Heaven No. 1 Room.
As the most prestigious private chamber in the Pleasure Pavilion, the room was adorned with restrained luxury. A faint trace of ambergris lingered in the air, soothing and intoxicating.
Chu Feng sat firmly in the main seat, relaxed yet imposing. Behind him, Qingniao stood silently, like an emotionless jade sculpture.
Before long, the soft chime of ornaments rang out, accompanied by graceful footsteps.
The door was pushed open, and a woman in a fiery red long dress entered with elegant poise.
She wore no makeup, yet her beauty was stunning. Her fox-like eyes were captivating to the soul. Most striking of all, she was barefoot, her jade-white feet stepping lightly, a string of delicate golden bells tied around her ankle. Each step produced a crisp, pleasing sound.
“This servant Hongling greets Heir Chu,” the woman said with a graceful bow, her voice soft and alluring.
In her hands was a white jade tray, holding a pot of warmed fine wine and two crystal cups.
“Oh? You’re the new Courtesan Queen Madam Feng mentioned?” Chu Feng leaned back in his chair, lightly fanning himself, his gaze sweeping over her without restraint.
This woman… truly exceptional.
Hongling’s cheeks flushed faintly under his gaze, making her even more charming. She stepped closer and said gently, “To receive the Heir’s favor is Hongling’s fortune.”
As she spoke, she naturally moved to sit in Chu Feng’s lap, her slender hand lifting the wine pot to pour for him. “Heir, the night is still long. Let this servant attend to you well…”
Her breath was like orchids, her fragrance drifting toward him.
Just as she raised the wine cup and was about to bring it to Chu Feng’s lips—
“Master! The wine is poisoned!”
Ling’er’s sharp warning exploded within Chu Feng’s Sea of Consciousness.
In that instant, his gaze turned icy.
The playful smile on his face did not change, yet the hand he extended did not move toward her waist. Instead, it shot forward and seized Hongling’s wrist, the one holding the cup.
Her skin felt ice-cold, devoid of the warmth of a living person.
Hongling stiffened, shock flashing across her face.
Chu Feng tilted his head slightly, smiling as he looked at her. However, his words caused the entire room to freeze over.
“Daring to poison the Heir of the Zhenbei Marquis Manor… you’ve got quite the nerve.”
Boom!
Hongling’s enchanting face turned deathly pale in an instant, her eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
How did he discover it?!
The poison in this wine was a secret formula of their organization. Even Innate Realm experts couldn’t detect it. How did this so-called Prodigal see through it?
There was no hesitation.
The moment she was exposed, killing intent erupted in Hongling’s eyes. A gleaming dagger appeared in her other hand, and with a flick of her wrist, it shot toward Chu Feng’s heart like a venomous snake striking from its hole.
The speed was terrifying, the angle vicious—far beyond what any ordinary woman could achieve.
However, she was fast, but someone was faster.
A sharp metallic clash rang out.
Qingniao, who had been standing silently behind Chu Feng like a background figure, had already stepped in front of him at some unknown moment. Two slender, jade-like fingers firmly clamped the poisoned dagger.
The tip of the blade stopped less than 0.1 meters from Chu Feng’s chest.
“What?!”
Hongling’s pupils shrank violently. She was certain that even a 9th stage Qi Gathering Realm martial artist wouldn’t react in time, yet this seemingly ordinary maid had caught the blade with her bare fingers.
“You’re not from the Pleasure Pavilion,” Chu Feng said calmly. He hadn’t even changed his posture, still seated as before. However, the amusement in his eyes had turned into bone-chilling coldness. “Speak. Who sent you?”
“When you’re dead, go ask the King of Hell yourself!” Hongling shouted fiercely, killing intent surging. “Move!”
The moment her voice fell—
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
From the windows, beams, and behind the screen, several black-clad figures darted out like ghosts. With blades in hand and murderous intent surging, they lunged toward Chu Feng from all directions.
In an instant, the entire room was enveloped in a suffocating killing aura.
Facing this sudden ambush, Chu Feng showed no panic. He didn’t even lift his eyelids, calmly uttering two words, “Kill them all.”
