Martial Conquest of the Nine Desolates
Chapter 197 - 195: Let Go of Your Dirty Hands

Chapter 197: Chapter 195: Let Go of Your Dirty Hands

Swoosh!

Xiao Ye dashed towards the entrance of the Long Yu Mansion like a gust of wind, leaving the guards only to catch a fleeting glimpse before they lost sight of him.

"Was that... was that Supreme Xiao Ye just now?" A guard spoke with a face full of confusion; this was the first time he had ever seen Xiao Ye in such a rush.

"It seemed like it," another guard responded, still in a daze, nodding his head.

There were no more than five people in the Imperial City daring enough to barge into the Third Prince Mansion, and Xiao Ye was one of them.

"Long Yu, come out now!" Xiao Ye roared as he made his way through the mansion.

Creak!

Startled from his cultivation, Long Yu pushed open the door and stepped out.

"Brother Xiao Ye, you’re back so soon?" Long Yu exclaimed in surprise.

"Cut the chatter and give me some silver," Xiao Ye urged desperately, thinking of Bing Ya waiting for him in the jewelry store, he was burning with impatience.

Long Yu suddenly realized what was happening and chuckled slyly, "Sure, that’s easy. You’re my brother, and I won’t let you lose face in front of your woman. How much do you need?"

"One million taels," Xiao Ye blurted out, almost wishing he could dig out the silver himself.

Long Yu nearly stumbled upon hearing this, fighting the urge to let loose a curse.

A million taels of silver, and he calls it ’a little’?

Under the threatening gaze of Xiao Ye, Long Yu reluctantly instructed his men to retrieve one million silver notes; a thick stack was handed over to Xiao Ye.

"He’s gone mad. Even if he wants to please his wife, there’s no need for a million taels of silver. That’s simply squandering," Long Yu muttered as he watched Xiao Ye quickly disappear.

Meanwhile, after Xiao Ye had departed, Bing Ya patiently waited, her mood exceedingly pleasant.

Her peerless beauty and pure elegance attracted a multitude of gazes.

At that moment, a handsome, finely dressed young man entered the jewelry store, hastily speaking, "Shopkeeper, where’s that Ocean Love bracelet you showed me last time? Bring it out quickly, dammit, this young master has finally gathered enough silver!"

"Mr. Duan!" The shopkeeper tensed up upon seeing the well-dressed young man.

This well-dressed youth was a descendant of a noble family in the Imperial City, notorious for his debauchery and extravagant spending on women, infamous for his arrogance and insolence.

"Mr. Duan, I’m sorry, but someone has taken an interest in that bracelet," the shopkeeper hurried forward, smiling awkwardly.

"Interested? Has it already been sold?" the young man snorted in annoyance, as he had intended to purchase the bracelet to charm a lady.

"Not yet, the other party hasn’t paid yet," said the shopkeeper with a pained expression, glancing towards Bing Ya.

He couldn’t afford to offend Xiao Ye, and similarly, he couldn’t afford to provoke this well-dressed youth either - both were his superiors.

Following the shopkeeper’s gaze, the young man’s eyes widened in shock, as all else faded from view, leaving only the captivating silhouette before him.

So beautiful.

Bing Ya’s aura was pure, her ravishing beauty capable of reversing the natural order. Merely standing there, she seemed to make heaven and earth lose their luster.

Compared to Bing Ya, the women he had toyed with before were less than nothing.

"If only I could receive her favor, I’d gladly live ten years less!" the young man gasped for air, slowly approaching Bing Ya.

Noticing the young man’s gestures, Bing Ya frowned slightly.

She disliked his look intensely and let out a cold snort, causing the temperature in the room to drop sharply.

The young man snapped out of his stupor, revealing what he believed to be his most charming smile, and greeted her with a bow and clasped hands: "I am Mr. Duan, the third son of the Duan Family, one of the Imperial City Eight Great Families. May I have the honor of knowing your name, miss?"

The identity of being a descendant from the Imperial City Eight Great Families was his most prized asset; no one dared to overlook him wherever he went, and he believed it would be the same here.

But he was soon disappointed, for Bing Ya remained silent, outright ignoring him.

Unperturbed, the young man continued to gaze at Bing Ya with burning desire, his eyes eventually settling on the bracelet in her hand.

"Miss, it seems fate has brought us together to admire the same bracelet."

"In ancient times, knights purchased treasures to present to beautiful women. Today, I shall follow suit, purchasing this bracelet to offer to you, as only this can match your world-inverting beauty," said the young man with cultivated grace.

"No need. I am waiting for someone, and when he arrives, he will naturally pay, buying this bracelet for me," Bing Ya stated indifferently.

"Him?" The young man’s breath hitched, and a surge of jealousy roiled inside him. Such a beautiful woman should be at his side; he would never allow anyone else to touch her.

"Is this ’he’ you mentioned a descendent from the Imperial City Eight Great Families?" inquired the young man, seeking to learn more about Xiao Ye’s identity and background, as he didn’t dare to provoke someone too terrifying.

"No," Bing Ya shook her head.

"Is he the heir of a Great Sect in Black Dragon Country?" the young man in luxurious clothing continued to ask.

"He is not. He’s just an Independent Practitioner for now," said Bing Ya.

The young man in luxurious clothing furrowed his brows and asked again, "Does he have a powerful background then?"

