Chapter 1204: Chapter 653: Choose Me or Choose Her (Double-Length Chapter) (Two More at Midnight)
A figure in a mystic robe python robe stood tall in front, posture upright, the spear tip suspended ahead, poised to strike yet holding back.
Yin Weiyin, with the composure of facing Taishan collapsing without a change in expression.
After not seeing each other for many days, now in confrontation again, Yin Weiyin was no longer as restless as before, with inner turmoil hidden, instead, not retreating nor avoiding, faintly overwhelming her. Not sure if Qin Qingluo felt the effect of a man changing in three days, but Yin Weiyin believed she did.
Qin Qingluo’s gaze subtly narrowed, staring at the female crown in front of her, wondering why she felt the crown was different from before.
"Where’s Chen Yi?" she asked again.
Yin Weiyin slightly turned his face, slowly saying, "Where can he be? In my Immortal Palace. If you turn this place upside down, maybe you’ll find him."
Qin Qingluo tightened her grip on the Purple Electric Gun, probing forward a few inches, coldly saying, "I don’t have time to waste words with you."
Yin Weiyin said nothing, instead scanning Qin Qingluo from top to bottom, his gaze swept across her cold face and up toward her towering height, then paused at her waist and hips.
Seems like this Princess too has been through quite an ordeal,
Don’t imagine that someone as tall and strong as her would be reduced to this state, and she’s... still a Vassal King.
New grudges and old hatreds, Yin Weiyin finds great delight in them. However, she’s now achieved Immortal status, why fuss over such things? Yin Weiyin merely slightly shook his head.
"If the Prince has come in person, though I failed to meet you from afar, it’s improper to be a presumptuous guest though." Yin Weiyin paused, then said, "This is the Southern Border, the strong dragon doesn’t oppress the local snake, but does the local snake dare provoke the strong dragon?"
"You consider yourself a strong dragon?" Qin Qingluo asked disdainfully.
Previously, Yin Weiyin might have hurried to rebut, now she merely shook her head and smiled, offering no response.
Qin Qingluo’s gaze grew deeper and narrower, though not knowing why Yin Weiyin nodded then shook her head, but every gesture expressed a different aura than before. She wasn’t as tall, but seemed to overlook her, determining life and death.
Without warning, Qin Qingluo’s wrist exerted tremendous force, the hovering Purple Electric Gun tip abruptly vanished.
Instead of piercing, it thrust, the entire spear body charged like a Jiao Dragon filled with power, heading straight for Yin Weiyin’s brow!
Since Yin Weiyin wasn’t explaining, Qin Qingluo had no more patience to waste.
The spear tip tore through the air, the accompanying Gang Wind even blowing Yin Weiyin’s hair at the temples backward wildly.
Just as the gun tip was about to pierce her forehead, an alabaster hand, casually extended from the wide sky blue cloud sleeve.
Index and middle finger, joined like a sword.
Without earth-shattering momentum, without dazzling Immortal Light swirling.
Just so lightly, probing forward.
Ding.
A sound extremely slight yet piercingly clear rang out.
The Purple Electric Gun tip was held firmly between those seemingly frail fingers, the raging thunderlight on the gun tip stopped as if grasped at seven inches, instantly solidified and dimmed, giving a sizzle, then unwillingly disappeared.
The massive force infused in the spear body, like mud bull entering the sea, upon touching those two fingers, was easily dissipated by an invisible, vast power, vanishing without a trace.
Qin Qingluo looked at this scene before her, incredulous.
Yin Weiyin remained quietly standing there, the Sky Blue Palace Dress immaculate, even her hair remained unruly; she didn’t glance further at the captured gun tip, her gaze still carried that kind of indifferent pity,
"Common folk dare to challenge Immortal’s semblance?"
Yin Weiyin’s voice was calm and flat.
Qin Qingluo’s pupils suddenly contracted into dangerous slits.
Her arms that held the gun bulged with muscle, True Qi within madly activated, seeking to push the spear further, or at least retrieve it.
But,
The gun tip seemed welded in place between those fingers, immovable; despite all her exertion, the gun body didn’t tremor a bit, as if she wasn’t shaking fingers but rather the entire Taihua Mountain.
How can an ant shake a tree?
Yin Weiyin stepped forward, Qin Qingluo meant to push the spear forward, yet was forced step by step backward, her feet leaving shallow marks on the steps.
Seeing her persistent yet futile effort, Yin Weiyin chuckled, flicked the Purple Electric Gun away; the gun body shivered violently, Qin Qingluo’s arms bulged with green veins, barely able to resist its force.
"Honestly speaking, Chen Yi is right here, right in the palace behind me."
Still uneasy, Qin Qingluo regarded Yin Weiyin, solemnly asking, "What do you intend to do?"
Upon hearing her, uncertain if it’s a common spirit, the words echo Chen Yi’s questions closely, strangely hinting at their couple-like resemblance, Yin Weiyin lightly frowned, which instead reflected that she and Chen Yi don’t seem married...
But, not seeming is not seeming.
Now she resembled more like his... mistress.
Thinking thus, Yin Weiyin felt more assured; now she had Chen Yi under control, let alone Qin Qingluo, the time had come to strike and let these two recognize who’s in command here.
"The Prince asks what I intend to do, yet I wonder what he was doing these days at the Prince Mansion, why keep my husband?"
Yin Weiyin said casually:
"Before entering the Southern Border, I’d heard much about the Prince’s matters, thinking you a decisive person, so how, a married man can make the Prince linger unabated?"
Qin Qingluo frowned darkly at such barbed remarks, then laughed easily:
"His taste is indeed delightful, his legs strong enough, otherwise wouldn’t withstand the Prince’s torments. Speaking of which, these days he’s been lacking in yang energy, it’s the Prince’s lack of care, apologies, apologies."
