Peerless Glow

A 17-years-old blue aura peak—such a talent was unique in the entire Western Chu. Even the oldest son of the Zhen Family, Zhen Yan, who was once known as the finest talent in Western Chu, couldn't match up. Previously, Zhen Yan had shaken the entire Western Chu by achieving Level 7 blue aura at 18-years-old and was known by everyone as the most talented person in the world. Now, the 17-years-old Wei Zihou was already at the peak level of the blue aura—such a talent was indeed astounding!

It was fit to be known as peerless talent!

Momentarily, the people all around were filled with mixed emotions. Some were in awe, some envious, and there were also some extremely jealous.

However, Zihou was already used to such a sight. She focused on channeling her aura into the sword…

With the continuous channeling of aura into it, the sword suddenly hummed intermittently, sounding like winds at the edge of the universe. With a sudden bursting sound, the sword turned into a beam of light once again and started dancing in joy in mid-air…

The replaying of this scene made everyone think back to Zhen Xueyan's tragic scene just now. They were all thinking that it seemed like this Wei Zihou wouldn't end up better than Zhen Xueyan…

Such a scene deepened Zhen Kexin's smile as her eyes filled up with the excitement of revenge. She knew it—how could the bitch, Wei Zihou, be the destined one for the sword?

Indeed, after the Sword of Mysterious Wind spun happily for a few rounds, it suddenly stopped behind Zihou—this was exactly the same when Zhen Xueyan drew the sword previously.

Nobody doubted Zihou's tragic ending. They were all waiting for her to be slapped.

However, the next moment, the illogical actions of the Sword of Mysterious Wind once again made them dumbfounded.

They only saw that the sword which was supposed to go up and slap Zihou actually flew carefully to her, spun a few rounds around her, and the end of the sword's sheath poked Zihou's face inquisitively in the manner of a curious child…

Teased by the sword, Zihou frowned slightly as she shot a cautionary look at it in a slightly unfriendly manner. As if shocked by Zihou's gaze, the sword suddenly flew far away. Amazingly, its straight body actually became twisted. After a while, seeing that Zihou didn't seem to have other reactions, the sword once again became brave, drifted up to Zihou, and poked her face carefully.

The extremely human-like actions of the sword piqued Zihou's interest. She stood quietly without interrupting with raised brows, waiting for the subsequent actions of the Sword of Mysterious Wind.

Seeing that Zihou wasn't reacting, the Sword of Mysterious Wind seemed to become even braver as it happily poked the left side of Zihou's face after the right side.

However, this scene entered the eyes of an emperor- and devil-like man somewhere in the audience. His face was still, and haziness seemed to be gathering in his eyes…

The air pressure around Mo Yunhuang suddenly lowered as if it was going to freeze everything around him. Everyone only felt a cold gust of wind that made them feel chilly all over and made it hard for them to even breathe…

Cold Moon took the scene in as ripples formed in her chilly eyes gradually and then became huge waves. She knew much about the Sword of Mysterious Wind. In her knowledge, it had always been proud and even insufferably arrogant—even she daren't touch it. However, in front of this lady, the Sword of Mysterious Wind actually acted in such an exceptional way.

Could she be the destined one for the Sword of Mysterious Wind?

Such a thought was hard for her to accept.

Poked and stroked by that engraved sword sheath, Zihou felt slightly ticklish. She frowned and grabbed the Sword of Mysterious Wind impatiently. Suddenly held, the sword seemed to resist slightly and tried its best to struggle free from Zihou's hand…

"Move again and I'll destroy you!" Zihou grunted in an extremely harsh tone.

Chided by Zihou in such a tough manner, the Sword of Mysterious Wind instantly stopped moving like an obedient baby.

Such a scene made everyone's jaws drop. They could have never imagined that such a peerlessly arrogant, violent, and ruthless sword was actually so obedient!

Could Wei Zihou be even more ruthless than this sword?

