Scarlet Rain Overwhelms the City

Chapter 2

He had barely finished speaking.

Zhan Yu, the head of Tianxuan Hall who had been sitting opposite Elder Du Heng, with a calm and composed expression, suddenly turned around and appeared in front of the girl, as if she were a ghost.

His longsword was also drawn.

A dazzling sword light burst forth from the tip of the sword, leaving the little girl nowhere to escape, as every vital part of her body was instantly enveloped by the power of Zhan Yu's sword energy.

With a single stroke of his hand, he could kill her with his sword!

It seems the outcome is already decided!

Ye Chuhan, leaning against the soft couch, smiled slightly, turned his head to look at the beautiful concubine beside him, and gently pinched her fair cheek. The concubine let out a coquettish cry and leaned down to softly lean against Ye Chuhan's chest.

In the main hall, a loud clang, the sound of metal clashing against stone, pierced the ears.

Ye Chuhan paused slightly with her fingers.

He turned his head away.

Like a bolt of lightning piercing the sky, just as Zhan Yu's longsword was about to strike the girl's face!

The fifteen-year-old girl suddenly turned around, her clothes fluttering. Her left hand had already grasped the silver ribbon tied with a hollowed-out pattern on her black hair. With a forceful flick, the silver ribbon tassel flew out of her hand, creating a wave of silver light. It turned out to be an extremely delicate silver whip.

The silver whip precisely wrapped around Zhan Yu's longsword, and the girl leaped backward following the momentum of the sword. Her graceful figure resembled a midnight orchid, her white clothes as white as snow, and her black hair as black as clouds.

Zhan Yu's attack missed!

On the soft couch, Ye Chuhan's sharp eyes narrowed silently.

After the strike, Zhan Yu calmly sheathed his sword.

The girl withdrew her silver whip, her clear eyes looking at Ye Chuhan.

He pushed away the charming concubine.

Ye Chuhan finally rose slowly from the soft couch, gently patted his cold, slender palms, and a tender smile appeared on his handsome face.

"What superb kung fu!"

He stood up, his snow-white fox fur coat draped over the soft couch.

The six hall masters in the main hall stood up at the same time, including the old law enforcement elder. Each of them had a respectful and solemn expression. Zhan Yu stepped aside and lowered his eyes.

The girl remained standing quietly.

Ye Chuhan walked straight up to the girl.

He stopped.

The snow-white fox fur swayed gently in the breeze of the main hall, its pure white so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it.

He looked at the girl before him, her face as beautiful as jade, her face still holding a gentle smile that could make anyone lose their soul.

"May I have your name?"

At that moment, Ye Chuhan was unaware.

It turns out that a single glance can create an eternity in an instant.

With that gentle voice and that sweet smile, he opened—a long cycle of reincarnation.

Many years later, Ye Chuhan, who had experienced countless life and death cycles and had mastered power and money, could not forget that moment.

Because in this mortal world, there is no longer such a clear and pure face.

A fifteen-year-old girl, dressed in white like a blooming snowflake, held a silver whip in her hand, her black hair cascading down like clouds. She raised her clear, tranquil eyes to look at him, and then quietly told him.

"Lotus, my name is Lotus."

Section 2

night.

The moon and stars are sparse.

Flower Valley beyond the Great Wall.

Deep within the hot spring, amidst rising mist and clouds, pavilions and towers create a scene resembling a fairyland. Exotic flowers and rare herbs bloom, and plum blossoms fall like snow. Moonlight casts a silvery-white glow upon the thick layer of petals on the ground.

In the western region of Tianshan, where ice and snow cover the sky, this place is a different world altogether, like a paradise on earth, comparable to a fairyland.

This is the residence of Ye Chuhan, the leader of the Tianshan Snow Sect.

A moon butterfly fluttered gently and landed on a slender, smooth finger. Its bright white wings fluttered slightly, and its long antennae touched the soft skin of the finger.

Ye Chuhan, having removed his fox fur coat, stood tall and elegant, his features handsome and refined. He gently teased the moon butterfly resting on his fingertip, a soft smile playing on his incomparably beautiful face.

Everything here is mine.

He said this to the people standing behind him.

Lotus stood behind him.