White Robe

Chapter 60

Then, I saw Shang Shaochang's face suddenly turn an abnormally pale color, as white as paper. It was as if all the blood had been used up after that single slash!

Shang Shao kept his mouth shut, but a thin trickle of blood still flowed from the corner of his mouth.

When I fainted, all I could see was this bright red color.

The color of fresh blood.

Chapter Thirty: Ecstasy

There were only two colors in front of me: darkness and bright red.

The young master's blood flashed before my eyes, finally transforming into a crimson mist that enveloped me completely. I tried my best to break free, but instead, I plunged into endless darkness...

With such high martial arts skills, how could he have lost? How could he have lost to such a despicable woman? How could he just smile palely in front of me and then bleed uncontrollably from his mouth?

Defeat means death!

No! Young Master Shang will never die!

I groaned, slowly opened my eyes, and moved my fingers a few times, touching something cold and slippery in my sleeve. A chilling sensation instantly flowed through my body with each touch.

Ju Xue!

My Ju Xue!

This little jade sword seemed to give me boundless courage and strength in that instant!

I took several deep breaths, strained my arms, and swayed to lift myself off the cold ground. Then I heard a gentle, sweet voice beside me: "You're awake... White-robed Prime Minister, did you sleep well here?"

Lan Ye!

I swear, even if I am ground to dust, I will still remember this woman's voice!

I slowly rose from the ground, casually tightening the dark sash of my crimson robe. My newly bought clothes were now covered in grass and mud. I ran my hand through my filthy hair, and a long-forgotten cold glint suddenly flashed in my usually gentle eyes—

What a beautiful night!

I, dressed in white, am tired of this cat-and-mouse game!

I glanced around and realized I was in what was more like a giant iron cage than a room. The interior was tightly bound with iron bars, with only a small iron door allowing one person to pass through. Inside this "cage," apart from a large, elaborately carved bed with pink tassels hanging from its sides, everything else was empty. I stood in this iron cage, and outside sat that bewitching witch.

Lan Ye raised a little finger and said with a coquettish smile, "How is it, Sister Bai? Isn't it pretty good here?"

I laughed and said, "Not bad, not bad, but—" Lan Ye raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "Sister Bai, but what?"

A slight smile appeared on my lips as I slowly said, "I was just wondering whether I should call you Grandma or Auntie?"

Lan Ye's flower-like smile froze instantly on her face, which was even more delicate than a young girl's.

She stared at me intently, as if she wanted to swallow me whole.

Lan Ye suddenly giggled, her pink gauze dress fluttering gently with her laughter. It was as if her previous vicious and fierce expression had been an illusion; with just this laugh, she regained her incomparably alluring charm.

“Sister Bai, you and I are so alike… You say, life is so unpredictable, yet you have to fall into my hands, and I, I must kill you…” The word “kill” coming from the mouth of such a stunningly beautiful woman seemed strangely eerie. The candlelight flickered with her laughter, casting a crooked shadow on the side of the iron cage.

I felt my back was completely soaked with cold sweat.

She really wanted to kill me.

Although she was smiling, her gaze towards me remained cold and filled with murderous intent.

I said calmly, "Why do you want to kill me? At least let me die knowing why."

Perhaps it was my seemingly nonchalant expression that made Lan Ye pause slightly, then she smiled and said, "Silly sister, don't you know this? The women around Young Master Shang never stay by his side for long—" She stretched out one hand diagonally and said, word by word, "This is the fate he has to bear in this life! His mother, his women, and now, it's you—" The charming smile on Lan Ye's face vanished instantly, replaced by a deep resentment. She gritted her teeth and said, "It's you! These most despicable women, why do you all try to steal the men I fancy from me! Feng Shaoyi is like this, and Young Master Shang is the same!"

I exclaimed in surprise, "Feng Shaoyi? Mr. Feng?"

