My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

"How dare you! You actually tell this princess to get lost?!"

Princess Gaoyang flicked her wrist.

The crimson whip in his hand instantly burst into dazzling flames, like a ferocious fire serpent, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air.

Without any mercy, he slapped Fang Yi'ai hard across the face!

If that whip were to strike hard, an ordinary person would definitely be torn to shreds on the spot.

Faced with this fierce attack.

Fang Yi'ai's face remained expressionless.

He did not activate any true energy, nor did he dodge.

Just as the flaming whip was about to strike his face, at the last possible moment...

Fang Yi'ai suddenly raised his right hand.

fast!

Incredibly fast!

"Snapped!"

A dull thud.

That crimson whip, imbued with astonishing spiritual power, was actually controlled by Fang Yi'ai's calloused hand.

Bare-handed, he gripped the air tightly!

The flames on the whip went out the instant they touched his palm, as if they had encountered some terrifying monster!

"What?!"

Princess Gaoyang was terrified and pulled the whip back forcefully.

But they found that the whip was as if it had been cast into an iron mountain, and it did not move at all.

"A princess of the great Tang Dynasty, yet she acts like a shrew."

Fang Yi'ai's voice was extremely cold.

He suddenly pulled his right arm back.

The terrifyingly powerful pure physical strength erupted from the long whip!

Princess Gaoyang felt an irresistible, overwhelming force suddenly coming from the other end of the whip.

She didn't even have time to let go before she instantly lost her balance.

With a gasp, Gao Yang's delicate body was lifted off the ground by this strange force and rushed straight towards Fang Yi'ai!

"what!"

Princess Gaoyang was flailing her arms and legs in mid-air, about to crash into that chest that was like an iron wall.

Fang Yi'ai frowned slightly.

He reached out his left hand and grabbed Gao Yang by the back of the neck.

It's like carrying a ferocious little kitten.

Without any mercy, he slammed the arrogant Tang princess down onto the hard mahogany tea table in front of her!

"Bang!"

The tea table shook violently, and tea splashed everywhere.

Princess Gaoyang's cheek was forced to be pressed against the cold tabletop.

She tried to struggle, but the large hand pressing on the back of her neck was like a five-fingered mountain, pressing down on her so that she couldn't move even a finger.

humiliation!

An unprecedented and extreme humiliation!

"How dare you! You audacious scoundrel! Release this princess at once!"

Princess Gaoyang was so angry that her eyes turned red and tears were about to stream down her face.

She twisted her body desperately while screaming hysterically.

"Guards! Tear him to pieces!"

The guards behind him then seemed to wake from a dream and drew their weapons, ready to step forward.

"If you don't want to die, don't move."

Fang Yi'ai did not turn around, but coldly uttered six words.

A terrifying aura belonging to a body cultivator, like a tangible sea of ​​blood, instantly swept through the entire private room.

The guards were so frightened that their legs went weak, and they dropped their weapons to the ground, no longer daring to take another step forward.

Fang Yi'ai slowly lowered his head.

That cold, hard face leaned close to Princess Gaoyang's ear.

His hot breath hit Gao Yang's fair neck, causing an uncontrollable shiver.

"Gao Yang".

Fang Yi'ai read out her name, his tone devoid of any reverence for the royal family.

"It's been a year, and your unreasonable and domineering temper hasn't changed at all."

Hearing that familiar voice, and that addressing him by his full name.

Princess Gaoyang, who was pressed down on the table, suddenly stiffened.

She turned her head with difficulty, staring intently at the cold face so close to her with an incredulous look.

The contours between his brows finally matched those of the person in his memory.

but.

But that good-for-nothing scholar who was rejected by his fiancé and didn't even dare to raise his head.

How could he possibly transform into this muscular thug exuding terrifying ferocity?!

"You...you are..."

Princess Gaoyang's lips trembled slightly, and her pupils dilated violently.

"Fang...Fang Yi'ai?!"

Fang Yi'ai did not answer.

He simply released his grip indifferently and straightened his body.

He dusted off his hands as if throwing away a piece of worthless trash.

"Door, remember to pay for it."

He left behind this cold, indifferent statement.

Fang Yi'ai didn't even glance at Gao Yang, who was slumped on the table, and strode out of Lan Yue Pavilion.

All that remained was a broad, cold, and unbearable silhouette.

Princess Gaoyang covered her reddened nape and stared blankly at the broken door.

Her mind went blank.

Humiliation, anger, shock.

And a strange, inexplicable feeling of her heart racing that she couldn't quite explain.

Inside her chest, they were frantically intertwined.

……

at the same time.

It's located on the street opposite Zuixianlou.

A handsome monk dressed in a moon-white robe and holding prayer beads stood quietly in the shadow of a roof.

Monk Bianji narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly, his gaze passing through the broken windows of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion.

The arrow landed precisely on Princess Gaoyang, who was sitting in the private room with a blank expression and rapid breathing.

"Oh……"

A chillingly wicked smile crept across Bianji's lips.

"Anger, humiliation, and a hint of curiosity and resentment hidden deep in my heart."

Bianji's slender fingers gently twirled the Bodhi beads on his wrist.

"What perfect emotional fluctuations! This is simply the finest nourishment for the 'Ode to the Great Compassion of the Seven Emotions and Six Desires'."

He slowly closed his eyes.

He formed a strange lotus mudra with his hands.

An invisible, formless pink wave, specifically targeting the desires deep within the soul, silently passed through the bustling street.

Like a venomous snake, it coiled around Princess Gaoyang in the Lanyue Pavilion.

"Let this humble monk soothe the restlessness in Her Highness's heart."

however.

Just as that pink wave was about to touch Princess Gaoyang at the critical moment.

Fang Yi'ai had just stepped out of the Zuixianlou restaurant.

They suddenly stopped walking.

The beast-like intuition he honed in endless life-and-death battles.

He keenly sensed the extremely subtle yet nauseatingly dangerous aura in the air!

Fang Yi'ai suddenly turned his head.

Those eyes were as cold as those of an ancient, ferocious beast.

It traversed dozens of feet of void.

He stared intently at the monk Bianji, who stood in the shadow of the eaves!

Their gazes collided violently in the air!

The monk Bianji's hands, which were forming a mudra, suddenly froze.

A chill that was hard to describe instantly rose in his heart.

How could the eyes of this mortal warrior be so terrifying?!