Since the unknown enemy had accounted for him as a threat, their preparations were undoubtedly meticulous. But no matter how thoroughly the enemy calculated the heavenly secrets, they probably hadn't anticipated the existence of
All
And he certainly had the ability to do so. There was still some time before the auction began—Yang Kai only needed to set up a spatial formation somewhere, and he could bring the two Demon Kings over without anyone being the wiser.
After giving it serious thought, Yang Kai slowly shook his head. "No need."
For one, the empty spirit crystals and empty spirit jade he had left were dwindling in number, and he didn't want to waste them. For another, if he really brought the two Demon Kings over, it might spook the snake by beating the grass—after all, the four of them had entered Flowing Shadow City as a group. If two more suddenly appeared, anyone would grow suspicious.
He could hide Xi Lei and Xie Wuwei in the Minor Mystic World, of course, but the fewer people who knew about the Mystic World Bead, the better.
Seeing Yang Kai like this,
"Come on, let's go out and take a stroll!" Yang Kai said, tossing out some source crystals to cover the food and drink, and walked out of the inn with Ying Fei.
Before coming to Flowing Shadow City, he had vaguely sensed that this auction was a trap—a scheme deliberately laid to lure someone into a ploy of their own making.
And upon arriving in Flowing Shadow City and meeting the Sect Master of the Flowing Shadow Sword Sect, that suspicion had only grown more certain.
Now, having suddenly received an invitation to the auction, he couldn't help but wonder: had this conspiracy been aimed at him from the very beginning?
He couldn't figure it out, but he wasn't about to follow someone else's itinerary either.
Since the auction was being held in Flowing Shadow City, the items being auctioned would naturally appear here as well. He wanted to see whether Aio and the others were currently in the city. If they were, he could simply snatch the person outright.
As he walked along, taking in the sights, Yang Kai's powerful divine sense swept outward like a tide, cloaked with extreme subtlety.
He was intimately familiar with Aio's aura and those of his companions. If they were truly in Flowing Shadow City, he would surely have detected them.
But after half a day, Yang Kai could only sigh. The enemy really wasn't that stupid. He hadn't found a thing.
With Ying Fei in tow, he headed back and stepped into the Yuelai Inn.
The waiter approached and stopped in front of Yang Kai. "Sir, there is a guest waiting for you."
"Who?" Yang Kai asked in surprise.
He didn't know anyone in Flowing Shadow City.
"A woman." The waiter wore a knowing smile. "She's waiting right outside your room."
Yang Kai frowned and swept out with his divine sense. The instant he recognized who was waiting, he couldn't help but be taken abast. "How is it her?"
Ying Fei had undoubtedly noticed as well. He whispered, "Young Master Yang, be careful. That woman is not to be trifled with."
"I know." Yang Kai nodded. It was one thing not to know her origins, but now that he did—now that he knew exactly who and what she was—he dared not underestimate her again.
He casually tipped the waiter with a handful of source crystals and strode upstairs.
Outside the room, a petite and delicately built woman was pacing back and forth before a fine chamber, muttering something under her breath. Her expression was one of considerable impatience, and she seemed somewhat distracted—so much so that she didn't even notice Yang Kai and Ying Fei's divine sense sweep over her.
Only when footsteps sounded nearby did she abruptly halt and look up.
What met her gaze was a face she wished she could smash to a pulp with a single punch.
"Qing'er, here to see me?" Yang Kai said with a grin, regarding
Zhu Qing's expression darkened. "What did you call me?" she snapped.
The audacity of it—this mere human actually dared to use her given name!
Ying Fei's face was also dark with consternation, silently marveling at Yang Kai's nerve. To knowingly provoke someone who was a member of the Dragon Clan like this—the man was absolutely fearless. He quietly circulated his demon yuan, ready to strike at any moment. While he had no wish to make an enemy of a dragon, Yang Kai's safety was paramount.
"What's with the cold shoulder? I liked how you were before better," Yang Kai said, stopping in front of her with that same grin, his gaze sweeping over her full, heaving chest.
When that lecherous light passed over her like something tangible, Zhu Qing's body trembled involuntarily. The sensation of being groped returned to her all at once, shame and fury warring within her, and she threw a punch straight at Yang Kai's face.
The moment the blow left her fist, she regretted it. The Elder had ordered her to build a good relationship with Yang Kai and then invite him to visit the island as a guest—wasn't this entire trip precisely to bury the hatchet between them? Why had she lost her self-control and struck out?
She immediately pulled back seventy percent of her strength.
In the next instant, a large hand caught her fist and began gently rubbing it.
An alien sensation washed through her entire body, tingling and numbing. Her face flushed crimson as she shouted, "Let go!"
She shouldn't have held back—that punch should have smashed this wretched face to a pulp. As she spoke, she raised her other small fist, adopting the look of someone ready to perish together with Yang Kai.
"Fine, fine, fine, letting go, letting go. No need to be so fierce," Yang Kai said, reluctantly giving her hand a few more strokes before finally releasing it.