Inside Snow Moon Tower, the atmosphere remained as intoxicating as ever—luxury and indulgence everywhere, with soft, decadent music lingering in the air.
On the central stage, four graceful dancers swayed in perfect harmony. They were the newly arrived top four courtesans of the tower. Every smile, every glance they cast was brimming with allure, their eyes carrying a seductive charm that seemed to steal souls. The young nobles below cheered endlessly, tossing money without restraint.
Chu Feng held his wine cup, watching with interest, unable to help but sigh, “Tsk, those figures, those faces… even the international supermodels I saw in my previous life couldn’t compare. This Snow Moon Tower really is a paradise on earth.”
“Your Highness, this is nothing!” Wang Pangzi squeezed closer, winking as he lowered his voice. “These four are good, sure—but compared to the Tower Master of Snow Moon Tower, they’re like fireflies next to the bright moon!”
“The Tower Master?” Chu Feng paused slightly, a name flashing through his mind. “You mean the Snow Moon Fairy?”
“Exactly! The Snow Moon Fairy!” Wang Pangzi’s eyes lit up with excitement, filled with longing. “She’s been ranked in the top three on the Great Qian beauty rankings for years! They say anyone who sees her true face loses their soul on the spot!”
“Too bad… she’s elusive like a divine dragon. Countless nobles have spent fortunes just to meet her, but even that is harder than ascending to the heavens.”
At once, memories of the original owner surfaced in Chu Feng’s mind regarding this Snow Moon Fairy.
She was the true master of Snow Moon Tower, rumored to possess beauty capable of toppling kingdoms. Countless nobles in the capital dreamed of her, including the original Chu Feng.
Yet, despite every effort, none had succeeded. No one had even seen her true face.
Over time, she had become the most mysterious figure in the capital.
At that moment, one of the dancers on stage flicked her long sleeve, descending gracefully like a drifting cloud. Step by step, she walked toward Chu Feng’s table.
Her thin gauze dress clung lightly to her body, revealing her exquisite curves with every movement. A faint, sweet fragrance spread through the air.
Stopping before Chu Feng, she bowed gently, her voice soft and alluring, “Heir Apparent Chu, this servant is Hong Xiu. May I have the honor of accompanying you tonight?”
“Damn! Heir Apparent Chu, you’re incredible! She came to you on her own!” Wang Pangzi stared, nearly drooling, his round face filled with envy.
Chu Feng looked up at the stunning dancer before him, a faint, playful smile forming on his lips. He reached out and gave her shapely hip a light pat, the touch surprisingly firm.
“Since a beauty invites me, how could I refuse?”
Soon, the two entered an elegant private room.
The door had just closed when Hong Xiu took Chu Feng’s hand and led him toward the bed. Before he could react, she spun lightly and pushed him down onto it.
“So eager?” Chu Feng lay back, a faint, roguish smile on his face.
Her long sleeve floated up, gently covering Chu Feng’s eyes. He lay there as if completely relaxed, seemingly immersed in the moment.
In the next instant—
Her expression changed.
Killing intent burst from her eyes.
From within her sleeve, a dagger glowing with a faint blue light appeared in her hand. In a flash faster than lightning, she thrust it straight toward Chu Feng’s heart!
Yet the expected sound of flesh being pierced never came.
The poisoned dagger stopped half a centimeter from his chest, firmly caught in a hand.
Hong Xiu’s pupils shrank violently, shock flooding her face.
That hand… belonged to Chu Feng, who still had his eyes closed.
“Trying to kill me?” Chu Feng tore away the sleeve covering his face, his gaze calm as he looked at her. “So eager?”
“You… you knew all along?” Hong Xiu’s expression twisted in disbelief. How could this so-called useless playboy have seen through her assassination?
“Yes.” Chu Feng nodded.
“That’s impossible… my disguise…”
“You hid your killing intent well,” Chu Feng said indifferently, “but I’ve killed more people than you’ve ever seen.”
In his previous life as the Underworld King, his sensitivity to killing intent had long since seeped into his bones.
Crack!
Before she could react, Chu Feng tightened his grip.
The sound of bones snapping echoed sharply. The dagger slipped from her hand and clattered to the ground.
Hong Xiu let out a muffled groan. Despite the pain, she reacted decisively. Her uninjured hand turned into a blade, slashing toward Chu Feng’s neck with fierce force.
Chu Feng didn’t even glance at her. He casually struck out with his palm.
Bang!
Hong Xiu was sent flying as if struck by a massive hammer. She slammed into the wall before collapsing to the ground, coughing up blood. Her face was filled with horror as she stared at Chu Feng, who slowly sat up from the bed. This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
“You… you’re not a useless trash!” she said through gritted teeth. That single strike was far beyond what any spoiled noble could possess.
“Who sent you?” Chu Feng asked coldly, looking down at her.
A flash of resolve crossed Hong Xiu’s eyes. She didn’t answer. Instead, black blood suddenly spilled from the corner of her mouth.
She had hidden deadly poison in her mouth beforehand.
“What a pity. Such a beauty.” Chu Feng shook his head slightly, looking at her lifeless body.
At that moment, a loud commotion erupted from downstairs. The crashing of overturned tables and chairs mixed with panicked shouts—it was clear something major had happened.
“Hm?” Chu Feng raised an eyebrow and pushed the door open.
Stepping onto the second-floor corridor, he looked down and saw that the main hall had been completely surrounded by soldiers clad in standard armor, long blades in hand.
Each one radiated a chilling aura, their expressions cold. These were clearly battle-hardened elites who had walked through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. In front of them, the guards of Snow Moon Tower didn’t even dare to breathe loudly.
In an instant, the entire tower transformed from a place of pleasure into a battlefield filled with killing intent.
All the guests were terrified into silence, shrinking into corners, not daring to move.
Under countless fearful gazes, a tall figure clad in crimson armor slowly walked in from the entrance.
Dark, dried bloodstains still clung to the armor, clashing sharply with the luxurious surroundings.
Step by step, the figure reached the center of the hall. Her cold gaze swept across everyone before slowly lifting her head.
Her eyes met Chu Feng’s, who was looking down from the corridor above.
In that instant, the air seemed to freeze.
Xiao Nihuang.
The name surfaced in Chu Feng’s mind immediately.
This woman… was his fiancée, who had just returned from the border—and whom he had never met until now.