Chapter 115: Two Handsome Men

Musu simply stood there, quietly watching the two performers put on their little show. The fact that a woman like this had appeared in the Mountains of Myriad Gods was an obvious trap, and he had no idea what Zhou Tian was thinking. Not only was he playing along, he was acting as though he were some warmhearted and righteous gentleman.

“I wonder, Miss Lingyu, how old are you?”

The three of them walked in the direction Lingyu had indicated as Zhou Tian asked the question.

Lingyu maintained a safe distance from Zhou Tian. Hearing his question, she could not help feeling secretly pleased. No one could ignore her unparalleled beauty. In a soft, gentle voice, she replied,

“I turned eighteen this year.”

“Such a lovely age. Miss Lingyu, you are so beautiful. I wonder if you have a boyfriend… or any particularly close male friends?”

Zhou Tian nodded and continued.

“Not at the moment.”

Lingyu felt even more pleased inwardly, though her expression remained perfectly composed.

“Oh? That’s wonderful.”

A smile spread across Zhou Tian’s face. He slapped Musu on the shoulder and said, “Miss Lingyu, what do you think of my little brother here? He may look a bit slow and clueless, but he’s handsome, immensely talented, and he’s about to become a god. Making your move now would be a sure thing.”

Musu, dragged into the conversation without warning, glared fiercely at Zhou Tian before turning to Lingyu with an apologetic expression.

“Miss, please don’t take him seriously. My… elder brother has a rather erratic mind. He was only joking just now. Please don’t take it to heart.”

Lingyu forced a smile and indicated that she did not mind, but a storm of thoughts was raging inside her.

Why are you in such a hurry to explain? Do you look down on me?

Zhou Tian, meanwhile, wore an expression of righteous indignation.

“Little brother, what exactly do you mean by that? You don’t like Miss Lingyu? So what if she’s a little plump and her brain is a little small? She’s beautiful! Aren’t you pursuing justice? Haven’t you heard that beauty is justice? This is the justice you’ve been seeking!”

Musu turned his head away. He did not want to say a single word, much less pay attention to Zhou Tian, who had become completely possessed by his role.

Lingyu stared fixedly at Zhou Tian, her chest heaving violently. She had finally seen through him. Zhou Tian was mocking her in the most roundabout way possible.

“Since you already saw through me, why did you continue acting along with me?”

Purple radiance flashed across Lingyu’s body. Her previously tattered clothes, which had left far too much exposed, became perfectly intact. Her eyes turned purple, and an enchanting aura spread from her entire body, giving her a decadent, alluring beauty.

“Gulana, Dark God—the Little Fairy’s full transformation?”

Zhou Tian tried to test a password.

“Stop changing the subject!”

Lingyu no longer resembled the frail and delicate girl from before. She was like a queen, a cold glint flashing in her eyes. Purple light flickered in her hand, and a purple energy whip lashed viciously against a nearby tree.

With a sharp crack, the ancient tree split apart and collapsed, sending dust billowing through the air.

“Since you wanted to play games with us, we played along. Who would have thought your mental capacity was so poor?”

Zhou Tian returned to his normal demeanor and spoke in a completely unconcerned tone.

“What is your relationship with the Ashes Sect?”

Lingyu asked coldly. She had just remembered that some time ago, the Ashes Sect had loudly proclaimed that they had found the Ash God’s divine heir. Many sects had scoffed at them. Divine miracles had not appeared in years, yet they claimed that they had simply found the heir. Apparently, that heir was named Anduin.

“The Ashes Sect? They’re a lovable bunch. Much more lovable than the people from the Sacred God Church. They’re also very trustworthy and have excellent character. As for our relationship, we were partners for a while, and now we’re friends.”

Zhou Tian stroked his chin as he spoke.

Lovable?

The corner of Lingyu’s mouth twitched. This was the first time she had ever heard anyone describe the Ashes Sect that way.

But at Zhou Tian’s latter words, her thoughts stirred.

“The Sacred God Church? You have ties with them as well? Did you have anything to do with the chaos in Sailer City?”

Zhou Tian gave her a helpless smile.

“Have you turned into an intelligence agent now?”

“Since you asked, I might as well tell you. The little brother beside me just abandoned the Lord of the Sacred Gods. The chaos in Sailer City was entirely planned by him from behind the scenes.”

He had abandoned the Lord of the Sacred Gods?

Lingyu was speechless at Zhou Tian’s peculiar way of putting things.

“Now it’s my turn to ask a question. What do you really think of my little brother here?”

Lingyu fell silent for a moment. Then energy erupted from her body, and the purple whip in her hand lashed out. It moved like a snake—cunning, agile, and as swift as lightning—cracking toward Zhou Tian.

Musu’s brows drew together.

You want to touch my elder brother? Did you ask me first?

The long sword in his hand burst into dazzling light. He lunged forward and cleaved out a brilliant arc of sacred sword energy, but the whip shattered it. With a nimble twist, the whip struck Musu, who had been rushing forward, and sent him flying.

A wound split open across his chest. Purple energy swirled within it, corroding his body.

Musu was clearly no match for Lingyu. She had probably reached the Dharma Form Realm, while Musu was at most in the Three Treasuries Realm. If Lingyu had not wanted to keep him alive, that single strike would have killed him outright.

Zhou Tian frowned slightly and waved his hand. A massive dark wind blade shot toward Lingyu. It was an attack he had sealed away from the winged creature earlier, and he now unleashed it.

Lingyu’s expression changed dramatically. As she watched the wind blade appear out of nowhere, she sensed a lethal threat from it.

The overlords of the Mountains of Myriad Gods were each comparable to saints. Their attacks were naturally far beyond anything Lingyu could withstand.

Purple light flared brilliantly. Just as the wind blade was about to reach Lingyu, a shield rose before her. At the point where the two collided, runes flickered in and out of existence, blocking the wind blade.

When the dust settled, a young woman in a sand-colored robe stood before Lingyu. She had conjured the purple shield just moments ago. Her appearance bore some resemblance to Lingyu, but she wore a gentle smile, and an air of mature femininity radiated from her entire body.

With a wave of her hand, she drew the purple energy out of Musu’s body. Milky-white light appeared over the wound in his chest, and the torn flesh began to heal slowly.

Zhou Tian raised an eyebrow.

Was this her way of showing goodwill? As expected of a married woman—not only were her breasts larger than Lingyu’s, but her brain was bigger too.

“Gentlemen, my daughter was rude just now.”

The woman spoke softly, her voice clear as an echo in an empty valley.

As if you weren’t watching from the sidelines just now. You didn’t come out when she was bullying us, but the moment I seemed a little formidable, you jumped out.

Zhou Tian cursed inwardly. Still, since the other party had softened her attitude and Musu was unharmed, he wanted to see what they were really after.

“It’s nothing. I’m merely curious—why did the two of you take an interest in us handsome men?”

The expression on the woman’s face became somewhat strange. After a brief silence, she said, “You misunderstand us. I merely wished to invite you both as guests. My daughter is simply too playful, which led to this misunderstanding.”

“Oh. I thought you were planning to violate us and then kill us.”

Zhou Tian smiled awkwardly.