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Chapitre 13

The golden whip was lashed out, and with a gust of wind, it tore half a layer of skin off his face, revealing the real skin and features underneath.

It was a truly comical scene. A person with two faces, asymmetrical, half seawater, half flame, and the culprit was terrified at just a glance—"A ghost!!!"

She disappeared into the jungle as quickly as if her bottom had been set on fire.

Wang Gang sat stiffly on the horse's back, his five fingers clenched into fists, his knuckles turning blue and white, making a cracking sound.

As Pang Wan disappeared into the distance like a whirlwind, the masked man who had been lying in ambush in the woods finally emerged, knelt before him, and tremblingly called out, "Young Master?"

Wang Gang didn't speak, but remained silent as he peeled off the fake skin from the other half of his face.

The masked man beneath the horse felt enveloped by an immense chill and dark clouds; the slightest movement would tear him to pieces.

A long time, a very long time has passed.

As the sun gradually set, a clear whistle suddenly rang out in the valley.

The divine steed, which had been resting on the ground, suddenly raised its head, got up, and ran into the depths of the jungle with piercing eyes.

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Pang Wan and his divine steed rode at breakneck speed for about ten days and finally arrived in the capital.

Along the way, she observed and inquired to make sure that the imposter Wang Gang hadn't caught up—that man exuded a murderous aura, was more terrifying than the King of Hell, and his peeling face had given her nightmares for days.

As for what he really looked like? Oh dear, it was too shocking, I can't remember...

The capital city is where Gu Xiju and Fairy Sangchan reside, and Pang Wan is very much looking forward to it.

She was no longer a lovesick young girl eager to have a romantic entanglement with the leader of the martial arts alliance, but rather someone who harbored idol worship dreams and hoped to catch a glimpse of Sang Chan's beautiful face.

After wandering around the city for three days without any success, she heard that Fairy Sangchan would be hosting a banquet at Canghai Tower in half a month to invite the top ten figures on the list of heroes, and her heart was stirred.

She couldn't get into the Heroes' Register, but she could still pretend to be a maid in the Canghai Tower, right?

So he made up an excuse, slipped some silver into his pocket, disguised himself, and sneaked into Canghai Tower. After all, money can make the devil turn the millstone.

On that night when the full moon hung high in the sky, a group of experts, led by graceful maids, stepped into the largest and most luxurious private room of Canghai Tower.

The two beauties in the private room bowed and smiled at the heroes: "The fairy has something to attend to and will arrive later. Please enjoy yourselves and have a good time."

The experts said nothing, but the maid who led the way looked disappointed.

After a few rounds of drinks, the atmosphere in the room became lively, with the experts laughing and talking loudly, and the conversation gradually opened up.

A burly man with a dark face said, "I wonder if the Palace Master of the Lonely Palace will come to this year's martial arts tournament? I want to have a good fight with him."

Another man in blue shook his head: "How could that be? If Gu Gong were to step into the hall of the assembly, wouldn't that mean he's on the side of the righteous? He wouldn't do something that wouldn't bring him any benefit."

Several others nodded in agreement: "Indeed, Gu Gong is well-versed in the art of self-preservation and would never rashly get involved in the struggle between good and evil."

"What a pity that such amazing skill is wasted!" The burly man with the dark face sighed. "It's such a shame that it can't be used by us upright people! What a pity!" He then sullenly took a swig of wine.

The man in blue robes laughed loudly, fanning himself: "Second Brother Xu, could it be that you have a crush on the Palace Master of the Lonely Palace?"

Upon hearing this, everyone burst into laughter.

Xu Lao Er glared fiercely at the man in blue and said angrily, "I only value talent! I feel sorry for the Alliance Leader! If we could win over the Lonely Palace, what would the mere Moon Worshiping Demonic Sect be worth mentioning?"

When he mentioned the Moon Worship Cult, everyone's expressions darkened, and their playful smiles gradually faded.

Pang Wan stood quietly behind the curtain, muttering to herself: "I wonder what heinous things the cult leader has done to make everyone so afraid to talk about the moon."

After a moment of silence, someone suddenly said, "The Demonic Sect is getting stronger and stronger. I heard that the young master of the Moon Worship Sect is highly skilled in martial arts and ruthless in his methods. He targets the leaders of various sects. In just two years, five leaders have died at his hands. Half a year ago, he even seriously injured the Kunlun Sect Master, a grandmaster of the martial arts world—he is simply extremely arrogant!"

Another person said, "More than that! It is said that the Demonic Sect has also obtained a once-in-a-century genius, who has been appointed as the current Holy Maiden. That demoness is extremely bloodthirsty. She started learning martial arts at the age of six, killed people at the age of eight, and peeled off her first tiger skin at the age of nine. Before she was even sixteen, she had already taken the heads of hundreds of people. With such a pair of Asura successors in Zuo Huai'an, it is truly like adding wings to a tiger!"

Upon hearing the first half of the sentence, Pang Wan thought to himself, "Brother Nanyi is really amazing." But upon hearing the second half, he exclaimed in astonishment, "This is so unfamiliar to me!"

Others joined in, chattering away with their anger and hatred towards the Moon Worship Cult, and Pang Wan was nearly dizzy from hearing all the bloody stories of the demonic cult.

Just as I was feeling dizzy and disoriented, I suddenly heard someone announce from outside the door: "The Alliance Leader has arrived!"

A bucket of cold water was poured over his head, instantly sobering Pang Wan up—well, he hadn't expected to be greeted by another fairy instead of Sang Chan! Just as he was peeking out to see what was going on, he was suddenly pushed out by the two beauties: "Alright, alright, we don't need you here."

Before Pang Wan could struggle, she was locked outside the gate. With her head down, she could only see a white hem of clothing fluttering past the doorway.

The moon was high in the sky, and the heroes had been sitting in the attic box for almost two hours.

Pang Wan had been waiting outside for two whole hours, and was exhausted and hungry.

Since Gu Xiju arrived, the private room has never been bustling with noise again. Everything has been done quietly, so she could hardly hear anything and didn't know whether Fairy Sangchan had actually come or not.

The more she thought about it, the more unwilling she became. Finally, she secretly slipped into the corridor, and with a light touch, landed silently on the roof.

Through the gaps between the roof tiles, she finally saw Gu Xiju's appearance—just as she had imagined, with his white robes flowing and spotless, clearly a hermit sage. At this moment, he was surrounded by heroes and valiant men, listening to them with a smile, like a single red flower amidst a sea of green, surrounded by stars.

Pang Wan stared at him, who was chatting and laughing, and suddenly felt a pang of bitterness in her heart—Gu Lang, do you know? You should have been the one the author paired with me! It's a pity that I was born a few years too late, and I haven't cultivated the invincible magic of the female lead. I don't know where I will find a husband like you when I return after five years of study.

"Did he abandon you?" A voice suddenly appeared in my ear.

Pang Wan was startled and turned around, only to see a young man squatting behind her, dressed in purple under the moonlight.

"Why do you say that?" Pang Wan blushed, his thoughts exposed.

“The way you looked at him just now, you were so sorrowful you were about to cry.” The man in purple moved closer to her, pointing at Gu Xiju with his chin. “A woman only shows that kind of look when she has been abandoned by a man.”

"You're the one who got dumped!" Pang Wan realized her eyes were brimming with tears, and couldn't help but get angry and lash out, "What's it to you!"