Chapter 261: Great Qi Dynasty Eldest Princess, Princess Yu Su

The bright moon streamed in, a ray of light guided the way, bright toward the mountain.

The pure moonlight arrived before Chen Chuyang and halted; a woman's silhouette came with the moonlight.

The moonlight condensed, gradually taking the shape of a human.

The gaze from below the mountain vanished; looking again, the woman was already standing before me, the moonlight covering her body, even her face shrouded by the moonlight, vague and indistinct. Up close, her features could not be seen; the faint moonlight was like gauze, blurring the view.

On Longshe Shan, a disc of moonlight hung in the sky, shining directly on the woman's position, echoing the moon above, attracting and reflecting each other, as if that moon were there to protect her.

The woman raised her hand, the moonlight on her body flickered; she was a woman cherished by the bright moon, her entrance exuding impressive aura. Chen Chuyang, seeing this, couldn't help exclaim, "The moonlight is enchanting."

Is the moonlight enchanting, or is the woman before me enchanting?

Unable to discern her features or her figure, only a vague outline could be seen; precisely that sparked wild imagination.

It's not that Chen Chuyang lacks resolve; rather, this woman exudes a pure, sacred aura that can be admired from afar but not defiled. This sacred aura heightens the mystery, evoking a sense of conquest.

Chen Chuyang glanced, his gaze returning to calm. Such a woman is indeed mysterious and sacred, yet he remained unmoved.

Any woman, compared to Shang Hongxue, would be slightly inferior.

The woman was also surprised; she hadn't expected Chen Chuyang to look at her once and not a second time, nor harbor any extra thoughts. Those eyes, that gaze, were unlike the usual men's, which were filled with all sorts of disgust.

The man was simple, or rather, he had no other thoughts toward her—just pure admiration. Chen Chuyang's gaze was more focused on the moonlight on her, a quality that intrigued him further; he was analyzing that radiance, also dissecting the technique she employed.

Jing Yuheng stood quietly beside them, his eyes landing on Chen Chuyang, and he was surprised.

To awaken from the Highness's moonlight with just a glance, after all these years, he is still the first.

All men—no, all people regardless of gender—who see the Highness's moonlight become entranced and then intoxicated.

This is the Highness's ability, also the peculiarity of the technique she cultivates; all genders may fall into some state—be it inferiority, affection, intoxication, or daydreaming—depending on each person's mind. Impure thoughts naturally drift to other matters, such as certain disgusting things.

But Chen Chuyang did not; he watched calmly, his gaze more on the Divine Ability the Highness possessed.

Cough cough cough.

Jing Yuheng coughed, breaking the awkward silence.

Chen Chuyang turned his head, looking toward where Jing Yuheng stood.

Daoist Chen, this is our Highness; I suppose you have some conjecture.

Chen Chuyang blinked, then shook his head.

Who?

The Great Qi Dynasty is so vast, with many Highnesses; he couldn't know which one.

He also didn't know who the woman before him was; his knowledge of the Great Qi Dynasty was limited.

His thoughts were not on the dynasty; his mind was solely on Longshe Shan and Pill Refining; the rest, sorry, was beyond his contemplation.

Dynasty, princess, prince, or anyone else, he placed them out of his sight.

The Great Qi Dynasty can only intimidate mortals a bit; for cultivators, that's about it—perhaps in sheer authority it is still inferior to those sects.

The woman before him was startled, lifted her gaze, stared at Chen Chuyang, and found the man was not lying.

Both women were stunned, at a loss for what to say.

The two exchanged a glance; Jing Yuheng asked again, "Daoist Chen, do you truly not recognize our Highness?"

Chen Chuyang thought for a moment, having no recollection; instead, Heishanyang sensed the commotion and sauntered down.

He arrived beside Chen Chuyang, his small eyes watching the two, focusing more on the Highness.

Princess Yu Su stared at Heishanyang, evidently frozen for a moment.

Seeing it swagger over, it circled the two of them once without a word, then returned to lie beside Chen Chuyang, closing its cunning eyes.

I, this Highness, am the Great Qi Dynasty Eldest Princess Yu Su.

The woman extended her hand, introducing herself.

Her pale right hand bore no pores, white as snow; at a glance one could tell she was a woman who had never done labor.

The privileged woman's right hand was like white jade—smooth and delicate.

Chen Chuyang reached out, touching her, while attempting to use Spiritual Sense to probe her body, mainly to analyze which Divine Ability she possessed.

This Divine Ability was decent, its effect substantial.

If he mastered this show‑off Divine Ability, it could certainly be turned into an even more flamboyant, cooler Divine Ability.

Princess Yu Su furrowed her brows, released her hand, and continued staring at Chen Chuyang, seemingly warning him.

She sensed that Spiritual Sense ripple, but it was blocked.

You, have quite the nerve.

Chen Chuyang awkwardly scratched his head, having been found out; this woman's strength was not weak, far surpassing Jing Yuheng.

She could even block his Spiritual Sense; Chen Chuyang examined Princess Yu Su again, this Great Qi Dynasty Eldest Princess was remarkable—her cultivation as a woman was extraordinarily high.

Among women, aside from Elder Xinran, she was one of the highest cultivated women Chen Chuyang had encountered.

That layer of moonlight concealed her true cultivation; when Chen Chuyang's hand touched, he sensed her genuine level.

Golden Core Triple Heaven, a solid Golden Core realm, with qi dense and abundant—far thicker than ordinary Golden Core Triple Heaven by many folds. Chen Chuyang guessed it was due to the technique she cultivated, a truly remarkable technique.

Daoist friend, your cultivation is admirable, truly admirable.

Chen Chuyang smiled as he spoke, pouring tea.

Princess Yu Su sat down, glanced at Heishanyang, feeling a bit wary.

More so, she was wary of Chen Chuyang; she realized she could not see through this man before her.

Cultivation, strength, or anything else—she knew nothing.

Just now she was almost swept all over by this man's Spiritual Sense; fortunately she was on guard, yet she still fell into his trap.

Her own Divine Ability failed to block him, and her qi likewise.

A very strange person, with very strange qi.

This man's Spiritual Sense is powerful; it must be drawn to.

Princess Yushu secretly thought, the person before her is an expert, someone worth winning over.

She came this time also to win over such talent.

She needs experts, she needs helpers.

Her power is too thin, also too weak; upon encountering such talent, how could she not come in person to win them over?

After Jing Yuheng went back to report, she immediately rushed over, just to get ahead of others and properly win over this person.

But she never expected that Chen Chuyang's cultivation would be so mysterious, she couldn't see through it.