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Whether it was the true Mingyue or the false one before him, both possessed an ethereal grace, with a face that could only be described as a Peerless Beauty. The beauty was not only exquisite but also full and voluptuous. The demon race differed from humans merely in their Three Souls and Seven Spirits, as their physical structures were entirely the same.
In the Soul World, humans occupied the mainstream, while the Sea Tribe dominated the boundless oceans. The Barbarians held vast lands in the western regions, the Snow Tribe resided in the Northern Region, and the Fire Tribe inhabited the Southern Region. The demon race primarily settled in the western regions as well, living among the jungles.
Humans had their own Three Souls and Seven Spirits, and so did other races. The only distinction was that the aura emanating from human souls was different from that of other races. For instance, the aura revealed by demons was filled with the essence of beasts.
Intermarriage between humans and foreign races was not a rare occurrence in the Soul World.
Mingyue's figure was unparalleled, her beauty unmatched; what was most remarkable was her towering stature contrasted with her delicate waist, creating an endless allure.
Wei Chen felt as if his eyes were about to leap out at Mingyue. He stared intently at her, his throat moving up and down awkwardly.
He was not a man of pretense but rather a passionate youth; how could he withstand such beauty?
However, suddenly echoing in his mind was Zhao Yu's cries, that pitiful woman whose whereabouts were unknown. His childhood friend, Sister Wei Rou, was also lost to him, and he had no idea how she fared.
It was easy to possess a woman's body, but the responsibility that came with it was something Wei Chen did not wish to bear. Mingyue was a living maiden; once he acted on impulse, could he truly let her go? If he kept her by his side, how could he still think of going to save people in the Ling Sheng Dynasty?
"Having such a stunning beauty by my side would be a 'disaster' wherever I go; it would be completely self-inflicted trouble. If my strength were sufficient, possessing such a woman would be an exquisite matter; but right now, my power is too weak—it's just a huge hassle."
Wei Chen forcibly suppressed his rising desires with a sigh. He took a few steps back and said, "Put on your clothes; I’m not in the mood for that right now."
Mingyue's face showed disappointment, but soon that expression was replaced by relief and calmness. After all, she was an untouched maiden facing such matters—how could she not feel fear?
"Thank you, my lord." After putting on her clothes, it took her some time to muster those few words. Wei Chen smiled nonchalantly, considering it a good deed while inadvertently causing trouble for the Chu Family worth millions of gold.
"My name is Qingyue from the Jurchen. If you ever find yourself in the territory of the Western Demon Clan, feel free to seek me out."
"Calmly," she said, yet tears sparkled at the corners of her eyes. She gazed deeply at Wei Chen and continued, "I have already repaid Mister Mu's kindness. Since you do not wish to have my body, I will change my appearance and leave now. You are a good person; I hope you stay safe."
With that, under Wei Chen's astonished gaze, Qingyue reached up and brushed her face. Instantly, her appearance underwent a tremendous transformation. If it weren't for Wei Chen watching, one would never guess that this plain-looking woman was the once stunning beauty, Qingyue.
The woman before him, aside from her graceful figure, bore no trace of beauty on her face; she had become quite ordinary, even somewhat unattractive.
Qingyue slipped into the bed and drew the curtains. Soon after, she changed into a loose set of coarse linen clothes that wrapped around her beautiful form. The outfit was utterly unsuitable for her figure, making her appear extremely bulky.
Moreover, it seemed that Qingyue had applied something to her skin; it had turned rough and dull yellow, losing the previous delicate fairness.
Wei Chen was utterly taken aback. Was this really the same person?
"Young Master, this is a unique method of changing appearance used by Demon Royalty. It is difficult for ordinary people to recognize me. I will be safe and can return to the demon territory without issue. It won't be long before news of the internal conflict among the demons spreads. When you come back in a few years, Qingyue will lead the entire demon clan to welcome you."
Qingyue bowed deeply to Wei Chen and then hesitated no longer. She quickly exited through the door and vanished from his sight in an instant.
Wei Chen stood there in shock; the implications of Qingyue's words were overwhelming.
"Could it be that this woman is a princess of the demon clan who was forced to leave their territory? If she returns, can she bring people to seize the throne? Musa treated her like a commodity for sale—what kind of kindness is that?"
Wei Chen couldn't make sense of it all and summoned a maid to request an audience with Musa.
It was already late at night, yet Mist Rain Tower remained lively. Musa was still drinking with some Young Masters when he found Wei Chen, his eyes glazed with drunkenness.
"Brother Wei, did Mingyue not serve you well?"
"No, Brother Mu. I have something to inquire about; I hope you can answer truthfully."
"Of course, who are we to each other? Please, Brother Wei." Musa's words were slurred, clearly affected by the alcohol he had consumed.
Brother Wei nodded and said, "Mingyue's real name is Qingyue; she is of royal blood from the demon clan. Please tell me about her situation in detail."
Musa squinted, the effects of the alcohol wearing off significantly. "Brother Wei, did Qingyue end up with you?"
"Yes," Wei Chen replied with a nod.
"I truly admire you. In such a short time, you've managed to make Miss Qingyue obedient," Musa said, giving Wei Chen a thumbs-up, his face filled with suggestive amusement.
Wei Chen shook his head with a wry smile. "Qingyue has already left; I didn't do anything to her."