“Yes.”
Qingniao’s voice remained as cold as ever.
She released the dagger between her fingers. Under Hongling’s horrified gaze, her figure flickered and transformed into a green shadow, rushing toward the assassins.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sound of clashing metal rang out continuously, so fast it dazzled the eyes.
At some unknown moment, a soft sword as thin as a cicada’s wing appeared in Qingniao’s hand. Its blade shimmered like autumn water, carving deadly arcs through the confined space.
Each assassin was skilled, their auras steady, their coordination flawless—clearly members of a professional assassin organization.
Yet before Qingniao, they were nothing more than chickens and dogs.
Slash!
One assassin clutched his throat, collapsing in disbelief as blood gushed through his fingers.
Then came the second. The third…
Qingniao’s movements were fluid and unpredictable, her sword techniques ruthless and precise. Every strike targeted a vital point, killing in a single blow without hesitation.
In less than ten breaths, all six assassins who had rushed in lay as cold corpses in pools of blood.
The room fell silent.
Only Chu Feng, Qingniao, and Hongling—whose face was now pale as paper—remained.
Gulp.
Hongling swallowed with difficulty, staring at the cold, beautiful woman holding the soft sword, its tip still dripping with blood. Fear and despair filled her eyes.
She had never imagined that such a terrifying expert was hidden by Chu Feng’s side.
“Now, will you speak?” Chu Feng’s gaze fell upon her. “Who sent you?”
Hongling let out a bitter laugh, her expression turning crazed. “You want information from me? Dream on!” You are reading on novelping.com, the official source.
Before her words even faded, she bit down hard. Black blood immediately seeped from the corner of her mouth.
Poison suicide!
“Want to die? Did I permit it?”
Chu Feng let out a cold snort, his figure vanishing from where he stood.
In the next instant, he appeared before Hongling, so fast it exceeded her ability to react.
He grabbed her chin, forcing her mouth open. With a flick of his finger, a stream of energy shot into her mouth, shattering the hidden poison tooth at its root.
“Ugh…”
Hongling groaned in pain, her mouth filled with blood. She looked at Chu Feng as if staring at a demon.
This speed… this power…
He was no Prodigal at all. He was a true expert!
“It seems without some suffering, you won’t speak.”
Chu Feng lost patience. The Chaos Divine Demonic Art began to circulate quietly, and a tyrannical force surged from his palm into her body.
“Ahhh—!”
Hongling let out a piercing scream, her body convulsing violently as if struck by lightning. The agony of her meridians shattering inch by inch felt like she had fallen into the eighteen layers of hell.
“I’ll speak! I’ll speak! We’re from Nether Tower! Someone paid us to kill you. As for the employer, I don’t know!”
Nether Tower?
Chu Feng frowned. He had no memory of this force. He turned to Qingniao and asked, “Qingniao, do you know this organization?”
Qingniao replied in a low voice, “Nether Tower is the number one assassin organization of the Great Qian Empire. Their movements are elusive. As long as the price is right, whether royal nobles or sect families, they dare to kill them all.”
“So arrogant?”
Chu Feng curled his lips slightly, then looked at Hongling again. “Where is your base in the Capital City?”
However, at that very moment, a sudden change occurred!
A sword qi, a hundred times more terrifying than all the previous assassins combined, shot in from outside the window without warning. It tore through the air like thunder splitting the dawn, aiming directly at Chu Feng’s forehead!
This strike was unimaginably fast. Unimaginably ruthless.
Even Qingniao, who had remained calm all along, changed expression drastically as she shouted, “Heir, be careful!”
She wanted to intervene, but it was already too late.
That sword qi had sealed all of Chu Feng’s escape routes.
Facing this fatal strike, Chu Feng’s pupils contracted sharply.
In that instant between life and death, his Divine Demonic Tyrant Body was passively activated.
“Get lost!”
He roared, not retreating but instead stepping forward. His fist smashed directly toward the incoming sword qi.
Golden light erupted from his fist, and a wild, tyrannical aura surged skyward!