Chapter 118: Saint Lord

Fu Qinghuan scanned the audience proudly.

She firmly believed that whether it was Yang Yu or the Bai family, they might dare to put pressure on the Holy Land, but they wouldn't dare to actually touch the Saintess.

"Yang Yu, you have grown so fast, I really admire you. But no matter how talented you are, you are ultimately at the Spirit Sea Realm. And I am a Saintess, the successor of the Holy Land... You had better re-examine the relationship between the two of us."

Fu Qinghuan said somewhat contemptuously.

Yang Yu chuckled and said: "Do you really think I don't dare to kill you?"

"Hmph."

Fu Qinghuan snorted, not answering, but indicating her attitude.

"I originally intended to go to the Holy Land myself to settle our grievances. But since you came to your death, heh... I will satisfy you."

Yang Yu's gaze turned cold, and he suddenly drew his sword!

The Taixu Divine Sword swept fiercely towards Fu Qinghuan's neck.

She had not expected this sword at all.

This vicious man actually had the heart to kill her!

When Fu Qinghuan realized the danger, her first reaction was to dodge.

Although the other party was just an ordinary sweep, not the terrifying martial technique from just now.

But she understood the power of this sword.

Must never resist with her physical body.

But Yang Yu's sword position was too short, close at hand.

She had almost no room to dodge.

What was even more fatal was that Bai Zhantian's pressure was still there...

In Fu Qinghuan's pupils, the sword light grew rapidly.

Just when she thought she was really going to die in the Bai family.

A light blue afterimage flashed suddenly!

This figure was too fast.

So fast that it easily broke through the Half-Saint's pressure, so fast that the Taixu Divine Sword couldn't even touch it at all...

Yang Yu's expression changed: So strong.

Just at that moment, he didn't even know what had happened.

He only felt a cold wind blow, and Fu Qinghuan had disappeared from the spot.

Even Bai Sheng and Bai Zhantian were full of horror, slow to recover.

They were shocked by two points.

First, Yang Yu really dared to kill Fu Qinghuan.

Second... someone could actually save Fu Qinghuan from such a certain-death situation!

The vast Bai family didn't even discover when this person appeared.

"Where is she?"

"Where!"

After a moment of stunned silence, the crowd finally focused their eyes, locking their gazes onto a certain spot in the air.

They saw a woman in a light blue dress, holding Fu Qinghuan with one hand, standing calmly in the air.

At first glance, this woman had delicate and fair skin, exquisite and beautiful features, and seemed to be about the same age as Fu Qinghuan.

But the temperament she revealed was clearly very mature.

Especially those eyes, which seemed to be able to see through everything...

"M-master?!"

Fu Qinghuan turned her head to look, both surprised and happy.

Fortunately, her master came, otherwise she would have really died!

But this joy was quickly covered by panic.

Her master appeared so timely.

That meant her master knew everything about the process of her "apology."

"This is the Saint Lord? Su Manyin?"

After hearing Fu Qinghuan's "Master," Yang Yu couldn't help but look at the woman a few more times.

Although he didn't know how old she was, she was at least of the aunt generation.

In terms of appearance alone, this Su Manyin could be called a peerless beauty.

In terms of temperament, she was even more attractive than Fu Qinghuan.

Su Manyin was filled with a cold taste from head to toe.

Her expression was as calm as water, and her eyes were even somewhat cold.

Making people feel admiration, but not daring to approach.

"Heh, I didn't expect today's events to alarm even the Saint Lord."

Bai Zhantian said with a fake smile.

Although he was very unhappy in his heart, out of rationality, he didn't want to fight the Holy Land to the death.

"My forced intervention this time to save Fu Qinghuan is somewhat unseemly." Su Manyin said indifferently, "But if Fu Qinghuan dies, it won't be good for either the Holy Land or the Bai family."

Bai Zhantian and Bai Sheng didn't refute.

These words were indeed true.

Between major powers, unless it was a last resort, no one wanted to have a major conflict.

Su Manyin continued: "But, this matter is Fu Qinghuan's fault, and I will give the Bai family an explanation."

"Master?"

Fu Qinghuan's expression was not very good.

Su Manyin asked coldly: "Before you set off, how did I instruct you?"

Fu Qinghuan lowered her head and said: "Master told me to apologize to Yang Yu and the Bai family."

"Did you?" Su Manyin asked again.

Fu Qinghuan stammered: "I, I did, but he wouldn't accept it."

Su Manyin frowned slightly and said: "Over the years, I have been too indulgent with you."

After saying that, she threw Fu Qinghuan down fiercely.

Plop!

Fu Qinghuan fell heavily to the ground, in a mess: "Master?!"

Su Manyin then landed slowly and said: "Apologize again."

Fu Qinghuan flushed and said: "Master, I have already apologized? Why should I suffer humiliation again?"

"Because you were wrong." Su Manyin's eyes were even colder.

Fu Qinghuan was startled.

Although her master was usually an ice beauty, she had never been this angry before.

She didn't dare to talk back anymore.

"I, I apologize, I apologize again."

Fu Qinghuan gritted her teeth gently, then turned to Yang Yu.

After struggling in her heart for a long while, she spoke again: "Yang Yu, at the beginning, it was my..."

Unexpectedly, Yang Yu interrupted her directly: "Stop, I don't need your apology."

"Master, look, he doesn't want it himself!" Fu Qinghuan said angrily.

Su Manyin looked somewhat embarrassed and said: "Yang Yu, the marriage contract between you and Fu Qinghuan was promised by me. The fact that it developed into this situation is also my fault..."

Yang Yu cupped his hands slightly and said: "This matter has nothing to do with the Saint Lord, the Saint Lord need not worry. Moreover, I should thank the Saint Lord for thinking highly of me and being willing to betroth your disciple to me..."

Su Manyin sighed and said: "You saying that makes me even more ashamed."

"The Saint Lord's character is worthy of respect." Yang Yu praised sincerely.

The mess between him and Su Manyin really couldn't be blamed on the Saint Lord.

First, the marriage contract drawn up by the Saint Lord and Ye Chuxian had good intentions.

Then, Fu Qinghuan went to the Yang family to make trouble, broke off the engagement, and crippled Yang Yu.

Su Manyin didn't shield her disciple, but asked her to apologize.

It was just messed up by Fu Qinghuan again.

Now, Su Manyin was asking her disciple to apologize again.

With her status, there was no need to do this at all.

But she still did it.

Her character was so upright that no faults could be picked out.

Yang Yu couldn't feel any dissatisfaction towards her.

And... in Yang Yu's subconscious, he seemed to feel a sense of closeness to Su Manyin.

He also felt that when Su Manyin looked at him, it seemed different from how she looked at others...

"You don't want the apology, what exactly do you want?!"

Seeing that her master wasn't shielding her, Fu Qinghuan felt aggrieved and even more annoyed.

Yang Yu chuckled and said: "Back in Yong'an City, when you seriously injured Azhi, I already said it. I will go to the Holy Land myself and make you kneel in front of me. Whether you apologize or not is completely unimportant."

"You!" Fu Qinghuan's eyes were full of bloodshot veins, "What kind of thing are you, to still dare to say such things now? My master is right here!"

But unexpectedly.

Just after she finished scolding, Su Manyin actually slapped her.

Slap!

A slap landed fiercely on Fu Qinghuan's face... ===== CHAPTER 119 =====