Chapter 1251: Audacious to the Extreme
Zhong Siyu's attitude greatly displeased the Corpse Driving Sect inner disciple. He made no move to take the token Yang Haoran offered with both hands, nor the one Zhong Siyu casually presented with one. Instead, he turned a malevolent gaze upon Zhong Siyu.
It would have been better had he not looked. The moment he did, the inner disciple's expression instantly changed. Before, he hadn't properly looked at Zhong Siyu's face, as Yang Haoran had been the one speaking, so he had focused almost all his attention on Yang Haoran, paying little heed to Zhong Siyu, and thus hadn't clearly seen her appearance.
Now, with Zhong Siyu's features clearly visible, he was instantly captivated by her exquisite face, utterly spellbound. He froze in place, and the anger in his heart vanished without a trace in that very moment.
Yang Haoran naturally noticed the change in the inner disciple's expression, and couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing. In his view, if this inner disciple had even a slight understanding of Zhong Siyu's viciousness, the expression on his face at this moment would absolutely not be one of infatuation, but rather a terror emanating from the depths of his soul.
The inner disciple's infatuated gaze also fell into Zhong Siyu's eyes, instantly making her frown tightly. An undisguised look of disgust appeared on her face, and intense killing intent erupted from her eyes. This powerful surge of murderous intent immediately snapped the inner disciple out of his trance.
However, the inner disciple, having come to his senses, remained unfazed and did not get angry at Zhong Siyu's attitude. With a knowing lecherous grin, he took the token Zhong Siyu offered, and in the same motion, brushed her hand. The smooth, tender touch sent a ripple through his mind, and the lecherous grin on his face unconsciously deepened.
"Not bad, not bad, heh heh. Your sister is truly a rare gem, she gives me quite a good feeling."
The inner disciple reluctantly tore his gaze from Zhong Siyu's exquisite face, then looked at Yang Haoran beside him. With a lecherous chuckle, he took the token Yang Haoran offered with both hands, while Yang Haoran offered an awkward, fawning smile.
In his opinion, Yang Haoran must have understood the meaning of his words. Perhaps it was because Yang Haoran was already displeased but dared not show it, or perhaps Yang Haoran, having suddenly encountered such a situation, didn't know how to handle it, and thus chose to offer an awkward, fawning smile.
Because he thought this way, the inner disciple didn't take Yang Haoran's awkward, fawning smile seriously at all; he even inwardly mocked Yang Haoran for being cowardly.
Yet, what this inner disciple didn't know was that while Yang Haoran wore an awkward, fawning smile, he was secretly praying in his heart.
Of course, Yang Haoran wasn't praying for himself, but for this clueless inner disciple. At that moment, he genuinely worried that Zhong Siyu might lose control and butcher this audacious lecher. Yet, ironically, the inner disciple not only remained completely unaware, but even scorned Yang Haoran as a coward in his mind, gloating over his own status as an inner disciple.
. . . . "Both tokens are fine; they are indeed our Corpse Driving Sect identity tokens."
After a thorough inspection, the inner disciple spoke to Yang Haoran with a solemn expression. Hearing this, Yang Haoran cooperatively showed a look of relief on his face.
The inner disciple observed Yang Haoran's expression, then flashed a lecherous grin.
"Heh heh, I only said that these two identity tokens are indeed fine, but I didn't say that you two are fine. I often come down the mountain to Corpse Ancestor City for business, and recently I've been staying inside Corpse Ancestor City all day. I don't claim to know all the outer disciples, but I certainly know most of them, yet I've never seen you two siblings before."
Hearing this, Yang Haoran quickly began to explain.
"You don't know, Senior Brother, but my sister and I haven't been outer disciples for very long, and coupled with our humble status, we rarely interact with outsiders. It's quite normal that you haven't seen us. However, we siblings have had the good fortune to witness your distinguished bearing several. . ."
