Chapter 262

One of them, with slightly pursed red lips and a cold, solemn expression, stood behind Bai Jing without looking aside, her attitude respectful as if treading on thin ice.

The other had lively eyes, her snow-white, delicate face full of elfin playfulness; whenever Bai Jing wasn't paying attention, she would glance sideways at Jiang Sishui, appearing quite curious.

With a single glance, Jiang Sishui had already judged their respective identities.

Ruyi, sensible and reasonable, who knows propriety, is the former.

Huan Cui, youthful and lively, playful and spirited, is the latter.

Ignoring Bai Jing, Jiang Sishui walked straight toward the two maids and said, "My name is Jiang Sishui, and I am Feifei's husband."

Feifei?

Hearing Jiang Sishui's opening words, both maids were stunned.

When Jiang Sishui asked Bai Jing for the two maids, although she had some guesses about his intentions, she dared not be certain.

Adhering to the principle of "doing nothing to avoid mistakes," she had not revealed anything to the two maids.

Therefore, upon suddenly hearing such shocking news, Ruyi and Huan Cui were both somewhat dazed.

They knew how ruthless and heartless their Young Lady was.

And now, this bloodthirsty witch who kills without blinking has actually married and become a little wife to a man?

Ruyi and Huan Cui's heads were buzzing.

At this moment, Jiang Sishui added, "This time, I have come to take you away."

Take us?

The two maids exchanged a glance; Huan Cui blinked her apricot eyes, her tone carrying a hint of excitement: "Are you taking us to take care of the Young Lady?"

Before the words had fully left her mouth, Ruyi tugged on her.

Carefully glancing at Bai Jing's back and seeing no sign of anger, Ruyi breathed a sigh of relief, then said, "This still requires the Palace Master's approval."

Jiang Sishui looked at the somewhat carefree Huan Cui, then at the cautious and prudent Ruyi, and smiled gently.

"Rest assured, your Palace Master brought you to see me for exactly this purpose."

As he spoke, his gaze swept toward Bai Jing.

Ruyi and Huan Cui followed his gaze.

Bai Jing turned around, looked at the two maids, and said, "From now on, you belong to him. Whatever he asks you to do, you shall do; even if he asks you to kill me, you must not disobey."

The two maids: "..."

They looked at each other, both sensing something was amiss.

However, since Bai Jing had given such orders, they naturally dared not disobey.

Afterwards, Jiang Sishui chatted with the two maids, telling them about Bai Feifei's recent situation.

As for Bai Jing, Jiang Sishui simply treated her as air.

Hearing that Bai Feifei had been so happy during this time, the two maids were happy for her, yet could not help but feel envious.

But immediately, that envy turned into anticipation.

Because they were going to take care of Bai Feifei, they too could live such carefree days.

Thinking of this, the two maids felt joyful.

Huan Cui, who was naturally lively and cheerful, needed no mention, but even the cautious and steady Ruyi had a smile appear on her face.

The group chatted happily, and before they knew it, a quarter of an hour had passed.

On the distant horizon, a long procession suddenly appeared.

Jiang Sishui rose to his full height, gazed forward, and said faintly, "Is that 'Happy King' Chai Chai Yuguan?"

"Yes! It is that beast! Along with the 'Lust Envoy' and 'Anger Envoy' from the 'Wine, Lust, Wealth, and Anger' Four Envoys under his command, and the 'Swift Wind Thirty-Six Riders'."

Bai Jing's tone was filled with hatred, two venomous glares piercing through behind her golden mask.

Jiang Sishui nodded: "Good, you can prepare to collect his corpse."

Before the words had fully left his mouth, a flash of golden light suddenly appeared, then shot forward at great speed.

It rushed straight to collide with the Happy King!

290 One punch to blow you up!

"Jin Gang Indestructible Sacred Art!"

Seeing Jiang Sishui's entire body turn golden, like a Buddha statue in a great temple, a sea of yellow, his whole body radiating an indestructible metallic texture, Bai Jing's heart trembled.

The Jin Gang Indestructible Sacred Art, this Wu Gong, was quite famous in the Central Region.

This was not only because it was a sacred scripture with extremely strong defense, but also because of the highly distinctive transformation when the technique was activated --

The Little Golden Man!

