I, a spoiled young master, conquered the Crown Princess right from the start!

"Your Highness! Something terrible has happened! The heir of the Prince of Zhenbei's mansion... has broken in!"

The guard's shrill, terrified voice froze the atmosphere in the room instantly.

Lu Ming's fawning and smug expression froze. He abruptly turned his head, his eyes filled with astonishment and uncertainty: "Chu Feng? What's he doing here?!"

His gaze, like a sharp arrow, suddenly shot towards Su Youwei on the bed.

An absurd yet seemingly the only reasonable idea exploded in his mind.

"Could it be...could it be that the man you were having an affair with was Chu Feng?!"

Su Youwei's delicate body trembled violently, and a complex and unfathomable light flashed in her beautiful, terrified eyes. Although she did not speak, her silence was the best answer.

"Damn it!" the black-robed man roared furiously, his hoarse voice filled with boundless resentment. "What a spoiled brat! How dare he ruin my plans! I'll kill him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed Su Youwei with his withered hands, and with a sway, he turned into a wisp of black smoke and rushed out of the room.

At this moment, the front courtyard of the First Prince's residence had already been transformed into a scene of carnage.

Hundreds of guards and several worshippers lay dead on the ground, while Chu Feng stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes spotless, as if he had merely crushed a group of ants.

"Hehehe... Kid, you're Chu Feng?"

A dark shadow flashed by, and the man in black robes appeared in front of Chu Feng, carrying Su Youwei. His eyes, hidden in the shadow of his hood, flickered with a sinister ghostly fire.

Chu Feng's gaze fell on Su Youwei, whose neck he was gripping and whose face was flushed red. His eyes instantly turned cold.

"Let her go."

His voice was calm, yet carried an unquestionable command.

"Chu Feng! You bastard, Chu Feng!" Lu Ming rushed out from behind, pointing at Chu Feng, his face twisted with anger and jealousy. "I truly underestimated you! I never imagined you would dare to secretly collude with the Crown Princess! If my second brother finds out about this, what do you think he will do?"

Chu Feng glanced at him, looking at him as if he were an idiot.

"So what if he knows?" A mocking smile played on his lips. "Does he dare to object?"

That matter-of-fact tone left Lu Ming speechless for a moment, unsure how to refute it.

"Boy! You stole this slut's primordial essence, ruining my plan to restore my cultivation. You deserve to die!" The black-robed man glared at Chu Feng, his killing intent almost tangible.

"And what are you?" Chu Feng turned his gaze to him, with a hint of scrutiny.

"How dare you! This is my master!" Lu Ming shouted, taking advantage of the situation.

"Your master?" A playful smile appeared on Chu Feng's face. "I remember, wasn't your master a Grandmaster? When did he become a hidden Celestial Realm expert? Interesting."

Upon hearing this, the man in black robes trembled violently, and his eyes, hidden under his hood, flashed with a terrifying light.

He could actually see through my cultivation level?!

The man in black robes was filled with shock. Without further hesitation, he casually threw Su Youwei to the ground, and a cold yet powerful aura locked onto Chu Feng.

"Kid, how do you want to die?"

"That's the question I should be asking you," Chu Feng said calmly.

"court death!"

The man in black robes flew into a rage. He moved with a swift movement, appearing before Chu Feng like a ghost. His withered claws, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, aimed straight for Chu Feng's throat.

However, the next second, the sneer on his face froze completely.

His hand was casually grasped by a seemingly ordinary hand, and could no longer move an inch.

The owner of that hand, unbeknownst to him, had already seized his throat.

"You...how could you be...this strong?!"

The black-robed man's eyes were filled with endless fear and disbelief. He felt that his proud cultivation level was as fragile as paper in front of his opponent.

"Go to hell." Chu Feng's voice was cold and indifferent.

"Wait! I am..."

The man in black robes was terrified and hurriedly tried to reveal his origins.

Click!

A crisp sound of bones cracking rang out, and all his words, along with his life, were mercilessly crushed by Chu Feng.

Chu Feng casually tossed the black-robed man's corpse to the ground, his gaze falling on a black jade slip that had fallen from the man's body.

He picked it up and spat, "What is this thing?"

At that moment, the enchantress's voice rang in his mind.

"Little brother, this jade slip has been imprinted with an extremely powerful spiritual mark, which you cannot break with your current strength."

Inside a massive palace in Cangxuan Prefecture, shrouded in black mist year-round, a place of eeriness and mystery.

A figure knelt in the main hall and said, "Reporting to the master, Anming's soul lamp has been extinguished."

"Immediately unleash the Soul-Tracking Technique and find out who did this!" A majestic yet icy voice echoed from the depths of the palace. "Bring back that item he possessed!"

Inside the First Prince's residence, Chu Feng withdrew his gaze, ignoring the jade slip, and turned to look at Lu Ming, who was completely dumbfounded and slumped on the ground.

Lu Ming shuddered. He looked at the demon-like youth and his master's unseeing corpse on the ground, and was so frightened that his soul almost left his body. He felt a heat in his crotch, and a foul-smelling liquid instantly soaked his luxurious robe.

"Prince Chu...Prince Chu...spare...spare my life!" He scrambled to his knees, kowtowing frantically and begging for mercy. "I was wrong! I'll never do it again! Please...please just let me go!"

Chu Feng walked up to him, looking down at him with an expressionless face.

He slowly raised his hand.

Lu Ming's pleas for mercy came to an abrupt halt, his eyes filled with nothing but endless despair.

puff.

With a soft thud, Lu Ming's head exploded like a ripe watermelon, splattering red and white matter all over the ground.

After doing all this, Chu Feng walked up to Su Youwei. Looking at her beautiful face, which was streaked with tears and still in shock, his voice softened unconsciously.

"Sorry I'm late."

Su Youwei stared at him blankly, her beautiful eyes shimmering with complex emotions.

She slowly sat up, without saying a word, but suddenly stretched out her arms and tightly hugged Chu Feng's neck.

As the warm, soft body entered his arms, Chu Feng's body stiffened slightly.

"Thank you."

The girl's voice rang in his ears, trembling slightly, filled with lingering fear, and a hint of barely perceptible dependence.

Chu Feng smelled the faint fragrance emanating from her hair, and looked at her exquisitely beautiful face, which was so close to him and made her even more pitiful and charming because of her panic. As if possessed, he lowered his head.

A warm and soft touch came from my lips.

Su Youwei's eyes widened instantly.

She tried to struggle, but her body seemed to have lost all strength, and she could only let that domineering man take her fragrance.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Su Youwei's cheeks were already so red they could bleed. She buried her head in Chu Feng's arms, ashamed and indignant, and dared not look at him.

"Send me...back to the East Palace," she said in a voice barely audible.