Eine eisige Aura

Kapitel 92

"What do you want?"

Upon opening her eyes, Sang Chan's first words were these.

Calm, indifferent, without the slightest panic.

She looked down at the two of them, her expression calm and her demeanor noble, as if this cave were her celestial abode.

"Tell me, what do you know about Mei Wu's death?"

Nan Yi drew his Flying Eagle Sword from his waist and played with it over and over. Its cold light, like ripples on water, reflected on the beauty's fair and jade-like face.

Sang Chan looked at him, and smiled slightly: "Oh? You're her doomed fiancé? Young Master Baiyue of Nanyi?"

With a sharp slash, a bright red wound appeared on her neck from the sword's energy, and drops of blood, like tears, seeped out and dripped onto the fairy's snow-white robe.

"If you don't answer my question, the next sword will be carved directly into your face." Nan Yi stared at her, expressionless.

Pang Wan watched in horror.

She thought that Nan Yi would show mercy to Sang Chan, who was also a pure and innocent type, but she didn't expect him to be so ruthless.

Oh, no, actually he did show some mercy, otherwise the fairy sister would only have one arm left now.

When Sang Chan smiled, her phoenix eyes sparkled with spring, and her long eyebrows reached her temples. Under the radiance of her beauty, even the most dazzling jewels would appear dull and colorless.

"You shouldn't ask me this question; you should ask yourself."

She stared intently at Nan Yi, her gaze deep, as if trying to see into his very heart: "What have you discovered? What have you sensed?"

"You arrested me because you're afraid to face reality, you still have illusions, and you need me to give you an explanation, don't you?"

She lowered her eyelashes, and the expression on her face looked particularly peculiar in the candlelight.

Pang Wan was completely baffled when he saw Nan Yi open his eyes, and his sword was about to slash towards Sang Chan's heart.

"Senior brother!" Pang Wan called out hurriedly.

The Southern Barbarian let out a suppressed roar, and the Flying Eagle Sword drew a bright arc in the air before being sheathed again in the blink of an eye.

"Eloquent and persuasive, with a sharp tongue."

He looked at Sang Chan with a cold expression.

"Young Master, the Sect Leader requests your presence in the main hall," a member of the sect suddenly reported from outside the cave.

"Keep an eye on her for me," he instructed Pang Wan, then turned and left with a flick of his sleeve.

For a moment, only two women remained in the cave.

Because he had lost his internal energy, Pang Wan dared not get too close to the fairy. He could only stand at a safe distance of about ten feet away and look her up and down with curiosity.

Sang Chan turned her head and saw her, then suddenly smiled, a gentle and warm smile.

"You're the little girl who danced the fairy dance in my place?" There was a hint of pity in her eyes.

Pang Wan was taken aback, biting her lower lip without saying a word.

She remembered that this peerless beauty had lied in front of everyone in the martial arts world, framing the Moon Worship Cult with fabricated charges. She had protected Gu Xi, and she was in cahoots with that bastard.

Thinking of this, she glared fiercely at the fairy.

"You hate me? Do you feel like we've really fooled you?"

The fairy looked at her nonchalant smile, her eyes sparkling with an indescribable charm: "It seems you truly loved Gu Xi back then."

Pang Wan turned her head away and ignored her, taking it all as her ramblings.

"Therefore, women are the most foolish creatures in the world."

Seeing that she didn't react, Sang Chan sighed and began to talk to herself.

Why are so many women in the world so fixated on romantic love? What about "nothing compares to the clouds of Wushan" or "I wish to find one true love and stay together until our hair turns white"?

She shook her head, looking very regretful.

"Like you, you clearly have the talent and foundation to do great things, but you've sacrificed your future for some petty gains."

Pang Wan turned her neck in surprise.

She had expected Sang Chan to utter classic female villain lines like, "How dare you, a vixen, dream of becoming the leader of the martial arts alliance? You're not worthy to compete with me!" But to her surprise, what came out of her mouth was a rather imposing statement.

Sang Chan saw the look of surprise on her face, her eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, captivating the heart.

“I am different from you. I will not be satisfied with just being pampered by men.”

Her eyes were long and upturned at the corners, and her pupils shone with a dazzling light, as if to say, "How can a sparrow know the ambition of a swan?"

"You rejected the Ninth Prince's marriage proposal because of this?"

Pang Wan stared at her, her eyes unblinking, her heart filled with genuine curiosity.

—She had never seen a girl like Sang Chan before. Which of the noblewomen living on the Mary Sue continent didn't have winning the male protagonist's heart as their ultimate goal? Men conquer the world, and women conquer the world by conquering men—this is an unchanging truth.

She never imagined that in Sang Chan's heart, a man's love was utterly insignificant.

"What's so special about the position of a princess? Do you think I'd be content to marry a man who seems decent enough, and then spend my days arguing with gossipy relatives and fighting with various concubines?"

"Short-sightedness and narrow-mindedness are the reasons why women have had a low status for thousands of years."