213: Chapter 213 A stunningly beautiful and alluring goddess! You bastard~

Zhou Liangan lifted his eyes, his smiling gaze sweeping over Cang Meier's exquisite face, from her curved eyebrows to her full lip bead, finally resting on her slightly lowered eyelashes, with a playful arc curling at the corner of his lips.

He did not tell her to rise, instead scrutinizing her for several seconds before speaking in a leisurely manner: "You came to find me, was it instructed by your Old Ancestor?"

The expression on Cang Meier's face froze slightly, so quickly it was almost impossible to catch.

She quickly recovered her gentle appearance, shook her head lightly, and spoke in a very frank tone: "Naturally not. The Old Ancestor and the Ancient Emperor of Reincarnation have been fighting for nearly a thousand years, draining most of the Cang Family's foundation, and the clan has long been filled with complaints. I feel that the Old Ancestor's obsession is too deep, clinging to past grievances; if this continues, sooner or later it will drag down the entire Cang Family."

When she said this, her brows were slightly furrowed, and her eyes held a hint of genuine worry, as if she were truly fretting over the future of the Family.

Someone else might have been deceived by her appearance, but unfortunately, Zhou Liangan was accustomed to beautiful women; naturally, it was impossible for him to be easily deceived by this slut.

Moreover, at this moment, Zhou Liangan vaguely sensed that wisp of sinister, evil Qi hidden deep within Cang Meier's Dantian—it was hidden extremely deep, wrapped in her own spiritual power, mixed with a woman's faint fragrance; if one were not careful, it would be easily overlooked.

But the Human Emperor Body naturally suppresses sinister, evil Qi; that bit of Aura was as conspicuous in his perception as lighting a lantern in the dark night.

Hearing this, Zhou Liangan tapped his fingertips lightly on the armrest of the soft couch, his gaze sweeping over Cang Meier playfully, his tone as indifferent as if chatting about the weather today: "So, if that's the case, coming to find me was your own decision?"

Cang Meier hesitated for a moment, her fingertips lightly twisting her skirt hem, as if she had made a great determination, before she lifted her eyes and nodded, her gaze extremely earnest: "You could say that. I have stayed in the Cang Family for so many years, and I see more clearly than anyone that the Old Ancestor, clinging to those old grudges, has long lost the heart to develop the Family. I feel you have more potential, and besides, being a Human Emperor Body, you will surely be able to stand at the pinnacle of this world in the future; perhaps you really can help me sit in the position of the Cang Family head."

As she spoke, she leaned forward slightly, her beautiful eyes staring unblinkingly at Zhou Liangan, her expression filled with sincerity, along with a bit of desperate expectation, as if she had placed all her bets on the person before her.

Sunlight shone obliquely through the window lattice, landing on her pinkish-white cheeks, making even the tiny downy hairs clearly visible, looking exceptionally innocent and moving.

Unfortunately, there wasn't even a ripple of emotion in Zhou Liangan's heart.

He had lived for so long, and he had seen eighty or a hundred honey traps; this level of disguise was no different from children playing house in his eyes.

He sneered, leaned back, his voice as indifferent as if frozen: "I'm afraid it's not that simple."

Hearing this, Cang Meier was not flustered at all; instead, she blinked smilingly at Zhou Liangan, her eyes swirling with a bit of charming, naive confusion: "What do you mean by that? I don't quite understand. If Young Master Zhou feels my sincerity is insufficient, you can state your conditions; as long as I can do it, I will have no objections."

As she spoke, she slowly straightened up, her skirt swaying lightly, revealing a small section of her fair ankle; her posture was perfectly judged—neither appearing like deliberate seduction nor lacking a subtle, lingering ambiguity.

If someone with weaker self-control were in his place, their heart would likely have been stirred long ago.

Zhou Liangan sneered, his voice carrying undisguised mockery, his tone turning a few degrees colder: "You don't understand? I think that's not necessarily true. You, you're still a bit too green; do you really think these little tricks can deceive me? I truly did not expect that the so-called Child of Destiny would actually send his own woman to play this honey trap routine. That guy likely has some special fetish, to be willing to send his own people to someone else's bed."

