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Zheng Hao's gaze shifted to Ye Niannu, his eyes widening even more, his pupils almost bulging out of their sockets.

He subconsciously licked his lips, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

Only one thought was churning in my mind.

The master and disciple were like frost and snow, one as aloof as snow, the other as charming as spring water.

If I could bring them all into the room, embracing them on both sides, what an intoxicating and soul-stirring experience that would be!

Just thinking about it made Zheng Hao feel a surge of lust rising in his lower abdomen, and even his breathing became heavier.

He stared at Ye Niannu's waist and Ye Wushuang's profile, his gaze so intense it seemed to drip with desire, making no attempt to conceal it.

When Ye Niannu met his lewd and sticky eyes, her stomach churned and a feeling of nausea shot through her throat.

She turned her head slightly, averting her gaze, her cold, stern brows revealing undisguised disgust.

Ye Niannu had already inquired about the background of this young master of the Tianyan Sect.

Zheng Hao's lecherous nature is known to everyone in the Tianyan Sect.

He kept hundreds of concubines and concubines in his backyard, including some innocent women whom he had forcibly abducted.

There are even rumors that his cultivation method is special, and he frequently uses female cultivators' energy-draining techniques. Many of his concubines cannot last more than half a year on his bed before they are exhausted and die.

The women's bodies were quietly transported out of the mansion and buried in the mass grave behind the Tianyan Sect, their bones scattered and forgotten.

How dare this beast in human skin covet her?

Ye Niannu clenched her fingers hidden in her sleeve, suppressing the surging anger, her gaze growing increasingly cold.

Ye Wushuang's expression also darkened.

Her senses were incredibly sharp. The moment Zheng Hao's gaze fell on her, she noticed the sticky and lewd look he gave her, as sticky as if he were crawling with maggots.

Her beautiful brows furrowed slightly, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes.

She had never agreed to Ye Niannu's marriage to Tianyanzong.

When Xu Ming forcefully pushed this matter forward under the pretext of "the overall interests of the sect," she had already strongly opposed it, but she temporarily suppressed the dispute out of consideration for the Supreme Elder.

Now that she has seen this young sect leader in person, she feels a deep sense of disgust and rejection.

Does such a person deserve to marry her Niannu?

Ye Wushuang didn't say anything, but a trace of her aura inadvertently dissipated.

Just a tiny bit.

It was like an invisible mountain that suddenly pressed down on the entire hall.

Zheng Hao was lost in those sordid daydreams when he suddenly felt a weight on his chest.

An indescribable sense of oppression washed over me, as if an invisible giant hand had grabbed my throat.

His face suddenly changed, his breathing became rapid and difficult, the veins on his forehead bulged instantly, and he almost slid off the chair.

"Well!"

He let out a low, hoarse groan, gripping the armrests of the armchair tightly with both hands.

His knuckles turned white, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

His two protectors moved almost simultaneously.

Two figures flanked Zheng Hao, one on the left and one on the right. One of the older men quickly bowed and paid his respects to Ye Wushuang.

His voice was hurried yet respectful.

"Palace Master Ye, please calm your anger! The young sect leader is young and impetuous; if he has offended you in any way, please forgive him!"

Another protector followed suit, bowing deeply, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead.

"On behalf of our young sect leader, we apologize to the Palace Master! Palace Master, please be magnanimous and show mercy!"

Ye Wushuang glanced at the two of them indifferently, without saying anything, and simply withdrew the wisp of aura that had been dissipating.

The oppressive feeling vanished instantly.

Zheng Hao seemed to have all his strength drained away, slumped in the chair, and gasped for breath.

His chest heaved violently, and beads of sweat trickled down his forehead and dripped onto his magnificent brocade robe.

He had his head down, his hands supporting his knees, looking extremely disheveled.

Just a moment ago, he truly felt the threat of death.

The suffocating feeling of being crushed by the aura of the superior made his legs go weak, and he couldn't even stand up.

His face turned pale and then red, looking extremely unwell.

The older protector on the left, under the guise of adjusting his sleeves, leaned close to his ear and spoke in a very low voice.

"Young Sect Master, that is Ye Wushuang, the Palace Master of the Primordial Holy Palace. He is at the peak of the Supreme Realm, only half a step away from becoming a Heavenly Supreme."

"Your gaze was too blatant just now. This is not the Tianyan Sect. Please, Young Sect Master, tone it down."

Zheng Hao gritted his teeth, the muscles in his cheeks tensed, and the anger in his chest almost burst out.

He had never been treated like this before. In the Tianyan Sect, who dared to use their aura to intimidate him?

His father was at the peak of the Supreme Realm, and his grandfather was a true Heavenly Supreme!

But this happens to be the Primordial Holy Palace, Ye Wushuang's territory.

He took a few deep breaths, forcefully suppressing the surging anger and humiliation.

He nodded dryly, managing to force a smile that looked worse than a grimace.

"This young master... understands."

But a deeper resentment was churning within him.

So what if he is the Palace Master of the Primordial Holy Palace?

The Heavenly Evolution Sect will eventually surpass you!

I will not spare either of you, master and disciple!

Once I capture you, I will definitely teach you a lesson and show you what it means to wish you were dead!

Ye Wushuang didn't even glance at him, and led Ye Niannu to sit down on the other side of the guest seats.

She picked up the teacup, her fingertips gently tracing the rim, her gaze indifferent.

Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Xu Ming quickly coughed and tried to smooth things over with a smile.

"Haha, Young Sect Master has come from afar and must be tired from the long journey."

"Come, everyone, have some tea first to moisten your throats. What's on your mind? Sit down and we'll talk slowly."

He then winked at the attendant outside the hall, who quickly refilled the tea and served fruit.

Ye Niannu felt like vomiting at the sight of the Grand Elder's servile manner.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zheng Hao put away his unpleasant expression, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

He put down his cup and his gaze fell on Ye Niannu again.

This time he toned it down a bit, but he still gave Ye Niannu that kind of scrutinizing look that made her feel uncomfortable.

He cleared his throat and began to speak.

"Holy Maiden Niannu, the reason I have come here today is to discuss the marriage agreement between our two sects."

"My grandfather and your clan's Supreme Elder have reached a preliminary agreement; only a specific wedding date and procedure remain to be determined."

He paused, then forced a smile that he thought was deeply affectionate.

"I have long admired Saintess Niannu. If I can gain her favor, I will do everything in my power to protect you."

Ye Niannu raised her eyelids, her voice clear and crisp.

"No need, I do not agree to this marriage."

The hall fell silent instantly.

Zheng Hao's smile froze on his face, and the mask of feigned affection cracked inch by inch, revealing a gloomy and dissatisfied face underneath.

"What did you say?"