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"Whoosh..."

Two figures quickly entered the bathroom.

"Chu Yang! Stop being so arrogant!"

Fang Dan shouted angrily, standing between Chu Yang and Murong Lan with her sword in hand.

Chu Yang saw the two of them and gave a disdainful "humph," saying, "Defeated opponents! Who gave you the courage to talk back to me?"

Luanfeng raised her chin smugly and said in a deep voice, "You won't be so arrogant for long!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a woman wearing a black bodycon skirt, with a robust figure and a height of about 1.85 meters, strode in.

The woman, wearing a mask, with long, wavy hair cascading over her shoulders and her thick, black-stockinged legs swaying beneath her knee-length skirt, walked into the bathroom. With her back to Murong Lan, she met Chu Yang's gaze, exuding an aura of power.

If it weren't for the fact that the person was dressed as a woman and had two exaggeratedly large breasts, Murong Lan would have almost thought it was a man.

Legend has it that Feng Shiniang was exceptionally beautiful, but I've never heard of her wearing a mask.

Luanfeng and Fangdan curtsied, saying, "Greetings, Your Majesty!"

"No need for formalities!"

The woman uttered two words in a deep, resonant voice that seemed to suit her figure quite well.

Chu Yang looked bewildered, his feet involuntarily moving backward, yet he seemed hesitant to make any significant movements.

Murong Lan is now certain that the tall and imposing woman is Feng Shiniang, the mistress of Yun Palace.

"Palace Master, this person is Chu Yang. Please cripple his cultivation, and I will fulfill my promise."

Feng Shiniang didn't turn around, and said calmly, "Are you sure you don't want to kill him? If you do, I'll only charge you ten billion."

"Kill...no...I mean..." Murong Lan didn't understand why she was wavering, but in the end she gave herself a satisfactory answer.

"Killing him now would be too easy on him. I'm going to destroy the very foundation of his martial arts that he's been so proud of! From now on, he'll be a toothless dog!"

Chu Yang cried out in a panic, "Xiao Bai, you're too cruel!"

"Shut up! Sparing your dog's life is the greatest mercy I can show!" Murong Lan scolded in a delicate voice.

Chu Yang's eyes widened upon hearing this. "Feng Shiniang! I know you're powerful, but even if I fight to the death, you might not come out on top. I can give you money, 2.5 billion. You can leave with your men now, how about it?"

Feng Shiniang seemed to hesitate.

Murong Lan's mind raced, and he finally concluded that Feng Shiniang was probably feigning hesitation in order to take this opportunity to raise the price.

If it were someone else, in a moment of panic, they might actually try to "bid" against Chu Yang.

But she smiled and said, "I've always heard that Yun Palace is known for its trustworthiness. How could the Palace Master tarnish Yun Palace's reputation for such a petty gain?"

Feng Shiniang, still with her back to Murong Lan, said with dissatisfaction, "Your offer to cripple Chu Yang within a day clearly shows a lack of sincerity. I may not do business with Chu Yang, but I disdain cooperating with someone like you who speaks so carelessly."

After saying that, Feng Shiniang turned and left.

"Luanfeng and Fangdan, leave this place with me."

"etc!"

Murong Lan panicked completely.

She hadn't considered that Feng Shiniang would simply abandon the project.

In this way, she will become fish on Chu Yang's chopping board, just like last time.

"I'm a man of my word. As long as you cripple Chu Yang's martial arts right now, I'll transfer the money immediately."

As soon as these words were spoken, Feng Shiniang let out a low roar, and her giant palm, as large as a fan, wrapped with a strong wind, struck Chu Yang's chest with lightning speed!

"Bang--!"

Chu Yang let out a muffled groan of extreme pain, his body flying out of the bathroom like a kite with a broken string.

"puff!"

Upon hearing the sound of someone vomiting blood, Murong Lan's delicate body in the bathtub trembled violently.

"Palace Master, spare me! I surrender! Please don't cripple my martial arts!"

Inside the bedroom, Chu Yang's voice, filled with fear and despair, reached Murong Lan's ears.

Immediately afterwards, the bedroom was filled with even more intense muffled thuds, the sound of furniture breaking, and Chu Yang's continuous pleas for mercy and cries of pain.

"Ah! Don't cripple my martial arts! Little White, save me!"

As Murong Lan listened to the fierce fighting outside and Chu Yang's heart-wrenching pleas for mercy while underwater, the pent-up frustration in her heart vanished, replaced by an unprecedented sense of exhilaration and relief.

She quickly dried herself off and changed into an elegant silk nightgown.

When she pushed open the dilapidated bathroom door and stepped into the bedroom, she saw a complete mess.

Feng Shiniang stood proudly in the center, with Luanfeng and Fangdan standing by her side.

Chu Yang huddled in the corner, his T-shirt soaked in large patches of glaring "blood".

His face was deathly pale, blood still lingered at the corner of his mouth, and he was weak and listless, looking as if his martial arts skills had been completely destroyed and he was seriously injured and on the verge of death.

Murong Lan's lips curled into a victorious smile as she looked down at Chu Yang on the ground: "You got what you deserved."

Chu Yang coughed up another mouthful of blood, his head lolled to the side, and he fainted.

After examining the area, Luanfeng looked towards Murong Lan.

"Now that your request has been met, are you sure you don't want to kill him?"

Murong Lan nodded without hesitation, "Yes! Don't kill them!"

Luanfeng nodded. "In that case, this cooperation has ended, and you should pay the remaining balance."

Murong Lan looked at Chu Yang, who was covered in blood and had already fainted, with a puzzled expression.

"Is he... really finished?"

Luanfeng's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, her expression displeased.

"The Palace Master himself took action, and you dare to question him?"

Although the tall and imposing Feng Shiniang was wearing a mask, the terrifying pressure emanating from her body made Murong Lan tremble.

Although she also felt that the reward of 2 billion was simply not cost-effective and was a huge loss.

But she started this herself, and if she can firmly establish a relationship with a power like Yun Palace through this incident, then she won't have to worry about dealing with other figures like Zhao Yang, Liu Yang, or Sun Yang in the future.

Thinking of this, she followed the example of Luanfeng and Fangdan earlier, bowing deeply and saying, "Please forgive me, Your Majesty, I will transfer the money now."

A moment later, the transfer was completed.

Feng Shiniang acted as if she had finished her business and was about to leave, leaping out of the window without caring that she was wearing a very short bodycon skirt and that her private parts were exposed.

Upon catching a glimpse of "springtime," Murong Lan's lips twitched, sensing that something was amiss.

"President Murong, my junior sister and I must also depart now. Farewell, and may we meet again in the martial world!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Luanfeng prepared to leave with Fangdan.

"etc!"

Murong Lan quickly stopped the two of them and pointed at Chu Yang.

"What should we do about him?"

Luanfeng was in a hurry to leave, as it would be very embarrassing if she were exposed, so she just gave a casual reply.

"Do whatever you want with him! If you want to torture him, like I said before, make him suddenly feel like he's dying amidst extreme pleasure."

Fang Dan was also in a hurry to leave, and seeing that Murong Lan seemed a little lost, she quickly added something.

"I've heard that the precursor to a man dying from exhaustion is a flushed, blood-red complexion all over his body. That's all I have to say! Farewell!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Luanfeng and Fangdan did not leap up. Their cultivation level did not allow it at the moment. They could only quickly leave the house, jogging all the way down the stairs to the left.

Murong Lan was somewhat stunned, looking at Chu Yang whose fate was unknown, and suddenly felt a little scared.

"Hey! Are you... dead?"