Chapter 239 - 106: I’m No Match for Such Acting; I Was Genuinely Afraid She’d Lose Her Head

"Let you go?"

"Do you think that’s possible?"

"I used such a precious Elixir Pill and have gotten nothing in return, yet you want me to let you go?" Jiang Lan scoffed, looking at her as if she were an idiot.

"Young Master Jiang, I’m begging you..."

"If you want the Immortal Phoenix True Blood in my body, I’ll give it to you. Please, just let me go..."

Xie Jianjia’s voice trembled, and tears began to well up in her eyes. She was utterly terrified.

"Oh? Weren’t you just putting on an act of choosing death over submission?"

"Giving in so soon? How boring," Jiang Lan said with amused interest.

Xie Jianjia knew her change of heart seemed a bit sudden, but her voice still trembled as she spoke. "That day in the Observatory’s prison, I was going to agree to Young Master Jiang’s terms. But because Brother Xiao Teng was there, I was afraid he’d look down on me if I did, so I forced myself to refuse..."

"I wanted to save my father, my brother, and everyone in the Xie Family. The Xie Family can’t afford to offend the Prime Minister’s Mansion. But Brother Xiao Teng doesn’t like it when I’m like this..."

As she spoke, her voice took on a sobbing tone.

Teardrops, like pearls from a broken string, rolled down her fair, smooth cheeks.

"If you had just said so earlier, why would this young master have wasted so much time? And why would your Xie Family have fallen to such a state?"

Seeing her like this, Jiang Lan seemed unable to bear it, sighing faintly as if in resignation.

Xie Jianjia clutched the silk quilt, buried her head, and sobbed. Hearing his words, she seemed deeply regretful.

"Young Master Jiang, can you retract your order and spare the Xie Family?"

Suddenly, her voice became much softer, sounding frail, like a delicate flower begging for pity.

Her question sent Jiang Lan into a thoughtful silence.

"Retracting my order... isn’t out of the question. But it will depend on your performance," he said.

"Really?"

Xie Jianjia seemed overjoyed by his words. She lifted her face, still stained with tears—a picture of heartbreaking beauty—and looked at Jiang Lan.

"Young Master Jiang, am I beautiful?" she asked directly.

Jiang Lan instinctively looked at her, only to see that Xie Jianjia’s soft, weeping facade had vanished in an instant, replaced by an icy coldness.

Her eyes, once like shimmering autumn pools, now held a bone-chilling cold. A hazy purple mist swirled within them, becoming both magnificent and bizarre.

"Beautiful..."

Jiang Lan murmured instinctively.

"In that case, Young Master Jiang must promise to protect me well."

"Alright..."

The purple halo in Xie Jianjia’s eyes grew more intense, as if a purple moon was rising within them, blazing and brilliant.

Even the long, dark hair behind her began to dance wildly.

In the light of the room’s Golden Lamp, her shadow on the wall seemed to writhe like a host of dancing demons, revealing many terrible visions.

Xie Jianjia’s face grew paler, but the purple light in her eyes blazed ever brighter.

Her cheekbones began to glow faintly, interwoven with purple light. A phantom purple gleam flashed from between her brows, shooting swiftly toward Jiang Lan’s.

’My act just now was to make Jiang Lan lower his guard, and to prevent that mysterious woman standing watch outside the door from growing suspicious.’

’Jiang Lan isn’t as easy to fool as Xiao Teng, but thankfully, my plan has succeeded.’

’Next, as long as I can smoothly use my Divine Soul to plant the Secret Technique’s Slave Seal in Jiang Lan’s Sea of Consciousness, he’ll be completely under my control. From now on, if I tell him to go east, he won’t dare go west. I’ll have the Young Master of the Prime Minister’s Mansion as my slave.’

Xie Jianjia’s mood soared. She felt that enduring his advances was completely worth it. ’So what if he took some liberties?’

’Once the Slave Seal is planted, I’ll make him pay dearly. I’ll show him the consequences of trifling with my body.’

’For now, I just need to be careful. With my Demon Race Secret Skill, it won’t be difficult to bypass whatever Secret Treasure is protecting Jiang Lan’s soul and Sea of Consciousness.’

Xie Jianjia’s Divine Soul was exceptionally powerful. Although it was less than one percent of its peak strength, it still billowed with Demonic Qi, enveloped in a hazy purple mist, as it charged straight into Jiang Lan’s Sea of Consciousness.

BANG!!!

However, in the next moment, what Xie Jianjia expected did not happen.

Inside Jiang Lan’s deep and boundless Mud Ball Palace, a massive hand of white bone, large enough to blot out the sky, swept across. It was as if it had slapped down from another dimension, its aura surging and terrifying as it whistled straight for her face.

"How is this possible..."

Her expression changed, and she tried to dodge.

But then, within the Mud Ball Palace, the Four Saints Illusion from an ancient era manifested. It took the form of the White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, Black Tortoise, and True Dragon, pouncing toward her. They radiated a brilliant and sacred light, as if they had truly come alive from the river of time.

The Four Saints Illusion encircled and protected a Spirit Soul Minion standing in the Soul Palace, resembling an Ancient Emperor from a bygone era who patrolled the worlds and looked down upon the heavens.

With a wave of its hand, the Four Saints Illusion lunged to kill.

The great hand of white bone also closed in on her. Out of the void, a silent, tranquil, crimson river appeared. The Blood River reversed its flow, suddenly churning up monstrous waves that crashed down to submerge her.

’I actually fell into a trap...’

’He turned the tables on me. This guy is no ordinary person at all—his strength is terrifying.’

Xie Jianjia’s expression changed drastically. Behind her Divine Soul, which was shrouded in purple mist, a blurry but tyrannical demonic visage appeared. It had three heads and six arms, each arm holding a different weapon.