Chapter 1600 - 1601: Truly a Fairy
The electric current of over a hundred thousand volts rampaged through Qianye Zhuyi's body, wantonly destroying his bodily structure.
This made him completely paralyzed, his limbs weak, and his mind entirely blank.
Qianye Zhuyi's eyes were wide open, filled with agony.
Though his head was still spinning and confused, and stars were spinning before his eyes, his well-honed Martial Will suddenly brought him back to clarity.
He circulated his Qi-Blood and Essence Qi, instantly dispelling the numbness and discomfort from his body, and sprang to his feet with a quick kip-up.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The woman swiftly drew a handgun and fired at Qianye Zhuyi.
Bullets whizzed and struck Qianye Zhuyi, creating blossoms of blood upon impact.
Qianye Zhuyi's body twisted and contorted, looking like he was performing a pole dance.
Yet his robust and resilient Vitality made him seem like a wounded beast, lunging at the woman.
The woman turned with a Tornado Kick; a sharp little gear popped out from her high heel.
The gear, like a blade, sliced across Qianye Zhuyi's throat.
Qianye Zhuyi's lunging body came to a sudden halt.
The bloodline on his throat gradually expanded, then with a loud pop, a gush of blood sprayed forth.
Qianye Zhuyi clutched his throat with both hands, his eyes staring wide, a gurgling sound coming from his throat, then he fell down rigidly.
Even in death, he couldn't believe that he had died at the hands of a woman like this.
So, this guy died with wide-open eyes, staring at the sky, not resting in peace.
The woman had an extremely enchanting smile on her face.
Her shoelace had come undone; she crouched down to tie it, her waist and back forming a soft and perfect curve.
At this moment, behind the woman, the driver slowly approached her, holding a sharp dagger.
The woman suddenly turned around, her enchanting eyes shimmering like water as she looked at the driver, half smiling.
"Tell me, could you bear to kill me?"
The driver was full of murderous intent, but when he met her eyes, which were almost dripping with allure, he hesitated.
The dagger in his hand suddenly felt hard to grip.
The woman looked at the driver with a smile, making him blush, her voice extremely soft and sticky.
"I'm so beautiful, wouldn't you rather listen to me?"
Her voice was soft and feminine, with a lazy and coquettish tone.
She seemed like a young girl flirting coyly with her boyfriend, yet also like a mature woman gently teasing her man.
The driver stared dumbly at the woman, his expression changing endlessly.
Pain and pleasure flitted across his face, muscles twisting and twitching.
The woman gazed foolishly at the driver, like a girl newly in love gazing adoringly at her beloved boyfriend, full of admiration and worship.
Finally, the driver began to laugh foolishly, the dagger in his hand clattering to the ground.
His eyes focused directly on the woman, without any focus, saliva trickling from the corner of his mouth.
The woman's smile grew even softer, gently asking, "Am I beautiful?"
The driver nodded dumbly, his eyes unfocused.
The woman's smile was as gorgeous as a poppy flower, her eyes cunningly alluring.
"So, will you listen to me?"
The driver nodded again, foolishly walking to the woman, kneeling down with a thud.
The woman smiled sweetly, patting the driver's head, "Good boy, sister loves you."
She murmured something to the driver as if chanting curse words.
Then she placed a document into the driver's pocket.
The driver stared foolishly at the woman, like a child eyeing his favorite treat.
The woman smiled sweetly and offered him her palm.
The man, eyes glazed, kissed the back of her hand with sacred devotion.
Then he blushed deeply, turning away to get into the car, leaving reluctantly.
The woman watched the driver leave, unable to restrain a delighted laugh.
At this moment, the Porsche's window slowly rolled down, revealing a face with a wicked smile.
"Ah, fairy, now I understand why in the old days emperors would abandon their kingdoms for women; indeed, one glance tilts a city, two glances overthrow a country."
The woman smiled sweetly, her gaze as if hooks were hidden within, moist and captivating.
"So, why can't I make you obedient?"
The man wore a face of intoxicated delight: "I've long been utterly entranced by you."
"You are my heart, you are my liver, you are three-quarters of my life."
"Whenever you wish, I can offer my strong body to you, at your disposal."
"Ugh, shameless."
The woman spat at Yang Fei, glaring at him afterward.
"This guy is done; the rest is up to you."
Needless to say, this woman was indeed the fairy, Xiao Xuanya.
And the man who sat quietly in the car was Yang Fei.
Upon overhearing the two elders' whispers, Yang Fei immediately devised a fatal plan with Xiao Xuanya.
To disrupt the entire Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament, he needed an appropriate identity.
And as the leader of the Qianji Style School, this role seemed custom-made for Yang Fei.
Thus, Qianye Zhuyi, the Patriarch of Qianji Style, under no circumstances could be allowed to return to Li Island alive.
Yang Fei lazily got out of the car, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.
He moved Qianye Zhuyi's corpse to the trunk of the Porsche, grinning slyly.
"From today on, there will no longer be a person named Qianye Zhuyi in this world; there will only be me, Yang Fei, the patriarch, who will unify the world with no rivals across Sang Country."
Xiao Xuanya watched his cocky demeanor and giggled.
"I've already given Qianye Zhuyi's letter of appointment and resignation to that idiot driver."
"He will deliver the document to the Qianji Style Headquarters as per my instructions; the rest is up to you."
Yang Fei nodded, rubbing his hands in anticipation.
"Don't worry, the two of us, one the greatest rogue in history, the other a beauty fairy who tilts cities and nations."
"If such a combination cannot handle the little Qianji Style, then we might as well buy a block of tofu and smash it to our heads."
Xiao Xuanya rolled her eyes. "If you want to die, die far away."
"I don't want to live and die with you, anyway, plenty of women are waiting for you."
Yang Fei chuckled bitterly, recalling how someone famously said that making a woman not jealous is ten times harder than making a man not drink,
Seeing Xiao Xuanya's jealousy, the saying rang absolutely true.
The two got into the Porsche, Xiao Xuanya started the engine, roared, and sped away.
Yang Fei sat in the passenger seat, lazily humming a tune unknown to anyone.
Xiao Xuanya couldn't help but glance at him.
His nose was high and straight, the subtle light casting over it creating noble features as though he was a meticulously sculpted statue by an artist.
Xiao Xuanya sighed softly, her tone melancholy.
"Yang Fei, sometimes I truly wonder if you have practiced Charming Art, clearly you are a flirtatious rascal, yet all the girls cannot hate you?"
Yang Fei proudly grinned, unashamed instead, boasting.
"No choice, young master is born so irresistibly beautiful; it's inevitable that you girls would go mad for it."
Seeing this narcissistic demeanor, all of Xiao Xuanya's sadness dissipated, making her spit in mock disgust.
"Scat!"
The fourth chapter is still being written, wait a little longer.