1330: Chapter 1289: Beautiful Man 1330: Chapter 1289: Beautiful Man Tang Yurou’s peach blossom eyes imdiately dimd a little.
“How could this be…
Was it that process that went wrong?
I, I can pass out again if needed!”
“No, that won’t be necessary…”
Lu Chuan let out a long breath and lightly tapped Tang Yurou’s brow with his fingertip, signaling her to lie down properly.
“Your body is still weak right now, unable to withstand any strain.
It’s better to dismiss such thoughts and focus on resting well.”
“Then…
Brother Lu Chuan can be gentler with .
I’ve already prepared myself for this.”
“Actually, the issue mainly lies with .”
Lu Chuan touched the tip of his nose, feeling sowhat guilty as he averted his gaze: “I’m still not ready.”
“How could that be?
Brother Lu Chuan, are you…
unable to rise to the occasion?”
Lu Chuan: “?”
“Don’t spout nonsense.
Your Cousin Lu here is a man among n!
It’s just that right now, I’m still recovering from an injury, so it’s not exactly appropriate.”
There was no way Lu Chuan could admit that he had climbed into the wrong bed.
He had to find an excuse to muddle through.
Seeing that she still remained chaste, Tang Yurou seed a bit disappointed, but she was ultimately more concerned about Lu Chuan’s condition.
She imdiately got up hurriedly and began inspecting him from head to toe.
“Brother Lu Chuan, where are you hurt?
Are you alright?
Do you need to rest?”
“I’m fine, really, I’m fine.
There’s nothing to worry about.”
After a lot of reassurance, Tang Yurou was finally persuaded to put her worries aside.
Lu Chuan breathed a sigh of relief and found an excuse to leave the room.
Sitting in the pavilion within the courtyard, a vivid image of Ji Weiwei’s alluring figure inexplicably surfaced in Lu Chuan’s mind—the scenes of their entanglent played before his eyes, refusing to dissipate.
“No matter what, I did bully her after all…”
What was the saying again?
Even ill-fated bonds are still fate.
What’s more, he had forcefully taken Ji Weiwei’s body—that vivid splash of crimson remained fresh in his mory, how could he offer an explanation?
“Tower Spirit, do you know of any way to help Ji Weiwei break free from Thousand Faces’ control?”
“…”
“Tower Spirit, why aren’t you speaking?
I know you’re ho, don’t hide in there and stay silent!”
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re ridiculously irritating?”
The Tower Spirit’s voice echoed in his ears.
Lu Chuan tugged at the corners of his mouth and chuckled, “You’re not the first, and definitely won’t be the last.
So, is there or isn’t there a way?”
“I don’t know.”
“Oh, co on!
I admit my attitude toward you was lacking before, but this is a matter of life and death.
Surely you wouldn’t stoop to bickering with a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator like , right?
Besides, you wouldn’t want to drown in a ditch and drag you down with either, would you?”
After those words were said, the Tower Spirit noticeably fell silent.
After a long pause, Lu Chuan seed to hear a faint sigh.
“It’s said that the Empress has a fondness for handso n.”
This inexplicable remark left Lu Chuan completely bewildered.
A fondness for handso n… Is that supposed to be an issue?
Wouldn’t it be problematic if she preferred beautiful won instead?
An Empress keeping a few courtiers and personal consorts wouldn’t be out of the ordinary, right?
Perhaps sensing Lu Chuan’s confusion, the Tower Spirit further explained, “If Thousand Faces has adopted the Empress’s tendencies, it might very well be the sa.
If you were to disguise yourself as an exceptionally attractive man to lure Thousand Faces out, I could potentially set up a formation to sever its control.”
“First, three questions.”
“Go ahead.”
“First, wasn’t it said that the Empress is reputed to be morally ambiguous, cool and aloof by nature?
Doesn’t this contradict her fondness for handso n?
Soone as reclusive as her—would she even allow a man to get close to her?”
Lu Chuan found it hard to imagine such a scenario.
Could it be that the Empress sits emotionlessly on top, completely automated?
…
That might actually work?
“So those captured by the Empress are often individuals of extraordinary beauty—heroes and prodigies of their generation—only to be killed and discarded once used.”
“Tch, talk about using and discarding…
Second question: how confident are you in removing Thousand Faces’ control over Ji Weiwei without harming her in the process?”
“Forty percent, maybe less.”
“Forty percent, huh…
If we fail, would Ji Weiwei be affected?”
“Thousand Faces would escape and beco significantly more cautious.”
Lu Chuan stroked his chin, deep in thought.
The success rate was undoubtedly low, but since it wouldn’t harm Ji Weiwei, it might still be worth a try.
“And the last question?”
“Oh right, I almost forgot.”
Lu Chuan suddenly stood as if he had an epiphany.
He shook his hair, struck an extrely flamboyant pose, and flashed a devilish grin.
“Are you sure I need to disguise myself as an exceptionally handso man?
I feel like I’m already one.”
“…”
This ti, the Tower Spirit decided to ignore Lu Chuan altogether.
Having endured tens of thousands of years within the Demon Suppression Pagoda, it had never encountered such a shaless man!
In its view, Lu Chuan didn’t need any assistance.
With his thick skin alone, there wasn’t much that could harm him!
“Hmm…
Pretending to be an exceptionally handso man shouldn’t be difficult.
If I tone it down just a little, I’ll surely exude unparalleled charm.
As the saying goes, ‘He walks through the fields like jade, unmatched under the heavens.’ Clearly, it’s talking about , Lu Chuan!”
Silence?
Suit yourself—Lu Chuan was brimming with confidence anyway.
“Still, I’ll need to study this plan more carefully and finalize the details.
Thousand Faces was just scared off by —or rather, by you—so it probably won’t act overtly for now.”
Planning unfolded swiftly in Lu Chuan’s mind, but to execute it, he would need the perfect opportunity.
Over the next two days, Lu Chuan mostly stayed indoors, pretending to be gravely injured.
Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures were delivered in droves to his room, and soon rumors began to circulate—to mislead Thousand Faces.
As for Lu Chuan himself, he had already used a spell technique to alter his appearance and wandered off leisurely.
During the two days Lu Chuan was laying low, in Qingyang City’s Cloud Sea Building, people mysteriously gathered there every night.
Each ti soone passed by, they were curious and asked what the commotion was about.
Eventually, they learned that an exceptionally handso man had appeared in Qingyang City, as if a scholar had stepped out of a painting, or akin to a Banished Immortal accidentally falling from the heavens.
Each ti night fell, he would stand atop the Cloud Sea Building and face the twilight.
“Is he really that extraordinary?”
An elder passerby scratched his head, confused.
“Are you all here to see him?”
“At first, we didn’t believe it either, until soone followed him secretly and took a photo!”
A young girl protectively drew a photo out from her chest, as if it were a treasure, still carrying a trace of warmth and a faint fragrance.
As the passerby looked at the photo’s profile, the girl gazed at it intoxicated.
“Sword-like brows, starry eyes, long flowing hair…
Like the scion of an aristocratic family, a Banished Immortal entering the mortal realm.
That lancholic gaze, that sorrowful expression…”
“Hey!
Did you forget to salt the skewers?”
Atop the building at that mont!
Lu Chuan tossed the skewer to the ground disdainfully and spat in annoyance.
“Grilled skewers without salt—are you trying to feed a dog?”
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