Chapter 238
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Defeat!
Death!
Shen Yunrui did not wish to die.
At that moment, with a trembling smile, Shen Yunrui said, “To discuss the art of alchemy and then resort to shouting and fighting is truly indecent.”
“I admit defeat to you, Ye Wushuang,” he continued.
As he spoke, Shen Yunrui took a step back, clearly intending to leave the Qingyun Pavilion. The alchemists from the Shengdan Pavilion beside him also began to retreat.
“Lost and now thinking of cheating your way out?” a sharp, mocking voice rang out. “Do you really think you can come and go as you please in the Qingyun Pavilion?”
At that moment, Mu Qiqi took a step forward, and in an instant, guards from the Qingyun Pavilion surrounded the group from the Shengdan Pavilion. The atmosphere in the hall became tense and hostile.
Seeing this, Shen Yunrui’s demeanor turned fierce. He looked around and shouted, “I am a top-tier alchemist of the third rank from the Shengdan Pavilion. Who dares to kill me?”
His aura burst forth, revealing him to be a true master of the Yuanfu realm. The guards of the Qingyun Pavilion, sensing his power, instinctively took a few steps back. If this master were to fight to the death, the entire Qingyun Pavilion might be destroyed.
Ye Wushuang, witnessing this scene, was momentarily stunned, his fingers twitching slightly.
But at that very moment, a cold gust of wind swept through the vast hall of the Qingyun Pavilion, followed by a sudden, blood-curdling scream.
*Boom, boom…*
The low, explosive sounds echoed through the air. Everyone’s eyes turned to the source, their expressions horrified.
Master Shen Yunrui’s arms, which had been intact just a second ago, were now shattered into a bloody mist. Blood gushed from his shoulders, and Shen Yunrui’s face turned pale as he wailed in agony.
At that moment, a clear and indifferent voice rang out.
“Since a wager was made in writing, it would be best to follow through with what was written…”
As the voice spoke, the temperature around them seemed to drop gradually. The crowd parted to reveal a woman approaching gracefully.
She was dressed in a black dress, with a graceful figure and an elegant gait, appearing to be in her twenties. Her skin was as white as snow, and her smooth black hair was casually held back by a simple jade hairpin, adding a touch of charm.
Her beauty was like a blooming rose—vivid yet innocent, so captivating that one’s heart seemed to melt upon seeing her.
Beside her stood a man, cloaked entirely in black, exuding an aura of sternness and lethality. Blood dripped from the long knife in his hand.
Clearly, he was the one who had struck.
“Mother…,” Mu Qiqi exclaimed in surprise upon seeing the woman.
Shen Yunrui, now pale-faced, looked at the woman and shouted, “Qing Mengli, do you dare to kill me? The Shengdan Pavilion…”
*Whoosh…*
However, in an instant, the cloaked man flashed forward, appearing before Shen Yunrui with his blade pressed against the latter’s neck, a thin line of blood appearing.
At that moment, Shen Yunrui’s face turned extremely ugly, and he was unable to utter a word.
Only then did everyone realize the identity of the woman.
Qing Mengli!
She was the younger sister of the current emperor of the Qingyun Empire and the highly esteemed Princess, as well as the head of the Qingyun Pavilion. If Prince Zhen Shan, Qing Shanya, was the emperor’s right-hand man, then Princess Qing Mengli was his left arm.
At that moment, the members of the Qingyun Pavilion bowed respectfully to the true head of their organization.
Qing Mengli, who appeared very young, spoke in an exceptionally ethereal voice, “You came to my Qingyun Pavilion to cause trouble, and I, as the head, am not interested in arguing with you. However, since a wager was made, it must be honored. To use the Shengdan Pavilion to pressure me? You… are not worthy.”
At that moment, Shen Yunrui felt as if he had fallen into an icy abyss.
Since Princess Qing Mengli took charge of the Qingyun Pavilion, she had always been known for her ruthless and decisive methods.
He had never dreamed that she would be in the Qingyun Pavilion.
Shen Yunrui’s face was now contorted with an expression of helplessness as he looked at the young man beside him, seeking assistance.
