The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 1290: Shameless Thief

Long Fei stood on the windowsill, gazing at the sky at a melancholic forty-five-degree angle, and said, "What’s the joy in living, and what’s the pain in dying? If I go in, wouldn’t you just kill me? I might as well jump out and end it myself."

"Do you think my Colorful Glazed Tower is somewhere you can come and go as you please?"

The Yaoji Saintess let out a soft reprimand, her hands forming a Dharma Seal, pressing together. The two windows in front of Long Fei slammed shut with a bang.

A tremendous force rebounded, sending Long Fei hurtling back into the room.

The Great Monk, holding his Zen Staff, chuckled, "Little thief, you sure are cocky! Weren’t you just saying you’d kill yourself? Weren’t you just saying you’d rather die than bend? Go ahead and kill yourself then—let this Buddha Master have a look!"

"Dear sister, bald big brother, this is all just a misunderstanding. Let’s talk it out—no need to hurt the peace with hands or feet."

Long Fei chuckled nervously and raised his hands. His body flickered as he dashed out of the room into the other areas.

At the moment, he couldn’t use his spiritual power and had to rely solely on his physical body.

Standing at the window earlier was just him bluffing the two.

If he jumped out and encountered chaotic flows in the Void without using Spatial Law to resist, his physical body—unless in the True Immortal Realm—would be reduced to dust in an instant.

Though relying solely on physical power, his speed was as rapid as lightning.

The recently absorbed and refined White Tiger Bloodline was pushed to its limit, leaving only a streak of white light in his wake.

Currently, his body’s Blood Fusion had been narrowed down to five bloodlines:

East Azure Dragon, West White Tiger, North Black Tortoise, South Vermilion Bird, Central Kirin.

These five bloodlines remained incompatible.

The White Tiger ruled slaughter, its bloodline imbued with Geng Metal Qi.

Speed incredibly swift, as if lightning.

The Yaoji Saintess cursed angrily, "Chase him! I swear I’ll beat this brat’s butt until it’s raw!"

A group of maids and the Great Monk hurriedly gave chase, their faces filled with astonishment.

Within the Colorful Glazed Tower, spiritual power was normally suppressed, and only they could circumvent the restrictive Laws here.

Yet this brat’s speed was clearly unaffected, which left everyone utterly shocked.

From the outside, the Colorful Glazed Tower didn’t appear large, resembling a typical ancient-style pavilion. freewёbnoνel-com

But stepping inside had Long Fei dumbfounded.

It turned out to be a world all its own—an ideal Cave Heaven.

The pavilion’s center was hollow, containing a courtyard as large as a sports field, carpeted in lush greenery, complete with fake mountains, lakes, covered walkways, and charming little buildings, presenting a picturesque view. There even stood an Ancient Divine Tree whose age was undiscernible.

Judging by its appearance, this seemed to be the legendary Parasol Divine Tree.

Standing over a hundred zhang tall with flourishing branches and foliage, it supplied the pavilion with a constant stream of spiritual energy.

The surrounding levels of the pavilion encased this divine tree, with each tier comprising hundreds of rooms.

Each floor was intertwined with rainbow bridges, spiraling upward around the Parasol Divine Tree.

On and around the tree, numerous Divine Birds soared in a dreamlike display, as though an Immortal Realm.

This miraculous treasure—its creator must be an unparalleled master.

Long Fei leapt into the courtyard and began yanking up flowers and grass from the ground, shoving them directly into his mouth.

Anything planted in the Colorful Glazed Tower was surely extraordinary.

The pavilion was something he couldn’t take away, but eating some herbs was certainly doable.

The Yaoji Saintess caught up, seeing him devour grass like an Old Bull, and immediately blew up, yelling indignantly, "You little scoundrel, these are immature Yao Grass! Are you trying to destroy heavenly treasures?!"

"Yao Grass?"

Long Fei’s heart leapt with joy, surprised to unexpectedly find such a thing.

His hands moved even faster, clear-cutting a ten-meter radius and storing the herbs into his Storage Ring, intending to bring them back as gifts for his girls.

Legend had it that Yao Grass could enhance a woman’s allure and serve as a miraculous cosmetic spiritual medicine.

