Chapter 2006: Encountered Assassination Attempt

Meanwhile, back at the main headquarters of Chouchi, Fang Long stood in Fang Hu's courtyard. He scanned his surroundings, a slight frown on his brow. "Is Second Brother still not back?"

"Second Young Master went off somewhere, we don't know where. Would you like to come in, Elder Brother, and have a cup of tea? Perhaps he'll be back soon." A flock of beautiful women surrounded Fang Long, vying for his attention.

This was the way of the Yin-Yang Sect: the stronger one was, the more people sought to follow them.

Fang Long surpassed Fang Hu in both cultivation and even appearance, so naturally, everyone wanted to attach themselves to him.

As for chastity...

The Yin-Yang Sect cared little for such a thing. Here, it was all about mutual attraction leading to intimacy.

Normally, Fang Long might have been tempted. Many women in Second Brother's courtyard were already secretly intimate with him. However, with his wedding to the Saintess scheduled for tomorrow, and having recently encountered that silver-embroidered guard, he suddenly found all the women in this courtyard to be plain and uninspiring. He wondered how he had ever been interested in them before.

"I have other matters to attend to. Inform me immediately when Second Brother returns." He turned and left after speaking.

He had originally intended to visit Third Brother's courtyard to see that long-legged beauty again, but on second thought, he headed in a different direction.

It would be better to see his bride and try to improve their relationship.

He thought of how Qiu Honglei usually ignored him. This time, wouldn't she have to obediently marry him?

On their wedding night, he would show her who was truly superior.

As alluring images filled his mind, his heart warmed, and his pace quickened.

Soon, he arrived outside the separate courtyard where Qiu Honglei was being held. The guards recognized him and did not stop him.

He walked towards the beautiful pavilion in the distance, suddenly sniffing the air.

"Hmm, why is there a faint fragrance?"

As the young master of the Yin-Yang Sect, he was well-versed in the world of fragrances and cosmetics.

He quickly discerned that it wasn't the scent of flowers, but a woman's natural body fragrance.

This scent was truly refreshing. Just a lingering hint suggested its owner must be a woman of breathtaking beauty.

He had never smelled this particular fragrance anywhere in the Demonic Sect's headquarters before. For a moment, he felt confused. Could there be a beauty he didn't know within the entire Demonic Sect?

However, on second thought, since it was in this courtyard, it was most likely the Saintess's scent. Perhaps she had recently changed her perfume.

Ordinarily, Qiu Honglei deliberately kept her distance from him, never letting him get within three feet of her, which was why he wasn't very familiar with her scent.

But tomorrow, he would be able to smell every inch of her skin.

At the thought of that image, he felt a surge of excitement throughout his body.

Arriving beneath the pavilion, Fang Long stopped and adjusted his clothes, thinking, "What a dashing and handsome man I am. I refuse to believe the Saintess has no feelings for me at all."

Since they were getting married tomorrow, he didn't want to rush things. He decided to leave a good impression on Qiu Honglei.

So, he cleared his throat downstairs and, in the gentlest and most magnetic voice he could muster, said, "Saintess, Fang Long requests an audience."

At that moment, a gasp came from upstairs, followed by what sounded like furniture being knocked over. Fang Long was startled and quickly stepped forward, asking, "Saintess, what's wrong?"

"Don't come in!" Qiu Honglei's voice immediately rang out from upstairs.

Fang Long, however, was not angered but delighted. "Alright, alright, I won't come in."

Ordinarily, the Saintess never gave him a polite word. Although her current tone was a delicate reprimand, it was much sweeter and softer than usual. It seemed she was starting to change her opinion of him, now that she was marrying him tomorrow.

Inside the room, Qiu Honglei had no idea he was imagining so much. His voice had just startled her nearly out of her wits, and her body was still trembling uncontrollably.

Zu An took a deep breath, barely managing to maintain his composure.

She turned back to glare at Zu An, both shy and annoyed. How could this fellow act as if nothing happened? She was almost scared to death!

Although their cultivation levels meant they didn't fear Fang Long, if he discovered what was happening in the room, she would truly wish to sink through the floor.

Fortunately, as a Demonic Sect enchantress herself, after the initial panic, she quickly composed herself. She pressed her lips together before finally asking, "What are you doing here?"

Fang Long bowed slightly. "I came to ask if the Saintess is satisfied with this wedding dress. I gathered skilled craftsmen from hundreds of miles around to sew it over these past few days. I wonder if it meets your expectations."

