Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 120: Preparing to Kill Xin Zhuo's Experts

Xin Zhuo felt a slight discomfort in his heart, suspecting that this Qin Lirong girl might have the potential to be a prostitute. He didn't come here to flirt with women, let alone female warriors.

The white-clad woman in front of him had a slender figure, arched eyebrows, a delicate nose, and red lips. She was quite attractive, but there was a hint of worry between her eyebrows, as if she had something on her mind.

She looked Xin Zhuo up and down, her expression full of vigilance, and sternly reprimanded Qin Lirong, "This little girl is talking nonsense. Who is this young master?"

"He is called Jiang Facai, also a miserable person. He used to rely on his grandmother for survival, but unfortunately his grandmother was taken away by the old thief Xin Aotian, and she died in humiliation. Now he is alone, without any martial arts talent or revenge ability, so he came to seek refuge with us."

Qin Lirong spoke with a serious tone, and added some details to make it more convincing. Then she introduced Xin Zhuo, "This is my third senior sister, Song Xijun, a female warrior. Don't you want to pay your respects?"

Seventh-rank realm!

Xin Zhuo thought to himself, bowing and saluting, "Greetings, Senior Sister Song!"

Song Xijun flashed to Xin Zhuo's side, grabbed his wrist, and infiltrated with True Qi to determine if he was genuine or fake.

Xin Zhuo didn't move, allowing her to do as she pleased. With his ghostly body, his realm was higher than the other party's, so what could he find out? It was really strange.

Sure enough! Song Xijun's tense expression eased, she let go of him, and smiled lightly, "Don't be offended, I heard recently that Xin Zhuo and Cui Ying'er, the two notorious thieves, have arrived nearby. We have to be cautious!"

Before Xin Zhuo could reply, Qin Lirong smiled and said, "Senior Sister, rest assured. Xin Zhuo and Cui Ying'er encountered a powerful expert named Baili Mieshen last night and were defeated. They have already fled back to Fulong Mountain."

She repeated Xin Zhuo's words from last night to emphasize the truthfulness, and said confidently, "I saw it with my own eyes!"

What a beautiful assist!

"Is this true?" Song Xijun's face brightened, pulling Qin Lirong along, "Master Zhao, the owner of Haodang Mountain Villa, has personally come as the leader of this expedition to punish the grandson of the old thief Xin, and dig up the old thief's grave. Our senior uncles have already gone, let's go too."

She called the servants and arranged a room for Xin Zhuo to rest.

The room was not big and in a remote location, but the environment was good. It was a small courtyard with potted flowers, and the room was furnished with sandalwood tables, chairs, and beds. The furniture was complete, and there were even some antique calligraphy and paintings.

With so many small courtyards in the villa, it was evident that Ge San, the wealthy swordsman, had a rich background.

As a mere sixth-rank, Xin Zhuo suddenly doubted whether he should continue with this career as a bandit, which had no future. Wouldn't it be better to take Cui Ying'er and their entire family property and leave?

The martial artists who were supposed to fight in the afternoon seemed to have gone to welcome the "leader" Master Zhao, so it was very quiet around.

Xin Zhuo was concerned about Cui Ying'er and the others, but as a newcomer, it was not appropriate to go out casually and arouse suspicion. It would be better to find an opportunity to slip out at night.

With nothing to do, he sat cross-legged on the bed and first practiced the "Yin & Yang Battle Exchange Technique" of the Great Universe, then used silver needles to perform the "xxxx" medical technique to repair his meridians once again.

He found that his meridians were still injured, and with his current ability, he couldn't completely heal them. This had nothing to do with medical skills, but purely because of his body structure and realm.

When he exerted force, he would cough severely.

A small Great Master, fourth-rank realm!

Now he was a mere sixth-rank, still five realms away.

One year!

At noon, there was suddenly a commotion outside, as if many people had entered the villa.

Xin Zhuo jumped off the bed and stood in the courtyard, watching. He saw hundreds of people crowding around an elderly man in luxurious clothes, chatting and laughing as they walked towards the villa's reception hall.

It was difficult to determine his exact age, he could be in his sixties or eighties, but his complexion was rosy, his aura was extremely powerful, and he had a smile on his face. However, there was a hint of imposingness between his eyebrows.

