I am an incredibly handsome man, and my fiancée refuses to call off the engagement even at the cost

"Old Man of the Beast Heart, who is that? That name sounds familiar. I remember now, he was a Class A wanted criminal in the Empire, but... but wasn't he already dead?" Liu Feiyan said.

"He's dead now," Gu Yan said.

"And what about Marquis Pingyuan?" Liu Feiyan asked again.

"He's not dead," Gu Yan said. "I'm going to rest now. Brother Mu, you two continue your conversation."

After saying this, Gu Yan turned and walked out of the hall.

Liu Feiyan and Xu Ruolan both surrounded their master.

"Master, Master, what happened?"

"Master, please tell us quickly!"

Mu Qinghe sighed: "Let's settle your senior brother first."

Liu Feiyan glanced at Mo Fanqi, who was lying unconscious on the chair, and thought to herself: Who cares about him?

Of course, these words cannot be said aloud.

Mu Qinghe had someone escort Mo Fanqi back to his room to rest before speaking to Xu Ruolan and Liu Feiyan. Xu Ruolan and Liu Feiyan were both shocked upon hearing his story.

Li Bai was truly amazing!!

They admired Gu Yan even more.

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Inside the room, Gu Yan sat cross-legged on the couch.

Several storage rings floated in front of Gu Yan, and he checked the contents of each one. After finishing, he wondered why the Beastheart Elder and his ilk were all so poor.

Ever since his trip to Haishi and his lavish spending at Wanyu Pavilion, he's become incredibly wealthy. He no longer even covets the fortunes of Spirit King Realm experts like the Beast Heart Elder.

But even a mosquito's leg is still meat, right?

Gu Yan currently needs a large quantity of rare and precious materials beneficial to the soul, and he doesn't mind having too many spirit stones. After checking the contents of his storage rings and putting them away, Gu Yan took out the Panlong Pagoda.

The azure wooden pagoda floated in mid-air, radiating azure light. Gu Yan looked at the dragon-shaped pagoda, her body flashing with spiritual light, and she transformed into a golden ray of light, shooting into the pagoda.

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Inside the Panlong Pagoda.

The walls and pillars are covered with dragon reliefs, four of which have golden chains in their mouths, binding a man with black hair and golden eyes.

The man had disheveled hair, was shirtless, and wore only tattered black trousers. His muscles bulged like hard rocks, and he was tall and imposing. His handsome face was now filled with madness and rage. He struggled incessantly to break free of the chains, but his struggles were futile.

"Li Bai, you bastard! Let me go!"

"Li Bai, did you hear that?"

"Go ahead and kill me if you dare! Li Bai, get out here!"

Tan Yue's roar echoed through the tower, and suddenly a figure appeared in the darkness. Tan Yue looked at the figure slowly emerging from the darkness and was about to unleash a torrent of curses, but he only managed to utter the word "you" before freezing in place.

The boy in white, who looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, had a face as beautiful as a god and an air of otherworldly grace. As he emerged from the darkness, it was as if a bright moon was rising before his eyes, its radiant light illuminating the entire world.

This was the first time Tan Yue had seen Gu Yan's face, and he was stunned.

For a moment, my mind went blank, and my heart felt like it had been hit hard by something and started pounding violently.

This is a beauty that could captivate all beings.

Gu Yan stood seven steps behind Tan Yue, looking at her without any emotion, and said, "You're awake. You've recovered so quickly!"

Tan Yue snapped out of his daze, his face turning red.

He was so stunned by the sight of the enemy that he was completely mesmerized.

But he quickly reverted to his fierce demeanor, glaring angrily at Gu Yan: "What do you want?"

Gu Yan looked him up and down, then smiled gently: "I'm very interested in your body."

This rapid self-healing physique reminded him of the legendary immortal body; it would be a waste not to study it properly.

Gu Yan's words could easily lead to misunderstandings, but Tan Yue didn't. Recalling the time Gu Yan had exploited his life essence, he roughly guessed what Gu Yan wanted to do, and immediately flew into a rage.

"Li Bai, you dare kill me!"

Gu Yan looked at him and said gently, "I'm not that kind."

"You..." Tan Yue gritted her teeth in anger.

Gu Yan took a few steps and said, "For someone who isn't afraid of death, killing him isn't much of a punishment. I gave you so many chances before, and you didn't cherish them, so don't blame me for being impolite. I won't kill you, so just stay here obediently. Whenever I need your essence blood, you can offer it to me."

"You bastard!! If you don't kill me now, one day when I get out of here, I will tear you to pieces! You son of a bitch, you pretty boy..." (One hundred words of profanity omitted here)

Gu Yan calmly looked at Tan Yue, who was spewing profanities, and then swung her fist at him. A golden fist imprint, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind, struck Tan Yue. Tan Yue groaned and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Then Gu Yan reached out and grabbed at the air, a force enveloping Tan Yue. A crimson light appeared on his body, and blood droplets seeped from his pores, condensing in mid-air like blood diamonds. Gu Yan took hundreds of drops of his blood essence, and Tan Yue's aura instantly weakened.

His face was deathly pale, covered in cold sweat, and he glared at Gu Yan with eyes that seemed to want to pounce on her and devour her alive. The veins on his forehead bulged and throbbed, and his teeth chattered.

"You shameless bastard..."

Before Tan Yue could finish his tirade, Gu Yan interrupted him. While elegantly collecting his essence into a jade bottle, Gu Yan said, "You're supposed to be a high-ranking official in the empire, from a wealthy family, yet your language is so vulgar. You should refrain from using such offensive language. What if I get angry and take it out on your son and granddaughter? What would you do then?"

"You..." Tan Yue was so angry that his chest felt like it was going to explode. His eyes were bloodshot and his pupils were so wide that they almost popped out of their sockets as he stared intently at Gu Yan.

Seeing his anger, Gu Yan smiled gently.

His smile was like a pear blossom in full bloom, pure and ethereal, leaving Tan Yue momentarily stunned.

After a moment of stunned silence, Tan Yue was filled with uncontrollable rage. The thought that this despicable man had used his hateful face to bewitch his wife, son, daughter-in-law, and granddaughter made her even angrier.

Shameless bastard!!

Gu Yan turned around and disappeared in a golden stream of light.

After he left, Tan Yue roared, "Li Bai!!"

Tan Yue had never hated anyone so much. He vowed, vowed that one day he would make this bastard pay the price.

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Inside the room, a small wooden tower, emitting a bluish light, floated in mid-air. Suddenly, a golden ray of light shot out from the tower, landing and transforming into a stunningly beautiful young man in white.

After Gu Yan emerged from the Panlong Pagoda, he threw it into his Purple Mansion. Let Tan Yue curse him all she wanted inside; he wouldn't listen anyway. All her cursing was just impotent rage; it wouldn't cost him anything.

Gu Yan sat cross-legged on the couch, about to enter a meditative state.

There was a sound of footsteps outside, followed by a knock on the door.

Xu Ruolan's voice came from outside:

"Master Li Bai, are you there?"

"What is it?"

Gu Yan said.

The people outside announced, "Lady Tan and Lord Tan request an audience."