"It's... it's quite beautiful." Inside the room, Qiu Honglei's face was already flushed with embarrassment. She silently hammered her lover's chest; this fellow was utterly audacious, refusing to let go of her the entire time.

"That's good, that's good." Fang Long was a little surprised to sense the delicate charm in Qiu Honglei's voice.

However, the Saintess was usually very reserved and aloof, so he wouldn't even consider such implications.

He simply thought she was about to become a bride, and her attitude towards him had softened considerably.

His heart warmed. "Saintess, I'll come upstairs and take a look. If anything needs altering, I can promptly inform the tailors."

As he spoke, he moved to push the door open.

Qiu Honglei was scared out of her wits. She hastily opened a window slightly, forcing her face into a stern expression as she looked down at the man. "Don't you know the rules? Before the wedding, the bride and groom are not supposed to see each other!"

Fortunately, Zu An had insisted she put the wedding dress back on earlier. As a demonic enchantress, she naturally understood a man's little intentions.

However, being deeply in love, she was also somewhat swayed and simply wanted to give her best self entirely to her lover today, so she naturally didn't refuse.

Unexpectedly, this had actually helped her current predicament; at least she was now somewhat fully dressed and presentable.

Fang Long looked up and was instantly dumbfounded.

She was simply too beautiful!

Qiu Honglei was extraordinarily beautiful on a normal day, but now her cheeks were flushed, her eyes shimmered like water, her gaze held enchanting charm, and her lips radiated a rosy, tempting hue.

In that instant, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion. All the women he had ever known in his life were plain and unremarkable. If only the Saintess became his wife, even if he dismissed all his concubines, spending his entire life with just her would be worth it.

"Saintess, you are truly beautiful!" He was originally a seasoned philanderer, but at this moment, he felt like an innocent youth seeing his first love. For a while, he couldn't utter any of his usual flirtatious remarks.

"You've seen enough, you can go now!" Qiu Honglei was about to close the window.

"Wait!" Fang Long stared intently, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "Didn't the maids style the Saintess's hair? I should give them a good scolding."

The beautiful woman upstairs had disheveled hair. Though it held a breathtaking allure, it seemed a bit mismatched with the formal ceremonial robes she was wearing.

"It's fine. I just thought the hairstyle they did looked bad, so I wanted to do it myself, and then you arrived." Qiu Honglei's fingers gripped the window frame tightly, while her other hand viciously pinched her lover behind her.

This fellow was truly insufferable!

Fortunately, she had only opened the window halfway, revealing just enough of her upper body to block the view from below.

Fang Long finally looked relieved. "Of course, how could those maids' taste compare to the Saintess's discerning eye?"

Seeing Qiu Honglei so concerned with her appearance, he couldn't help but feel pleased. It seemed she intended to marry him displaying her most beautiful self tomorrow.

However, he was unaware that Qiu Honglei's heart was filled with coldness at this moment. If it weren't for the need to use tomorrow's wedding to trap Lu Sanyuan and others and rescue her master, she wouldn't have to feign civility with him in such a situation.

"Then I won't disturb the Saintess any longer. See you tomorrow." Fang Long wished to leave her with the impression of a gentleman, so he bowed gracefully and departed.

As he left, he couldn't help but look back repeatedly. He saw the Saintess leaning against the window, her expression sweet and alluring, her body seemingly swaying slightly. He imagined she must be in good spirits now.

Thinking that such a beautiful woman would become his bride tomorrow, Fang Long felt his heart flutter with excitement.

Once Fang Long finally left, Qiu Honglei could no longer maintain her composure. Her body went limp, and she bit her lover fiercely out of a mix of shyness and irritation.

The next day, Chouchi was adorned with lanterns and festive decorations everywhere. Soon, the wedding procession arrived at the separate courtyard.

Before long, a sedan chair was carried out and hastened towards the Yin-Yang Sect's main compound.

Along the way, gongs and drums resounded, creating a joyous atmosphere. Many disciples gathered to watch, and numerous male disciples of the Demonic Sect wept openly, as their goddess was about to be married today.

As for many female disciples, they felt a bit of schadenfreude. Qiu Honglei had been stifling them for years, and now that she was getting married, they had one less competitor.

Just then, a figure suddenly surged from the crowd with lightning speed. A slender sword, reduced to a mere flash of cold light, pierced directly into the sedan chair. A woman's scream echoed from within.