Sword King In A Women's World

Chu Qing found himself caught between amusement and exasperation. He couldn’t decipher the true meaning behind Ye Chenxi’s response. Was she agreeing to put on her clothes or agreeing to him acting rough on her? As he observed Ye Chenxi’s hopeful expression, Chu Qing couldn’t help but feel a sense of trepidation toward this woman. Although he had no intention of succumbing to her advances, he acknowledged that he held the advantage in this situation. After all, this was his own house.

As he urged Ye Chenxi to put on her clothes, there was another knock on the door. His father did not hide his thoughts at all. Fortunately, they did not do anything out of line.

He found a few more posters and blocked the crack. Chu Qing opened the door and heard his father ask, “What are you doing? Why did you take so long to open the door?”

F*ck.

Chu Qing didn’t want to say anything. He wanted to bang his head against the wall. In the end, after his father sent Ye Chenxi away with a vigilant gaze, Chu Qing rushed into the room and refused to open the door.

Closing his ears, Chu Qing thought about what Ye Chenxi had said before she left. She said that Mrs. Ye wanted to treat Chu Qing to a meal tomorrow. Chu Qing guessed that it was because of the Fury Essence Pill.

However, he had not even gotten the herbs and could only delay it. He had said that he would teach Ye Chenxi martial arts, but it ended just like that. Chu Qing felt a little ashamed.

With mixed thoughts in his mind, Chu Qing sneaked downstairs and brought the bottle of ambrosia back to his room.

Tao metal…

Chu Qing observed the complicated patterns on the surface of the bronze-green container.

A moment later, he patted his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood essence on the surface of the container. The scarlet blood bead with a faint golden color squirmed on the surface of the bronze container and disappeared in a short while.

It was as if they had been swallowed by the container. This scene looked extremely strange, but Chu Qing’s expression was calm as he spat out another mouthful of blood. Three times in a row, the patterns on the surface of the bronze container were all ignited and flickered with a faint golden light as if Chu Qing’s blood was flowing in the patterns.

While Chu Qing was refining this Tao metal, a team of cloaked people appeared on the desolate road in Jinmen City that had been sealed for an entire day.

At this point, the Martial Supervisory Department officially got involved in this matter. The Martial Supervisor’s corpse was discovered the next morning. When the news spread, it caused a huge commotion. A Martial Supervisor died just like that, and it looked like he died in a battle with an ancient martial arts family.

The situation at hand had the potential to escalate into a significant issue. At the very least, it involved a conflict between the empire and influential clans. It could even be seen as a personal feud. Consequently, handling this matter was quite challenging. Some individuals suggested downplaying the gravity of the situation, treating it as a minor issue. On the other hand, there were those who aimed to exploit the circumstances to create chaos and strategize accordingly.

Hence, they delayed for an entire day before reaching a conclusion. A private plane set off from the headquarters of the Martial Supervisory Department in the capital and arrived at Jinmen in the evening. The leader was a green-robed Martial Supervisor, known as the Emissary.

She walked around the scene of the accident and concluded on the spot that the Martial Supervisor had died at the hands of others and that the scene had been disguised. Her subordinates immediately took action and worked until midnight. A blue-robed Martial Supervisor walked to the Emissary and said, “Madam, we found a drop of blood that doesn’t belong to all the victims. It contains Oblivion Stream.”

“Oh? Let’s go take a look.” The Emissary was interested.

However, her subordinate said, “From the situation at the scene, the murderer must have been poisoned by the Oblivion Stream. He will definitely die. We can report this.”

“Heh, are you really that confident?” The Special Envoy chuckled and extended a pudgy hand, giving a playful pat on the buttocks of their subordinate. It was distasteful, but the others appeared accustomed to such behavior..