The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 1289: Don’t Trust Men

Long Fei remained calm and composed, but danger lurked in the shadows around him.

The hand of the Yaoji Saintess was her signal. Her two fingers pressed together signified "kill."

When her fingers closed, it signified "peace."

For over a thousand years, she had encountered all kinds of geniuses.

Yet today, only Long Fei unsettled her mind so thoroughly that even her fingers hesitated.

She asked Long Fei, "Even ants struggle to survive. Since you’ve seen through all this, do you not wish to fight for your own life?"

Long Fei coughed twice, pulled out a handkerchief, spat a mouthful of fresh blood into it, and with a pale face said weakly, "Two days ago on Tianzhu Mountain, I fought alone against every sect under the heavens. During my tribulation, I grew too anxious, resulting in heavenly lightning inflicting a Great Dao Injury upon me. In that moment, I came to understand: life and death are but fate. One may struggle against humanity, but to fight against the heavens is as futile as drawing water with a bamboo basket. Rather than living bitterly, why not indulge in moments of joy before death?"

"You see things quite clearly."

The Yaoji Saintess sipped her tea as well, though her brew was different—a tonic for beauty and vitality, nourishing both her body and Primordial Spirit.

One yin, one yang—capable of killing or nurturing.

Curious, she asked Long Fei, "I still don’t understand. Since your arrival, I’ve done everything flawlessly. Where, exactly, did I let slip?"

Long Fei laughed, "Sister, your demeanor is like that of a fairy. No matter how well you act, you cannot feign the aura of a courtesan. When I glanced at you earlier, I noticed your body displayed feelings of aversion. That was your flaw."

"You, young as you are, certainly have seen much of the world."

The Yaoji Saintess removed her veil, revealing a face of cold, unparalleled beauty.

This face, one that would enthrall any man in the realm upon first sight.

Her features were delicate, her brows drawn like painted strokes, her eyes carrying traces of sorrow, exuding an aura reminiscent of Lin Daiyu.

So fragile and pitiable, it could steal hearts at first glance.

Long Fei stared at her silently for a long moment, causing her cheeks to flush.

Even a body forged from Primordial Spirit displayed normal, physical reactions. She couldn’t help but huff, "How long are you planning to keep staring?"

"A graceful lady, a gentleman’s pursuit—how could anyone ever tire of looking?"

Long Fei laughed heartily, asking with curiosity, "Sister, you don’t seem like a wicked person, so why do such heaven-defying deeds?"

The Yaoji Saintess’s expression turned cold and distant, "There are things you wouldn’t understand. To commit small evil in pursuit of saving the world through great good—is this truly evil?"

"Sister, are you saying that you intend to help humanity fight against the Demon Race?"

Long Fei gazed at her, hitting the mark with his words.

The Yaoji Saintess was flustered enough to slap the table, glaring at Long Fei as she angrily retorted, "What is wrong with you? Have you never heard the saying ’seeing through yet remaining silent’? What use is there in being so clever?"

In just a short time, she truly felt a pang of hesitation.

Long Fei was too intelligent, as if capable of seeing through her entirely—from soul to being.

If not for the pressing matters at hand, she genuinely wished to befriend Long Fei properly to figure out what kind of person he truly was.

Long Fei said, "When death looms, one speaks honestly. I only wish to offer Sister some advice. Do not ignore small acts of kindness; do not commit small acts of wrongdoing. What you believe to be right may not truly be so. Perhaps the person you replaced was destined to rise against the Demon Race, but by interfering, you stripped them of their fate. Are you certain that, aside from yourselves, no one else can oppose the Demon Race?"

The Yaoji Saintess clenched her fist and replied, "What do you know? Have you ever seen the Demon Race? Have you witnessed a country destroyed, corpses strewn everywhere, blood flowing until it filled rivers? We, in our generation, couldn’t defeat them, let alone cultivators from this Dharma-Ending Age. I can confidently tell you—only we can save humanity. Only we can preserve the last threads of the Human Race’s fate."

Her emotions surged, evidently recalling unbearable memories.

If not for the protection of the Red Mansion Treasure, they would’ve long disappeared in the river of time—barely surviving to this day.

She sipped her tea gloomily, not even understanding why she had told Long Fei so much secret information.

This guy was truly infuriating, messing with her emotions completely.

In over a thousand years, facing countless prodigies and talents, she had never encountered someone like Long Fei.

Long Fei sipped his tea, waiting for her emotions to calm before speaking again, "No wonder the Old Emperor doesn’t dare act against your Heavenly Sound Workshop. I imagine this court, including both civil and military officials, and even the Imperial Family and Nobility, already counts many as your allies, right?"

