My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

The Arhat Subduing Dragon was not buying his act at all.

He put his hands in his pockets and glanced coldly at Blood Slaughter Ancestor.

"Isn't the one who became famous for getting beaten up the devil we pinned to the ground and beat for an hour on camera?"

"Also, just a heads up, your foundation is caked up. No matter how much you apply, you can't hide the smell of a coffin from a tree bark that's thousands of years old."

"You!" Blood Slaughter Ancestor was so angry that he almost went berserk on the spot.

Four powerful cultivators, at the Nascent Soul stage, were on the verge of exchanging blows on the red carpet.

The terrifying clash of energy fields made the surrounding air thicken.

And at this very moment.

Just outside the red carpet, behind the crowded flow of people.

The monk Bianji was mingling in the crowd.

He stood on tiptoe, peering through the layers of heads at the few figures in the center of the red carpet that everyone was watching.

His mission was to find Princess Gaoyang of the Tang Dynasty royal family.

But as soon as he got to this area, he was so overwhelmed by the terrifying crowd that he couldn't move.

"These mortals are truly insane."

Monk Bianji frowned and patted his disheveled robes.

He closed his eyes and quietly activated the Bodhi beads on his wrist.

At the same time, he silently released his wisp of divine consciousness, which was dedicated to cultivating the seven emotions and six desires, like a spider web.

He was searching for Princess Gaoyang.

Only by finding that woman whose heart is filled with rebellion and longing can he complete the task entrusted to him by the Buddha.

In the eastern market of Chang'an, there is the Drunken Immortal Pavilion.

As the most luxurious entertainment venue in Chang'an, its private rooms are always in high demand and difficult to book.

Especially the top-tier private room on the top floor called "Lan Yue Ge" not only offers a panoramic view of most of Chang'an's prosperity, but is also a symbol of status and prestige.

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Inside the Moon-Viewing Pavilion, however, it was unusually quiet.

A young man dressed in all-black outfit was sitting quietly by the window.

On the mahogany table in front of him was an exquisite white jade tea set.

A cup of clear tea, steaming gently.

The man extended his right hand and picked up the teacup.

That hand was ridiculously large, with veins bulging like dragons on the back of the hand, and thick calluses on the knuckles.

The originally small and exquisite white jade teacup looked like a miniature toy in his hands.

He tilted his head back and drank the tea in the cup in one gulp.

His face was revealed, with features as sharp as if carved by a knife and axe, its lines cold and hard to the extreme.

If someone who knew him before were here, they would be so shocked that their jaw would drop.

This person was none other than Fang Yi'ai, the son of the prime minister who was once introverted, timid, and whose engagement to Princess Gaoyang was even publicly revealed by Li Chen!

A year ago, Fang Yi'ai was a frail scholar who couldn't even kill a chicken.

They don't even dare to speak loudly, and when they suffer injustice, they just swallow their grievances.

Later, the fake monk Bianji who impersonated him was killed by Fang Xuanling's men.

Crown Prince Li Chengqian was furious at his pathetic appearance.

Without saying a word, Li Chengqian forcibly dragged Fang Yi'ai into the devilish training camp of the Tang Dynasty Physical Cultivation Academy.

That was a hellish transformation!

A whole year!

Fang Yi'ai had to endure the pressure of tens of thousands of kilograms of boulders every day.

The body must be immersed in the boiling blood of demonic beasts.

Li Chengqian even took him to those newly surrendered subordinate small worlds, specifically to "spar" with those arrogant and domineering hidden sects.

From being beaten half to death at the beginning to gritting his teeth and fighting back later.

And finally.

With his inherent tenacity, Fang Yi'ai forged a body of steel!

He tore apart the hypocritical scholar's robe and abandoned his cowardly nature.

Fang Yi'ai has now completely transformed into a muscle-bound thug devoid of any emotional fluctuations!

"Bang!"

Just as Fang Yi'ai closed his eyes to rest.

The large door of Lanyue Pavilion, carved from century-old agarwood, was violently kicked open from the outside.

Wood chips flew everywhere.

"I've said it before, this private room is all mine for today! Whoever's inside, get out!"

Accompanied by a clear, arrogant voice filled with boundless anger.

A stunningly beautiful woman dressed in a fiery red brocade palace gown, holding a crimson whip that radiated astonishing spiritual energy.

He strode in, accompanied by several restaurant guards with wry smiles on their faces.

She was Princess Gaoyang, the seventeenth daughter of the Tang Dynasty Emperor!

Gao Yang was in a terrible mood today.

With her father busy in seclusion and her brothers fighting in the martial arts arena every day, she found life in the palace incredibly boring.

I finally got out for some fresh air, so I thought I'd come to the private room with the best view at Zuixianlou and have a drink.

However, the shopkeeper informed them that Lan Yue Pavilion had already been occupied.

With Gao Yang's spoiled temper since childhood, how could he possibly tolerate such humiliation?

Without saying a word, she kicked the door open.

"Hey! The one breathing heavily inside!"

Princess Gaoyang held her chin high, like a proud flamingo.

She didn't even glance at the man sitting by the window, and suddenly lashed the ground with the crimson whip in her hand.

With a crisp "snap," a piece of blue brick was smashed to pieces.

"I'm in a bad mood today. You have three breaths to get out of this door. This tea is on you!"

The room was deathly silent.

Fang Yi'ai, sitting by the window, didn't even lift his eyelids.

He slowly put down his teacup, picked up a clean white silk handkerchief, and leisurely wiped his mouth.

The movement was steady, cold, and even carried a suffocating sense of oppression.

Until you've wiped your mouth.

Fang Yi'ai slowly turned his head, his eyes as emotionless as those of an ancient ferocious beast.

It landed coldly on Princess Gaoyang.

Eyes facing each other.

Princess Gaoyang was taken aback.

Looking at the burly man with a buzz cut and an aura of menacing men in front of her, she felt that his cold, hard face looked somewhat familiar.

But his muscular physique, as if forged from refined steel, and the chilling aura of danger he exuded, made it impossible for her to connect him with someone from her memory.

"What are you looking at? Didn't you hear what I said?"

Gao Yang felt a little uneasy under that gaze, but for the sake of her pride, she still forced herself to raise her chin and shout loudly.

Fang Yi'ai slowly stood up.

His tall and imposing figure instantly blocked the sunlight from the window, casting a large shadow on Gao Yang.

"In everything, there is a first-come, first-served principle."

Fang Yi'ai's voice was hoarse and deep, like two pieces of rusty steel rubbing against each other.

"You broke the door, remember to pay for it. Now, take your men and get out."

These words were spoken.

The restaurant guards standing behind Gao Yang gasped in shock.

In this city of Chang'an, how dare anyone tell Princess Gaoyang to "get lost"?!

Does this person have a death wish?!

Princess Gaoyang was so angry that she laughed instead.

A fierce rage instantly ignited in her beautiful phoenix eyes.