"Oh? I never expected Brother Wei to remain unperturbed in such circumstances. I feel quite embarrassed," Musa chuckled, pausing for a moment before continuing. "I know that Qingyue is from the demon clan and holds an unusual status. However, I wasn't aware she was of royal lineage. About half a year ago, I rescued her from a group of demons trying to kill her. That's when I noticed she resembled Liaodu's Moonlight Consort and thought of making some profit. To repay my gratitude, she agreed. Now that I've received my payment, her fate is no longer my concern."
Wei Chen nodded in understanding. "In that case, let her be. Since you received money from the Chu Family, I've also done you a favor; it seems we both came out ahead."
"Sigh, Brother Wei, someone like Qingyue is a top beauty even among the demon clan known for its stunning women. I can't believe you let her go; I really don't know what to say."
"Being unencumbered allows one to feel light and free; why add unnecessary worries? You run such a large establishment as Mist Rain Tower and still manage to remain untouched by the chaos around you," Wei Chen retorted, and they exchanged knowing smiles.
At that moment, they both realized they were cut from the same cloth—true men who prioritized their careers over fleeting romantic entanglements.
Musa's endurance was far beyond that of ordinary people.
The next day, Wei Chen and Chu Feng returned to the Chu Family estate. Chu Feng was baffled by Wei Chen's decision to let Mingyue go; was one night with such a beauty really enough?
But since the favor had been done, Wei Chen could handle things as he pleased. Chu Feng could only think how unfortunate it was…
"Brother Wei, it should take another two or three hours to explore the Eighth Rank Soul Realm Expert's ruins. Let's rest at my humble abode during this time."
Inside the carriage, Chu Feng no longer inquired about Mingyue and casually chatted with Wei Chen.
Wei Chen also didn't want to waste any more time. Cultivation was important, and reaching the Third Rank Fate Soul Realm as soon as possible was the priority, so he smiled in agreement.
The Mist Rain Tower was quite a distance from the Chu family's residence. It was morning, and the streets were gradually becoming busier. Wushuang City had been bustling lately, with countless people from the Sui Kingdom seeking refuge from the chaos of war.
Coincidentally, Wei Chen spotted an acquaintance from the Cloud Spirit Sect.
"Isn't that Xiao Xuan, who became an outer disciple with me? What is he doing here?"
A young man dressed in fine brocade hurried down the street, flanked by two attendants.
Wei Chen squinted his eyes and thought, "Xiao Xuan's family conspired with the royal family to overthrow the Cloud Spirit Sect. He should be in the royal city of Sui Kingdom; what is he doing in Wushuang City?"
"Chu brother, I have some personal matters to attend to. You head back first, and I'll come to your residence once I'm done."
Wei Chen called out as he jumped off the carriage, and Chu Feng had no reason to stop him.
"Ober, I leave it to you," Chu Feng said, cupping his fists toward the coachman. The elderly man, who was over fifty, quickly blended into the crowd without drawing attention.
Wei Chen cautiously followed behind Xiao Xuan and his companions. Thanks to the bustling crowd, he remained unnoticed. However, it seemed that he also didn't notice that the Chu family's coachman was trailing him.
After a moment, Xiao Xuan and his two companions entered a secluded alleyway, turned a few corners, and slipped into an old courtyard.
Wei Chen waited under the courtyard wall for a while. Once he heard that there were no more footsteps inside, he leaped over the wall and landed lightly on his feet, stealthily approaching a window.
Voices could be heard from inside.
“Father, I’ve gathered information. Recently, Wushuang City has been in chaos, with many refugees coming from the Sui Kingdom. I've already contacted the City Guard Army and Chuxiong; we can proceed according to the original plan.”
It was Xiao Xuan's voice.
“That’s excellent. The emergence of the Sea Tribe has disrupted our plans, making it nearly impossible to report to the Soul Palace. If we succeed this time and take Wushuang City, it would mean occupying half of Liao Kingdom. At that point…”
Wei Chen speculated that the speaker was likely Xiao Xuan's father, Xiao Lang, who held a significant position in the Sui Kingdom as the Vice Marshal of its military, renowned for his numerous achievements, second only to Iron Battle.
“Hehe, Father, at that time you will be the Emperor of the Sui Kingdom. Liao Kingdom won’t be able to hold out for long; the surrounding dynasties will all bow at your feet. Establishing a prosperous empire wouldn’t be impossible,” Xiao Xuan flattered boldly.
Xiao Lang chuckled darkly, “The Soul Palace is a significant threat. Inviting wolves into our home could lead to unforeseen consequences. However, I believe the Soul Palace won’t take much interest in our region; we simply need to offer them tributes every year.”
“That’s great! As long as we establish an empire, we’ll have endless wealth. Offering some to the Soul Palace won’t matter much and will also show that we have their backing. In that case, our status will be as solid as a mountain,” Xiao Xuan said with pride.
“The urgent task is to take Wushuang City. Chuxiong’s position within the Chu Family is quite awkward; although he holds some military power, he can never become the head of the family. Once Wushuang City is in our grasp, Chuxiong must die—every member of the Chu Family must perish,” Xiao Lang said fiercely.
“Indeed. Chuxiong told me that soon members from Chuliang’s faction will go searching for the Eighth Rank Soul Realm Expert's ruins, and the strongest member of the Chu Family, Chu Liuxiang, will join them.”
“Very well! That will be our best opportunity to strike!”
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