After infiltrating the main characters' group, I became the most beautiful woman in the world.

He glanced down at her in the car, his well-defined hand extending directly to her, his fingertips slightly curled.

Just as the girl's fingertips touched his hand, his fingers stiffened slightly, but he casually gripped her wrist with a gentle, careful touch.

As he helped her land, he deliberately turned slightly to block some of the surrounding view. His eyebrows were still raised, but the bright color at the corners of his eyes had faded a bit, and the tips of his ears were subtly tinged with a light pink, hidden behind the gold ornaments at his temples, unnoticed by anyone.

After Su Ning regained his footing, he withdrew his hand. The soft touch on his hand disappeared, and before he could feel disappointed, he keenly sensed something coming from the side.

"careful."

The young man was quick-witted and nimble. The red gold bracelet on his wrist jingled softly, and with a swift movement, he wrapped his long arm around her waist. His strength was undeniably powerful, yet he was careful not to hurt her.

He spun around and pulled her half a step to the side, his brocade robe sweeping away the light dust on the ground, steadily protecting her by his side.

Before Su Ning could react, she was already in the boy's arms.

Her nose was filled with the scent of cold plum blossoms emanating from the boy, but the body in her hands was burning hot.

It turned out to be a few children chasing a ball. The ball rolled quickly, heading straight towards the direction where Su Ning had just stood.

Kong Qing was scolding the children, and Su Ning was forced to lean against the boy's chest. His hand was still around her waist, with an air of authority that left no room for refusal.

Su Ning was a little uncomfortable with such intimacy and was about to pull away from his embrace when she heard a familiar voice.

"Su Su!"

A lean figure swept past the alleyway to the side, his scorching palm wind carrying a sharp force, and attacked Lou Xianyue.

Just as Su Ning was about to speak, she was suddenly pulled into the arms of the young man in front of her, even tighter.

Lou Xianyue tightened her grip on the waist of the person in her arms, firmly protecting her to the side, and took a half-step to the side to avoid the palm strike.

The red gold bracelet on her wrist made a crisp sound as she struck the attacker's hand with a powerful, forceful punch.

With a loud "boom".

A deep thud reverberated through the alley, and the sudden gust of wind from the palm exploded outwards, swirling dust and sand around them. Wine flags fluttered wildly along the alley, and the copper bells hanging from the eaves jingled erratically.

The golden-red brocade robe and the black tunic shirt fluttered wildly at the same time, and a faint white frost condensed where the energy intertwined. The remaining wind swept across the alley entrance, causing the cloth ball left behind by the child to roll straight away.

Su Ning was held securely in someone's arms, not even a single strand of her hair was disturbed.

Yue Zijin's eyes were still slightly dark. He had been searching the city all night and was just about to go back to the inn to ask Brother You when he saw the girl he had been longing for being held in someone's arms.

Even though Su Ning had changed her clothes and was wearing a veil, he was certain it was her just from a side profile.

Before she could even think it through, her hands moved to attack the pretty boy next to her.

He stared at the man in front of him, his hand clenched into a fist. Before he could marvel at the depth of the man's inner strength, he saw that the man's other hand was still tightly wrapped around Su Ning's waist.

My brain felt like it was being steamed by anger.

Yue Zijin's eyes were bloodshot, and the internal force in his palm surged like a tide. He suddenly pushed it up by three points, and the scorching aura of his palm struck the face of the man in front of him.

He slashed fiercely at Lou Xianyue's right open space with every move, trying to force him to let go.

Lou Xianyue's brows furrowed, and he spun around in his golden-red brocade robe, creating a gust of wind. He tightened his left arm around Su Ning, encircling her completely in his embrace.

Where their clothes touched, he could clearly feel her breath trembling slightly with fear.

He met Yue Zijin's attack with his right palm. The loud thud of their palms colliding caused the goods on the surrounding stalls to fall. Even though he was only using one hand to meet the attack, he was still able to handle it with ease.

He didn't even raise an eyebrow, only raised his chin, a mocking glint in his eyes, his voice as cold as ice: "Overestimating yourself."

Yue Zijin was thoroughly enraged by his arrogant and haughty demeanor, and his palm strikes became even more ruthless, his fingers like blades, slashing straight at Lou Xianyue's wrist that was holding Su Ning's waist.

"Let go!" Yue Zijin roared, the shockwave causing Su Ning's veil to fly backward, revealing a slender jawline.

Lou Xianyue's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly tightened his left arm, pressing her face against his chest.

"Young Master!"

Kong Qing turned around and shouted angrily.

As soon as Yue Zijin rushed over, Kong Qing and the rest of his followers thought of pulling the crazy boy away.

However, Yue Zijin was not alone. The people from the Heavenly Sword Hall had been searching for him all night, originally intending to deal with Duan Ming, but now they were all entangled in fighting with Lou Xianyue's followers.

Cheng Yefu knew that Yue Zijin was the chosen one that Tangxi had finally found, and that he had been wandering outside and had never learned real martial arts.

Therefore, the people assigned to him were all elite warriors from the Sword Forging Manor's Heavenly Sword Hall.

When Yue Zijin charged forward, the group immediately engaged in a fight with Kong Qing and seven or eight of his followers.

The entire street was in complete chaos.

The surrounding vendors were busy trying to escape, neglecting their stalls, while some martial arts practitioners watched the spectacle from the sidelines.

Some of the more knowledgeable people recognized the red-clad youth as a member of the Lou family, while the poor boy, dressed in simple clothes, was followed by people from the Sword Casting Manor.

He became interested and even ordered a plate of peanuts, sitting at a table not far away, watching the farce with great interest.

Su Ning only found an opportunity when the two had created some distance between them.

She gently pushed against Lou Xianyue's chest, her soft voice mingling with the surrounding noise, yet clearly reaching their ears: "Zijin, stop!"

Yue Zijin's palm strike abruptly halted, nearly backfiring from his internal energy. He looked up in disbelief at the girl being protected in Lou Xianyue's arms, his voice hoarse: "Su Su?"

Su Ning stopped Lou Xianyue from making another move, stepped out of his embrace, and her eyes, hidden behind her veil, showed apology: "I'm sorry, he's my friend."

As Yue Zijin watched Su Ning walk towards him step by step, the gloom in his eyes was instantly dispelled, and his mind gradually returned to normal.

He ran straight over and hugged the girl tightly. His voice was deep and resonant as he stroked her smooth, dark hair with his right hand. His voice carried a hint of grievance that he himself didn't even realize, "Su Su, I've been looking for you all night."

Although Yue Zijin was carefree, her embrace was gentle and careful, like that of some large dog anxiously seeking its warmth.

Su Ning knew he must be terrified, so she hugged him back and gently patted his back. "It's alright, I'm back."

The red-clad youth, ignored by everyone, stood still, his golden-red brocade robe fluttering in the wind. He coldly observed the scene, his fingers gently stroking the ground, as if savoring the last lingering warmth of the girl's departure.

His face was expressionless, but the corners of his lips were pressed into a cold, hard arc, devoid of any smile, revealing an air of detached arrogance.