"Yes!"

The Yaoji Saintess no longer bothered hiding the truth, candidly replying, "I’ll tell you this—the Demon Race is about to emerge, and this country’s resistance forces must be under our control if there’s any hope of victory." fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

Long Fei asked her, "So you’ve chosen the Third Prince?"

The Yaoji Saintess blurted out in shock, "How did you know?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them. Long Fei’s sly grin made it clear he had been baiting her all along.

Now she suspected everything Long Fei had said was fabricated—that he wasn’t ill at all and had been pretending to extract information.

But the intelligence from inside and outside confirmed that Long Fei did suffer from a Great Dao Injury.

He had also drunk the Soul-Devouring Bewitching Tea, leaving him without hope of survival. Why was he so confident, brazenly chatting away and showing off his wit?

Long Fei sighed and shook his head. "I don’t think your plan will succeed. The Third Prince is useless and witless, no better than the Crown Prince. The Old Emperor’s unwillingness to pass down the throne likely stems from seeing this himself. What you’re doing will only deepen humanity’s divisions, offering no advantage in fighting the Demon Race. If you’ve any sense left, heed my advice: it’s not too late to stop now."

The Yaoji Saintess stared at him for a long moment, so amused by his tone that she couldn’t help but chuckle.

She thought to herself, "Shouldn’t you be worrying more about your own safety right now?"

Long Fei drained his bowl of Soul-Devouring Bewitching Tea, shrugged, and said, "There’s something I must tell you—my physical body can neutralize any poison in the world. Your tea is indeed extraordinary, but it’s ineffective against me."

"What?"

The Yaoji Saintess turned pale with shock, springing to her feet.

She pointed at Long Fei in exasperation, "So all this time, you’ve been deliberately trying to extract information from me?"

Long Fei smiled faintly, "I wouldn’t put it that way—I was just chatting with you, not specifically trying to draw secrets."

"Don’t think you can leave alive! Entering this Heavenly Sound Workshop, do you really believe you can escape?"

As the Yaoji Saintess’s soul stirred, her body glowed with Mysterious Light.

If she had a physical body, she would probably be coughing up blood by now.

It turned out she had truly been fooled by this brat, revealing many of her secrets during their conversation.

If this man wasn’t dealt with, their plans for Emperor Flame’s descendants to return to the Human Realm would surely face complications.

She raised her hand, her fingers coming together to signify "kill," as the Great Monk outside cursed while entering, grumbling, "Princess, I told you to kill him early, but you insisted on chatting with this brat. Now look—you’ve spilled everything to him."

Not only him, but even the ten maids who had been serving the Yaoji Saintess earlier appeared together.

Long Fei raised his brows upon seeing them, saying, "No stronger experts to call upon?"

The Yaoji Saintess, irritated, snapped, "We’re more than enough to kill you."

Long Fei sighed, "It seems I’ve guessed correctly again. This Red Mansion Treasure may preserve your Primordial Spirits, but it cannot awaken them freely. Worst of all, you’ve likely used methods from the Demon Race to preserve your bodies, sealing your Primordial Spirits in amber."

"Good sister, tell me—I guessed right, didn’t I?"

His face displayed an impish teasing expression, utterly disrespectful.

"Go die!"

The Yaoji Saintess’s expression darkened dramatically, almost suspecting Long Fei of being an insider from their ranks—how else could he know their secrets, even their method of sealing Primordial Spirits?

Unable to hold back, she cursed aloud, her longsword soaring into the air and unleashing a dazzling white light that struck at Long Fei.

Long Fei dodged backward, the Sword Qi slashing through the tables and chairs before him, shattering them to pieces.

Yet the items within the room seemed to possess a spirit.

Though broken and fragmented, they swiftly reassembled themselves.

Long Fei observed closely, feeling a strong temptation to seize the entire pavilion.

However, faced with two Divinity Transformation Realm experts and those still sealed in amber who hadn’t emerged yet, he dared not act recklessly. Leaping backward, he arrived at the pavilion’s window.

The Great Monk shouted anxiously, "Thief, don’t act rashly! Outside is the Void’s chaotic currents. If you jump, your body will immediately be torn to shreds!"

He seemed more worried than Long Fei was, fearing the destruction of Long Fei’s body.

Watching for so long, he had realized that Long Fei’s physical form was a priceless treasure—even resistant to the Soul-Devouring Bewitching Tea.

If obtained, it would undoubtedly be a heaven-defying opportunity.

The Yaoji Saintess hurriedly called out, "Come down, let’s talk this through!"

She was also desperate to stabilize Long Fei, unwilling to lose such a precious mortal shell in vain.

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