The interior of the carriage… was truly a luxurious scene.
The interior of the walls were padded with patterned spider silk, the embroidered colors flickering in tune with the light emitting from a crystal embedded upon the ceiling of the carriage.
The floor was adorned with a heavenly soft and bewitching carpet of cotton, causing the young girl to deeply saliv – ahem, appreciate – the great temptation before her eyes.
A drawing table of mahogany with weasel brushes of white ivory and suet jade, with ink ground from the purest sources of dye and powder…
Then, stacks of bookshelves holding scrolls of unknown material emitting brilliant colors of lights, followed by a weapons stand holstering what had to be a set of divine weapons…
…even the bed tucked away at the corner of the carriage was on par with the boudoir of the Sanctum!
“…a true dragon’s son?”
An Fei’s lips incessantly twitched as she peered through her “makeshift” window, her eyes greedily partaking in the beautiful scenery painted from the murals of heaven.
The young girl didn’t permit even a single detail to escape from her eyes, ultimately landing onto the final course that was the Young Master of the black steel carriage.
White skin soft and supple as jade, but coursing with a mysterious aura and vitality that exuded a natural charm, accompanied by a short stature and an eternally irresistible countenance just short of overflowing with adorable cuteness… An Fei nearly felt her soul ascending to the skies.
When combined with a baggy robes of pristine silk that were a size far too big, and long waist-length hair that coiled around his sash…
“What are you looking at?”
A fierce snarl brushed against the tips of her ears, bringing An Fei to the cusp of reality. The young girl ignored the explicit threat woven into the words, nodding a few more times in appreciation before casually opening her mouth to reply.
“Why, I’m appreciating a beautiful treasure from the heavens. Little treasure, what’s your name?”
The statement was meant to be a compliment of the youth’s beauty and charm before her, and yet the Young Master’s countenance morphed into one of horror and terror.
Before An Fei’s completely baffled expression, the youth absentmindedly lowered his gaze towards his body then onto hers, his terrified expression quickly morphing into one of anger.
“Little treasure, Little Treasure!?” the Young Master roared with righteous fury.
“You – you – you – you’re even shorter than me, and you dare call me ‘little’!? You impudent lass, do you even know what atrocities are spewing from your mouth!?”
“Compliments towards a beautiful appearance are leaving my mouth,” the young girl’s reply was fierce and brutal.
“With such a cute countenance, stature, and appearance, this Young Master her must be unable to run short of any beauties, ah?”
A sickened expression overtook the fury at the moment, and Ming Xia bolted to his feet at a speed that he was unaware of being capable of.
The Young Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect swung his large sleeve towards the weapons rack, his heart warped with humiliation and shame as he felt his dignity stamped upon with every word departing from the young girl’s mouth.
He was short in stature compared to peers of his age; he was barely fifteen centimeters taller than An Fei, who was significantly shorter than females of her age!
He also had a cute, baby-like appearance that was bound to trigger endless affection from any female appreciative of beauty, to the point that if he didn’t speak, it was common to assume his identity as a beautiful Young Miss!
At the early stages, when his voice had yet to mature, even prestigious Young Masters of the neighboring regions had come to the Heavenly Sword Sect to ask for his hand in marriage!
Yes, he was short!
Yes, he possessed a delicate and cute appearance!
But so what!?!?
She dared call him a baby boy!?
“F*ck off!”
The roar was empowered by the will of the sky, bringing forth a torrential rain of resentment and fury onto those stranded on the eternal plains that stood underneath Jiang’an.
As the words departed from Ming Xia’s lips, the sky collapsed towards the earth in its conquest for absolute dominance and terror.
The unconscious carriage drivers felt their soul lurch and tremble as they earnestly sought after refuge in the Underworld Bridge; Wang Qinian shivered and felt his soul directly ascend towards the sacred realm of his Ancestors, and the numerous soldiers sitting within the black steel carriages exchanged an uneasy expression.
For the Young Master to erupt in such untamed, wild fury… just who had pissed him off?
As soon as the words erupted from his mouth, Ming Xia felt a surge of relief rush through his meridians, as though he had relinquished a major burden from his body.
The curses he had aimed towards the young girl seemed to level their spearheads towards the family members who dared treat him like a delicate porcelain doll, the Young Masters of Great Yan who dared to ask for his hand in marriage, and those annoying sect members overflowing with barely suppressed lust.
Screw off; this Young Master is of adulthood – not some pillowcase anyone can hug to sleep at night!
Thus, when his gaze landed onto the nonplussed expression of the young girl who had not moved a millimeter from her previous location, his relief was instantly extradited to leave behind a towering rage.
Ming Xia gripped the hilt of the divine sword with tightly clenched fingers, his countenance pale and devoid of any flickers in his expression.
No – his heart burned with ardent fury because of the slightly surprised but nonchalant expression on her countenance.
“Ah… a tamper tantrum?”
An Fei inadvertently muttered as she swept a glance throughout the plains, surveying the damage before her.
Though the carriages remained standing despite the overwhelming pressure of the sky imposed onto the barely surviving grass, the unconscious forms of Wang Qinian and the carriage drivers was enough to prove a certain aspect to the young girl.
The young servant who guarded the Young Master’s carriage may be a powerful expert firmly rooted within the Nascent Soul Realm, but it was the Young Master himself who was akin to a hidden dragon.
Concealing its claws and adopting a nonexistent presence until the final moment, before ascending into the sky to rend the heavens in a single blow.
Perhaps… it this young adorable man before her was not restricted to the Nascent Soul Realm, but of the next realm, that of Mortal Tribulation…
An Fei was completely unaware that her last remarks had tipped Ming Xia beyond the final threshold. Thus, when a deadly sword made a direct beeline for her heart from within the black steel carriage, the young girl was unable to react in time.
Boom!
A black shadow quickly whirled around to dissipate the momentum transferred by the powerful impact of the divine sword.
As An Fei patiently waited for her vision to recover to normal, she witnessed the Young Master carefully slip on a pair of protective shoes, leaping from the ‘makeshift’ window of the carriage to stand across from her on the plains.
“This is great. Just perfect, actually.”
“Ah?”
The cold and suppressed mutter barely grazed past her ears, prompting An Fei to furrow her brows in confusion.
As the young girl attempted to comprehend the abrupt changes of the Young Master’s mood before her, she swiftly noticed a swarm of gold and silver lights twinkling in the sky above the adorable youth.
“The heavens never cared about my feelings when they gave me this appearance,” Ming Xia scowled, the divine sword departing from his hand to join the floating sea of stars.
“Then I won’t care about your feelings when I slaughter you!”
As the tender and delicate arm slashed downwards, the sea of golden and silver light flung itself onto An Fei. The specks of colorful light erupted into divine lances and swords as they splintered through the sky, screaming for the unjust death of a young girl of less than fifteen years old.
“O-oh, that’s not adorable at all…”
An Fei’s lips tugged downwards as the <Steps of Underlying Shadow> forced her vision to distort and warp into a nightmare of color.
The young girl vaguely felt her body soar through the skies and lightly dance over the earth as she expertly avoided each and every one of Ming Xia’s arsenal, even taking the opportunity to close the distance between the two.
And when the taijijian grasped within her hand swung downwards towards the Young Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, with at least a hundred and fifty celestial bodies’ kinetic energy supporting its momentum…
“Stop right there!”
Xie Bie’s eyes snapped open from the turbulence sweeping through the atmosphere, preventing him from obtaining a proper rest.
When the servant witnessed his Young Master locked in battle with an unknown young lady, particularly the sword descending towards Ming Xia’s left collarbone, his heart leapt into his throat…