Zihou expressed pleasure at the Sword of Mysterious Wind's obedient attitude. She grabbed the body of the sword with one hand as the slender fingers of her other hand gradually brushed across the sheath of the sword, finally stopping at the handle of the sword and grabbing it forcefully.

At this point, a gust of wind blew out of the blue and lifted Zihou's white blouse and black hair. Her expression was cold and her gaze was clear. An overwhelming aura burst from within her body and swept her surroundings like a wave.

This frightening aura made everyone lean back uniformly. With fearful expressions, they stared at the proud silhouette of the person holding the sword without blinking…

Zihou grabbed the handle of the sword with one hand and the purple-crystal embedded sheath with her other hand. At this point, the Sword of Mysterious Wind gave off intermittent humming sounds, which, instead of the hysteria previously, carried a tinge of a gentle breezing depth. It radiated a vintage aura incessantly and momentarily, and the dense aura hung within the entire palace.

Suddenly, Zihou's breath sank, her eyes brightened, and her hand exerted strength. With a metallic clang, a silver glow emerged from the sheath of the sword. Spreading widely, the glow which hung in the air was like shimmery stars that engulfed the lady and sword.

The blinding glow made one unable to open his eyes. Many people stretched out their arms to cover their eyes, not daring to look straight at it. After a while, only after the silvery glow dispersed did they dare to slowly open their eyes.

Only to see that white and saintly silhouette standing tall and proud, holding the vintage sheath of the Sword of Mysterious Wind in one hand and the body of the sword in her other hand, pointing to the sky!

The silver body of the sword shone with an inexplicable solemness. It was surrounded by a thin layer of fog, obscuring it and making it appear especially mysterious. The sword stood tall as it pointed high with a cold and sharp energy which could pierce through the sky!

It was indeed a peerless treasured sword!

The night wind made Zihou's clothes curl up and her black hair move gently. She faced the sky with a cold face. At this point, she radiated an exceptionally harsh aura, like an ancient female warrior pointing her sword to the sky, conquering the whole world!

Everyone present was deeply shaken by the scene before their eyes. All of their doubts towards Zihou had already long dispersed at this point.

An ancient treasured sword with a peerless glow and an enchantingly gorgeous ancient female warrior. Such a scene was inexplicably harmonious. Now, they deeply understood that only a lady with such elegance and talent was fit for such a treasured sword!

Zihou looked up at the sword in her hand as the awe in her eyes deepened.

Hidden in its sheath, the glow of this sword was reserved yet mighty. When removed from its sheath, it shone coldly and majestically—it was actually so harsh and ruthless!

An ancient treasured sword indeed!

Zihou smiled with satisfaction at the Sword of Mysterious Wind. She was just lacking a handy magical weapon—this sword was just right for her!

Standing aside, Cold Moon's face was pale. Her usually emotionless face was filled with disbelief at this point, and her chilly eyes held all sorts of complicated emotions.

Behind Mo Yunhuang, although Liu Ying didn't have any expression on his seemingly paralyzed face, his usually cold eyes were hazy…

As for Mo Yunhuang himself, seeing Zihou all smiley, he gradually worked up an evil smile as a fox-like cunningness flashed past his majestic purple eyes…

"Since I've extracted this sword, it's mine!" said Zihou as she retracted the sword into its sheath and turned her back towards Mo Yunhuang.

Mo Yunhuang's gaze landed on the Sword of Mysterious Wind in Zihou's hand, shifted, and looked into Zihou's eyes. Then, his black brows frowned slightly as he said unwillingly, "This is an ancient treasured sword…" Saying that Mo Yunhuang didn't go on and instead looked at Zihou with a slightly struggling expression.

"Why—the Cloud King can't bear to part with it? Didn't you say that it'll belong to whoever manages to extract it?" Zihou didn't look great. This man looked powerful and influential but actually went back on his words and was so stingy and petty? Was he still a man?

