1331: Chapter 1290: Fierce Battle 1331: Chapter 1290: Fierce Battle “Lu Chuan, didn’t you say their BBQ was too salty and needed to be lighter…”
“You rember it needs to be lighter, huh?
Is this your idea of ‘lighter’?
I’ve got to say, you’re quite extre, aren’t you?”
Lu Chuan chuckled in exasperation, losing his appetite, and simply put the BBQ down, took a sip of wine, and let out a long breath.
“How’s the information spreading?”
“Quite a few people know now.
Every night there’s a crowd blocking the entrance of the building, trying to catch a glimpse of you, Lu Chuan.
I also *accidentally* let so photos of you leak out.
Just now, when I ca upstairs, I peeked down—there are quite a few girls.”
“Are they pretty?”
“Uh-huh!”
Hearing this, Lu Chuan was about to burst into laughter, but suddenly he seed to realize sothing.
He quickly restrained his smile and said sternly, “The person we’re looking for hasn’t shown up yet.
What’s there to be happy about?”
“You’re the one who asked, though…”
“Tch, being mouthy, huh?
Your punishnt is finishing all the BBQ!”
Lu Chuan pursed his lips, then struggled to stand up, steadied himself by the building, and continued posing.
“But it’s been two days, and not even a hint of movent—how odd…”
Logically speaking, his real identity had already feigned serious injuries and gone into seclusion, rarely appearing in public.
Thousand Faces shouldn’t be this wary.
Besides, with the charm he manifested—forget won, even n would be tempted.
Maybe the Tower Spirit’s intelligence was wrong, and Thousand Faces just didn’t care for good looks.
“Tower Spirit, could you have rembered it wrong?
Maybe Thousand Faces isn’t at all…”
“She’s here.”
Before Lu Chuan could finish, the Tower Spirit interrupted solemnly.
Lu Chuan hadn’t even reacted yet when a beam of rosy light suddenly enveloped him.
He imdiately felt as though he were mired in a swamp, unable to move, his blood seemingly frozen.
Without any surprises, this was certainly another divine skill of the Empress—its sheer power stunned Lu Chuan.
Although the disparity in strength between himself and Thousand Faces was vast, at least he was in the Nascent Soul Realm.
To have absolutely no capacity for resistance—this was unexpected.
“Tower Spirit, save …”
“It’s not ti yet.”
Indeed.
Though Thousand Faces had acted, her aura remained erratic—clearly cautious.
This attack was only a test.
“I… I can’t breathe anymore!”
Lu Chuan realized the rosy light didn’t just restrain his physical body; it even controlled his breathing.
His spiritual power inside him had nearly co to a standstill.
At this rate, within minutes, he’d suffocate to death!
Yet Thousand Faces clearly wouldn’t let him die so easily.
After confirming there were no threats nearby, a blossom woven from crimson silk unfolded.
Thousand Faces approached with a charming smile, swaying her hips as she walked forward.
Her fingertip gently draped across Lu Chuan’s lip.
“Quite a few good looks after all, the rumors don’t lie.”
“Huff… huff, nearly suffocated !”
“Little Gentleman, on such a fine night, who are you looking for?”
Ji Weiwei lightly bit her lip, her posture radiating seductive allure.
Her lustful, hungry gaze swept over Lu Chuan, filled with desire.
Hearing this, Lu Chuan burst into laughter.
“Looking for you, Tower Spirit, now!”
Lu Chuan shouted, leaping forward to grab Ji Weiwei.
Almost at the sa mont, a golden array spread out beneath their feet, radiating brilliant light, illuminating the night as if it were dayti!
At this mont, Thousand Faces instantly realized who Lu Chuan truly was.
Her expression twisted dramatically.
“It’s you again!
You—Lu Chuan—you deserve to die!”
“Why?
Am I not the most handso man alive?
You’ve got terrible taste.”
Lu Chuan laughed heartily, as the Divine Fire of the Sun burst forth beneath his feet, transforming into chains that bound Thousand Faces in place!
Despite the vast difference in their strength, the Divine Fire of the Sun’s natural suppression of dark energy rendered Thousand Faces powerless!
Even though this unavoidably inflicted burns on Ji Weiwei’s body, Lu Chuan had already prepared the Fire Dissipation Powder in advance.
Her injuries wouldn’t be an issue.
“Demon Suppression Pagoda, why do you target at every turn!”
“Suppressing evil requires no justification.”
Seeing Thousand Faces’ resistance grow stronger, the Little Tower trembled, and the phantom of the Demon Suppression Pagoda reerged, locking Thousand Faces down tightly!
But a Divine Artifact is still a Divine Artifact.
Even with the array, the Demon Suppression Pagoda, and the Divine Fire’s triple restraint, Thousand Faces still seized the opportunity to counterattack!
The rosy glow unfolded and enveloped the pagoda phantom.
Though her resistance only lasted a mont before the pagoda shattered it, it bought her just enough ti!
Suddenly!
A green lotus burst forth beneath Ji Weiwei’s feet, growing rapidly until it snapped the chains of Divine Fire, leaving only the array barely intact!
“She’s going to escape.”
At the tily mont, the Tower Spirit’s voice echoed in Lu Chuan’s ear.
Before he could react, Thousand Faces abruptly abandoned Ji Weiwei’s body, summoned a radiant barrier, and transford into a streak of light fleeing to the horizon.
“Don’t chase what’s already lost.”
“I didn’t plan to.
We couldn’t stop her even together—perhaps it’s fate.”
Lu Chuan shrugged nonchalantly.
He was more concerned about Ji Weiwei’s condition than catching Thousand Faces.
After all, this girl had been physically close to him.
Lu Chuan wasn’t like the Empress, who could flit from one flower to another without leaving emotion behind.
He hurried to check Ji Weiwei’s injuries.
Thankfully, her body hadn’t been scorched by the Divine Fire, likely because Thousand Faces had forced her soul to detach from her body these past few days.
She was simply unconscious.
“A pity we couldn’t keep her here.”
“Not much to pity, really.
The priority was pulling Thousand Faces out of Ji Weiwei’s body, and we succeeded.
Hey, you know what?
This girl, sleeping here, looks rather cute.
Her little mouth keeps opening and closing.”
Lu Chuan smirked and pinched Ji Weiwei’s cheek lightly, finding her skin surprisingly soft and supple.
“Such a lecher.”
“I’ve never denied that.”
Lu Chuan shrugged, lifted Ji Weiwei into his arms, glanced at the crowd gathering below the building, and vanished into thin air.
“So… what just happened?”
A young girl held onto a photo tightly, staring dumbfounded at the rooftop of the building.
Just now… it seed like soone had arrived, and then an intense battle broke out on the rooftop—bright enough to light up the night sky.
And then?
What happened to the handso Banished Immortal?
Was he still alive?
This incident remained an unsolved mystery for a long ti afterward.
As for the Banished Immortal who lingered in everyone’s minds, Lu Chuan had taken Ji Weiwei to a hotel.
After thinking it through, Lu Chuan decided against bringing Ji Weiwei back to the Tang family’s old manor.
Explaining this situation there would be incredibly complicated, especially facing Tang Yurou—Lu Chuan had no idea how to even start.
For now, he decided it was best to wait until Ji Weiwei regained consciousness to figure out the next steps.
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