Chapter 255

The three women behind him gave Wang Yu no time to think: the woman in the pink robe flickered an odd glint in her eyes, flicked a hand seal, and the massive leaf beneath her immediately roared, erupting in astonishing green light.

A hissing sound.

The giant leaf transformed into a blinding green radiance, its speed doubling, and in just a few blurred flashes, it appeared directly above Wang Yu in the void.

The Widow of Huanyi Palace immediately drew her Tianxiang Fan from her sleeve, giggled, and swept it downward.

Whoosh.

Pink mist gushed wildly from the fan, coalescing endlessly in all directions until it formed thick veils of fog, completely covering a space the size of an acre.

On the other side, Ye Zhen slapped her waist pouch, and a swarm of black, monstrous snakes flew out, vanishing into the pink mist.

The woman in the pink robe drifted lightly down from the leaf, her eyes shimmering with allure, her figure swaying gracefully; even with her face veiled, anyone who saw her knew at a glance she was an unparalleled beauty.

Wang Yu felt every movement of this woman radiated a strange allure, compelling him not to look away from her form for even a moment—but in his overclocked state, his mind was in a hyper-rational condition, and he instantly forced himself to slowly avert his gaze from her face, glancing instead at the other two women, then said coolly:

"Very well. Last time, you two left without a word, yet now you've come seeking me out—clearly you've found backing. Is this also a disciple of the Huanyi Palace? Before we fight, might I know your name?"

Hearing Wang Yu's cold tone, the woman in the pink robe showed a flicker of surprise; the other two women also blinked in astonishment, exchanging glances.

"I am Bi Xinxiu. May I ask your esteemed name? Among peers, aside from Zhu Wuyan that madman, you are the first man I've ever met who remains unmoved by my presence." The woman in the pink robe raised a delicate, jade-like wrist and lightly touched the exquisite jade hairpin in her hair, asking with a tone of curiosity—her voice low, yet magnetic.

The instant her voice reached Wang Yu's ears, his heart leapt—he felt it was heavenly music, and a powerful emotion surged into his mind, urging him to tear off her veil and see her face clearly, as if failing to do so would be a grave sin.

But the moment his eyes flickered with strange light, his overclocked rational mind triggered a surge of immense spiritual force within his consciousness sea.

A hum.

Wang Yu snapped back to clarity, his expression darkening as he suddenly let out a long howl.

Ooooh.

The howl echoed like a monkey's cry, unceasing, tearing through the sky and shaking the surrounding void.

The woman in the pink robe's expression shifted slightly.

Ye Zhen and the widow both stepped back two paces, their faces twisted with pain, and their gazes toward Wang Yu now held unmistakable shock.

"So you're the famed Fifth True Disciple of the Huanyi Palace. I am Wan Shan of the Four Symbols Sect, Wanshan."

After a moment, Wang Yu's howl ceased abruptly. He bluntly announced his name, then continued staring at the woman:

"I've heard you're famed for your charm arts, said to be irresistible even to peers. I'd like to test your skill—I refuse to believe you can still use charm arts after my assault."

As he spoke, he drew a deep breath, his body swelling dramatically, while golden mist shimmered across his skin.

"Wan Shan? Never heard of you. You're not a true disciple of the Four Symbols Sect—you must have spiritual strength far beyond your realm to resist my charm art even at three-tenths power." The woman in the pink robe smiled, not alarmed.

"Wan is merely an inner sect disciple of the Four Symbols Sect. If you have no more idle talk, Wan will send all three of you to your end." Under hyper-rational control, Wang Yu ignored the woman's astonishing allure, crossed his green-and-red long blade before him, and spoke coldly.

"Fight? Though your abilities are extraordinary—even able to match Zhu Wuyan the madman—you face three True Disciples here, and I hold a defense talisman bestowed by our Ancestor."

"No matter how you look at it, you can at best force us to retreat—killing us? Wan Daoist, you're dreaming." The woman in the pink robe laughed lightly.

"A talisman? Then we'll have to fight first." Wang Yu replied without expression, seemingly unmoved by her words.

"All you men think only of fighting. Though I'm not afraid of battle, I have no desire to die against a powerhouse like you, Wan Daoist. So I have a proposal—will you hear it?" Bi Xinxiu frowned slightly, sighed, and said.

"A proposal? Go on." Wang Yu glanced up at the other two women.

These three women were no weaklings—if they truly joined forces, it would be no easy matter to drive them off.

On the giant green leaf, Ye Zhen had drawn a black, flute-like artifact from her sleeve; the Huanyi Palace widow still held the Tianxiang Fan in one hand, but the crystal orb was gone—replaced by a stack of talismans in various colors.

Both women had clearly prepared for a major battle.

"Simple. I've observed your spiritual strength is formidable—you resisted even my three-tenths power charm art. So I propose a wager."

"I wager that even with your superior spiritual strength, you cannot withstand my full-power charm art. If you remain lucid and unmoved when I unleash my full technique, you win." Bi Xinxiu spoke with perfect confidence.

"Sounds interesting. What's the stake?" Wang Yu asked, surprised, then narrowed his eyes in return.

"Simple: the spoils we each gathered in the realm. If I lose, I surrender all my storage pouches. If you lose, you surrender yours." Bi Xinxiu glanced at the several storage pouches at Wang Yu's waist and replied without hesitation.

"Hmph. How do I know you haven't already hidden your realm spoils elsewhere?" Wang Yu shook his head.

"If you distrust me, you may inspect my realm spoils first. If you're satisfied, then make the wager." The woman in the pink robe replied calmly, as if expecting this.

"No need for such trouble. If you lose, just hand over their storage pouches too." Wang Yu's mind raced, then he suddenly smiled, pointing at the two women above.

His spiritual strength was already several times stronger than that of peers his level—and with his overclocked mode aiding him, his mind could achieve near-perfect rationality. There was no way he could lose this wager.