One could say this mark was unique.

Therefore, although Bai Jing had never seen the "Jin Gang Indestructible Sacred Art" before, when Jiang Sishui used it, she recognized it immediately.

And in the eyes of Tu Xuehua and the other three women, Jiang Sishui, whose whole body now flowed with golden luster, was like the Giant Spirit God descending from the mythical legends, carrying supreme divine power capable of shattering mountains and splitting seas, rushing straight toward the Happy King's procession!

On a large carriage in the middle of the procession, the Happy King leisurely closed his eyes for a short nap.

He appeared to be in his forties, wearing a well-tailored, form-fitting purple robe, with a tall and slender figure.

His face was like white jade, his nose like an eagle's beak, his eyebrows and eyes slightly drooping, his lips thick, with a small black mole on each side of his mouth corners, and a fleshy bump between his eyebrows.

His hands were slender and delicate, white like a woman's, with a purple-gold ring on his middle finger.

Those familiar with the Happy King knew that when he spoke, he not only often wore a smile on his face but also made various exaggerated hand gestures.

He did this to boast about the cleanliness and elegance of his hands.

On the left and right of the large carriage followed the "Lust Envoy" and the "Anger Envoy."

The four envoys under the Happy King's command, Wine, Lust, Wealth, and Anger, were all his close confidants.

Among them, the "Wine Envoy" scouted fine liquor for him; the "Lust Envoy" went everywhere to conscript beauties; the "Wealth Envoy" managed and gathered money for him; and the "Qi Envoy" served as his personal bodyguard.

Because their duties differed, usually only the "Qi Envoy" followed at his side.

This time, the Happy King had also brought the "Lust Envoy" along.

Because the Happy King was an extremely lecherous man who could not go a day without women, traveling such a long road from Ganzhou to Jinzhou, he naturally could not bear the loneliness.

And what the "Lust Envoy" had to do was, before nightfall each day, deliver two beauties to the Happy King.

Where did the beauties come from?

Naturally, they were seized along the road.

After the Happy King had his pleasure, he would murder them and dump their bodies in the wilderness, hunting for new beauties the next day.

Just like that, the Happy King traveled from Ganzhou to Jinzhou in "carefree pleasure."

And along this road, heaven knew how many innocent women had fallen victim to his cruelty.

Clearing the way ahead of the great carriage were the "Gale Thirty-Six Riders," carefully selected and trained by the Happy King.

These thirty-six men were all handsome in appearance, superb horsemen, wore longswords at their waists, and were skilled in a set of strange, vicious sword techniques.

The sword art had only thirteen moves, but when the thirty-six joined forces, even a grand master like Murong Fu, caught in their encirclement, might not necessarily escape.

As for those trailing at the very rear of the procession, they were some minor underlings responsible for daily chores and miscellaneous errands.

A great crowd moved in imposing array along the main road, their momentum astonishing.

Suddenly, the Happy King's languid expression froze; his whole body sat up abruptly, his sharp gaze sweeping forward.

There, a golden line drew near from afar, flying toward them.

A Celestial!

The Happy King's face grew solemn: "All of you, stand aside!"

Having driven back the "Gale Thirty-Six Riders" who were about to step forward and block, the Happy King directly entered the "Unity of Heaven and Man" state, empowering himself with the surrounding forces of heaven and earth, leapt forward, and struck out with a palm.

The surging palm wind collided violently with Jiang Sishui's dazzlingly golden right fist!

In an instant, centered on the two of them, a terrifying blast of air exploded outward, blasting the "Gale Thirty-Six Riders"—men and horses alike—backward without pause.

The "Lust Envoy" and "Qi Envoy" did not move an inch, but the skin of their faces was disturbed by the blast, rippling uncontrollably like water waves.

The two envoys were greatly shocked.

Knowing full well this kind of battle was not something they could meddle in, the two dared not show off any longer and hurriedly withdrew from the battlefield.

In the field, after the two clashed once, neither retreated; instead, like needle against awn, they exchanged blows for more than a dozen rounds.

At last, the Happy King could no longer endure and leapt back.

Jiang Sishui did not pursue either, stopping in place to watch him.

"Vajra-Indestructible Sacred Art!"