After Favorability Is Maxed Chapter 88 – The Word 'Jun'

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The City of Ten Thousand Swords, the City Lord's Mansion.

The main gate was opened with the highest standard to welcome the distinguished guests of the mysterious dark family.

Kada kada kada kada!

Xiu'er pulled the reins and slowed down. The sound of the hooves continued. The gorgeous carriage was slowly pulled into the gate.

The guards around them stood guard respectfully, lowering their heads in respect.

The City Lord's Mansion had a radius of about five miles. It was located in the center of the City of Ten Thousand Swords and was heavily guarded. Other than the City Lord's Mansion, Duan Lanruo, there was also the residence of the guest officials, a small garden, and a courtyard pavilion. It was grand and elegant.

There were also two more important places. One was the core of the Ten Thousand Swords Formation, the ‘Ten Thousand Swords Tower', and the other was the residence of the secret guards in the City Lord's Mansion, the ‘Golden Orchid Building'.

Under the guidance of the guide, the carriage soon arrived at the entrance of Duan Lanruo's real private residence.

It was a side courtyard in a remote corner of the City Lord's Mansion. There were many kinds of trees outside the courtyard, and the green shade was cool and cool, casting shadows. The courtyard was paved with small paths and planted with some flowers and plants. Compared to the Grand buildings and pavilions they had seen on the way, it was more interesting to live in.

Because she knew that it was inconvenient for the Young Mistress of the Xuanyin family to show her face, Duan Lanruo had chosen her own place of residence as the meeting place instead of the official meeting hall of the mansion.

The guide stopped in his tracks and came over. He cupped his hands and said, “Miss Xiu'er, this is the City Lord's personal resting place. Please park the carriage by the yard. Except for the secret guards who protect the City Lord, no one is allowed to come near here. Safety and privacy are guaranteed.”

“We naturally believe in the City Lord's arrangements.” Xiu'er smiled and jumped off the carriage. She held the reins and stopped first. Then she turned around and reached out her hand. “Young Mistress, we've arrived.”

The carriage curtain was lifted again, and the girl's slender hand was the first to enter his eyes. Her black hair was like a waterfall, and she was dressed in a gorgeous dress. The thin gauze was hazy, and the jade pendant on her waist made a tinkling sound. Her figure was graceful, but her face seemed to be shrouded in mist, and only her eyes were deep and calm.

Ye Cike put her hand on Xiu'er's arm and walked down from the carriage. Even her steps were soft and gentle, just like a weak and delicate girl.

“The City Lord has been waiting inside for a long time,” the guide made an inviting gesture.

Ye Cike nodded slightly, her gaze falling on the surrounding corners.

There were a few women dressed in maidservant clothes standing silently on the other side. They seemed to have no sense of existence, but in fact, they were all secret guards with at least Nascent Soul stage strength.

According to the legends, the Golden Orchid Guards of the City Lord of Ten Thousand Swords were carefully selected and trained to be suicide soldiers. They could even give up their lives without hesitation to protect Duan Lanruo.

Creak–

The exquisitely carved wooden door was pushed open on both sides, and a woman in a tight black suit walked in, half-kneeling. Her long hair was tied up, and half of her face was covered by a wooden mask, covering the upper half of her face, only revealing her sharp chin.

“City Lord, the people of the Xuanyin family have arrived.”

The woman who was kneeling in front of the table inside the door paused for a moment before continuing to write the last stroke.

The word ‘Jun' was completed.

Duan Lanruo raised her head, revealing a beautiful, snow-white face. She narrowed her eyes and smiled.

“Then what are you waiting for? Please come in, Young Mistress.”

She blew on the paper spread out on the table and put down the brush. Her white wrists were white as snow. She tidied her sleeves, straightened up slightly, and sighed. The figure under the loose peacock blue shirt was soft and beautiful, especially the fullness under the tube top. It could be said to be full of ups and downs.

Duan Lanruo held her long black hair up high, only wearing a jade hairpin, revealing her fair and slender neck. Her skin was as white as suet jade, and she exuded a languid and mature charm. The words ‘warm, delicate, and soft' seemed to be the most appropriate description for her.

However, there was an unadorned ancient martial sword at her waist, which added a hidden sharpness to the soft jade.

Ye Cike slowly walked to the table and sat down. Xiu'er was standing beside her.