"Background?" Bing Ya tilted her head, remembering the scene when she returned to Green Sun Town with Xiao Ye, and a slight smile inadvertently appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"He was born in a small mountain village, with no background at all."

The young man in luxurious clothing’s breath hitched, his jealousy intensifying. How could someone with no background earn Bing Ya’s favor? It was like a fresh flower inserted into cow dung.

"With that, I can be at ease." The young man in luxurious clothing sneered, then stepped forward and grabbed Bing Ya’s wrist.

He did not believe that such a frail woman could possess much strength.

"Miss, I am the Third Prince of the Duan Family, one of the Imperial City Eight Great Families. That person is far inferior to me. Wouldn’t it be better for you to abandon him and follow me? My status and background are surely worthy of your beauty," the young man in luxurious clothing loudly declared.

A murderous intent filled Bing Ya’s eyes as her hair moved without any wind.

Suddenly, her gaze passed the young man in luxurious clothing and landed behind him. A mischievous smile suddenly appeared on her face, and she stopped struggling, allowing the other party to grip her wrist.

"One of the Imperial City Eight Great Families’ Duan Family?" Bing Ya blinked her eyes and gave a slight nod, "It just so happens I also think he’s quite poor. Your Duan Family should be very wealthy. Perhaps I should go and see for myself."

Upon hearing this, the young man in luxurious clothing was overjoyed and quickly said, "Good! Miss, you truly have an eye for talent. As the Third Prince of the Duan Family, I am a thousand, no, ten thousand times stronger than the one you mentioned. If you follow me, I will make sure you enjoy endless wealth and honor!"

However, amidst his excitement, the young man in luxurious clothing failed to notice the increased playfulness in Bing Ya’s eyes, like a naughty girl.

"Is that so?"

At this moment, a voice as cold as the extreme frost, capable of freezing a person, came through, abruptly stopping the young man’s laughter.

"Who?" Displeased at being interrupted, the young man in luxurious clothing looked behind with annoyance.

It was a young man about nineteen, tall and straight, with a handsome face and a pair of eyes brimming with endless cold light, exuding a tremendous oppressive aura.

"Xiao... Supreme Xiao Ye!" The young man’s pupils contracted violently, his heart pounding.

Now, in Imperial City, Xiao Ye had become a target for countless Young Talents in Black Dragon Country. This was someone who could even injure Prince Long Chen, standing at the very peak among the younger generation of Black Dragon Country. His brilliance was something no one dared to overlook.

Recently, the Imperial City Eight Great Families had all been thinking of ways to establish a connection with Xiao Ye, but the opportunities had been sparse.

"Supreme Xiao Ye, what a coincidence to meet you here," the young man in luxurious clothing said with a face full of respectful smiles.

He was very aware that his own status and position meant nothing in the eyes of a genius like Xiao Ye. If Xiao Ye wished, any power in Black Dragon Country would open their doors to him and provide the highest courtesy.

"Let go of your dirty hands!"

Xiao Ye’s eyes emitted two bursts of cold light, his hair flying wildly as a powerful surge of energy caused the ground to tremble, as if a Demon God had walked out of the Nine Nether.

Seeing someone touch Bing Ya was like someone had touched his reverse scale, and he was infuriated to the extreme.

When the first Young Supreme was enraged, it was as if the world was collapsing.

The young man in luxurious clothing was so scared he nearly collapsed, completely bewildered as to why Xiao Ye would be inexplicably enraged.

Suddenly, a flash of realization crossed his mind, and with the combination of Xiao Ye’s words, a terrifying guess emerged.

"Miss, the ’him’ you mentioned, is he Supreme Xiao Ye?" the young man hurriedly let go and trembled as he looked towards Bing Ya, hoping she would deny it.

"That’s right." Bing Ya smiled innocently, sending the young man’s heart plummeting into the abyss.

"He comes from an ordinary background, with no noble family’s descendants or Sect heritage. He’s also very poor, naturally far from comparing to you. He just happened to become the Supreme by chance," Bing Ya said playfully spreading her hands.

The young man nearly fainted from anger. Supreme Xiao Ye was so formidable, and this is called not comparing to me? Damn it, this is going to get me killed.

"I actually touched Supreme Xiao Ye’s woman," the young man trembled with fear, wishing he could slap himself multiple times.

He coveted Bing Ya’s beauty, true, but that depended on who Bing Ya’s man was. His noble status meant nothing in Xiao Ye’s eyes.

"It’s said that Supreme Xiao Ye is kind and easy to talk to," the young man recalled the rumors from the Imperial City, his eyes lighting up.

Just then, a chill-inducing sentence sent a cold shiver through his body.

"Are you saying that you are a thousand, no, ten thousand times stronger than me?" Xiao Ye stepped toward the young man, his body emanating powerful energy surges.

"No! No! Supreme Xiao Ye, I am not even worthy of your single hair!" the young man desperately shook his head.

Slap!

A loud slap echoed, and the young man’s cheek swelled as he flew out and crashed into a wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Everyone else in the jewelry store was shocked. Was this the kind and approachable Supreme Xiao Ye they had heard about? He was more like a rampaging deity.

"I am curious, how exactly are you stronger than me?" Xiao Ye walked over, gazing down coldly at the young man in luxurious clothing, finally settling his gaze on the latter’s right hand.

"Just now, it was with this hand that you grabbed her, wasn’t it?"