The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 1293: Go Your Own Way

The Flawless Nascent Soul flashed with golden light amidst the Phoenix True Flame, finally refined to a perfect state.

Long Fei was already so numb with pain that he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared at the artifact before him—an object that looked like a masterpiece—and couldn’t help but burst out laughing foolishly against the tree.

The Great Dao Injury, fully healed!

Sure enough, within the Phoenix Fire, there was indeed a trace of vitality.

This vitality had been imbued by the Parasol Tree, merging with the fire to create a sliver of Ethereal Wood Qi.

Anything containing Spirit Grass or Divine Wood—its Ethereal Wood Qi tends to be miraculous for healing human injuries.

Heaven’s timing, Earth’s advantage, Human harmony—Long Fei had it all.

If it were just the Phoenix True Flame alone, it would have already turned Long Fei into ashes for daring such reckless endeavors.

He pulled out a Parasol Tree Leaf and absorbed all of the Ethereal Wood Essential Qi into his body with his hand.

His dried-up skin and flesh rapidly regenerated, visibly healing; like a snake shedding its old skin, dead layers fell away bit by bit to reveal flesh as smooth as mutton fat jade.

In the end, he turned back into a "little pretty face."

"Divine tree, divine tree indeed!"

Long Fei raised his hands to examine himself repeatedly, yelling in exhilaration, and even kissed the giant Parasol Tree passionately. The ancient Divine Tree, feeling thoroughly creeped out, brandished a branch and swung it hard at Long Fei in anger.

Long Fei swiftly dodged, for with his Nascent Soul newly refined, he didn’t have the strength to tussle with an Ancient Divine Tree.

Three figures reunited on the ground, glaring at each other wide-eyed like cats staring down mice.

Long Fei knew that Her Royal Highness The Princess had already reconciled.

If not, she would have started a fight just moments ago.

Princess Yaoji’s complexion shifted ever so frequently, evidently embarrassed as she could no longer hold it back, eventually shouting, "You bastard! Could you at least put some clothes on first?"

She had tried hinting back and forth at Long Fei, but the fool hadn’t shown even the faintest clue of self-awareness.

While cultivators typically didn’t care much about these matters,

the fact remained they were men and women—how could anyone find this scene reasonable?

Long Fei lowered his gaze toward himself before immediately clutching at his "underneath" in mortified haste.

Damnit, the previous flames had completely burned away his robes.

Overcome with excitement earlier, he had entirely forgotten about this dilemma.

Thick-skinned as he was, he still shamelessly remarked to the Yaoji Saintess, "Dear sister, since you already showed kindness earlier, why not spare me another robe?"

The Yaoji Saintess gritted her teeth, wishing she could have sliced the scoundrel to pieces. She bitterly regretted her earlier leniency and rued letting him off so easily.

Not wanting Long Fei to take advantage any further, she waved her hand and flung a Divine Silkworm Robe toward him.

This was a treasure belonging to the Great Yan Country’s Royal Family, forged by refining silk spun by an Ancient Divine Silkworm.

A flowing robe adorned with a jade belt.

Long Fei donned the garment, immediately exuding the aura of a True Immortal descended to the mortal realm—a dapper and debonair noble son.

He checked himself out repeatedly, feeling that his previous Snow Silkworm Robe was nothing but cheap market trash by comparison.

Overcome with joy, he clasped his hands in gratitude. "Dear sister, thank you both for letting little brother off the hook earlier. For this favor, little brother is forever indebted. If there’s ever anything you need, come find me, and I will repay it without hesitation."

As he spoke, his hands worked stealthily behind his back.

With a flick of his fingers, he secretly snatched a Thousand-Year Ginseng from the ginseng field and stored it in his Storage Ring.

The little ginseng spirit underground popped its head out angrily, spitting blood as it shouted at the Yaoji Saintess, "Sister! Don’t listen to this thief’s nonsense—he just stole another one of my ginseng roots!"

Long Fei threw a sidelong glare at the ginseng spirit, frightening it back into hiding underground.

"A thief to his core."

The Yaoji Saintess couldn’t help but laugh, having already spotted Long Fei’s sneaky antics earlier.

But she didn’t stop him; instead, with a playful glint in her eye, she raised a mischievous gaze toward him and said, "Well, you said it yourself—no backing out now."

