"Tu Qianjun greets seniors. I've long heard of Miss Qingcheng's unparalleled beauty. Today, I, Tu, specially came to pay my respects. Also … I heard that the elites of the younger generation of the Battle Gods Manor are all here. I, Tu, also hope to make friends with them."
Pay my respects? They're probably here to snatch her? Make friends with Wu? Make friends? They probably want to give her some pointers?
The few elders on the seats sneered secretly. When this brat descended, the golden light emitted from his body was the unique aura of the Duke Realm, also known as the pseudo-saint realm. Furthermore, his golden aura actually reached a radius of around one meter. It seemed that he had the cultivation of the first level of the Duke Realm! He actually released his aura unscrupulously in front of them, who were all in the Saint Realm. Furthermore, he relied on it to glide for such a long distance, making people feel as if he was flying over. Wasn't this clearly showing off his strength? It was also clearly slapping the faces of the young masters present. It was also to build momentum for him to snatch her. It seemed that the chances of those young masters in their clan were slim.
However, Yue Ji beamed with joy. This brat was rather tactful and respectful to these old fellows. Moreover, he had made it clear that he was here to pursue his daughter, not to cause trouble. She also knew that this generation's Saintess was more outstanding than the previous generations of Saintesses in all aspects. However, she didn't expect that even the Divine City, which rarely appeared, would send people to snatch her. What was this? This was glory. This was also strength. Hence, she smiled brilliantly. "Young Master Tu must be the young master of the Dragon-Slaying Divine Guard of the Divine City's four guards. You're indeed as graceful and elegant as your father. Servants … give him a seat!"
"Elder Yue Ji, my father asked me to send his regards to you! There's no need to give me a seat. I have an old friend here, so I'll sit with him. " Tu Qianjun smiled faintly. He turned his head and swept his gaze across the young masters. Finally, his gaze landed on Xue Wuhen.
"Young Master, please take a seat!" Xue Wuhen had been smiling all along. When he saw Tu Qianjun looking over, his smile became even more amiable. He hurriedly stood up and lowered his head slightly, indicating for Tu Qianjun to take his seat.
"Eh!" Tu Qianjun nodded indifferently. It seemed as if he didn't care about everyone's gazes. He walked straight to Xue Wuhen's seat, and sat down peacefully. He lowered his head and smoothed his sleeves. He saw that the people in the vicinity were looking at him cautiously. He raised his head in astonishment and said, "What's wrong? Do as you wish! Don't worry about me, just pretend that I don't exist. "
"Yes, yes!" The people around him hurriedly lowered their heads and continued to drink, sip tea, and eat fruits. Their hands and feet were slightly trembling, and they accidentally spilled some of the wine in their hands. Those who were eating the fruits panicked and even ate the vines. Their expressions betrayed their panic and nervousness.
Feng Zi and Hua Hua looked at each other. They could see the worry and shock in each other's eyes. This Tu Qianjun was only twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, yet he already possessed the strength of a duke. This was a little too terrifying. It should be known that the two of them could be considered first-rate geniuses. At the age of twenty-four, they were already at the third level of the general realm. Coupled with their family's secret arts, their combined strength was only at the first or second level of the marshal realm. It was fine if they couldn't match up to him in terms of power. After all, the Divine City's glory was built through generations of battles. If they couldn't match up to him in terms of strength, then it would be a little embarrassing …
Long Shuiliu was also silently drinking his strong wine at the side. He occasionally glanced at Xue Wuhen, who was whispering beside Tu Qianjun, and a trace of mockery and loneliness flashed across his eyes. It was obvious that he was a little envious that Xue Wuhen had actually made friends with a young master of the Divine City. However, he also looked down on Xue Wuhen's flattering behavior. Of course, it was mostly because he couldn't eat the grapes, so he said that the grapes were sour.
Tu Qianjun's appearance suppressed the entire crowd. Relying on the tall mountain behind him and his astonishing strength, he descended like a deity, instantly enveloping the entire lake's light on his body. In a battle between two armies, the most important thing was momentum. Without momentum, this battle would only end in defeat.
Ye Qinghan didn't show any expression, even though he was a little displeased with Tu Qianjun's attitude, which was even more arrogant than Ye Qingkuang. However, he didn't intend to carry Yue Qingcheng to bed today, so he didn't feel like he was facing a love rival. However, he hated Xue Wuhen's flattering attitude even more than Long Shuiliu. This brat usually looked like a dog, but deep down, he was really a dog.
"Clap clap!"
When Yue Ji saw that everyone's mood had somewhat calmed down, she clapped her hands twice, and began to serve the pastries in front of the main course.
Along with the clap of her hands, the door of the west courtyard opened, and twelve red-clothed women walked out. It just so happened that this red dress was very similar to the dress that they wore when they entertained Ye Qinghan and the others in the Jadeite Pavilion in the morning. The upper body was a thin tube top, and only the lower half of the white and tender beautiful breasts were covered, revealing a plump snow-white semicircle. The lower body was a gauze skirt, and under the uneven hem was a pair of perfectly straight and slender white legs. On their feet were pairs of long leather boots that covered more than half of their calves. The only difference was that today, on their smooth abdomen, which didn't have any extra fat, hung a small purple bell. Snow-white skin, captivating red dress, and the purple ring around their waists — these three colors actually fused and intersected, evolving into a strange charm.
