The morning mist over the Southern Imperial Continent usually carried the crisp scent of mountain pine and spiritual lotus. Today, however, the air above the Lu Imperial Estate was thick with the oppressive, icy aura of a high-tier flying war galleon.
Hovering right above the estate’s grand entrance was a towering vessel made of hundred-year-old Frost Iron. Banners displaying a shimmering silver snowflake fluttered against the wind—the official crest of the Supreme Frost Sect, an ancient tier-one faction from the Northern Peaks.
In the private courtyard below, Lu Chen sat relaxed under a blooming spirit peach tree, wearing his usual imperial white silk robes trimmed with royal purple thread. He lazily poured himself a fresh cup of warmed peach-blossom wine.
Standing right behind him, Ye Qingxian held her icy sword, her silver hair swaying gently. Her ice-blue eyes were fixed on the sky, her lithe figure tense.
"Young Master," Ye Qingxian said softly, her voice crisp and alert. "That ship belongs to Saintess Ji Xue of the Supreme Frost Sect. She is twenty-one years old, a genius at the Mid Core Formation realm, and known across three provinces for her unyielding pride, cold sword technique, and immense disdain for secular merchant clans."
Lu Chen took a slow sip of his wine, a lazy, charming smirk touching his lips. "A proud Saintess coming to my doorstep uninvited? What a pleasant surprise."
BOOM!
A beam of frost energy blasted down from the warship, landing in the middle of the courtyard. The cold energy froze the stone tiles into a sheet of glistening ice, sending a chilling wind howling through the trees.
As the mist cleared, a young woman stepped out of the frost aura.
She wore sleek, ice-blue battle robes that hugged her slender, voluptuous curves, revealing two long, impeccably sleek, alabaster-white legs beneath her slit skirt. Her hair was black as raven feathers, falling over her shoulders like silk, and her cold, arrogant eyes looked at Lu Chen as if he were nothing more than an insect under her boots.
Behind her stood four heavy-set martial elders clad in thick iron armor, carrying heavy battle axes.
"Are you Lu Chen?" Saintess Ji Xue asked, her voice cold enough to freeze water mid-air. "The pampered Young Master who used underhanded tricks to humiliate branch clan disciple Lu Xiao yesterday?"
Lu Chen didn't even bother to stand up. He leaned back against his stone chair, his glowing purple eyes sweeping up and down her figure—lingering playfully on her sleek, bare legs before looking into her proud eyes.
"Miss Ji Xue," Lu Chen murmured smoothly, his voice magnetic and dripping with relaxed charm. "Entering a gentleman's courtyard without permission and breaking his stone tiles is quite impolite. Did your sect master forget to teach you basic manners?"
Ji Xue’s eyes flashed with icy fury. Her grip on her frost sword tightened, her Core Formation spiritual aura flaring outward, causing the surrounding peach blossoms to freeze solid.
"Hand over the Heavenly Fortune Stealing Mirror you acquired yesterday," Ji Xue demanded coldly, taking a sharp step forward. "A decadent, pill-stuffed merchant prince like you is unworthy of possessing an Imperial-tier relic! Hand it over to the Supreme Frost Sect, or I shall freeze your cultivation base and drag you to our northern peak for judgment!"
Up in the main palace pavilion, Patriarch Lu Tian and Madam Lin were watching from a crystal viewing mirror while enjoying tea.
"Lu Tian," Madam Lin said softly, casually taking a bite of a spiritual pastry. "That girl from the Supreme Frost Sect is quite rude. Should we send our shadow elders to erase her warship?"
Patriarch Lu Tian laughed quietly, a sharp, calculating glint in his small eyes. "No need, wife. The Supreme Frost Sect has been trying to expand their trade influence into our southern territory for years. Sending their prized Saintess here is just a test to measure our reaction. Let Chen'er play with her. If she steps out of line, we will use it as an excuse to seize three of their northern jade mines."
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Back in the courtyard, Lu Chen let out a low, amused laugh.
"Hand over my mirror?" Lu Chen stood up slowly, adjusting his purple ribbon. His crimson hair swayed softly as he took two deliberate steps toward her. "Miss Ji Xue, you seem to think that because you carry the title of Saintess, everyone must bow to your demands." Find the original chapter at novelping dot com.
[Ding!]
[Quest Triggered: Put the Arrogant Saintess in Her Place!]
[Objective: Subdue Saintess Ji Xue and her four elders without taking a single life or spilling blood! Teach her true humility!]
[Reward: 30,000 System Points, 1x Imperial Grade Phantom Displacement Boots!]
Lu Chen smiled warmly. Thirty thousand points? Excellent.
