly nervous, revealing an air of distinctive allure.

Jiang Baiye could hardly bear Han Li’s unabashed stare and hurriedly changed the subject, “You have good taste. Chengsheng Mountain and Chengdao Peak not only offer stunning scenery, but also are abundant in spiritual energy, rivaling many great sects.”

After arriving here, Jiang Baiye realized that the spiritual energy on Chengdao Peak was several times denser than anywhere else on Chengsheng Mountain, clearly because Han Li had set up a Spirit Gathering Array here.

“My taste has always been impeccable,” Han Li said with implied meaning.

Jiang Baiye understood the hint and chose not to respond.

“Come here,” Han Li suddenly pointed to a spot next to him, noticing that Jiang Baiye was a bit too far from him,

Jiang Baiye bit her red lips, hesitated slightly, but still moved closer. The next moment she felt a large hand block her soft waist.

After struggling in vain, Jiang Baiye gave up.

When she came to Chengsheng Mountain, Jiang Baiye was mentally prepared; according to their agreement, she was to marry Han Li and, in exchange, obtain the Body-Cultivating Furnace and other promises Han Li had made. If she had a choice, Jiang Baiye definitely would not want to come, but she had no say in the matter.

Having made an oath back then, Jiang Baiye had never thought about reneging. Although Han Li was lustful and shameless, he was in other respects indeed a match for her.

While Jiang Baiye was still contemplating, she felt her lips suddenly blocked, struggled for a while, then relented awkwardly, responding in kind.

After a long time, Han Li let her go, looking at the beautiful woman whose face was flushed with rosy tinges. Han Li drew her into his arms, immediately feeling the warmth and softness envelop him, and inhaled a breath of her refreshing scent uncontrollably.

Feeling the warmth of Han Li’s body, Jiang Baiye’s heart fluttered, an experience she felt for the first time.

Although Han Li had teased her like this before, her mindset and feelings were not the same as they are now.

Nibbling on Jiang Baiye’s earlobe, Han Li’s hand became restless. Jiang Baiye struggled, but not too fiercely, as if her heart was not fully opposed to Han Li’s actions.

“Baiye, are you ready?” Suddenly, Han Li’s voice entered Jiang Baiye’s mind.

Jiang Baiye, somewhat flustered, immediately snapped back to attention, vigorously shaking her head and said in a cold voice, “You must marry me first.”

She Imew she couldn’t escape this situation, but she didn’t want it to happen so soon. She had only just arrived at Chengsheng Mountain, was she really going to lose her innocence?

“I promise,” Han Li replied without the slightest hesitation, since Jiang Baiye was bound to be his eventually, a few days did not matter.

Previously, Han Li had been eager to deflower Lu Tianxiang because of her immense allure, as she was the first high-quality female cultivator he had obtained. On the other hand, the move to Yonchang Manor was more than a year away, and Han Li could not wait that long.

As it turned out, his approach was correct.

Now that they had arrived at Yonchang Manor and the Han Mansion was on the right track, there was naturally no need to rush to possess Jiang Baiye.

Han Li also wanted to leave Jiang Baiye with beautiful memories.

Jiang Baiye responded softly, her fondness for Han Li growing. Although he was shameless and lecherous, he was very respectful towards her.

She knew that if Han Li wanted to force her, she would not be able to resist, and she would’ve lost herself the last time.

“Baiye, then let me hold you to sleep tonight,” Han Li whispered into her ear, his breath sending tremors through Jiang Baiye’s heart.

Even though they couldn’t take the final step, there were other lines of defense that could be breached.

“No!” Jiang Baiye flatly refused.

Han Li was up to some trick, and she understood it crystal clear.

“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything rash; I simply want to hold you while we sleep,” said Han Li earnestly, seemingly just as he said.

“Heh,” a cold smirk appeared on Jiang Baiye’s face, though she didn’t outright refuse.

Sensing an opportunity, Han Li continued to sweet-talk Jiang Baiye, trying to cheer her up.

As it turned out, even high-caliber beauties like Lu Tianxiang and Jiang Baiye enjoyed being showered with compliments, especially when said by a member of the opposite sex with whom they had a special relationship.

Yuanzhou, Capital City.

The Prime Minister’s residence.

A peerless beauty put down her embroidery, looking at her finished work with an exquisite smile on her face.

“Finally finished. ”

The beauty sighed; the embroidery was done, and some matters should also come to an end.

In the end, the peerless beauty glanced at the Prime Minister’s bedchamber, a hint of something unusual flashed in her eyes, she sighed softly, and her figure vanished.

“It’s come to this step at last, alas.”

Inside the bedchamber, with the lights burning bright, the Prime Minister looked blankly at his daughter’s empty boudoir, his expression struggling with an incredibly complex mood.

He was both the father of Yu’er and the Prime Minister of the Daqian Empire, torn between familial love and loyalty to the nation.

The Daqian Empire had been incredibly gracious to him; the late Emperor and the current Emperor Qian both valued him highly; otherwise, he would neither have attained nor kept his position as Prime Minister.

His status in the Daqian Empire was very high, among the top five. He managed to cultivate his way to the Myriad Phenomena Realm and become a Great Grandmaster, with significant help from the Daqian Empire.

On the other side was his own daughter, whom he watched grow up, bound to him by flesh and blood and familial ties.

Yet his daughter was about to come into major conflict with the Daqian Empire, leaving the Prime Minister caught in the middle, extremely troubled.

After a long silence, the Prime Minister stood up and went to the palace.

He knew that the moment his daughter left, she had already made the decision for him.

Hanzhou, Fengbo Pavilion.

Dressed in blue, Lu Wenyuan entered Fengbo Pavilion and made his way up to the thirty-sixth floor, once again meeting the old man in hemp clothing.

“Wenyuan, is everything ready?”

The old man in hemp seemed to have anticipated his arrival and immediately went straight to the point.

“Lord, all is almost ready,” Lu Wenyuan promptly responded with respect.

Fengbo Pavilion had only been established for two or three years in the Daqian Empire, but it had secretly done many things, always preparing for the third step of a grand plan, and now the preparations were quite adequate.

“What I want is not ‘almost’; it must be thoroughly prepared; we cannot afford any more mistakes,” the old man in hemp huffed, discontent with the reply.

“My apologies, Lord!”

Lu Wenyuan immediately apologized, knowing full well that this was not the time for explanations; when superiors are angry, they don’t listen to your reasoning; they want to see you admit your fault and apologize.

“You must be thoroughly prepared within a year,” the old man in hemp nodded slightly, pleased with his attitude, and commanded.

“Yes!”

Lu Wenyuan promptly agreed, then exited Fengbo Pavilion.

After returning to his own courtyard, Lu Wenyuan sighed. Doing these things truly wore him out.

Externally, he had to navigate among the various sects, promising various rewards to win them over, while internally, he also had to deal with Emperor Wu of the True Martial Realm.

He still had feelings for Lu Tianxiang and wondered how she was doing at the moment; he couldn’t leave to investigate just yet, only knowing that she was rescued by a mysterious Great Grandmaster.

“Once Canghai Sect is dealt with, I’ll have time to look into Tianxiang,” Lu Wenyuan silently vowed.

He had dealt with and won over all other targeted sects, but Canghai Sect remained a tough nut to crack, presently mired in pressures from all sides, a prime opportunity to secure their allegiance.

Yet the Sect Leader of Canghai Sect was unbending and inscrutable.