As soon as Zhou Liangan said this, the smile on Cang Meier's face instantly froze, and a strange look flashed quickly across her beautiful eyes, so fast it seemed like an illusion.

But she quickly steadied her mind, even revealing a look of grievance, frowning as she said: "Young Master Zhou, I truly understand less and less of what you are saying now. I have come to defect to you with sincerity; how can you slander me like this? If you feel I am unworthy of you, you can simply say so; there is no need to humiliate me like this."

As she spoke, her eyes even turned slightly red, and she lowered her head, her shoulders trembling lightly, looking exactly like someone who had suffered a great injustice.

Zhou Liangan scoffed, not buying her act at all.

He stood up leisurely from the soft couch, walked two steps forward with his hands behind his back, looked down at her, and a cold glint appeared in his eyes: "It doesn't matter if you don't understand. I have plenty of ways to drag that rat hiding in the shadows out. But to be honest, this rat is hidden quite deep, and its cultivation is actually something, which really did exceed my expectations."

The moment his voice fell, a terrifying Aura erupted from Zhou Liangan's body.

Without any warning, a majestic pressure erupted from his body like a mountain-toppling, sea-crashing wave; the calming incense in the hall was instantly extinguished, the teacup on the table vibrated with a "hum," and the tea sloshed over the rim, spilling all over the table.

The air seemed to solidify into substance, pressing heavily on one's chest, making even breathing difficult.

Cang Meier bore the brunt of it; after feeling this terrifying Aura, all the color instantly drained from her delicate, pinkish-white face, and her expression changed drastically.

She subconsciously took half a step back, her fingertips gripping her skirt hem tightly until her knuckles turned white, her beautiful eyes staring fixedly at Zhou Liangan in shock, her vermilion lips parted slightly, her voice carrying an uncontrollable tremor: "Young Master Zhou, you... why are you doing this? Let us talk things over properly; why must you get angry?"

She still wanted to pretend, still wanted to muddle through, attempting to use words to stall and smooth this matter over.

But Zhou Liangan had absolutely no intention of giving her this opportunity.

He sneered, the coldness in his eyes intensifying, the Aura around his entire body continuing to surge crazily, golden light beginning to seep out from the pores of his body, as if his entire person had been plated with a golden edge: "You will know soon enough."

His voice fell.

Boom—

A Dragon roar that seemed to come from the ancient past exploded in the hall; the power of Luck on Zhou Liangan's body instantly swirled and rose into the sky, transforming into a thick golden pillar of Qi that shot straight to the ceiling of the hall.

Following that, the pillar of Qi exploded in the air, and nine lifelike five-clawed Golden Dragons of Fortune stretched their bodies and emerged from the golden light.

Each Dragon was a zhang long, their Dragon scales shining brilliantly, their Dragon eyes majestic and cold, their Dragon whiskers drifting with the wind, surrounded by dense golden power of Luck.

The nine Golden Dragons of Fortune circled in the air once, their Dragon heads lowered in unison, and they slowly spread their bodies toward the direction of Cang Meier.

A golden screen of light spread out like a tidal wave, enveloping Cang Meier completely within it.

"No—!"

Cang Meier let out a suppressed exclamation; she could clearly feel that golden power drilling into her body in an all-pervasive manner, as if searching for something.

She desperately urged the spiritual power within her body to resist, but her cultivation, in front of the Golden Dragons of Fortune, was simply like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, instantly shattered to pieces.

In just an instant, one could see a wisp of jet-black, sinister, evil Qi at Cang Meier's Dantian, being forcibly pushed out by the golden power of Luck.

That Aura carried a heavy sense of decay and chill; the moment it emerged, the temperature of the surrounding air instantly dropped by several degrees, forming an extremely sharp contrast with the pure and majestic power of Luck.

The moment the sinister, evil Qi was forced out, all of the disguise on Cang Meier's face shattered completely.

Her beautiful eyes flashed with undisguised venom, her silver teeth clenched tightly, blood seeping from her gums, staring fixedly at Zhou Liangan, her voice sounding like it was squeezed out from between her teeth: "I didn't expect... it actually still failed! Ancestor, Meier has failed your cultivation; today, I could not make this person pay the price, ruining your great plan. Meier is willing to die to atone for my crimes!"