"Alright, then. Since you really want it, I'll part with it reluctantly…" Mo Yunhuang flung his sleeves as if he was very determined. He had emphasized on the word "really", making Zihou unconsciously frown.

Somehow, she felt that something was off, but she couldn't tell what it was exactly. Also, how did he know that she really wanted it?

"Thank you, Cloud King, for parting with it then!" Zihou thanked him with a half-smile and went back to her seat.

The eventful sword-extracting incident finally concluded with Zihou eventually extracting the sword. Moreover, in spite of that, the imperial banquet still went on.

Zhen Kexin sat not far behind Zihou. Seeing that Zihou successfully extracted the sword, the stunning scene shook her deeply and at the same time, jealousy and anger arose from the bottom of her heart, almost drowning her. She could never have expected that Wei Zihou, this bitch, was actually really the destined one for this sword. Not only had she extracted the sword, but she had also gained the attention of the Cloud King. This was infuriating!

However, Zhen Kexin thought of something else and couldn't help but sneer as the frustration in her eyes gradually simmered and a tinge of an eerie smile appeared on her face.

Wei Zihou, so what if you extracted the sword, so what if you gained the attention of the Cloud King? Today, I'll make you lose your reputation and suffer a fate worse than death!

Her venomous glance shifted slightly and met that of Zhen Xuan who was sitting above. The two of them shared a smile. A scheming plot was gradually hatching…

Due to a certain someone, many girls performed on-stage at the banquet today. Exquisitely made-up ladies from wealthy families were dressed to the nines as they performed all sorts of acts to their best abilities, all wanting to attract the attention of that celestial demon-like man—even if it was just a glance.

Zihou had a little drink as she focused on watching the performances. The smile on her face had a tinge of mockery.

Suddenly, an odd scent entered her nose. It was an extremely mild scent which was hardly detected by ordinary people. However, as a phenomenal doctor with astounding skills, she was extremely sensitive to such a scent and very quickly detected it. Her eyes deepened as she turned around suddenly and saw a palace maid topping up the wine in her pot…

That palace maid looked calm and normal. Zihou's eyes flashed slightly as she caught Zhen Kexin, who was sitting opposite her, with a half-smile in her eyes.

Thus, looking down, a sense of understanding flashed past her eyes.

A cold smile appeared on her face as she poured the newly refilled wine into her cup. As usual, Zihou held the cup near her nose for a sniff.

Oh, top-grade aphrodisiac, disfiguring poison, and even hallucinogens! Zihou couldn't help but raise her brows as she cursed in her heart. She had to admit that the person wanting to harm her really hated her to the core, and she even couldn't help but suspect if she had killed the whole family of that person? Otherwise, why did she hate her so much? Additionally, it was an extravagant attempt—every poison was a top-grade drug that was worth a hefty sum.

However, was she expecting to defeat her just based on these?

Fat hope!

A coldness flickered in Zihou's eyes as she gently tilted her head back and finished the poisonous wine in one gulp.

Seeing that Zihou actually drank the wine, an agitated look appeared on Zhen Kexin's face as she felt indescribably excited. She sneered. Wei Zihou was but as such—so easily plotted against!

After a few seconds, Zihou looked tipsy and her breathing hastened. A thin layer of perspiration appeared on her forehead as her brows furrowed and she held onto her stomach, looking like she was in great pain.

"Girl, what's happening to you?" Feeling that something seemed to be off, Wei Guoting asked, slightly worried.

"I probably drank too much. Feeling slightly dizzy," Zihou answered as she gently rubbed her forehead and shook her head.

"Who told you to drink so much—you don't know your limits at all!" Wei Guoting instantly looked terrible. He spoke harshly to her while staring at her, but his eyes were filled with concern.

"It's okay. I'll be better after getting some fresh air…" Assuring Wei Guoting, Zihou got up and started walking out.

Zihou's steps were slightly disordered. However, knowing Zihou's capability, Wei Guoting merely reminded her to not go too far and didn't take it much to heart.

