Chapter 291: Why Do I Feel Like Everyone Wants to Harm Me?

According to the Ghost Controlling Sect’s intel and movements, they’ve already identified He Ange as Li Xuan’s killer—thanks to Mu Yanli’s tip-off.

This played perfectly into Mu Yanli’s hands.

When the Ghost Controlling Sect attacked He Ange, she would rescue him, forging a debt of gratitude. Then, together, they would ambush the Ghost Controlling Sect.

First betrayal: She betrayed Li Xuan to win He Ange’s trust.

Second betrayal: She’d use He Ange to bleed the Ghost Controlling Sect dry.

He Ange lured hatred.

Mu Yanli delivered the killing blow.

Then she’d gift him the credit while dumping the blame on him.

Soon, Mu Yanli would attempt her breakthrough to the Void Refining Realm.

She lacked no resources for advancement.

But to climb further—to Void God or Heavenly God Realm—she’d need unimaginable wealth.

For now, she harvested young cultivators’ blood.

Soon, she’d target ancient powerhouses.

Long-term, Li Min—the Ghost Controlling Sect’s elder—was perfect prey.

Grandson first, grandfather next.

Keep the family together.

At the thought, Mu Yanli’s lips twisted into a vicious grin.

Just then—

Her eyes snapped to a figure outside the tavern.

A woman in a black trench coat, silver-gray hair covering one eye.

Even with half her face hidden, her cold, dark beauty was unmistakable.

Dressed nearly identically to Mu Yanli—trench coat, pleated skirt, black stockings—she looked like she’d stepped out of the same gothic painting.

“Crow?”

“Why is she in this dump…?”

Mu Yanli’s brow furrowed.

As far as she knew, Crow once served the Spirit Phoenix Sect but had since defected to the Dragon Dynasty princess.

Officially, she’d cut ties with the ancient Phoenix Sovereign below the Abyss.

Unofficially?

Who knew?

They’d clashed in the Upper World before.

Mu Yanli never underestimated her.

But why would Crow—the shadow of a princess—descend to the mortal realm?

“Unless… Chen Sheng is in that teahouse.”

Mu Yanli’s demonic pupils sharpened.

Recently, the only event near the southern border was the Fox Clan incident.

If Chen Sheng was here…

It had to involve He Yuan.

“Saintess, should we surveil the teahouse?”

The Blood Refining Sect protectors emerged from the shadows.

Before Mu Yanli could answer—

Her gaze locked with golden dragon eyes from the teahouse’s second floor.

Chen Sheng.

They were separated only by a street.

Chen Sheng’s expression shifted—

Confusion.

Disgust, as if eyeing trash.

Then a warning glare before looking away.

She’d let it slide.

“Tch.”

Mu Yanli clicked her tongue.

“Just a privileged brat riding her sister’s coattails… Acting all high and mighty.”

She crossed her arms, radiating contempt.

At the Moon Sect, Mu Yanli had been a lowborn outcast.

Everything she had—she stole with blood and cunning.

So she despised silver-spoon elites—

Those born with divine bloodlines, celestial parents, endless resources…

Why should they have it so easy?

If not for the Dragon Dynasty’s borders—

She’d have dragged that princess into the mud already.

Even if it meant getting beaten herself.

The only person she respected?

He Ange.

A self-made schemer like her.

The rest?

“Spoiled garbage… Sooner or later, you’ll be my stepping stones.”

But her protectors didn’t share her boldness.

“Saintess… perhaps we should leave Dragon Dynasty territory?”

Chen Sheng’s warning had unnerved them.

Who’d dare provoke the second most powerful figure in the dynasty?

“Ignore her. We’ve done nothing wrong here.”

Mu Yanli leaned back, crossing her legs defiantly.

The Ghost Controlling Sect hadn’t even fought He Ange yet.

If Chen Sheng wanted trouble?

Bring it on.

Worst case, she’d flee after a good scrap.

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Teahouse — Second Floor

“My Lady, shall I eliminate that witch?”

“Don’t bother. She’s insane—she’d love a fight.”

Chen Sheng waved Langya off, annoyed.

If not for her greater prey—

She’d have taught that arrogant witch humility.

Mu Yanli wouldn’t appear here without backup.

Though Chen Sheng could kill her—

It’d cause a city-wide spectacle.

Not worth jeopardizing her plans.

“After I capture He Yuan… you’re next, Mu Yanli.”

Then, a thought struck her.

“But why is a Northern Moon Sect member in the south?”

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### Dragon Palace — White Dragon Chambers

“Chen Sheng hasn’t returned?!”

Yan Ruyu’s face paled.

“Fairy Qin reported the mission on her behalf, but Lady Sheng’er herself is absent…”

The White Dragon protectors bowed nervously.

“Impossible! She left the Fox Clan before me!”

Realization dawned—and cold sweat drenched Yan Ruyu’s back.

Chen Sheng must be lying in wait near the border.

For He Yuan.

“I have to go back!”

“But, My Lady—”

“This time, you’re coming with me!”

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### Fox Clan Border

Today, He Ange would leave the secret realm.

But since morning, chills had haunted his spine.

Why did it feel like everyone wanted him dead?

Such was the villain’s life.

Make enough enemies—

And paranoia became your shadow.

“Luo Yi, Ran Yue… let’s go.”

After bidding farewell to the Fox Clan, He Ange finally departed.

At the border, two figures waited—

The silver-haired fairy and the crimson fox girl.

His constants.

A wife and a pet.

A flawless pairing.

One: peerless legs and lethal grace.

The other: soft, warm, endlessly obliging.

Next stop—the Abyssal Palace.

To report his achievements to Feng Yuan.

And to introduce Xia Ran Yue.

Last time, Feng Yuan had gifted An Luo Yi priceless Phoenix swordsmanship.

Surely she’d reward the fox girl too?

After that?

The Ten Thousand Demons Sect.

To deal with a certain troublesome fiancée—

He’d need Dongfang Zhou’s support.

The demon lord’s three sword orbs had nearly obliterated Ye Qingchuan.

If He Ange could trade “eliminating Mu Yanli” for more?

He’d dominate the cultivation world!

Bend that witch over his knee!

Oh, and—

He’d also tease that tsundere phoenix girl, Que Sheng.

Two months had passed since her Phoenix Mark’s activation.

If she hadn’t raged at him by now…

The mark would expire.

He didn’t plan to corrupt her.

But since he was visiting—

Why not enjoy tormenting a tsundere?

Pure bliss.

“Husband seems to have… quite the itinerary~”

An Luo Yi’s icy fingers cupped his face from behind.

“But first?”

“Pay your marital dues.”

He froze.

Oh.

Right.

Duty called.

But after last night’s fox girl feast…

His reserves were depleted!

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