A dozen sword-wielding women in white charged at him, but Long Fei deftly dodged and moved to another herb field to wreak havoc.

He didn’t directly confront them, relying on his speed to travel freely through the area as if no one else existed.

When he reached a patch resembling radish leaves, he spotted a chubby little boy wearing a bellyband munching on a carrot-like object. Upon seeing Long Fei, he jumped up in fright, shrieking, "Who are you to dare trespass on my territory?!"

"Territory?"

Long Fei laughed mockingly, "You think you’re a big man just because you’re a little kid?"

The little boy retorted indignantly, "So what if I’m a little kid? This young lord is a Thousand-Year Ginseng Spirit, a divine existence. You humans have no right to point fingers at me here!"

After speaking, he scratched his head, curiously asking, "By the way, where did you come from? I’ve never seen you before."

"Thousand-Year... Ginseng Spirit?"

Long Fei’s eyes lit up, his heart pounding with excitement.

Damn, this was the legendary Ginseng Baby!

He formed a palm seal with his right hand and swiftly grabbed, snatching up the Ginseng Baby.

At the same time, a scolding voice sounded nearby, "Ajiu, be careful of this Demon Chief."

The Ginseng Baby started bawling, "Sister, save me!"

Yaoji arrived but was a step too late.

Long Fei tossed the chubby Ginseng Baby into his Storage Ring, then reached down to yank the root underneath the radish leaves, stuffing it into his mouth.

This was no radish—it was clearly ginseng.

Moreover, each root seemed to be over a thousand years old.

Just as he reached to dig out more ginseng, the sword qi from the Yaoji Saintess swept in.

Long Fei jumped into the air, landing atop the Parasol Tree.

With a swish, the sweep of sword light shredded the radish leaves below into pieces.

The Yaoji Saintess finally lost it, stomping her foot and yelling furiously at Long Fei, "You Demon, even your physical body is worthless to me now!"

If she weren’t concerned about damaging Long Fei’s physical body, she wouldn’t have been so passive, allowing him to wreak havoc in her domain.

The Great Monk rushed over at this moment, hastily advising her, "Saintess, a physical body is rare—let him be arrogant for a while. He can’t escape anyway!"

The Yaoji Saintess ground her teeth in frustration. This was supposed to be a captured prey, but it had turned into an uncontrollable disaster!

Long Fei climbed up a hundred meters, reaching out to grab leaves from the Parasol Tree.

Not caring whether they were useful or not, he figured this Ancient Divine Tree’s leaves might even make for great tea.

But suddenly, the Divine Birds encircling the Parasol Tree glowed red and began charging at Long Fei in flames.

The Parasol Divine Tree had manifested sentience, and these Firebirds were its guardian spirits.

Any intruder would face these raging fire spirits born from the tree itself.

Long Fei dodged and darted, expending tremendous effort to escape the birds’ fiery encirclement, but his rear still got singed in the process.

He was wearing a robe crafted from Snow Silkworm Silk, resistant to water and fire.

But when met with the divine flames, the fabric sizzled and burned away, exposing his underpants for all to see.

Standing on the rainbow bridge in the middle, Long Fei covered his scorched rear, screaming, "Damn, what kind of freak tree is this?!"

The Yaoji Saintess, despite her anger, couldn’t help but laugh at this embarrassing sight. With a mocking tone, she called out, "Demon Chief, surrender yourself obediently, or I’ll ensure you’ll be completely obliterated, leaving no remnants behind!"

"You first owe me clothes—then we’ll talk!"

Turning around, Long Fei intentionally presented his burned rear to her.

The floral-patterned underpants that Lin Yingying had bought for him were revealed, causing the Yaoji Saintess to blush and turn her head away, holding her sword and cursing loudly, "Shameless rascal, you’re asking for death!"

Unable to restrain herself any longer, noticing her maids and the Great Monk failing to hold Long Fei, she formed hand seals and yelled with all her might, "Heavenly Net, Slay the Demon!"

The Great Monk cried in alarm, "Saintess, don’t do this!"

Inwardly, he thought to himself that it was over. This rascal’s impudence had led to him offending the Saintess.

Now, it would be the end—once she activated the Colorful Glazed Tower’s Restrictions, even an Immortal couldn’t leave here alive!

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