Eternal Life from Taking Care of Master's Wife-Chapter 112 - 17: Shocking! All Top Three True Inheritors of the Celestial Sword Taken Out at Once

Chapter 112: Chapter 17: Shocking! All Top Three True Inheritors of the Celestial Sword Taken Out at Once

Celestial Immortal Tower.

Yang Fan felt quite displeased, having been coldly rejected by Sword Hero, fueled with anger.

He needed to cool down.

He called for ten, but only chose one who appeared full of spirit, and then handed her an outfit to change into.

"You really know how to play, young master!"

The woman smiled faintly and unflinchingly changed her clothes, having encountered this situation many times.

Some men have special preferences for certain uniforms.

Some men can’t win their goddess, so they get outfits resembling her style and have her play their goddess.

Some have her play the role of the teacher’s wife, some the sister-in-law, some the aunt, some the stepmother, some the younger sister, or the elder sister...

Also playing the master, the uncle, the sect leader...

They have her play all sorts of roles.

"Don’t laugh!"

Yang Fan frowned, and ordered:

"From now on, you’re not allowed to laugh or speak!"

"Yes, young master!"

After changing, the woman realized she was actually wearing men’s clothing, which seemed somewhat similar to those she’d seen second on the Hundred Flowers List, Sword Hero, wear.

She suddenly realized.

So this guy couldn’t win Sword Hero, and wanted her to play Sword Hero.

Thinking of this, the woman instantly grasped the idea.

Her aura changed immediately, giving Yang Fan a cold glance, as if dissatisfied with Yang Fan’s prior scolding.

Yang Fan shivered all over, surprisingly feeling elevated.

That’s the feeling!

Seeing Yang Fan wasn’t angry but rather excited, she felt assured; impersonating a cold goddess wasn’t difficult for her.

She had played such roles often.

With ease.

The woman even drew a whip, striking Yang Fan’s thigh, coldly saying, "What are you here for?"

Yang Fan had previously asked the woman not to speak, but now she did.

Yet Yang Fan wasn’t angry.

Even being whipped made his blood boil.

He had found the essence of it!

However, Yang Fan didn’t know that the cold goddess, whom he worshipped as unattainable and pure, had long become Zhou Chen’s.

Zhou Mansion.

Sword Hero gripped the door handle tightly with her slender, fair hands, her face flushed, biting her lip silently.

Zhou Chen held Sword Hero from behind, greedily inhaling the body fragrance as delicate as orchids and chrysanthemums emanating from her, tenderly kissing her cheek and neck.

One hour later.

Zhou Chen lifted Sword Hero and carried her to the inner room, letting her lie on the bed, facing away from him.

...

The setting sun cast blood-like shadows as the last remaining rays tenaciously provided light and warmth to the earth.

Celestial Immortal Tower.

Yang Fan, satisfied, rewarded the woman with one hundred taels of silver and left in high spirits.

"Senior Sister, I must win you!"

Yang Fan resolved in his heart.

A brothel woman already made him unable to resist; if it were Senior Sister, how celestial would the pleasure be?

Thinking of Senior Sister’s cool enchanting demeanor stirred Yang Fan’s heart, his blood boiling, heading ten miles east of Cyan Cloud City.

He was determined to see who it was!

If unsatisfied, he would make the other regret!

Yang Fan felt very confident in his abilities.

With the Thirteenth Body Refining Transformation, even facing the Divine Power Realm would be manageable; even with the Divine Form Realm, he was confident in escaping.

Moreover, it was only ten miles from Cyan Cloud City; exerting his lightweight skill fully, he could return in less than ten breaths.

He couldn’t believe someone would dare to kill him in Cyan Cloud City.

...

Zhou Mansion.

Yang Fan’s dream goddess was now nestled entirely under the covers.

Zhou Chen looked at the sky; it was getting late.

He glanced at Sword Hero peacefully asleep, then quietly withdrew and got out of bed.

The quilt slipped, revealing Sword Hero’s arm as fair as snow, half-hidden delicate collarbones, along with a glimpse of radiant white.

Zhou Chen could clearly see Sword Hero wore nothing.

Sword Hero’s alluring body bore all traces of Zhou Chen’s presence.

"You’re going to kill Yang Fan?"

Just as Zhou Chen was about to leave, Sword Hero suddenly sat up and walked before Zhou Chen.

"How did you know?"

Zhou Chen admired Sword Hero’s strikingly beautiful figure, somewhat surprised but not concealing.

While donning her clothes, Sword Hero calmly said:

"Last night when Yang Fan arrived, I sensed your killing intent!"

"Today Yang Fan didn’t return with the master to Celestial Sword Sect, but remained; if that were all, it wouldn’t matter much!"

"Yet you followed behind him."

"Taken separately, these don’t amount to much, but together, it’s clear you used some method to keep Yang Fan here, planning to kill him!"

"Right, exactly!"

Zhou Chen smiled, lifting Sword Hero’s delicate chin; her neck still bore his mark: "I didn’t know you were so clever!"

They say large chests mean less intelligence.

Yet for Sword Hero, it seems to be directly proportional.

"You going to stop me?"

Looking into Sword Hero’s eyes and kissing her swollen lips, Zhou Chen asked.

"I’ll go with you!"

Sword Hero simply said, her intention clear!

"Alright!"

Zhou Chen nodded slightly; the two tidied up, and Zhou Chen exercised Heaven-Deceiving Divine Techniques, concealing as they left the city, heading straight east, ten miles out.

At this moment.

Yang Fan held the sword hilt in one hand, cautiously scanning the surroundings, frowning tightly.

The moon hung above the willow.

People gathered after dusk.

Time had come.

"Could it be they’re toying with me?"

Yang Fan’s eyes turned cold; as he contemplated leaving, a strong sense of danger surged into his heart, leaving him horrified, his heart pounding.

"Who?"

He gripped the sword hilt, the blade barely out when cold steel pierced his chest, emerging with blood, terrifying Sword Qi erupted, shredding, pulverizing his organs to pieces.

"Pft!"

Blood mixed with internal fragments spewed out, agony sweeping through every nerve of his body.