Seeing Zihou's silhouette getting further away, Zhen Kexin finally sniggered and her eyes filled with a cold satisfaction at the successful completion of her plot. Once again, she shifted her gaze, met Zhen Xuan's eyes, quietly got up, and walked out.

Out at the courtyard, Zihou's originally disordered steps were already slightly wobbly. She walked with disorientation as if she was going to fall down any time.

Finally, at a secluded octagonal pavilion, Zihou sat motionlessly on a stone stool, exhausted and drenched in sweat as she sprawled over the stone table, her mind in a blur…

A few moments later, gentle footsteps got nearer and the sounds of a conversation could even be heard…

"Are you sure that Zihou, that bitch, really drank that poisonous wine?"

"I saw it with my own eyes. I personally administered the poison in the newly refilled wine. The effects came on not long after she drank the wine—exactly as described by my aunt."

"In that case, today, we must let Zihou have a taste of how it feels like to have her reputation tarnished and suffer a fate worse than death!"

"Have you made the arrangements?"

"Of course."

"…"

The footsteps neared. Very quickly, two figures appeared in the octagonal pavilion.

Both of them were dressed to the nines. From the weak lighting in the pavilion, she could somehow see their looks—obviously, they were Chu Linger and Zhen Kexin.

"Wei Zihou, bet you didn't expect to end up like this!" Seeing Zihou sprawled weakly over the stone table, barely able to catch her breath and semi-conscious, a cold smile appeared on Chu Linger's face as she felt the kick of revenge.

"Did you guys poison me? What do you guys want, exactly?" As if she heard Chu Linger's words, Zihou lifted her head with great difficulty. Her face was flushed, her eyes were blurry, and she alternated between looking shocked and feeling in pain.

"Hahaha…" Zhen Kexin burst out laughing as she looked at Zihou viciously and sneered. "Aren't you so great? Why, you're out of solutions now? Let me tell you—the poison you drank was administered by us. In just a while, you'll lose your virginity, be disfigured, and be cast aside by everyone!" At the end of her speech, Zhen Kexin was almost gritting her teeth and her face was almost twisted from excitement.

"You bitch actually dare to go against me—this is how you end up!" Similarly, Chu Linger stared at Zihou with contempt and extreme arrogance.

"Okay, stop wasting time. Bring her over now!" Zhen Kexin frowned slightly with impatience. She didn't want to drag it any longer, because somehow, she suddenly had a bad premonition…

"Quick, bring this slut down and take care of her!" Chu Linger grunted to the emptiness, emphasizing the words "take care."

Once Chu Linger finished her words, two black figures immediately appeared beside her and were about to bring Zihou away.

Suddenly, the originally disoriented Zihou suddenly turned her back, got up, and flung her clothes as a white fog radiated from her. In an instant, she was already sitting steadily on the stone table.

Everything happened too quickly. Chu Linger and the rest couldn't react. They all stared at Zihou, stunned and motionless.

"Why, aren't you guys going to take care of me? Why aren't you reacting now?" Zihou's peerless looks were energetic and radiant, totally unlike her dilapidated look just now.

"You, didn't you…" Chu Linger widened her eyes in disbelief.

"What's up with me—was I suffering from your aphrodisiac, disfiguring poison, or… hallucinogens?" Zihou folded her arms across her chest and looked down at the few of them, her face filled with mockery.

"You…" How did she know all these? Zhen Kexin's pupils contracted as her hand pointing at Zihou trembled.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you—stuff such as poison… is basically useless against me!" Disregarding Chu Linger and Zhen Kexin's horrified expressions, she smiled mildly. Her mild tone seemed ghastly to Chu Linger's ears!

Since poison is useless against her, why then did she act like she was poisoned—unless?

"Wei Zihou, I'm a princess—you can't do anything to me!" Chu Linger suddenly screamed, her eyes filled with horror.

"Too late!" Zihou glanced at Chu Linger, raised her brows, and said mildly.