Zhang Xiaofan's gaze lifted toward the second floor.
A girl stood there, graceful and dazzling. She wore a short green skirt that swayed lightly with each step, revealing long, snow-white legs....slender yet firm, radiating youthful vitality. Her figure was full of supple curves, her beauty laced with a mischievous, dangerous charm. Her skin was so pale and delicate it seemed water might spill with a single touch.
Bi Yao.
Zhang Xiaofan's heart stirred. He instantly recognized her as the Bi Yao....daughter of the Ghost King, the girl who one day would shield him from the Zhuxian Sword, sacrificing her life without hesitation.
As she walked, her playful yet sharp voice carried across the hall:
"If this dish is your so-called specialty, then perhaps Shanhaiyuan shouldn't call it a signature dish at all."
Resting one hand lightly on the rail, she leapt down from the second floor. Her landing was light as drifting petals, her steps elegant, her legs swaying like a lotus in the breeze. Approaching the stunned waiter, she demanded,
"Sleeping fish only come from Zhugou Mountain, over a thousand miles from here. The ones you've served must have been dead for at least half a month. Dare you still call this fresh?"
Qi Hao's face turned pale. The fish he had eaten suddenly churned in his stomach, making him nauseous. Yet no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bring it back up.
Zhang Xiaofan, however, watched Bi Yao with growing admiration. Her bluntness, her boldness....she was exactly as he had imagined: a girl unafraid to speak her heart, whether in love or in anger.
The flustered waiter tried to defend himself. "Miss, you've misunderstood. This fish...
"Ahem." Zhang Xiaofan coughed lightly, stepping in with a calm smile.
"Young lady, you're right that the sleeping fish originated in Zhugou Mountain. But many years ago, our Qingyun Sect's headmaster, Taoist Daoxuan, brought the species back and raised them in the Hongchuan River beneath Qingyun Mountain. Heyang City is near, so naturally we receive them fresh."
Bi Yao froze. Her delicate brows knitted slightly.
"Daoxuan…?"
Around them, diners eagerly chimed in, "Yes, thanks to Taoist Master Daoxuan, Heyang can enjoy such rare delicacies!"
To Bi Yao, these praises rang hollow. As Saintess of the Ghost King Sect, she had long despised the hypocrisy of the so-called righteous sects. They condemned the Demonic Path, yet corruption thrived within their own ranks.
Her lips curved into a mocking smile. "So, the mighty Qingyun Sect has nothing better to do than raise fish? Truly admirable."
At that, Lu Xueqi's eyes narrowed. She rose from her seat, Tianya Sword humming faintly at her side, her icy gaze fixed on Bi Yao.
Bi Yao met that gaze without flinching.
In that moment, two radiant figures stood opposed:
The proud, ethereal daughter of Qingyun, and the bold, bewitching saintess of the Ghost King Sect. Their first meeting crackled with unspoken hostility.
"Bi Yao!"
A sultry, mature voice floated down from the second floor.
"Coming!" Bi Yao replied with a slight pout, glancing upward.
"Don't meddle further," the voice scolded, firm yet indulgent.
The waiter, sweating nervously, hurried to smooth things over. "
Please, honored guests, harmony is fortune. Allow me to serve some fruit to ease the mood."
Bi Yao, however, ignored him. She tossed her head, replying coolly, "I wasn't angry. I was merely speaking up for fairness."
Zhang Xiaofan couldn't help but smile wryly. So this is Bi Yao...the so-called 'Witch of the Demon Cult.' No wonder she's both feared and admired.
But Lu Xueqi had caught the way his eyes lingered on Bi Yao. Her expression darkened, her voice cool as ice.
"Xiaofan, why are you staring at her? Are you… interested?"
Zhang Xiaofan scratched his head awkwardly. Women's intuition truly is terrifying. Before he could reply, Bi Yao cut in with a mischievous grin:
> "Yes, he's interested. Fascinated by me, in fact."
Then, with a teasing glance at Lu Xueqi, she added,
"Or is it that you're interested in him, and afraid I'll steal him away?"
The air between them tightened like a drawn bowstring.
Lu Xueqi's hand fell to the hilt of her Tianya Sword. Her voice was sharp as frost. "You are far too insolent.
Why don't we take this outside and see if your strength matches your arrogance?"
Bi Yao's eyes flashed. "Fine! Who's afraid of whom?" She strode down confidently, every step brimming with defiance.
"Bi Yao, enough!"
This time, a veiled woman emerged from the second floor. Her long black dress hugged a mature, voluptuous figure;
her beauty, though half-concealed, radiated an allure both dangerous and irresistible.
You Ji. One of the four great envoys of the Ghost King Sect.
Even after three centuries, her charm had only ripened, her presence bewitching all who looked upon her.
Bi Yao stiffened under her gaze, then grudgingly turned back toward Lu Xueqi. She huffed coldly,
"Hmph. Consider yourself lucky today, Qingyun girl. Next time, I'll show you what I'm truly capable of."
Lu Xueqi met her words with silence, her sword unsheathing a fraction, releasing a glint of blue light.
The tension crackled in the air, and Zhang Xiaofan felt a cold sweat bead on his neck. In his heart, he knew
: these two women...Lu Xueqi, the righteous sect's brightest pearl, and Bi Yao, the Ghost King's beloved daughter....were destined to become entangled in his life. His future wives, standing here on the verge of battle.
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