Chapter 239: Chapter 213: Charge, Charge, Charge! Don’t Turn Back

"There’s no need for this, Thirteenth Prince. Since you have been persecuted by the Dark Night Elf Clan, we of the Hill Giant Race are willing to escort you back to your territory!" The prince of the Hill Giant Race finally stepped forward.

He knew his chances of marrying the Seventh Princess were practically zero.

Besides, now that he knew the Seventh Princess wanted the Thirteenth Prince dead, he certainly had no intention of marrying her. Therefore, if he took this opportunity to form an alliance with the Wood Elf Race, he could return to his clan with a notable achievement under his belt.

After all, the Wood Elf Race was extremely powerful.

"Hey, the Hill Giant Race wants to steal him away?! Prince Jami, if you would do me the honor, my one hundred Beast Race warriors are willing to escort you back to the Elf Territory!" The Third Prince of the Beast Race flared up in anger before turning to Gao Neng with an exceptionally warm expression. He had a plan of his own.

As a prince of the Beast Race, he was proud.

His pride made it impossible for him to pursue a princess who had just been spurned, no matter how beautiful she was.

"Thirteenth Prince, we of the Northern Cave Race are willing as well!"

"We of the Lizard Race are also willing!"

"..."

More princes immediately stood up. They had all realized the key to the situation: if a marriage alliance with the Dark Night Elf Clan fell through, they would ally with the Wood Elf Race instead.

In that instant, the situation took a stunning turn.

Seventh Princess Wu Dingxiang’s face alternated between pale and flushed; she was clearly incandescent with rage.

The Elf Queen and the presiding Great Elf also looked grim. They truly hadn’t expected things to escalate to this point.

’Let Gao Neng go?’

’Impossible!’

The Dark Night Elf Clan had been utterly humiliated during this matchmaking ceremony.

There was no way they would let Gao Neng go.

But if they didn’t let him go, what could they do? Were they really going to kill this fake Thirteenth Prince in front of all the other princes?

"Thank you all for your help, Princes. I, Jami, am eternally grateful!" Gao Neng was now thanking the princes profusely. By securing the protection of these powerful figures, he could finally make his escape.

’As long as I can get out of the Elf Royal City.’

’I can escape on my Flying Earth Dragon.’

"Don’t be so formal, Prince Jami! How about we go for a drink? Tomorrow, I will escort you back to the Wood Elf Territory," the Beastman Prince offered.

"Tomorrow?" Gao Neng glanced at the sky. It wasn’t even noon yet; he felt it would be better to leave immediately. "If it’s possible, I’d like to leave right now."

"Thirteenth Prince, why such a hurry?"

Before the Beastman Prince could reply, a voice suddenly echoed from the sky.

This annoyed the Beastman Prince. Just as he was about to shout a retort, a figure descended from the sky, landing directly in front of him and Gao Neng.

An Angel!

With a pair of pure white wings!

The Angel wore a suit of ice-blue battle armor, and her long, black hair cascaded down to her waist. A cold aura emanated from her.

She was an exceptionally beautiful Angel.

If the Seventh Princess’s beauty was the unique, ethereal grace of the elves, then the Angel before him embodied the supreme nobility and immaculate purity of the Angel race.

Mu Feifei!

Gao Neng recognized the Angel before him. Though they had only met once, he remembered her vividly, as she was the first Angel from another race he had ever seen.

The Beastman Prince, who had been about to shout back, visibly froze when he saw Mu Feifei. Then, a rare flicker of fear crept across his face.

"Ninth Princess?!" The Beastman Prince subconsciously took a step back.

Although the various races each had their own territories, they interacted quite frequently. As a result, they had a fairly good idea of who they could afford to provoke and who they couldn’t.

And Mu Feifei of the Celestial Race...

...was one of the few individuals the princes from any race dared not provoke.

The reason was simple: they couldn’t defeat her.

Among the other races, strength was paramount. To put it simply, their method for resolving disputes was a trial by combat.

If a conflict arose between two princes, they could issue a direct challenge, assuming they were of comparable strength.

It was a challenge that could not be refused.

And after the duel, whether you lived or died was left to fate.

The terrifying thing about Mu Feifei was...

She had initiated seventeen challenges in total and held an undefeated record. As for the seventeen royals she had challenged, they were now either hanging from trees or soaking in ponds.

Not a single one of them had "survived."

"Move," Mu Feifei said coldly to the Third Prince of the Beast Race.

"Right away!" The Third Prince of the Beast Race immediately scrambled to the side, not daring to make a peep. His attitude was a night-and-day difference from how he had treated the prince of the Hill Giant Race.

In truth, you couldn’t blame him.

The territories of the Celestial Race and the Beast Race were adjacent. While there were no major wars between them, minor conflicts were common, which naturally led to opportunities for them to clash.

He had far too many painful memories...

So naturally, the Third Prince of the Beast Race instantly backed down.

The other princes also took a step back the moment they saw Mu Feifei. Her reputation was in a completely different league from someone like the Celestial Race’s Sixth Prince.

If not for the Celestial Race’s rule that the Clan King must be male, there would be no need to even select the next one.

Gao Neng also sensed that something was wrong.

He knew Mu Feifei was strong. Back in the underground factory, she had been the one to injure Shen Ning’Er, although Shen Ning’Er had been exhausted at the time.

But even in that state, Shen Ning’Er wasn’t someone an ordinary person could get close to.

"Her Majesty the Queen!" Mu Feifei gave a slight bow to the Elf Queen.

