NOVEL NEXT Chapter 56: Chapter 56: Who Are You?
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"You bastard, let go of Sister Ruoyu!"
Xia Qingxue's delicate face turned crimson with rage as she witnessed the scene before her. Her fists clenched tightly, trembling with suppressed fury, as if she was ready to pounce and tear out his throat with her teeth.
"Oh? You want this grandmaster to release her?"
Chu Yang sneered, hoisting Xiao Ruoyu like a ragdoll. He stepped closer to Xia Qingxue, and with his free hand, grabbed her by the collar and lifted her off the ground.
Xia Qingxue struggled frantically, but no matter how hard she fought, she couldn't break free from his iron grip. Her voice cracked with anger and despair. "Demon! Let go of my sister! Or else—I'll fight you to the death!"
"Annoying."
Chu Yang's face darkened, and with a casual wave of his hand, he struck both women unconscious. Their bodies went limp, collapsing against his arms like broken dolls.
He gazed down at their serene, unconscious faces and smiled cruelly. With a flick of his wrist, a gust of wind enveloped their motionless forms, carrying them off as he sped toward the secluded valley outside the state capital.
His eyes gleamed with depraved excitement. "Under the heavens as my tent and the earth as my bed… Tonight, these two peerless beauties will belong to me for eternity."
For over a month, he had been cooped up in the sect, deprived of indulgence. These sisters from a renowned family were unlike the women of the sect—untouched by mediocrity. This time, he wouldn't let such rare treasures slip through his fingers.
Chu Yang's speed was terrifying. In the time it takes for a single incense stick to burn, he had already arrived at a secluded corner near the capital's city walls. The early morning light illuminated the stone walls, and patrolling soldiers could be seen moving about above.
To avoid unnecessary trouble, Chu Yang activated his Thunder Step technique. His figure vanished in a blur, leaping over the walls in an instant.
He soon arrived in a remote valley outside the city. Breathing in the crisp morning air, he came to a stop and tossed the unconscious women onto the soft grass with a casual flick of his wrist.
"Finally here."
He muttered under his breath, his gaze landing on the two sisters sprawled on the ground. Even in their unconscious state, their beauty was breathtaking.
"Tsk, tsk, truly exquisite." His lips curled into a lecherous grin as his eyes lingered on their delicate features and graceful figures. "Especially this little one… A pure maiden. No wonder noble families produce such top-tier women. Even the senior sisters of my sect pale in comparison."
Lust flickered in his eyes as he reached out toward their heaving chests—
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, a sense of unease gripped him.
Before his fingers could touch them, a fierce gust of wind surged around him. It carried an ominous chill, as if a predator had locked onto its prey.
Chu Yang's eyes narrowed. With a sharp stomp on the ground, he leapt backward, evading a surprise attack by mere inches.
"Who dares ambush this grandmaster!?"
He roared, spinning to face the direction of the attack. His gaze landed on the treetops, where a young man dressed in flowing black robes stood. The stranger's expression was as cold as frost, his entire being exuding an aura of bone-chilling menace.
The man's dark, piercing eyes locked onto Chu Yang, radiating an unfathomable depth that made his skin crawl.
"Who are you?!" Chu Yang demanded, his voice tinged with both fury and caution. "Dare to interfere with this grandmaster's affairs? Do you have a death wish?"
"Interfere?" The man's lips curled into a faint, mocking smile as he leisurely unfolded a fan in his hand. "You overestimate yourself. You're not even worth the effort."
"You dare!"
Chu Yang exploded with rage, launching himself toward the man with a roar. His palm struck out, shattering a nearby tree into splinters with a deafening crash.
But when the dust settled, the young man was nowhere to be seen.
"What the—where did he go?"
Chu Yang's expression darkened. The figure standing so arrogantly on the treetop moments ago had vanished without a trace.
"Impossible…" he muttered, scanning his surroundings warily. "How could someone with such an ordinary presence disappear like that?"
Before he could think further, an overwhelming chill enveloped him, making the hair on his neck stand on end.
His instincts screamed in alarm.
"Not good!"
Activating his Thunder Step technique, Chu Yang attempted to flee. But before he could take a single step, a cold, murderous voice echoed in his ear.
"Trying to escape?"
The words carried a weight that froze him in his tracks. Turning his head in shock, he saw a silver streak of light tearing through the air—a blade, swift as a shooting star, closing the distance in the blink of an eye.
"Argh!"
A searing pain erupted in his chest as the blade pierced through him. Blood poured from the wound, staining his robes a deep crimson.
His knees buckled. Collapsing to the ground, Chu Yang clutched his chest, his face ashen and his breath shallow.
"W-Who… Who are you?" he gasped, his voice trembling as blood dripped from his lips.
From the shadows emerged a stunning woman, her form wrapped in tight black attire that accentuated her graceful curves. Her cold, enchanting eyes burned with a dark fire as she gazed down at him with disdain.
"Who I am doesn't matter," she said, her voice as sharp as the blade she wielded. "What matters is that you die today."
The blade in her hand glinted with a menacing light, its edge whispering promises of death.
Seeing her up close, Chu Yang realized he had fallen for a ploy. The earlier ambush had been a distraction, a feint to set him up for this very moment.
If he had chosen to flee earlier, perhaps he could have escaped. But now, all hope was gone.
"Wait!" he stammered, his voice cracking with desperation. "I-I want to see your master! Surely we can talk—"
The woman's lips curled into a mocking smile. "You? Worthy of meeting my master?"
Her blade pressed against his throat, cold and unyielding. Chu Yang shivered as icy sweat poured down his face.
"I-I'm a direct disciple of Xuan Zhen Daozi of the Heavenly Dao Sect! You can't kill me!"
The name fell from his lips like a lifeline, hoping to intimidate her.
"Hmph. A mere disciple of the Heavenly Dao Sect?"
From the shadows, the young man in black reappeared, his presence as chilling as ever.
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