From a distance, it was impossible to see the fluctuations of blood qi, but there were six or seven middle-aged people around him, each with extraordinary aura.

However, the enemies provoked by his grandfather, who was only in the sixth-rank realm, shouldn't have a high realm!

Moreover, this matter itself was somewhat absurd and funny. A group of famous experts going to fight the grandson of their enemy?

It could only be explained that their grandfather had indeed done something evil in the past, making people hate him so much that they had to take action to vent their anger.

Or maybe these people were just doing it for the sake of their reputation, to show off their invincible reputation that couldn't be provoked?

Very good, this batch of sacrificial spirits is perfect.

Regardless, we must control them and replace the sacrificial spirits, promoting them to the next realm!

After returning to the room, just as Xin Zhuo sat down, Qin Lirong came over with a small box, wearing a strange expression on her face. She disregarded everything and pulled him in front of a bronze mirror, opened the box, revealing the rouge and powder inside.

"What is this..." Xin Zhuo was surprised.

He found that this girl, while simple-minded, was also a bit eccentric.

Qin Lirong blinked her eyes and said, "I told the female warriors that many of them will come to see you later! Don't move, let me give you a makeover."

Xin Zhuo was speechless. He was certain that this girl was an expert at disguising and transforming others. This act seemed to deviate from the image of a female warrior in the martial arts world. "Isn't this... not appropriate?"

"This girl will help others to the end!"

Qin Lirong looked serious and determined. She took out the rouge and powder without giving him a chance to refuse and applied it to his face. "Don't worry, it's a male makeup. I am famous in the Wudang Sect for my skill in disguise and grooming. When my senior brothers go out, they always have me take care of them before they feel at ease."

"You are alone and have no family or wealth. What will you do in the future? Live in loneliness until old age? How can you survive without relying on someone? Listen to me!"

She was indeed a kind-hearted girl.

Xin Zhuo took a deep breath and endured it for the sake of the sacrificial spirits' great cause. However, he was still curious. "I don't have a problem with it, but would the female warriors be willing? Isn't it more beautiful for a female warrior to be with a great hero?"

How could a mere "white body" like him attract the attention of martial arts female warriors? It didn't make sense.

"You don't understand. It's not easy for martial arts female warriors, especially those who are getting older."

Qin Lirong rolled her eyes and explained professionally, "Female warriors are too high to be low, and those great heroes are often arrogant and have too many rules. They want their wives to teach their children and take care of the household. After getting married, they may not have the freedom they desire. So finding someone they like and who listens to them, someone they can spend their lives with without hindering their own pursuits, isn't it enjoyable? What if they don't have martial arts skills? It doesn't matter! You will see their enthusiasm later."

Xin Zhuo nodded, understanding that the rise of women's rights was at play.

After half an incense stick's worth of time, they finished grooming.

"How is it?" Qin Lirong blinked her eyes, satisfied.

Xin Zhuo looked at himself in the mirror. He wasn't too oily and looked neater than before.

Just then, laughter from women outside could be heard, indicating that there were quite a few people.

Qin Lirong immediately pulled Xin Zhuo to sit in the main seat and went to greet them at the door.

Xin Zhuo felt absurd. Was this a blind date? It was too unrealistic and went against the dream of the martial arts world.

"Where are they?"

"Here!"

"I must take a good look at the young man praised by Qin Meizi. How is he?"

"If Qin Meizi's taste is poor, I won't agree!"

"That's right!"

"Ladies, rest assured! My taste, Qin Lirong, is not ordinary!"

As they spoke, a strong scent of rouge and powder filled the room, followed by more than ten beautiful figures dressed in colorful attire.

Xin Zhuo looked up and counted eleven people. Among them was the "Third Senior Sister" Song Xijun whom he had just met. They ranged in age from 15 or 16 to forty years old, each carrying a long sword or a precious blade, exuding a formidable aura. Due to their long-term martial arts training, their figures were also quite good.

Their realms ranged from the sixth to eighth rank.

Hmm, half of them could be sacrificial spirits.

However, their appearances were somewhat unsatisfactory. Apart from the first four or five who had better looks, the rest were either unattractive or average.

His standards had unknowingly been raised by Su Miaojin and Huiruqing.

(End of this chapter)