"Ninth Princess, you’ve come because..." The Elf Queen looked a little surprised. Clearly, Mu Feifei’s appearance was not something she had arranged beforehand.

"I heard my Seventh Sister was seeking a husband, so I came to see for myself."

"I see."

"So this is the future husband my Seventh Sister has chosen? The Thirteenth Prince of the Wood Elf Race!" Mu Feifei’s gaze shifted to Seventh Princess Wu Dingxiang.

"He is..." The Seventh Princess gritted her teeth.

"Mm, Seventh Sister has excellent taste. It’s just that this Thirteenth Prince’s heart already belongs to another, and he’s rather unwilling. What a shame to let this union go," Mu Feifei continued.

"Sister Jiu, have you been here long?" The Seventh Princess was a little surprised to hear this.

"For a little while. Why don’t you let me handle this matter? Would Her Majesty the Queen and the Seventh Princess have any objections?" Mu Feifei quickly got to the point.

"Then we’ll leave it in your hands, Ninth Princess!" The Elf Queen and Seventh Princess exchanged a look and quickly nodded.

Mu Feifei finally turned her gaze back to Gao Neng.

Her eyes were filled with cold indifference.

Her face was an emotionless mask as she quietly looked Gao Neng up and down a few times. Then, she took two steps and stood directly in front of him.

"..." Gao Neng didn’t back down, meeting her gaze calmly.

"The Thirteenth Prince is injured?" Mu Feifei’s gaze fell on Gao Neng’s arm. Then, she reached out her hand.

Before Gao Neng had time to dodge...

...Mu Feifei yanked the arrow out.

SCHLICK!

Blood spurted out.

"This is Healing Medicine from the Celestial Race. The Thirteenth Prince can use it to staunch the bleeding," Mu Feifei said, producing a vial of Healing Medicine.

"Mm, thanks." Gao Neng took it and put the Healing Medicine into the Spatial Ring he had acquired, but he didn’t use it.

"Why aren’t you using it, Thirteenth Prince?" Mu Feifei asked, puzzled.

"That’s a strange question, Ninth Princess. I thought you were unparalleled in strength, but I never expected your knowledge to be so common. Surely you’re not telling me you don’t know about the abilities of our Wood Elf Race?" Gao Neng shot Mu Feifei a contemptuous look and then held up his arm.

The wound from the arrow was healing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Very quickly, the bleeding stopped.

"The self-healing ability of the Elf Race!"

"He really is a Wood Elf royal! That self-healing ability is so powerful!"

"How can it possibly heal that fast?"

The other princes watched this unfold, their faces a mixture of shock and envy.

As for Mu Feifei, her indifferent expression finally showed a flicker of emotion. She subconsciously furrowed her brow.

But she quickly reverted to her cold expression.

In fact, it wasn’t just her. The Elf Queen and the presiding Great Elf also frowned deeply.

They naturally guessed what Mu Feifei was up to.

’But this isn’t right!’

’The person impersonating the Thirteenth Prince is supposed to be an ordinary elf guard. Even if he has a self-healing ability, it couldn’t possibly be this powerful.’

Just as the other princes had said...

Only members of the Elf Royal Race who had the chance to eat the ’Immortal Fruit’ could possess this level of self-healing.

’So, is this Thirteenth Prince before our eyes really a member of the Elf Royal Race?’

’But that makes even less sense!’

The Spatial Ring and the High-tier Longbow engraved with the Seventh Princess’s name were both items they had prepared.

’What in the world is going on?’

"Did you... eat the one that belonged to me...?"

"Seventh Sister!" Mu Feifei cut the Seventh Princess off, her gaze turning frosty. "Didn’t we agree that you’d let me handle this?"

"Yes, Sister Jiu!" The Seventh Princess gritted her teeth and retreated two steps.

"Thirteenth Prince, you’ve had quite a scare during your visit to the Elf Royal City. How about you rest for two days before leaving? After two days, I will personally open the city gates for you!"

"And what if I don’t agree?" ’Gao Neng’s heart skipped a beat.’

’Two days!’

’I can’t wait two days.’

’I want to leave now, the sooner the better.’

’Too much can change in two days. On top of that, with Mu Feifei’s sudden appearance, heaven knows what might happen. I just want to leave right away.’

"Bernie!" Mu Feifei ignored Gao Neng, turning her gaze to the Third Prince of the Beast Race, who had retreated to the side.

"Present, present! What are your orders, Ninth Princess?" The Third Prince of the Beast Race immediately stepped forward with a fawningly pleasant attitude.

"We’ll rest for two days before leaving. Do you have any objections?" Mu Feifei said coldly.

"No objections at all! We’ll do whatever the Ninth Princess says! We came all this way, why would we want to go back so soon!" Bernie, the Third Prince of the Beast Race, immediately thumped his chest and declared.

"And the rest of you?" Mu Feifei looked toward the other princes.

"None, none! We have no objections!" the other princes immediately chorused.

"Thirteenth Prince, since none of them are leaving, if you insist on going now, you’ll have to return to your territory alone. We couldn’t possibly feel at ease with that!" Mu Feifei finally turned back to Gao Neng.

"..." Gao Neng was speechless.

’He finally understood Mu Feifei’s methods. From the moment she appeared, she hadn’t wasted a single motion. She had detained him cleanly and decisively.’

’And for two days, no less.’

’She had done it so masterfully that he couldn’t even find a reason to refuse.’

’So this was the legendary ’cutting the Gordian knot,’ huh?’

In a situation like this, there was only one thing he wanted to say to Mu Feifei: ’Gan Liniang!!!’