This Is What a Villain Is Like

Chapter 183: Chapter 95: Indefensible, and Nothing Left to Say? He’s Beyond Your Comparison

Jiang Lan just watched this scene calmly. He seemed somewhat angry, but more than that, resigned.

He let out a soft sigh.

Li Mengning, who was protecting him, glanced at him. The serene aura around her grew stronger, as did her killing intent.

She had wanted to make a move, but she feared that if she left his side, Jiang Lan would be left unprotected.

She didn’t trust the likes of Ling Zhuyun and Li Daoyi.

Ling Zhuyun watched the scene, her elegant brows furrowed. Talisman light flickered in her jade-like hand as she said, "The Four Saints Illusion clearly already acknowledged you."

"It’s just an Ancient Celestial Skill. If they want to fight over it, let them."

"Even if I got it, I wouldn’t be able to cultivate it. It’s not of much use to me."

Jiang Lan said casually, with an air of indifference, as if he wasn’t taking it to heart.

Seeing his expression, Ling Zhuyun felt an inexplicable frustration swell in her chest. ’The Four Saints Illusion already acknowledged him.’

"I’ll snatch it back for you."

She said, and without waiting for Jiang Lan to reply, her figure transformed into a streak of light and joined the fray.

"With Miss Li Mengning here to protect the Young Master, we will also go and aid Saintess Zhu Yun."

Li Daoyi, Luo Ying, and the others saw this and followed, quickly joining the melee with everyone else. The battle grew even more chaotic, and the commotion became even more astonishing.

Everyone was fighting for the orb of light. Seeing this, more cultivators from the rear also joined the fray.

At first, they were still wary of the Prime Minister’s Mansion and concealed their faces, but later they couldn’t be bothered to hide anymore. During the heat of battle, the skills they used and their origins were impossible to conceal.

Watching the chaotic battle, a cold chill gathered in Li Mengning’s serene eyes.

Jiang Lan, however, had no interest in watching the battle. He looked at her and said, "In a little while, a Glazed Seven-leaf Lotus will appear in the center of the lake. Find a chance to go and pick it."

Li Mengning was stunned for a moment, then she shook her head.

"That Glazed Seven-leaf Lotus is of great use to me."

Jiang Lan knew she would refuse, but he had already prepared his excuse. Li Mengning was the most trustworthy person he had, and he would never forget her when it came to good things.

Li Mengning remained silent, but her eyes clearly held an expression that said, ’You’re lying to me again.’

"Didn’t I promise you last time that I wouldn’t lie to you again?" Jiang Lan said with a smile.

Li Mengning thought for a moment. ’He did promise me. In fact, he’s promised me several times, but he always ends up lying.’

"Liar..."

"I’m not stupid..."

Jiang Lan chuckled, reaching out to hold her slender, pale hand. "Don’t worry," he said. "Their target is just the Four Saints Ancient Celestial Skill. With so many Knights protecting me, I won’t be in any danger."

"I went to a lot of trouble to get information about the Glazed Seven-leaf Lotus. Don’t let all my effort go to waste."

Li Mengning lowered her gaze, watching as he gently caressed her fingers. She pursed her red lips.

She knew the Glazed Seven-leaf Lotus would certainly benefit her cultivation, and that was the real reason Jiang Lan was telling her to go pick it.

Every time, he would use the excuse that it was useful for him, but in the end, he would make her consume it.

It was the same with the Nine Yin Rourou Lotus from the Blood Red Plateau.

"If you’re not going to listen, you don’t have to follow me anymore."

Jiang Lan casually tucked a few stray strands of her hair, loosened by the night wind, behind her ear.

"..."

Li Mengning pulled her hand back from his grasp, showing her displeasure.

But her silence was a form of agreement.

Satisfied, Jiang Lan stopped teasing her and turned his gaze to the battlefield ahead.

’The Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Puppet is even stronger than I expected.’

’It just withstood a blow from Li Mengning without disintegrating.’

’A typical Fifth Realm cultivator struck by her palm would be utterly annihilated into a mist of blood, with no other possible outcome.’

’Of course, another factor is that I wasn’t controlling the Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Puppet with my full concentration.’

’After all, I have to divide my attention. The Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Puppet is just a tool to sow chaos here and force the people from the Blood Immortal Sect to reveal themselves.’

’As for whether the inheritance of the Four Saints Ancient Celestial Skill is actually in that orb of light... well, they’ll find out once they’ve fought over it and someone finally gets their hands on it.’

’With Ling Zhuyun’s current strength, it shouldn’t be difficult for her to sense Ye Ming’s presence amid the chaos...’

’If I were to interfere forcefully, it would likely backfire and arouse suspicion. The best way is to let nature take its course, and then leave quietly once it’s all over.’

Jiang Lan watched the melee with no intention of interfering. He had already done what he needed to do; now, all that was left was to wait and watch a good show.

Even though Ye Ming was using a Secret Technique to alter his appearance and conceal his aura, in a battle of this intensity, it would be easy for Ling Zhuyun, who had collaborated with him several times before, to sense his presence.

The battlefield was a scene of utter chaos.

Ye Ming summoned his Bronze Ancient Lamp. Eerie flames erupted from it with a HISSING sound, scorching the very Void. The flames took the form of small snakes and were terrifyingly powerful.

He was not only fighting the people from the Blood Immortal Sect but also vying with the many members of the younger generation present.

The orb of light bobbed in mid-air. Whenever someone tried to get close to it, they were quickly knocked away by other cultivators, sent flying while spitting blood.

Therefore, Ye Ming was stuck unless he could truly defeat all his enemies.

But just then, Ye Ming sensed an icy-cold intent.

He saw a slender, graceful figure charging toward him. Her black hair flowed freely, her face was obscured by a rosy mist, revealing only a pair of eyes as clear and tranquil as autumn pools. It was none other than the Saintess of the Jasper Pool Sect, Ling Zhuyun.

"Zhu Yun..."

He was utterly surprised, a feeling that quickly turned to delight. ’This is perfect. I was just looking for a chance to ask her a few things.’