Chapter 32: The Empress of Great Chu!

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Chu Feng’s carriage traveled for a full five days before finally leaving Yuezhou and arriving in Hengzhou.

Hengzhou bordered Yuezhou, and the landscapes of the two prefectures each had their own distinct charm.

Take Hengzhou for example. Famous mountains, ancient landmarks, and great rivers could be seen everywhere throughout the region.

Among the ten most celebrated poems in the Great Xuan Dynasty written about scenic beauty, nine described the sights of Hengzhou.

And among every hundred literati who authored books, ninety-nine were also from Hengzhou.

Moreover, Azure Cloud Academy, the foremost academy in the Great Xuan Dynasty, was also located here.

Because of this, Hengzhou came to be known as the foremost holy land of scholars under heaven.

That day, just as Chu Feng entered Hengzhou, a carriage blocked the path of his own carriage.

Driving that carriage was an old man in a blue robe, with a youthful face and crane-white hair. His eyes were bright and spirited, and not the slightest fluctuation of aura could be sensed from him.

Shi tightened the reins and brought the carriage to a halt. His icy eyes locked onto the old man, and a grim killing aura surged from his body.

At the side, Su Yanran reacted at once and looked at the old man with vigilance.

The old man opposite them raised his eyes and looked at Shi with some surprise.

“I truly did not expect His Highness the Seventh Prince to have such an expert by his side.”

“There is no need for you to be so tense, Sir. I mean no harm,” the old man said with a faint smile.

Shi remained silent, and the killing aura around him grew even denser.

Shi was, after all, a team leader in the Darknet Organization, and his senses were extraordinarily sharp.

The moment he saw this old man, Shi realized how dangerous he was. He was in the same realm as Shi himself, a Grandmaster expert!

And not an early-stage Grandmaster either, but a late-stage Grandmaster!

With such an expert blocking their path for no reason, how could Shi possibly let down his guard?

“Sir, I truly mean no harm.” A trace of helplessness appeared on the old man’s face. Then his gaze shifted to the carriage compartment behind Shi.

At the same time, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and Chu Feng poked his head out.

When he saw the old man, surprise appeared on Chu Feng’s face.

“Old He, what are you doing here?!” Chu Feng asked in surprise.

The old man before him was no simple figure. He was Zong He, the eldest disciple of that Sword Saint of the Great Chu Dynasty.

“Seventh Prince, we meet again,” Zong He said with a smile.

Chu Feng gave a slight nod in acknowledgment, then looked toward the carriage behind Zong He. His expression turned somewhat strange as a bold guess surfaced in his mind.

No way. Has her courage really grown this much now?

“Your Highness the Seventh Prince, my master invites you aboard for a talk.” Zong He jumped down from the carriage and stepped aside.

Chu Feng stepped out of his own carriage and walked to the other one. After a brief hesitation, he jumped up, lifted the curtain, and entered.

The moment he stepped inside, a refreshing fragrance rushed toward him.

The interior of the carriage was spacious. A tea table sat in the middle, and before it sat a stunning woman dressed in violet, her phoenix eyes fixed directly on Chu Feng.

Though her clothes were plain, a noble aura surrounded her, making others afraid to meet her gaze directly.

“So it really is you, Fan Sisi.” Chu Feng showed not the slightest surprise as he calmly sat down across from her.

Fan Sisi frowned and parted her red lips. “Chu Feng, how dare you speak my name so directly!”

The moment those words fell, a terrifying pressure erupted from Fan Sisi’s body.

If it had been anyone else, they might have been frightened on the spot by that pressure.

But Chu Feng remained perfectly calm. He even picked up the tea on the table and took a sip.

“Mm, the tea is good.”

“Enough. You’ve already lost to me once. What exactly are you trying to show off for in front of me?” Chu Feng said as he set down the teacup and glanced at Fan Sisi.

The Fan Sisi before him was none other than the Empress of Great Chu!

She was the very same woman whom Chu Feng had captured alive in the Northern Frontier some time ago, only to release afterward.

Last month, the former ruler of the Great Chu Dynasty abdicated and passed the throne to Fan Sisi. She thus became the only empress among the Five Great Dynasties.

The moment this news came out, a huge uproar swept through the entire Great Chu Dynasty. Countless people opposed it, insisting that Fan Sisi was unworthy of becoming the empress, and the situation nearly escalated into turmoil within the dynasty.

At that critical moment, that Sword Saint of the Great Chu Dynasty emerged and openly stood on Fan Sisi’s side.

That instantly silenced those who had originally opposed her.

After the situation stabilized, Fan Sisi, for reasons unknown, suddenly set her sights on the Northern Frontier and invaded with two hundred thousand elite troops, intending to seize the foremost fortress of the Great Xuan Dynasty’s Northern Frontier.

Unfortunately, she ran into Chu Feng. Not only did she fail, she herself was captured alive by him.

The moment Fan Sisi thought of the things Chu Feng had made her do, fury practically blazed from her eyes.

Looking at Chu Feng before her, Fan Sisi suddenly smiled and said quietly, “Chu Feng, the hundred thousand tiger-wolf troops of the Northern Frontier are not behind you now. Aren’t you afraid I might kill you?”

Chu Feng burst out laughing at those words, his deep eyes fixed directly on Fan Sisi.

“Kill me? Fan Sisi, you dare kill your master!”

The moment she heard the words “kill your master,” several unbearably embarrassing scenes immediately flashed through Fan Sisi’s mind.

A rosy flush instantly spread across her fair skin, and she bristled like an enraged cat, her phoenix eyes widening with shame and fury.

“Chu Feng!”

Fan Sisi shot to her feet in anger and attacked Chu Feng, unleashing her late-stage Second Rank cultivation.

This time, there was no one by Chu Feng’s side. She wanted to see exactly what gave him the right to be so arrogant.

She was going to repay him for every bit of humiliation she had suffered at his hands.

Watching Fan Sisi rush toward him, Chu Feng shook his head helplessly. “Your temper is still as rash as ever.”

He slowly raised a hand and pointed through the air. A ripple instantly spread through the carriage, and the moment it swept over Fan Sisi—the pressure around Fan Sisi vanished as though a floodgate had been opened.

Then her vision blurred, and the next thing she knew, her entire body was sprawled across Chu Feng’s lap.

Smack!

A crisp sound rang out, and pain shot through her backside. Fan Sisi’s expression froze, and her eyes filled with disbelief.

In the next instant, a sharp cry burst from Fan Sisi’s mouth.

“Chu Feng, I’m going to kill you!”

Fan Sisi’s beautiful face flushed red as she clawed wildly at Chu Feng with both hands.

Unfortunately, that little bit of strength meant nothing before Chu Feng. With one hand, he firmly restrained Fan Sisi, while with the other, he smacked her raised rear again.

It seemed Fan Sisi had forgotten the pain from before, so today he was determined to make her remember it properly.

Smack! Smack! Smack! ...!

Outside the carriage, after hearing the commotion within, Zong He stepped forward uneasily.

But the moment he moved, an invisible wall of force forced him straight back, preventing him from taking even a single step forward.

Zong He looked toward the carriage again, his eyes filled with shock.

Inside the carriage, Chu Feng only stopped after delivering more than a dozen smacks, a faint smile appearing on his face.

That familiar sensation really was hard to forget.

Chu Feng sighed inwardly, then lowered his head to look at Fan Sisi lying across his lap, only to find that she had stopped screaming and was lying utterly still.

No way, did I fail to hold back and beat her to death? Impossible!

Chu Feng turned Fan Sisi over on his lap, and what met his eyes was an incomparably beautiful face streaked with tears.