Ten minutes later – The Rose Hotel.
"Two rooms." Yuan Longxuan placed his hand on the counter.
The Rose Hotel had changed since the last time he came.
After the incident years ago, Flander's "good brothers" hadn't allowed the former owner to survive peacefully.
By now, the management had shifted hands at least twice.
But the atmosphere remained the same....the same red lanterns, the same faint fragrance of roses, the same whispers behind closed doors.
"Sir, we only have...." the front desk manager began politely.
"Dong."
A heavy pouch of gold soul coins landed on the desk with a thud. The metallic chime echoed in the hall.
"Two rooms," Yuan Longxuan repeated calmly.
The manager's face changed instantly. "Y-yes, sir! Two keys, next door to each other. This way, please!"
As he handed over the keys, his professional mask barely hid the flicker of awe in his eyes.
Behind Yuan Longxuan stood two breathtaking women, both sisters, both of incomparable beauty. He dared not stare too long.
Yuan Longxuan studied the key fob in his hand. "Purple Mist, Orange Dreamland… heh.
Even the names haven't changed. Dai Mubai… back then I beat you down like a stray dog in this very place. I almost miss you now."
Bang!!!
The glass doors exploded inward as a furious kick sent them flying.
"Manager! What's this I hear? You dared let someone else into my Purple Mist room? Didn't I make it clear that it was mine.....exclusive!"
A figure staggered into the lobby. His once-handsome face was now shadowed with stubble, his blond hair dull, streaked with gray at the edges. His eyes were bloodshot, reeking of alcohol and debauchery.
In his arms clung two gaudily dressed women.
It was unmistakable....Dai Mubai, Third Prince of Xingluo.
Ever since Yuan Longxuan's strike two years ago, Dai Mubai had fallen into ruin.
He had been no match for his elder brother, nor could he keep pace in cultivation. His injuries had healed, yes....but his spirit power had stagnated.
After two years, he remained stuck at level 31. His once-proud White Tiger Martial Spirit now felt dulled, sluggish.
The prince who once strutted with arrogance was now but a hollow shadow of himself.
"Mr. Dai," the manager stammered, "the two rooms you reserved for the year are Green Ripple and Green Bitang. Purple Mist… you only stayed there once, six months ago."
At those words, Zhu Zhuqing's delicate frame shuddered violently. Her heart clenched.
Zhu Zhuyun too froze, her gaze fixing on the man before them.
Dai Mubai.
Her sister's fiancé, the man for whom Zhu Zhuqing had endured humiliation and hardship in the Xingluo Empire for five long years. The one she once sought even at the risk of her life.
Dai Mubai finally noticed the figures standing before him.
Even without seeing their faces, his lascivious gaze....honed by years of brothel indulgence.....instantly recognized quality. Their posture, their grace, their silhouettes… exquisite. Even better—sisters.
Then his eyes fell to the gaudy women in his own arms. He sneered inwardly. Compared to those two… they were trash.
And the man with them? Dressed plainly, standing calm. To Dai Mubai's bleary eyes, he looked like some wealthy merchant.
A cruel grin spread across his face.
"Hey, boy," he drawled, his voice hoarse with alcohol. "I advise you to hand those two beauties over to me. Otherwise—don't blame Grandpa Dai for being rude!"
Zhu Zhuqing: (=ω=)m
Zhu Zhuyun: (=ω=)m
Yuan Longxuan: o(一︿一+)o
Are you messing with me again? It seems the lesson I taught you two years ago wasn't enough. You've forgotten me so quickly."
The voice was calm, almost lazy, yet it carried an edge sharp enough to cut.
Dai Mubai froze. The words were so familiar that a chill crawled down his spine. He squinted, scanning the faces before him. And then—his gaze locked on a girl.
Zhu Zhuqing.
The little girl from years ago had blossomed into a young woman, her beauty cutting through the noisy tavern like a blade of moonlight.
A slender figure, cold eyes, lips pressed tight with restraint. She was no longer the timid child who trailed behind others.....she had become a huntress.
For a moment, Dai Mubai forgot himself. He'd tasted countless beauties in his years at Shrek, but compared to her, they were dust. A greedy fire lit up in his eyes.
"Zhuqing…" he whispered hoarsely, almost disbelieving.
But the moment of awe did not last.
"Pa!"
A resounding slap cracked across the tavern.
Everyone flinched, even Yuan Longxuan, who had been watching quietly from the shadows with Zhu Zhuyun at his side.
He had seen many things in his long life, but even he had to admit—this was satisfying.
Dai Mubai stumbled, crashing into a corner, clutching his cheek.
"Cough—cough!" His body spasmed, his lips pale, eyes dull.
The slap should have been nothing for a Soul Master like him… but his body betrayed him.
Years of indulgence, nights wasted in alcohol and women, had eaten away at his strength.
Even Zhu Zhuqing herself looked at her hand in shock. Did I… really send him flying?
Her palm tingled, but her heart… her heart felt lighter than it had in years.
"Ah! You bitch!" Dai Mubai roared, humiliation turning into blind fury.
His eyes were bloodshot as his soul rings lit up—two yellow, one purple.
First soul skill, White Tiger Body Shield!"
White light burst forth, cloaking his body in crystal armor.
"Second soul skill, White Tiger Fierce Light Wave!"
A beam of energy lanced from his mouth, burning through the air.
The tavern's atmosphere shifted instantly—patrons scrambled for cover, tables flipped, dishes shattered.
The raw force of his soul skills cracked the floorboards.
And yet…
From the corner of his eye, Yuan Longxuan observed silently, his hand resting casually on Zhu Zhuyun's shoulder.
His expression was faintly amused, as though watching a child throw a tantrum.
Two years ago, I broke every bone in this boy's body.
And still, he dares to stand before me? His fingers twitched with the memory, but he did not move. Not yet.
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