Long Fei saw her expression and felt his heart sink. He wondered whether he might have bragged a little too much.

A woman’s mind is as elusive as needles in the ocean—it’s impossible to predict whether she might turn the tables against him.

Still, since the words had been spoken and the bravado acted upon, he wouldn’t retreat but boldly responded to the Yaoji Saintess, "A man’s word is his bond; no need for backing out."

The Yaoji Saintess replied, "Alright then—hand over your physical body to us!"

"Huh?"

Long Fei was utterly baffled; he knew women couldn’t be underestimated.

Damnit, this boast went too far.

His eyes darted around nervously, yet before he could respond, the Yaoji Goddess burst out laughing, teasing him, "Just joking. Look how worried you’ve gotten!"

"Really?"

Long Fei wiped the cold sweat from his face. He felt that the Saintess had undergone some sort of transformation—

a newfound girlish charm replacing her previous aloofness.

The Great Monk standing nearby also wore a perplexed expression, remarking silently to himself, "Spring must be on its way—the Saintess is blossoming too."

The Yaoji Saintess clasped her hands behind her back, earnestly addressing Long Fei: "My condition is simple. Since you already know about the Third Prince’s matter, promise me you won’t trouble him after leaving here. You walk your path, we walk ours—let’s see in the end who truly comes out ahead."

"Fair enough!"

Long Fei casually agreed, as his conflict with the Third Prince was merely a petty feud.

There was no mortal vendetta between them over grander matters.

The Great Monk looked at Long Fei and sighed, "Kid, you’re lucky to have earned our Saintess’s approval. The next time we meet outside, you must treat me to wine and meat! Don’t pretend you don’t know me!"

"Of course!"

Long Fei postured in agreement, thinking to himself that this troublesome monk was probably already scheming against someone else.

His style reminded Long Fei somewhat of the notorious Monk Bujie,

a legend infamous for indulging in everything a monk should abstain from—wine, meat, women, murder, and more, hence earning himself the moniker "Bujie" (Unabstaining Monk).

Such a man was undeserving of pity.

Though the two sides had reconciled, mutual skepticism lingered between them.

Not wanting the scoundrel to cause further chaos, the Yaoji Saintess lifted a small stone in her hand.

The previously hidden Colorful Glazed Tower emerged from the Void and reappeared.

The sky outside had already brightened—the sunlight streaming through the windows made the interior of the tower look no different from an ordinary mansion.

The Yaoji Saintess gave Long Fei a single command, "You may leave now. Remember the promise you just made."

Long Fei’s gaze flitted about restlessly, still hoping to snag a few treasures on his way out.

Every flower, every blade of grass in this place could be counted as ancient relics!

The Yaoji Saintess was completely speechless, raising her glowing stone.

A strong gust of wind swept in, crashing over Long Fei and hurling him out forcefully.

Long Fei shouted as he flew, "Sister! I still wanted to have a chat—why rush to chase me away?"

With a loud swoosh, the Colorful Glazed Tower closed on all sides, sealing itself shut.

The ensuing peace left behind only a room in complete disarray.

The Great Monk laughed and said, "Saintess, it’s been over a thousand years since anyone walked out of here unscathed after taking advantage of us."

The Yaoji Saintess said nothing, only gazing up toward the Parasol Divine Tree.

A deep, resonant voice descended from above: "That child carries the fortune of Heaven and Earth. Helping him is to help ourselves as well."

"Understood!"

The Yaoji Saintess and Great Monk folded their arms, showing reverent compliance.

As her mind replayed the image of Long Fei’s earlier bare self, her cheeks flushed, and a smile crept onto her lips.

The Colorful Glazed Tower flickered briefly before vanishing back into the Void.

By the lakeside, Chu Feng and the others had been waiting through the night.

Worried for Long Fei and curious about the secrets of the Red Mansion,

they hoped Long Fei might recall even the slightest detail.

When Long Fei finally appeared on the shore, the group swarmed him like wolves pouncing on a lamb.

Several noble youths who’d been awaiting news also rushed forward upon noticing his arrival.

As for the monumental secrets hidden here, Long Fei didn’t wish to divulge anything—he couldn’t risk provoking Heavenly Sound Workshop’s wrath.

Feigning memory loss, he rubbed his head and began shouting at the crowd, "Huh? How did I end up here? What happened? What are all of you staring at?"

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