Ethereal beauty, her silhouette shrouded in mist, she seemed impeccable, so utterly perfect. Not only did her appearance dazzle all in Qin Country, but her demeanor too transcended the mortal plane, untouched by worldly dust and so extraordinary that it could make others feel ashamed of their own imperfection, as if all the world’s splendor would pale in comparison to her presence.

She was a woman so exquisitely beautiful that all other women would dim beside her, her sanctity and ethereal aura like that of a true heavenly maiden descended to the mortal coil, stirring a sense of unwillingness to profane her purity.

"Saintess, why have you taken an interest in this man? What is so special about him?"

The woman in the red dress asked the celestial Saintess with gently parted red lips.

"How could someone who defeated **** so effortlessly not be considered special?"

The woman in the purple dress replied, her lips shimmering with a violet luster, her voice melodious as jade beads falling onto a plate, enchanting like the music of the heavens.

"He must have stepped into the Innate Realm, making it not so surprising that he could defeat ****."

"And what if he possesses the Nine Yang Physique?"

The woman in the purple dress’s eyes sparkled like stars with an unusual brilliance.

"What? The Nine Yang Physique!"

The woman in the red dress’s complexion changed, astonishment filling her almond-shaped eyes, clearly taken aback.

"Indeed, as soon as he entered the venue, I sensed it. He truly possesses the Nine Yang Physique, and he has already opened the first of the Nine Yang Meridians."

"To think it would be the Nine Yang Physique..."

The woman in the red dress murmured to herself, "The Nine Yang Physique, once all nine meridians are open, reveals the Sacred Body and pierces through delusional voids!"

"Who would have thought that the Nine Yang Physique would appear here? It seems all of this has been predestined by the heavens."

The woman in the purple dress spoke softly, a faint, otherworldly aura of mystic dust emanating from her being.

"Saintess, do you really want to..."

"With my injuries yet to heal, and to restore the might of Purple Cloud Palace, this is the only way. However, the time is not yet ripe; we must wait until his Nine Meridians are fully open and the Sacred Body is awakened."

At the Zi Xuan Clubhouse, Ye Luo and others like Du Tianhao walked out of the private room.

"Mr. Ye, should you need anything in the future, don’t hesitate to contact me, Du Tianhao will spare no effort to assist."

Du Tianhao said to Ye Luo with a face full of sincerity.

"Thanks."

Ye Luo nodded nonchalantly.

"Mr. Ye, come to my place when you have time, and we’ll have a few good drinks."

Du Guoli’s face flushed red, the smell of alcohol around as he looked at Ye Luo.

"Elder Du, you and Secretary Du just call me Ye Luo from now on, no need to be so polite."

"That’s not possible, you are my lifesaver, calling you Mr. Ye is a sign of respect."

Du Guoli maintained a serious and stern face as he spoke.

Just as the three of them reached the door of a particular private room, a familiar voice from inside made Ye Luo’s footsteps halt.

"Mr. Ye, what’s wrong?"

Du Tianhao and Du Guoli both directed their gaze toward Ye Luo.

"Oh, Elder Du, Secretary Du, I just remembered something, you two go ahead and leave first,"

Ye Luo said indifferently. Du Tianhao and his son didn’t say much either, exchanging a few polite words before directly leaving.

And Ye Luo’s eyes slightly hardened, as his gaze swept over the private room in front of him.

In this private room, three figures were seated, one of whom was Yan Ling herself. In front of Yan Ling sat another two figures, a man and a woman, both around forty years of age.

The man was dressed in a well-fitted, high-end suit, his hair slicked back with gel, exuding an air of authority. His eyes were somewhat gloomy and deep, shimmering with sharpness.

As for the woman, she was heavily made-up, wearing luxurious clothing, and adorned with gold and silver jewelry on her neck and hands, radiating the aura of a wealthy lady.

"Speak, you made a special trip to Zhonghai and brought me here, what do you want? I have nothing to do with you anymore."

Yan Ling’s charming face appeared somewhat cold, and her phoenix-like eyes were calm as still water.

"Yan Ling, how have you been this past year?"

The heavily made-up woman spoke first, her tone carrying a hint of concern, but it felt insincere to the listener.

"Just get to the point, I don’t like beating around the bush,"

Yan Ling said bluntly, seeing through the woman’s seemingly caring words at a glance.

The woman’s face, caked with makeup, turned somewhat embarrassed, glancing at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man, clad in a suit, coughed once and spoke solemnly, "Yan Ling, Tian Ming has been gone for over a year now, and I know that you’ve always had him in your heart, but you’re not getting any younger. It’s time to think about your future life."

"Get to the point."

Yan Ling frowned slightly as she spoke.

"Yan Ling, you’re all alone and forlorn, and we are still your family, after all. We can’t bear to see you living such a lonely life. So we’ve gone out of our way to arrange a marriage for you. The other party comes from a distinguished family, a perfect match for you,"

the middle-aged man put it bluntly.

At that, Yan Ling’s expression immediately changed, her face displaying a hint of anger as she said coldly, "What gives you the right to arrange any marriage for me? I don’t agree."

"But, Yan Ling, we are doing this for your own good. After all, you were Tian Ming’s fiancée, and to us, you’re family. Now that Tian Ming is no more, we can’t just watch as you live out your life in solitude. I believe Tian Ming wouldn’t want this for you either from beneath the ground,"

the heavily made-up woman hurriedly explained.

"Is that so? Then who is this person you’re introducing me to?"

Yan Ling revealed an intriguing smile.

The middle-aged man’s eyes flashed with delight as he said, "You know him, too. He’s Jinling’s very own Wu Yingxiong from the Wu Family, current president of the Wu Corporation and the next heir to the Wu Family."

"Haha~"

Yan Ling let out a cold laugh, her expression somewhat forlorn.

"I should have known, you two were never that kind-hearted. Although I knew you were unscrupulous in achieving your goals, I never thought that you would stoop so low as to sell me out for your own benefit. What wonderful in-laws you are to Tian Ming,"

her voice thick with sarcasm, her eyes flashing with anger.

At that, both the middle-aged man and the heavily made-up woman’s faces turned exceedingly embarrassed.

"How can you say that, Yan Ling? We are doing this for your own good. Once you marry Mr. Wu, you will become the Family Head’s wife, instantly ascending to the ranks of Jinling’s elite, endowed with limitless wealth and glory,"

the heavily made-up woman looked at Yan Ling, her eyes displaying a dissatisfied expression.