As soon as she sat down, the girl's eyes were attracted to the paper on the table.

Or rather, he was attracted by the word ‘Jun'.

Because of some unspeakable reasons, she was particularly sensitive to the words ‘Jun' and ‘Xuan'. At this moment, the word ‘Jun' in her eyes made her heart skip a beat, and she suddenly had an inexplicable sense of vigilance.

Ye Cike raised her eyes again and looked at the City Lord.

The widow of the previous Sword Pavilion Master, although she looked like a weak and beautiful woman, more people knew that she had managed the City of Ten Thousand Swords with an iron fist. After her husband's death, she rarely went out, and most of her time was spent dealing with the City of Ten Thousand Swords and some matters of the Sword Pavilion.

Although it was somewhat inconceivable, the known information was that she lived a very boring life. Although she held the highest authority in the City of Ten Thousand Swords and led a group of powerful death guards, she had almost no personal life.

She had the reputation to be a woman of integrity.

So… there's a high probability that this has anything gto do with Junxuan, right?

Not to mention that it was just a ‘Jun' word. It could be a random word.

Ye Cike secretly shook her head. She felt that he was too suspicious. If she was suspicious of a widow, she might as well suspect Duan Lanruo's daughter, Duan Lian.

Duan Lanruo waved her hand and dismissed the messenger. She turned around and saw that the young girl's gaze seemed to be on the table.

“Why?” She smiled. “Was it strange? The days in the City Lord's Mansion are sometimes very boring. I also practice my calligraphy and Tao Ye's Sentiments.”

Ye Cike shook her head. “Your handwriting is very beautiful. It's gentle and beautiful, but it doesn't lose its style.”

“It's truly an honor to be praised by the Young Mistress of the Xuanyin family,” Duan Lanruo said with a smile.

Ye Cike looked straight at Duan Lanruo, her eyes calm. She coughed lightly, “I never praise others, I only speak the truth. If it was mediocre work, I naturally wouldn't say a word. I'm sure the City Lord already knows why I'm here.”

Duan Lanruo nodded and said helplessly, “Young Mistress wants the temporary right to use the Ten Thousand Sword Formation. To the City of Ten Thousand Swords, it's equivalent to holding absolute power. This matter is of great importance. Forgive me for not being able to do anything. After all, I'm not the only one in charge of the City of Ten Thousand Swords. I'm also responsible for the lives of the people and cultivators in the city.”

Xiu'er picked up the teacup on the table and poured tea for Ye Cike and Duan Lanruo.

“An grade spirit vein.” The girl took a sip of the tea.

Duan Lanruo looked at Ye Cike's calm expression and rubbed the space between her brows. She also took a sip of tea, feeling a slight headache.

She had long heard that the current Young Mistress of the Xuanyin family was a spendthrift, and she had already understood from the guard's report that she had casually given away 500 spirit stones, but she had not thought that it would be to this extent.

She was ready to throw away a whole spirit vein, just like that.

Duan Lanruo put down her teacup and said, “It's the Sword Pavilion's Tideviewing and Sword-listening grand event. If anything goes wrong…”

“Two grade spirit veins and an Illusionary Ocean Nether Iron Mine.”

The Illusionary Ocean Nether Iron was the raw material for forging the spirit tool, the Mirage Sword Bead. Just one piece was enough to make a Core Formation stage immortal cultivator lose his combat ability.

After the Sword Pavilion invented this spirit treasure, it could be said that they made a lot of money. However, they were not able to mass-produce it due to the lack of raw materials.

“…”

“And the Skyring Sword.”

The silent Duan Lanruo was taken aback. Her pupils contracted, and her breathing quickened. She reached out and pressed her hand against her chest to stop her clothes from rising and falling.

“Don't you want to take back the Ten Great Swords of the Sword Pavilion that fell into the hands of Xuanyin family?” Ye Cike's expression remained unchanged.

“Of course, I want to.”

Duan Lanruo could not help but laugh, and her gaze probed, “But can I ask, what is the reason for using the sword array at such a high price?”

“For a person,” Ye Cike replied.

The girl lowered her eyes and looked at the white paper on the table. “It's such a coincidence that there's a ‘Jun' in his name.”

Duan Lanruo was taken aback, and her expression suddenly became a little interesting.

Chapter end