Yang Haoran had intended to say "several times," but before he could finish his sentence, he was forcefully interrupted by the inner disciple.
"I don't want to hear your nonsense. Whether you two siblings are outer disciples of my Corpse Driving Sect is not for you to say; it's for me to say. So. . ."
At this point, the Corpse Driving Sect inner disciple paused. He first glanced at Zhong Siyu, then refocused his gaze on Yang Haoran, continuing,
"Therefore, I need to thoroughly examine your identities. As long as you pass my inspection, I will not only cease to doubt your identities but will also grant you both considerable benefits. If you're obedient enough, I can even introduce you to a prominent figure; he's one of our Corpse Driving Sect's Protectors. If he takes a liking to you two siblings, it might even be possible for you to become inner disciples as a result."
Although the inner disciple maintained a solemn expression while speaking, both Yang Haoran and Zhong Siyu saw the sordid intent hidden beneath it. Rather than wanting to meticulously examine their identities, it was clear that the inner disciple wanted to examine Zhong Siyu's body, and indeed, to 'deeply understand' Zhong Siyu.
Yang Haoran offered a bitter smile, lamenting inwardly that this man was truly audacious to the extreme, daring to set his sights on Zhong Siyu.
Zhong Siyu also understood the inner disciple's intentions, and her face instantly darkened. Her exquisite small face was completely etched with murderous intent.
Yet, tragically, this inner disciple had no idea how perilous his current situation was. Although he saw Zhong Siyu's unsightly expression and noticed the murderous intent etched on her face, he paid it no mind. In his view, once Zhong Siyu understood the underlying meaning of his words, such a reaction was entirely reasonable. Furthermore, it wasn't the first time he'd seen a woman display such an expression in front of him, so he wasn't surprised in the slightest, nor was it even remotely possible for him to feel fear as a result; that was simply preposterous.
. . . . "You'd best not refuse me. If you do, your identities certainly won't be genuine, and you'll still have to undergo my inspection in the end. I've made myself perfectly clear; I'm sure you know how to choose. After all, this isn't a difficult multiple-choice question; any sane person could make the right decision, couldn't they?"
The inner disciple directed these words at Zhong Siyu, and by the end of his speech, the solemnity had vanished from his face, replaced by a lecherous, ill-intentioned grin. This sordid and disgusting smile completely tore away his hypocritical facade.
Yang Haoran knew trouble was brewing. He now had some understanding of Zhong Siyu's character and knew she absolutely could not tolerate such desecration from this inner disciple. Therefore, he had to find a way to stop her before she made a move. If Zhong Siyu truly did kill this inner disciple, then his objective for this trip would inevitably be complicated by unforeseen problems.
However, he was still a step too slow. Just as this thought formed in his mind, a powerful energy fluctuation erupted from Zhong Siyu. Visible Yin Qi rose from her body, her eyes suddenly turned blood-red at that moment, and her pure white mini-dress likewise transformed to a crimson hue, with even blood dripping from its hem, making her eerie and terrifying.
The inner disciple, who moments ago had been covered in a sordid, lecherous grin, froze on the spot, his smile stiffening. At that moment, he simply couldn't comprehend how an outer disciple could unleash such terrifying power fluctuations. The intensity of this power far exceeded anything he knew. Let alone confronting such power himself, he had never in his life seen anyone capable of releasing such terrifying power fluctuations, not even the influential figures he knew, those he could only look up to.
"Ho-how. . . how. . . could this be. . ."
Cold sweat instantly streamed down the inner disciple's forehead. Intense fear caused his body to tremble violently, uncontrollably. His expression was no longer that sordid, lecherous grin, but one of disbelief and terror.
"Ant!"
As Zhong Siyu spoke, her blood-red eyes glared at the inner disciple.
Boom!
With an explosive sound, the inner disciple's body detonated like it was packed with dynamite, splattering Zhong Siyu with blood. One moment a living person, the next a pile of mangled flesh!
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