King of Hundred Victories Saber

To cover up, Shi Feiyang temporarily uses the alias ”Yang Hui” at Mingjian Manor, with his name ”Feiyang” reversed phonetically.

In this swirling undercurrent of Mingjian Manor, everyone harbors their own thoughts, and a storm seems to be quietly brewing.

Dugu Chang stood by, watching Guo Xiangyu take great care of Shi Feiyang. His face flashed a barely noticeable twitch, as if an invisible little worm was crawling under his skin. His lips slightly downturned, tasting bitterness, the elegance of a noble son twisted into a grimace of disgust.

His eyes fixated on Guo Xiangyu, hot yet with a chill.

In his pupils, desire burned like flames, coveting her beauty, yet deep down lay resentment and jealousy born from neglect, like an unfathomable cold pool, sending out chills.

His brows were tightly knit, forming a deep ”川” character, the wrinkles on his forehead like cracked earth, etched with dissatisfaction and anger. At this moment, he forced a calm expression, trying to maintain the demeanor of the Young Manor Master of Mingjian Manor.

Yet his slightly trembling nostrils betrayed the tumultuous emotions within.

His chin slightly raised, carrying his usual arrogance, yet the tense facial muscles revealed his internal struggle and unwillingness.

His gaze occasionally drifted between Shi Feiyang and Guo Xiangyu, every glance at Shi Feiyang brought a flash of sinister intent, like a poised wolf ready to launch a fatal attack on its ”prey” ahead.

Guo Xiangyu was so beautiful, it drove Dugu Chang to distraction, capturing his thoughts.

He despised Guo Xiangyu’s status, yet couldn’t let go of her peerless beauty, secretly contemplating: ”Her beauty is rare in the world, but alas, her status is low. I have no intention of marrying her. However, such a beauty, not playing with her would be a lifelong regret.” His eyes flashed with greed and wickedness, like a fiend emerging from Hell.

Despite such filthy thoughts, he dared not act rashly.

Having just heard Changwei’s tone, Changwei might soon lead a group of Escort Masters to join Mingjian Manor. At this critical juncture, it’s not appropriate to act rashly or do something outlandish to Guo Xiangyu.

Dugu Chang returned to his bedroom, pacing back and forth like a beast caged, restless and uneasy.

Thinking it over, a cunning gleam appeared in Dugu Chang’s eyes. He decided to invite Guo Xiangyu for breakfast alone the next morning for convenience of being alone.

After that, he planned to lead her to the manor’s secret cellar treasure, dazzling her with immense wealth, attempting to entice her to his bed.

His lips curled slightly, revealing a sordid smile, inwardly pleased: ”Heh heh, it’s decided. Tomorrow, this beauty will surely comply. Heh heh, what beauty in the world doesn’t like money?”

At this point, the room’s atmosphere became eerie, shrouded by Dugu Chang’s invisible gloom.

At midnight, the biting wind rampaged outside Mingjian Manor as if a primordial beast had escaped its ancient seal.

The howling sounded like a thousand ghosts wailing, hurting the ears, causing the manor to tremble slightly under the assault of the fierce wind.

The manor’s doors and windows were plagued by the noise, ”bang bang,” as if struck by countless heavy hammers.

Snowflakes fluttered down from the ink-like night sky like white spirits from the heavens, leisurely yet with a hint of killing intent, sprinkling the earth. In an instant, the world was adorned in silver, vast and desolate. Distant mountains and nearby buildings were covered in this snow, under the dim moonlight, gleaming coldly, like a silent icy world.