Chapter 5124 — That Sets My Mind at Ease
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Young Master Yu was likewise drooling at the sight, yet he could not help voicing a certain doubt: "Who are you? How is it I've never seen you before?"
"Your humble servant is called Hongniang." So saying, the young woman walked straight toward Jing Taiyang. Jing Taiyang hastened to shove aside the escort girls beside him and make room for her—fine as those girls' looks were, set side by side with this Hongniang they simply could not compare.
Young Master Yu could not help lamenting the waste: a top-notch piece like this was something no man would let slip by. Yet he dared not contest Jing Taiyang for her. He had seen Jing Taiyang's strength with his own eyes—a centuries-old local clan had once retained three legendary masters, and Jing Taiyang had walked over and slit all three throats with a single blade, his movements and bearing no different from slaughtering chickens. And the reason was simply that the three had blocked his path. This was a man of terrifying power!
Hongniang pressed her soft, boneless body against Jing Taiyang's side, trailing her fingernails lightly across his chest while leaning to his ear and asking, her breath sweet as orchid: "Brother Jing, do you have any other friends you know here?"
"Friends? My fellow disciples are all up in Shennongjia—what friends could I have here? Still, it's just as well they're not around, or a stunner like you might never have fallen to me!" Jing Taiyang laughed heartily, utterly without restraint.
"Is that so? Then your humble servant can rest easy." Hongniang smiled a cryptic smile; with a little more pressure of her hand, her nails at once traced a shallow cut across Jing Taiyang's chest. She licked her tongue with consummate seductiveness. "Does it hurt?"
"Haha, not at all—a trifle." Jing Taiyang, still utterly spellbound, continued to run his hands all over Hongniang. For a cultivator, injury was an everyday affair; the Thousand Blades Sect's methods of cultivation were peculiar in particular, and they were bloodied every few days, long since used to it. What was a little scratch like this but nothing at all?
Yet the words had scarcely left his mouth when Jing Taiyang's vision suddenly swam, and the true qi within his body actually began to stagnate and go still. He gave a violent start and forced himself upright. However great a lecher he might be, even he had realized it now. There was something wrong with this woman!
"You... who in the world are you?" Jing Taiyang's footing was unsteady; swaying, he pointed at Hongniang and shouted his demand.
"Tsk, tsk—worthy indeed of an early-Foundation cultivator out of the Primordial Alliance. Smearing on our newest biochemical agent, and you can still stand. Impressive." Hongniang smiled an unfathomable smile.
At that same moment, the floor-to-ceiling window beside them shattered with a bang, and four men in black flew in through the air, one hard on another's heels. Every one of them was a Heaven-rank consummate master of fierce, piercing aura. Without a word they encircled Jing Taiyang—as for Young Master Yu and the other escort girls, they were silenced in an instant, before they could even scream.
It had all happened too suddenly; Jing Taiyang was wholly unprepared. An early-Foundation expert out of the Primordial Alliance, come to the mundane world where he ought to have been invincible—who would have thought he would end up someone else's quarry?
Counting Hongniang, five Heaven-rank consummate masters now had him surrounded. At any ordinary time Jing Taiyang would have scoffed: never mind that only a single rank lay between early Foundation and Heaven-rank consummate, the gulf between them was as heaven from earth. And Jing Taiyang was, besides, a core disciple groomed with emphasis by the Thousand Blades Sect, his strength and depth outstanding among experts of his rank—let alone one against five, one against ten would have been easy as could be.