Lan Ye laughed loudly, her voice shrill and piercing. "Master Feng? Hmph, everyone says his three arts are unparalleled in the world. But little do they know his ability to attract women is also unparalleled! I've specialized in seduction since I was young. If I wanted, with just a flick of my finger, even a soft laugh, or a glance, all the men in the world would submit to me. But then there's Feng Shaoyi! Feng Shaoyi!" Lan Ye ground her teeth together, making a soft "clucking" sound that was exceptionally clear inside the cage, as if she wouldn't be satisfied until she swallowed Master Feng whole.

"But why is it that he won't even glance at me? Why does he prefer that woman, that lowly woman who can't even kill a chicken! And what's wrong with me? Aren't I a million times more beautiful than that lowly woman who's already married?"

"I only acquired the 'Soul-Stealing' instrument, designed specifically for men, because of him. But he—but he—would rather give up ninety percent of his strength and become half a cripple than be with me! Fine! Fine! Fine! What if I cause the woman he loves to die of heartbreak?"

I said coldly, "Even so, Master will not care about you."

Lan Ye's eyes shifted, and her tone suddenly turned unusually cold: "Today is truly a day of divine intervention. You are actually that old man's disciple, and yet you happen to have fallen for the person I've set my sights on—hmph, hmph."

With each groan Lan Ye let out, my heart grew colder.

I ran to the iron cage and shouted, "Young Master Shang! What have you done to Young Master Shang?"

"Young Master Shang...Young Master Shang..." Lan Ye murmured to himself, slowly saying, "His sword, like him, is free and cold. When I saw him, his swordsmanship was at its peak. He was dressed in a green robe, riding a black horse, and even with a thousand troops before him, he could still laugh heartily..." Lan Ye's tone shifted, and he chuckled, "But now, he has encountered 'Slaying Shang'." Lan Ye said, enunciating each word clearly, "He is the one I have found, perhaps the only assassin who can rival 'Only the First Has No Age'!"

Suddenly, a gray figure silently appeared behind Lan Ye, almost pressed against the wall in the flickering candlelight outside the iron cage. I took a few steps back in surprise. This person stood quietly behind Lan Ye; if he hadn't stepped forward himself, no one would have noticed his presence.

He gives the impression of being a hazy, gray shadow.

Lan Ye chuckled, "His name keeps changing. He used to be called 'Slaying King,' 'Slaying Jin,' 'Slaying Xiao,' and so on. He's had seven names in total. 'Slaying Shang' is a name he only started using about three months ago." Lan Ye turned her head and smiled sweetly at the hazy eyes of the person behind her, "What about those people with the surnames Wang, Jin, and Xiao? How are they doing now?"

The man named Zhan Shang turned around. In the candlelight, he appeared to be about the same age as Shang Shao Chang, or even younger. His eyes, however, were dull and lifeless, almost the same color as his grey robes, making him seem like a grey-clad puppet. He slowly uttered, "Dead."

Lan Ye laughed sweetly, "Did they all die by your blade? Good boy, good boy!" She slowly stretched out a hand, a hand as slender as a spring onion, soft as if boneless, fair and fragrant, and gently patted Zhan Shang's expressionless face a few times, saying softly, "What I like most is a strong man."

Zhan Shang, despite being patted a few times, didn't flinch. Instead, his gloomy eyes were fixed on Lan Ye's radiant smile, as if he wanted to devour this stunning beauty whole. Lan Ye chuckled, seemingly enjoying his gaze. She said, "Your next target is someone surnamed Shang." Her eyes flickered to Zhan Shang's dazed face, and she added, "How much effort will it take you to kill him?"

Zhan Shang's breathing grew heavier with Lan Ye's caresses, becoming crystal clear in the cage. He looked at Lan Ye, who was smiling happily, and said, word by word, "I killed him, don't you feel any pain?"

Lan Ye laughed heartily and said, "My heart aches! How could it not? But seeing women who love him die of grief makes me exceptionally happy!" She looked at me and said, "Sister Bai, don't you think so?"

I gritted my teeth. "No!" I said coldly, "Young Master Shang will never die!"