Published: March 7, 2025
Chapter 429: The Battle of Butian Pavilion and Golden Horse Knights Hall
Chu Imperial Seat was in extreme pain. He had unknowingly lost his virginity... Yet he felt nothing? Moreover, he didn’t even know who the woman was, or what she looked like...
For a man, is there anything more speechless than this?
Is there anything more disappointing than this?
"No matter who it was, Tie Butian must know the truth!" the Sword Spirit said.
"Ah..." Chu Yang sighed deeply, suddenly feeling a surge of pent-up frustration in his heart. Tie Butian, you know everything but say nothing? What’s going on? Are you playing with me?
After the frustration came anger; but undeniably, there was also gratitude. Regardless of who that woman was, under the influence of spring poison, he remained completely unaware and let the other party take the initiative. This was extremely difficult for any woman.
Moreover... it must have caused her great suffering.
Because, according to the Sword Spirit, the purity of the poison he suffered was quite severe; ordinary women simply couldn’t withstand it...
The other party was equivalent to his lifesaver. Yet he didn’t even know who that lifesaver was...
Chu Yang fell into deep silence, truly contemplating going to find Tie Butian immediately to clarify what had happened. But now was such a critical moment.
Everything had to wait until after the battle.
Chu Yang let out a long sigh.
In the end, he decided to adopt the Sword Spirit’s method: using the lust serpent's inner pill to create a pool of spring water. First, this poison was even more domineering than that of the Poison Dragon Serpent, and it was also colorless and tasteless; and it was convenient: just throw the inner pill in, and it would be done.
Most importantly... three days later, as it evaporated, it would restore the pool of green water.
The medicinal effect would completely disappear without any aftereffects.
So, several hours ago, Chu Yang had taken out the two inner pills and hid them in that pool of water.
After receiving the news that Tie Butian was safe, Chu Yang saw Jing Menghun still showing off, and couldn't help but feel anger rise within him.
Damn it, I’m feeling frustrated, and this bastard comes here to flaunt!
"Wu Qianqian! Follow Wu Kuangyun over there! This side is left to me!" Chu Yang said coldly.
"Chu Yang, let me handle this side," Wu Qianqian said calmly.
Turning his head, Chu Yang saw that Wu Qianqian was dressed similarly to him: in a black robe, completely shrouding her figure. With just a mask added, she would be a living Chu King of Hell!
"What are you doing?" Chu Yang's expression turned cold.
"I'm going to be the bait for you!" Wu Qianqian's eyes were filled with determination. Everyone knew that this battle against the Golden Horse Knights Hall was a fight with a vastly disproportionate scale.
Thirty thousand troops from the Golden Horse Knights Hall were not comparable to the motley crew Chu Yang had temporarily gathered! The danger of this battle far exceeded that of a hundred thousand troops clashing!
Moreover, the other side had Jing Menghun, a ninth-grade pinnacle expert, personally leading the team. There were also dozens of ninth-grade martial sovereigns, the weakest among them being martial masters! If they weren't careful, even the imperial throne could fall in this battle, let alone Chu Yang!
Wu Qianqian felt very pessimistic. But one thing she was determined to do was: even if she were to be shattered to pieces, Chu Yang could not have any accidents!
So at this moment, Wu Qianqian was already prepared: to replace Chu Yang, she would fight alongside Jing Menghun's people, leading them to that water pool when they were parched from continuous fighting!
If she could come back alive, that would be great; if she died in this war, at least Chu Yang would survive! Even if he continued to deal with the Golden Horse Knights Hall, she would have at least weakened their power by half! It would be much easier for Chu Yang to handle.
Seeing that the three armies were ready, Wu Kuangyun had already begun to lead his troops to depart. Wu Qianqian squeezed her legs together, ready to charge out, with one hand reaching into her chest to retrieve her mask.