Nine Nether Dragon Emperor-Chapter 282: Don’t worry, Brother Xuan has face blindness!

In the teahouse, after Ning Xuan and his group had left, the remaining patrons breathed a collective sigh of relief.

"That was close!"

"Thank goodness we didn't badmouth Ning Xuan! We'd be dead otherwise!"

"I remember now! That maid of his is the new Saintess of Su Yue Zhuai!"

"Is that true?"

"Of course it's true! Su Yue Zhuai held a grand ceremony for her. I went to watch it myself! There's no mistake!"

"Doesn't Su Yue Zhuai have a grudge against Ning Xuan? How did their Saintess become his..."

"The man is defying the heavens!"

"First the Royal Family, then Su Yue Zhuai... Does that mean next is..."

As these words were spoken, everyone gasped. Immediately, several people left, all heading in the direction of the Martial God Temple.

Su Yue Zhuai, one of the three great powers, had already compromised. The Dao Xuan Institute's relationship with Ning Xuan was ambiguous. It wasn't hard to guess what Ning Xuan would do next. For anyone else, attacking the Martial God Temple alone was suicide. But if that person was Ning Xuan, it was an entirely different story. After all, he had done this sort of thing more than once. Setting aside distant events, hadn't he already plundered the Martial God Temple's Sub-Hall in Dong Cang, as well as the Star Moon Pavilion, a subordinate of Su Yue Zhuai?

In response, the two great powers had been furious. Yet now, Ning Xuan was not only unharmed but had also subjugated the Saintess of Su Yue Zhuai. Thankfully, they were unaware that Yuan Yurong was shamelessly following him of her own accord. Otherwise, they would have gone mad, cursing the injustice of it all.

However, Su Yue Zhuai had not compromised as they speculated.

Meanwhile, in a grand residence in The Capital of Dong Cang Country, Su Yue Zhuai had established its base of operations.

"What did you say?!" A graceful, beautiful middle-aged woman—Yuan Yurong's master, Yuan Xueying—could hardly believe what she had just heard.

The old woman repeated her report.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! I know Yurong's character. How could she possibly follow that boy!" Yuan Xueying was adamant. She had raised Yuan Yurong like her own daughter. How could she...

"Tell me, what trickery did that boy use?!" Yuan Xueying's question left the others baffled. "You must have suffered at his hands and allowed him to kidnap Yurong. Fearing my wrath, you came up with this excuse, didn't you!"

The group opposite her began to protest, but she cut them off.

"Enough! I don't need your explanations! Just tell me, where did he go?!"

They all shook their heads.

Yuan Xueying was practically shaking with fury.

"Get out!"

With a wave of her sleeve that was like a gust of wind sweeping away fallen leaves, the group vanished from her sight. Immediately afterward, she also disappeared.

In an inn, Si Lanyi entered Yun Wangshu's room and silently handed her a note. Yun Wangshu's expression turned odd as she read it.

The note was in Yuan Yurong's handwriting, intended for her master. Its contents, however, made the two women look at each other in dismay. Yuan Yurong was actually trying to persuade her master to defect and join their side.

"Master, what should we do?" Si Lanyi asked, clearly troubled.

Feeling unsettled by her disciple's gaze, Yun Wangshu quickly declared, "We must nip this in the bud! This idea must be stamped out before it can even begin!"

To her surprise, however, Si Lanyi suggested, "Master, maybe we should help her. It sounds like her master is highly cultivated. If she were to join us, she'd be a powerful ally."

Yun Wangshu blurted out, "Aren't you afraid of her peerless beauty?"

Si Lanyi chuckled. "No need to worry. Brother Xuan is face-blind."

Yun Wangshu's mouth twitched, but she held her ground. Who knows if this girl is setting a trap? I can't compromise! 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Si Lanyi spoke again in a dead-serious tone. "I trust him, just as I trust you, Master."

Yun Wangshu was speechless. Silly girl! I'm afraid that if she joins, I... ahem... won't be able to control myself!

"Alright, I agree," Yun Wangshu said, changing her mind for reasons unknown.

Si Lanyi immediately brightened. "I'll go get Sister Wawa! We can plan how to help together!"

「Five days later.」

"Fairy Sister, this is for you."

Yuan Xueying, who had grown accustomed to these odd deliveries, accepted another letter. After reading its contents and toying with a jade hairpin in her hand, she was now mostly convinced.

A day later, in a quiet alley, Yuan Xueying finally came face to face with her disciple.

"You wretched girl, have you lost your mind?! You threw away your fine position as Saintess to become a maid! And as if that weren't enough, you're now trying to drag me down with you!" Yuan Xueying launched into a tirade the moment she saw her.

"Master, everything I said is true! I heard he has all sorts of wonderful things. Here, look at this!" Yuan Yurong sidled up with a giddy smile, handing a diagram to Yuan Xueying.

Yuan Xueying unrolled it, her curiosity piqued. "What is this?"

"It's called a Mobile Villa, and its main function is..." Yuan Yurong described it vividly, her beautiful eyes shining with excitement.

She had spent most of the past few days with Wawa, who, being completely guileless, had told her everything. At first, Yuan Yurong found it all as incomprehensible as a divine scripture. Later, however, deep envy and longing took root in her heart, making her feel incredibly fortunate for the decision she had made.

"Master, Young Master Ning can run rampant even in the Cloud Summit Heavenly Palace of the Upper Realm, and he even refused to ascend the Heavenly Ladder. Where do you think his ambitions lie?" Yuan Yurong asked after relaying everything she knew in the quickest, simplest terms.

Yuan Xueying didn't respond. She was simply astounded. A great sense of yearning welled up inside her. As someone with a prominent position in Su Yue Zhuai, she naturally understood the profound implications of Yuan Yurong's words. If she were in Yuan Yurong's shoes, she would have made the same choice. Even now, she was incredibly tempted. However, she was not Yuan Yurong; she had far more to consider.

"You're simply being absurd, I—"

Before Yuan Xueying could finish, she froze, stupefied. Yuan Yurong had suddenly moved, sealing her acupuncture points.

"My apologies, Master!" Yuan Yurong said apologetically as she supported her master and led her away.

Yuan Xueying blinked her beautiful eyes. After the initial shock, a hint of a smile appeared deep within her gaze. Forgive me, Sect Leader. I truly didn't want this. It is simply my misfortune to have raised such an ungrateful wretch. My apologies.

At the Su Yue Zhuai headquarters, an extraordinary and handsome middle-aged man suddenly sneezed. He covered his face with his sleeve and, after composing himself, said to the travel-worn group before him, "Continue."

"Sect Master, that is the situation. We have finished our report," said the elderly woman leading the group—the very same one who had been sent flying by Yuan Xueying's sleeve a few days prior.

"No worries, there's no need to be nervous," the Sect Master of Su Yue Zhuai said, full of confidence in his junior sister. "Now that Sister Yuan is on the case, she'll surely bring the Saintess back! Who knows, they might already be on their way here."

Just then, a disciple rushed in holding an envelope. "Sect Master, an urgent report from eight thousand miles away!"