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Chapter 131
Chapter 131
Chapter 131 - What Are You Going to Do???
Eventually, Guo Fan proceeded to the City Lord Mansion to seek out Fang Xiang.
Despite the potential risk of encountering Xun Yimu, even with his dubious status as a child-rearing husband, Fang Xiang had managed to deceive Sun Fen directly without her knowledge. Let alone allowing other women to embrace Guo Fan with familiarity, she had even pledged to keep the matter concealed.
She treated him like a mere husband, allowing his wife to be manipulated in his presence while casually playing a flute to lift her spirits, claiming to be content.
It could be said that he was quite naive.
Guo Fan believed this identity was impeccable. Even the Destiny's Song Sword Cultivator showed disdain and reluctance to authenticate it, not to mention the young master of the Profound Yin Family.
Faced with someone bearing such a dubious identity, especially a man, he feared that merely a glance from him would sully his vision.
As long as he played the role of a sycophant, deceiving Xun Yimu would be a piece of cake.
Moreover, Xun Yimu resided in the City Lord's private courtyard, quite a distance from the official office. It wasn't to the point of being easily caught.
“I obtained this from the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.”
Guo Fan retrieved the box containing the Struck by a Sword - Killing Heart Evil Gall. As he opened it, the once plain and dark sword now bore crimson cracks resembling meridians, eliciting an inexplicable fear in onlookers.
This was due to its inherent intimidation. Besides, it possessed the ability to corrode the mind, having absorbed malevolent thoughts over time. In the game, it manifested as skill effects flying around and inadvertently harming allies.
Fang Xiang's pupils contracted, revealing astonishment on her face.
Being a seasoned 9-star swordsmith, she was adept and well-versed. With a single glance, she discerned the extraordinary nature of this sword.
“The sword's aura exudes supremacy, and its allure is undeniable. The folks at the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, who thrive on treasures, have no grounds to display this sword…”
The Night's Fall Sword City Lord's slender fingers traced across the blade, listening to the sword's hum. Suddenly, the expression of the _ changed as it squinted its eyes. Evidently, it had perceived the true ‘killing intent' harbored within this sword… The sensation of suffocation and the sudden emergence of malevolence in the heart were merely superficial effects.
“An ominous sword… It must have been born amidst a sea of blood and turmoil. Its forging likely soaked it in a tide of slaughter and death, reaching its pinnacle.”
The sword's radiance was murky, casting a reflection in Fang Xiang's eyes. Its aura of death made her hesitant to gaze directly at it.
Despite this, Guo Fan could discern Fang Xiang's fascination with the sword from her expression.
Her cheeks flushed, breath slightly hurried. Yet, it wasn't out of fear of violence, but rather the affection a swordsmith holds for a masterful blade.
While swords were categorized as good or evil, a fine sword like Wen Ya Le's was enough to sustain a swordsmith for three months without meat.
“Ahem. I didn't purchase this. It was bestowed upon me by the proprietor of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.”
Guo Fan cleared his throat and explained.
“Before it came into my possession, it was a worthless blade. Its spirit shattered, devoid of power.”
“Why would the proprietor of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion…”
Fang Xiang was inquisitively asking when she turned the sword in her hand and suddenly noticed the inscription that read ‘To give you treasure', signed Xiaobo.
Even City Lord Fang, who had come to terms with Guo Fan's polyamorous lifestyle and had even decided to assist him in expanding his harem, couldn't help but feel a jolt in his heart. He gazed at Guo Fan in disbelief.
“No, no, no… It's not Xiahou Su, it's his grandaunt.”
Guo Fan, unsure whether to laugh or cry, responded helplessly, “Regardless, my preferences will always favor women.”
Fang Xiang breathed a sigh of relief. Then, her astonishment grew, her expression becoming even more incredulous, “Xiahou Cenyi?!”
Guo Fan nodded. “Xiahou Cenyi, True Monarch Zhang Xing, the esteemed elder of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.”
Fang Xiang's expression shifted subtly. “Xun Yimu, forget about Sun Fen. Now that even a Tribulation Passing Stage cultivator has emerged, what have you been doing all these years?”
Fang Xiang found it perplexing whether it was easier to accept a man or a grandmother's advice in her heart.
“Let it go, let it go. Did you come to see me just for this sword?”
Fang Xiang sighed, eyeing the sword in her grasp. “This is a malevolent blade designed for swift killings. While I can temporarily suppress its bloodthirsty nature… my advice is… it's best not to wield this sword; its malevolence can consume its wielder… I don't want you to fall victim.”
Guo Fan nodded. “I understand what I'm doing.”
He believed the most daunting aspect of the sword wasn't its bloodlust but the presence of a sword spirit resembling Xiahou Cenyi.
If he hadn't been reluctant to engage with the sword spirit, he wouldn't have sought Fang Xiang's aid.
Fang Xiang swiftly refined the bloodthirstiness. After all, as a distinguished Nine Star Swordsmith, this skill was rather straightforward for her.
However, midway through, a report came in that Xun Yimu had visited Sun Fen.
Fang Xiang was taken aback. Then she licked her lips and remarked, “Interesting. Seems like your paramours are arranging a rendezvous. The Profound Yin Young Lady is quite astute. She might have already discerned your identity.”
Guo Fan found nothing amusing; his lips twitched. He sat upright. “She knows who I am and she even went to see Sun Fen. Doesn't that imply Sun Fen now knows my identity? ! She witnessed us, you, and Yueh there or something. She intervened at that moment. Won't this situation escalate?”
Fang Xiang remained confident. She snorted, “But they're both fond of you. Moreover, a Destiny's Song Sword Cultivator chased you for miles with a blade, while the Profound Yin Young Lady spared no expense. It's evident they deeply care for each other. If they run into each other, can they sit down calmly, especially Sun Fen? Her expression was vivid in my memory. The way she glared at me. She seemed ready to tear my hand apart.”
“With Xun Yimu seeking her out, won't she be walking into a trap?”
Guo Fan's throat tightened at this. “Xun Yimu…”
Fang Xiang glanced at him. “I knew you'd be concerned. Her status is apparent. How could the young master of the Profound Yin Family not have guards accompanying her? No matter how formidable the Destiny's Song Sword Cultivator is, they can't harm her.”
Guo Fan had barely relaxed when a sudden flash of lightning illuminated the surroundings.
“Wait, that's not lightning. It's… Swordlight!”
Guo Fan realized this just as a loud crash reverberated outside, accompanied by the sound of crumbling bricks and cries.
The scene outside descended into chaos.
Fang Xiang's expression shifted, and after a moment of sensing, she remarked, “It's the Destiny's Song Sword Cultivator. It appears she's having a dispute with Xun Yimu. Nothing major, don't worry.”
“Well… If it's not a significant issue, perhaps we should rise.” Guo Fan glanced at the woman atop him.
When the loud noise erupted earlier, the Night's Fall Sword City Lord swiftly shielded Guo Fan, taking decisive action to protect him.
The Night's Fall Sword City Lord blinked, flashing a charming smile. “Isn't this fortunate?”
Despite the chaos outside with numerous individuals bustling about, the esteemed City Lord remained composed within the study.
Guo Fan's heart raced as he noticed Fang Xiang's smile suddenly freeze.
The subordinate's whispered message ceased beside her.
“This is bad, City Lord!”
“Crash!”
“Old hag! What are you doing with my Profound Yang Bead!?” The elegantly dressed young woman burst through the door, her voice dripping with charm, trailed by a beautiful maid.
The elderly servant confronting her took the lead, exhibiting a surprising level of strength at the Physical Integration Period, precisely as Fang Xiang had anticipated.