The sedan chair was simple yet luxurious, with a slight curve. Atop it sat a pearl the size of a fist.
The value of that single pearl far surpassed the sedan chair itself, indicating the noble status of the person within.
Four handsome young men were carrying the sedan chair. Some possessed alluring, feminine features, while others were dashing and carefree. All were exceptionally attractive.
If these four handsome youths were in the Xi family, they would undoubtedly be taken in by high-ranking officials and wealthy families, serving as refined courtesans to entertain guests with tea and wine, or perhaps directly taken into their chambers for daily pleasure.
Yet, here in the territory of the Buzhihuo family, they could only serve as sedan bearers. This only deepened the curiosity about the identity of the person within the sedan chair.
Wan Lei and his two companions were heading in the same direction as the sedan chair. Although not far apart, they maintained their distance, each minding their own business.
This implied that the noble person within the sedan chair paid no attention to the three insignificant figures nearby.
The four handsome young men, in good physical condition and with light steps, soon surpassed Wan Lei and his group, who were strolling leisurely.
Wan Lei was not so childish or bored as to compete with others in speed. If they wanted to walk fast, let them. Were they in such a hurry to die? What if a chivalrous hero suddenly appeared, shouted, "I am the one who controls this mountain! Die today by my hand!" and slew the noble person in the sedan chair on the spot.
Indeed, wasn't this how the martial world worked? Nobles were villains who squeezed the lifeblood out of the common people, and they were often careless with their lives, preferring incognito visits or scenic tours without many guards, feeling that guards would disturb their refined enjoyment.
Then, during their solitary travels, they would be encountered by a righteous hero who intervened in injustice. In their dying moments, they would tremble with fear, beg for mercy, and promise to reform and never harm the populace again. Finally, under the gaze of onlookers, the hero would behead the noble with a single sword stroke, earning applause and cheers.
Everyone would be happy.
With this thought, Wan Lei chuckled.
"What are you laughing at?"
"According to the script, with this secluded forest and remote path, someone should jump out and shout, 'This mountain is mine to rule,' or a hero should appear and say something like, 'Bandit official, leave your life!'"
Fang Xiaoyu pouted.
"Hmph, do you think this is a play? Where would so much bitterness and deep-seated hatred come from..."
BOOM!!!
A deafening explosion erupted from their right. The blue sedan chair was blown to smithereens. The four handsome youths carrying it were immediately sent flying. The wooden splinters from the explosion, like shrapnel from a grenade, riddled them, and they fell to the ground, undeniably dead.
Wan Lei and his two companions stared in disbelief at the exploding sedan chair in the distance, finding it hard to comprehend.
"Little friend, is your mouth blessed?"
The old man muttered to himself. Having never respected ghosts or gods, he suddenly believed in the concept of being blessed. How else could one explain that whatever he said came true?
"It's not a blessing, it's just accurate prediction. According to the plot, according to the setting, a sedan chair shouldn't just appear out of nowhere. If nothing happened, wouldn't it be a waste of ink?"
"Bah, that's just your protagonist's halo acting up."
"What deity is this protagonist's halo?"
"It's me, your grandpa."
"Bah."
"Hey, stop arguing, you two. Who is that woman in the sedan chair? Even though the sedan chair exploded, she's still sitting there unharmed and calmly. She has such an air of mastery."
Fang Xiaoyu pointed at the person in the sedan chair.
A woman sat on the chair inside the sedan.
The woman appeared to be around twenty years old. Her attire was revealing, with only a blue dress draped over her body. Her smooth, delicate shoulders were exposed to the air, and one could faintly see the heaving bosons beneath her collar.
The woman was voluptuous and alluring. The skirt, split to the thigh, could not conceal her impossibly long legs. She held a delicate small fan, fanning herself gently, seemingly unconcerned by the corpses of her four subordinates lying nearby.
The woman's demeanor, appearance, and figure exuded allure and temptation to the extreme. An ordinary man, upon merely glancing at her, would likely be unable to look away.
To put it plainly, to have the chance to taste her forbidden fruit would be worth dying for without regret.
And this woman's first impression on Wan Lei was...
Big.
Damn, she was really big.
Damn, those two large orbs were almost as big as my head.
Wan Lei had seen the largest before, Feng Silu's, and he thought it was impressive, practically the limit for humans.
But this woman before him was simply... simply...
Too shocking.
With that thought, Wan Lei couldn't help but turn his head and look at little sister Xiaoyu's...
A bit too petite.
"You want to die? How dare you compare me to such a seductive slut?!"
Of course, Fang Xiaoyu couldn't miss Wan Lei's gaze.
And Fang Xiaoyu, true to her temper, wouldn't let him off the hook.
She immediately reached out and twisted Wan Lei's ear.
"Ouch, ouch, I didn't, I didn't."
"So you like that kind, huh? Huh? How come I never noticed before? You like things bigger than a head? Aren't you disgusted? Bah, when we get back, I'll get you two more concubines, okay? Ones who are specifically busty, how about that?"
"No, no, no..."
"How about Slow Sway? She's bigger than me too. Or, should I give you Fang Hanlu? This alluring older sister can definitely serve you comfortably..."
Wan Lei cried out in misery, regretting it immensely.
He understood Fang Xiaoyu. If he had merely looked, it wouldn't have been a problem. After all, who wouldn't be interested in seeing such a spectacle?
Even if he had stared at the woman's chest, it wouldn't have mattered much. But he shouldn't have compared little sister Xiaoyu to her. This had deeply wounded his little sister Xiaoyu's self-esteem.
He was truly asking for trouble.
"Shh, don't talk. That's Buzhihuo Qingwu!"
The old man made a shushing gesture. Hearing this, Fang Xiaoyu immediately let go of Wan Lei and looked toward the other side with wide eyes.
Wan Lei quickly glanced at the old man.
"This is Buzhihuo Qingwu? She really does look like a seductive slut. I heard she keeps many male lovers. Were those four who just died them?"
They had learned a lot about this second in command of the Buzhihuo family.
The Buzhihuo family's cultivation method was based on "Heart Fire." They focused on cultivating their own seven emotions and desires. When fighting an opponent, they could, without a sound, ignite the opponent's desires and negative emotions, guide them, and burn the opponent with their own heart fire, causing them to self-destruct.
Other cultivation methods emphasized controlling desires, self-discipline, and diligence. However, in the Buzhihuo family, one had to deliberately indulge their desires.