El magnate supremo de la ciudad

Capítulo 3

Dressed in white, she stood there with her head bowed, her downcast gaze strikingly similar to that of Zhan Yu, the leader of the Tianxuan Hall, who had just nearly killed her.

She said, "Yes."

Ye Chuhan raised the corners of her mouth slightly, her gaze piercing through the white mist above the hot spring, and smiled meaningfully, "Including you standing here now, from this moment on, you are mine too."

The lotus flower remained calm, like snow that had been frozen for a thousand years. "Yes."

Ye Chuhan turned her head.

His narrow eyes softened with a gentle smile as he gazed at the lotus flower. He always seemed to smile like this, serene and otherworldly.

Because that exquisite smile was so alluring, no one could see the sharp, piercing light hidden beneath those narrow eyes and the smile.

Lotus kept her head down, not looking at Ye Chuhan's gentle smile.

Ye Chuhan's gaze lingered on the top of her hair, which was tied with a thin silver ribbon. The silver ribbon shone brightly in the moonlight, yet it exuded an icy chill.

Ye Chuhan smiled slightly and slowly took her soft, boneless hand from beneath her wide, pure white sleeve.

However, those delicate, jade-like hands were so cold that he silently frowned.

The warm and exquisite incense-infused purple-gold hand warmer was slowly transferred from Ye Chuhan's hand to Lianhua's palm, the warm hand warmer soothing Lianhua's cold fingers.

"Be careful of the cold..." Ye Chuhan looked at her gently, the smile in his eyes like mist, hazy and enchanting, "I would be heartbroken if your beautiful fingers got frostbite."

The incense burner brought warmth to Lotus's cold fingers.

Lotus's clear gaze fell on the exquisite openwork carving on the hand warmer, which depicted the Four Gentlemen: plum blossom, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum.

As the night wind swept in, Lotus stood alone at the entrance of the flower valley, her white robes fluttering in the wind like a snow lotus blooming on a snow-capped mountain. Her pristine beauty even made the flowers on the ground lose their color.

Ye Chuhan had already disappeared from her sight. Her spotless white figure was reflected in her eyes, and her clear pupils shimmered slightly, as if they held some kind of emotion buried very deep within them.

Time passed little by little.

Lotus stood alone at the entrance of the flower valley, silently holding the purple-gold hand warmer. A thin layer of mist rippled in her clear, watery eyes, like a reflection in a spring.

The hand warmer that once provided warmth has long since lost all its heat.

Not far away.

Zhan Yu, the head of Tianxuan Hall, slowly stopped in his tracks.

His face, as if sculpted, carried a resolute and indifferent expression. His eyes were as black as ink, like the night sky. The sword he carried was one of the four peerless swords in the martial world, "Azure Netherworld, Crimson Sky, and Mysterious Ice Weeping Snow"—the Azure Netherworld Sword, which could extinguish the light of the Ghost Palace and drive away the Netherworld.

The night wind was cold.

Zhan Yu silently looked at Lianhua, the girl who stood alone at the entrance of the Flower Valley, and could clearly see the unconcealable loneliness and disappointment on her face, a loneliness and disappointment that felt like all her hopes had been extinguished in an instant.

suddenly.

The girl named Lotus knelt down, still clutching the lifeless hand warmer in her arms, yet tears streamed uncontrollably down her face…

Her scalding tears could not express her sadness and grievances.

Zhan Yu stopped silently.

He stared intently at the girl who was silently shedding tears, and a moment of stunned silence flashed in his dark eyes.

In the Valley of Flowers.

Beside the misty hot spring pool, under the plum blossom tree, inside the ancient pavilion with its white glazed tiles inlaid with carvings and gold and jade gems on all four sides, Ye Chuhan lay listlessly on a soft couch, silently playing with a colorful luminous cup.

Musk burned in the golden beast-shaped incense burner, its fragrant aroma rising gracefully.

Several dancers and concubines surrounded Ye Chuhan with laughter. The most favored concubine, Meiji, brought a glass of grape wine to Ye Chuhan's lips, her laughter soft and gentle.

"Is that girl the master's new favorite?"

As she said this, she could no longer hide the jealousy on her face.

Ye Chuhan sighed softly, "Meiji, you must remember Bishui's fate."

"Yes, Meiji remembers." Meiji realized she had spoken out of turn and hurriedly lowered her head, gently leaning against Ye Chuhan's knee.

"Meiji won't talk nonsense."

Ye Chuhan chuckled softly.

His narrow eyes held a sharp light, and the smile on his beautiful lips was meaningful. "...What a beautiful lotus..."

Ye Chuhan, the sect leader of Tianshan Snow Gate, leaned lazily against the soft couch, picked up the luminous cup filled with grape wine, and slowly brought it to his lips, savoring the crystal-clear liquid.

"She will become a fine sword for me!!"

Section 3

At the age of fifteen, Lianhua became a fine sword in the hands of Ye Chuhan, the sect leader of the Tianshan Snow Sect in the Western Regions!

In the battle to wipe out the Tianyi Sect in the desert, the Lotus Sword first showed its sharpness!

Working perfectly with Zhan Yu, the leader of Tianxuan Hall, they easily killed four protectors of Tianyi Sect and captured the sect leader alive. From then on, the Tianyi Sect of the Desert disappeared from the martial arts world.

Having subdued the thousand-year-old blood python in the Kunlun Blood Pool, the Blood Relic, the most coveted cultivation treasure among martial arts practitioners, will forever belong to Ye Chuhan, the leader of the Tianshan Snow Sect.