The dance was somewhat similar to the belly dance of Ye Qinghan's previous life, but it was clear that no one would appreciate such a beautiful and artistic dance. They only stared with bulging eyes at the group of women, who were constantly swaying because of their twisting bodies, as well as the limitless scenery under the gauze skirt that was blown up by the wind from time to time. Ye Qinghan and the others, as well as the few old fellows above, were still fine. Their identity and status didn't allow them to be too out of line, but the other young masters didn't have so many misgivings. All of their eyes were bulging so much that they were actually bigger than Ye Qinghan's.
Under the reluctant gazes of the crowd, the twelve women silently retreated, while the young masters were silently thinking of ways to snatch one from the Yue Clan. Although the Yue Clan's Summer Fire Festival was mainly for the Saintess to choose a man, almost every time after the matter of the Saintess was settled, the Yue Clan would choose a portion of the young masters with relatively higher aptitudes, strength, and influence, and gift them the twelve Tranquil Lake women of the Yue Clan.
Although it was called gifting, it was actually no different from selling them. Every Yue Clan woman would be exchanged for a large amount of resources and treasures. However, these young masters who managed to snatch the Yue Clan women wouldn't hesitate at all. Moreover, their clans would also be willing to use a large amount of treasures to exchange for the Yue Clan woman.
Of course, this wasn't just because the Tranquil Lake women of the Yue Clan were unparalleled in the world. Any man who married a Tranquil Lake woman would obtain the most pleasure and satisfaction in the body. It was also because if the young masters of these clans could marry a Tranquil Lake woman, then their clans would automatically obtain the friendship of the Yue Clan. They would receive a large share of the Yue Clan's intelligence, martial power, and resources, until the woman died. It could be said that the reason the Yue Clan women could stand tall in the House of Ares for a thousand years was also because of this marriage alliance policy.
"Oh! So that's how it is. This marriage alliance policy was thought up by the genius of the Yue Clan. How brilliant. " Ye Qinghan exclaimed in admiration as he understood many things he didn't know before from Feng Zi's soft explanation.
Feng Zi nodded as well. Her eyes were filled with admiration. "The founder of the Yue Clan, the Moon Queen! A miraculous woman who made the ancestors of the four great clans, the Wind Lord, the Flower Empress, the Snow Marshal, and the Night Emperor fall head over heels for her. Back then, her martial power and cultivation reached the peak of the Sage Realm, half a step into the Divine Realm! According to the clan's records, this woman naturally rejected the four great ancestors. She walked into Silver Moon City alone and created the Yue Clan! "
"Stop talking. The dishes are about to be served. You have to perform well later. I'll cheer for you!" Ye Qinghan saw Yue Ji raise her hands and clap her hands again. He knew that Yue Qingcheng was about to go on stage. He quickly nudged Feng Zi and looked behind Yue Ji.
Hearing this, Feng Zi immediately straightened her body and sat up straight. She looked forward very seriously.
As Yue Ji clapped her hands lightly, the sound of a guzheng rang out from West Court. She was playing an unknown song. Not many people present understood this. They only felt that the sound of the guzheng was like the whispering of young girls at first. It was pleasant to listen to. Then, the tune changed rapidly like the torrential rain in summer. Water droplets fell onto a jade plate. It was very crisp. Then, it changed to the sound of an ancient spring in the mountains flowing between the cracks of a rock. It was very pleasing to the ear. Finally, it changed to the sound of an armored horse's blade. It made people's blood boil … Even though everyone present was uncouth, they were gradually moved by the pleasant sound. For a moment, their hearts felt very ethereal and very peaceful. In the end, when the sound of the guzheng turned into the sound of a blade, everyone felt like they were in a battlefield of ten thousand people. Their blood boiled.
"Buzz …"
Just as everyone's blood was boiling, the sound of the guzheng suddenly stopped. Everyone looked in the direction of West Court in surprise. They saw a peach-colored figure floating out from West Court. The peach-colored figure was a woman. She wore a peach-colored palace dress, and her face was covered with a peach-colored silk scarf. There was even a bright peach blossom on her head. The woman had a sword in her hand. Her left hand was held diagonally below, and her right hand was in front of her. She held a small and exquisite guzheng in her hand. She leaped down from the sky. Her palace dress flapped in the wind, making her look like a fairy from beyond the heavens.
It was unknown whether it was because of the strong wind or the woman's own will, but when the woman landed on the ground, the peach-colored silk scarf on her face actually fluttered with the wind, revealing a devastatingly beautiful face. Her black pearl-like eyes contained a smile that was both charming and seductive. Her delicate nose was tall and straight, and the corners of her small mouth were slightly raised. Her red lips were slightly parted, inviting people to kiss them. Below her slender white neck, there was a piece of white jade that was half covered and half covered. When it contrasted with the peach-colored palace dress, it was so soul-locking. Her white waist was actually so small that it couldn't be grasped. Her entire person was like a fairy that had fallen into the mortal world. She made people feel that she couldn't be profaned, that she couldn't be violated. However, she was also invisibly attracting people, making them want to profane her, to go on top of her. This kind of feeling was extremely contradictory.
Normally, no one would wear a peach-colored dress that was unique, and no one dared to wear it because peach-colored clothes gave people a very tacky feeling. But today, Yue Qingcheng dared to wear it, and she wore it. Moreover, she even wore an even more tacky peach blossom.
It was just that … after today, presumably, no one present would dare to say that peach-colored clothes were tacky. At least Yue Qingcheng was not ordinary. Not only was she not ordinary, but that faint peach-colored color on her graceful figure, coupled with her devastatingly beautiful face, gave people a feeling that she was so attractive, so ecstatic, so fatal!
Peach blossoms were poisonous. They could topple cities, could topple countries, and could even poison people to death.
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