He turned his head slightly toward Ye Qingxian, winking at her. "Qingxian, fetch the new batch of Blood-Boiling Aphrodisiac Powder and the Vague Illusion Dust."
Ye Qingxian’s eyes widened slightly, her cheeks warming up instantly, but she immediately nodded, pulling two sleek silver vials from her pouch.
Ji Xue scoffed, drawing her shimmering frost blade. "Pills and powders? You dare use trash alchemy against a Core Formation sword cultivator?! Elders, capture him!"
The four iron-armored elders let out deafening roars, leaping into the air with their massive battle axes raised, aiming straight for Lu Chen!
"Qingxian, deploy!" Lu Chen ordered smoothly.
Ye Qingxian uncorked the silver vials and flicked her wrist. A dense, shimmering cloud of pink and violet mist exploded into the courtyard, instantly engulfing the four charging elders and the surrounding area!
"Hmph! Weak tricks!" the lead elder sneered, channeling his spiritual energy to blow the mist away—
Snort!
The moment the elders inhaled the pink mist, their eyes turned bloodshot. The Blood-Boiling Aphrodisiac Toxin mixed with Vague Illusion Dust entered their bloodstream instantly, causing their hearts to hammer violently while their minds were filled with wild, distorted hallucinations!
"URGH!"
"WHAT IS THIS?! MY BLOOD... IT'S ON FIRE!"
"BEAUTY! WHERE IS THE BEAUTY?!"
The four iron-armored elders completely lost their minds! Instead of attacking Lu Chen, they turned toward each other, their faces flushed bright red as they began wildly wrestling, hugging, and tackling one another onto the frozen stone floor in complete, chaotic madness!
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU FOOLS?!" Ji Xue screamed in horror, stepping back in utter shock as she watched her proud sect elders rolling on the ground like confused, excited beasts!
Before she could process the sheer absurdity of the situation, a subtle, lotus-scented breeze brushed past her ear.
Whoosh!
Lu Chen’s figure vanished from his spot, reappearing directly in front of her like a phantom!
Ji Xue’s heart skipped a beat. She instinctively thrust her icy sword forward— This chapter is updated first at novelping.com.
Lu Chen casually sidestepped the blade with supreme elegance. He reached out with his left hand, grabbing her slender wrist and twisting it gently, causing her frost sword to clatter onto the ground.
"You—!" Ji Xue gasped, raising her long, sleek right leg to deliver a high, deadly kick aimed straight at Lu Chen’s temple!
Lu Chen’s purple eyes gleamed with mischief. Instead of blocking, he reached down with lightning speed, catching her long, smooth, jade-like leg mid-air by the ankle!
Ji Xue froze, caught entirely off-balance on one leg, held firmly in Lu Chen’s grasp!
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! LET GO OF ME, YOU RUFFIAN!" Ji Xue flushed bright crimson, struggling furiously as she felt his warm, strong fingers wrapped around her smooth ankle.
Lu Chen didn't let go. Instead, he pulled her leg slightly higher, stepping closer until her face was barely inches from his. He looked her right in her flustered, furious eyes, his deep voice carrying an intoxicating, dangerously teasing tone.
"Miss Ji Xue..." Lu Chen whispered, his warm breath brushing against her blushing cheeks. "You came all the way to my house, destroyed my tiles, and now you're trying to hit me with your beautiful legs?"
"YOU—RELEASE ME THIS INSTANT!" Ji Xue shrieked, her proud Saintess persona shattering into complete flustered panic.
"Release you?" Lu Chen chuckled villainously. He shifted his grip, using her momentum to spin her around, using her own long, sleek leg to smack the backside of one of the wrestling elders who was crawling near them!
SLAP!
"AAAGH!" the elder yelped in his hallucinating state, rolling away in confusion.
"DO YOU REMEMBER YOUR FATHER?!" Lu Chen asked cheerfully, holding her leg in place while looking down at her blushing, stunned face. "Or did the Supreme Frost Sect forget to teach you how to treat your future master?!"
Ji Xue was completely speechless, her mind short-circuiting as she hung there, flustered, humiliated, and utterly helpless against his absurd, non-lethal martial style!
Behind them, Ye Qingxian held her breath, trying—and failing—to suppress a soft, breathless giggle as she watched her Young Master work his magic once again.
[Ding!]
[Quest Completed: 'Put the Arrogant Saintess in Her Place'!]
[You subdued Saintess Ji Xue and her elders without spilling a single drop of blood or causing lethal harm, inflicting 100% emotional shock and romantic confusion!]
[Rewards Issued: 30,000 System Points!]
[Specia
l Reward Issued: 1x Imperial Grade Phantom Displacement Boots!]