As soon as her words fell, the Aura on Cang Meier's body instantly became violent.

She did not hesitate to detonate her own cultivation; the spiritual power within her body, like a runaway flood, violently collided with her Meridians; her body expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, blue veins bulged beneath her skin, and even tiny beads of blood seeped out from her pores.

A destructive energy spread from within her body; she was like a bomb about to explode, and once it detonated, let alone this side hall, half a mile in every direction would be razed to the ground.

She had a good plan—the matter was exposed, and rather than being caught and interrogated by Zhou Liangan, it was better to directly self-destruct; this would not only destroy the clues on her body but might also drag Zhou Liangan down with her.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Liangan merely sneered, without even a ripple of emotion in his eyes.

He lifted his hand and waved it lightly, and the power of the Golden Dragons of Fortune circling his body instantly moved.

The nine Golden Dragons let out a deafening Dragon roar in unison, their Dragon claws pressing down together.

Rumble!

An incomparable, terrifying might descended from the sky, as if an entire ancient divine mountain were pressing down on Cang Meier.

The violent energy within her body, about to explode, was like being fiercely gripped by an invisible giant hand, forcibly pressed back into her Meridians.

Her body, which had just expanded, instantly deflated; the chaotic spiritual power was firmly suppressed within her Dantian, unable to leak out even a tiny bit.

"Puff—"

The self-destruction was forcibly interrupted, and Cang Meier suffered a violent backlash, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood that stained the skirt in front of her red.

Her body went limp, and with a "thud," she knelt on the ground, supporting herself with her hands, barely managing not to collapse completely.

Seeing that the self-destruction had failed, her beautiful eyes were filled with shock and astonishment, followed by thick resentment and hatred.

She lifted her head, staring fixedly at Zhou Liangan, the hatred in her eyes almost overflowing, squeezing out two words from between her teeth: "Damn it..."

She could not understand at all; her carefully planned scheme had not only been seen through by the other party from the beginning, but he didn't even give her the chance to fight to the death and self-destruct.

Just how strong was this person's strength?

Zhou Liangan walked slowly to her front, looking down at her disheveled appearance, and sneered: "I didn't expect that for the sake of that master hiding behind the scenes, you actually fear not even death. I have underestimated your loyalty."

Cang Meier suddenly raised her head, her beautiful eyes glaring fixedly at Zhou Liangan, her eyes filled with unruliness and unyielding spirit.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her voice hoarse but filled with a stubborn strength: "People of the Cang Family have the backbone of the Cang Family. Even if I, Cang Meier, die, I will never become the captive of a beast like you. Don't even think about getting anything out of me!"

As she spoke, her gaze hardened, and she suddenly bit through the tip of her tongue.

A mouthful of scalding essence blood was sprayed out, transforming into a mist of blood in the air.

At the same time, she began to chant, reciting obscure and difficult incantations.

The syllables of the incantation were strange, carrying an evil Aura. As she chanted, the sprayed blood mist instantly surged backward, landing on her skin.

The next second, strange, blood-colored patterns surged across Cang Meier's body.

Those patterns were like living blood snakes, spreading from her neck, down along her collarbone, arms, and waist, crawling over every inch of her exposed skin.

The patterns glowed with an eerie blood-red light, and a fierce, brutal Aura erupted from her body, several times colder and more violent than the previous sinister Aura.

This was the Forbidden Technique of the Cang Family — the Blood Soul Curse.

Using one's own Divine Soul and essence blood as a catalyst, it allows for a short-term burst of power far exceeding one's own Realm. Even if one's spiritual power is under a Seal, one can rely on the Blood Curse to forcibly break free from restraints.

But the price is that after the curse ends, the caster will have their Divine Soul destroyed, with not even a chance at Reincarnation.

Cang Meier was determined; even if it meant Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, she was going to fight Zhou Liangan to the death.

The moment the blood-colored patterns covered her entire body, her suppressed spiritual power began to fight back wildly. Her Aura climbed steadily, and her waist, which had been forced to bend, slowly straightened up bit by bit.

She looked up at Zhou Liangan, her eyes devoid of reason, leaving only frantic killing intent.

Zhou Liangan watched the blood-colored patterns on her body. Not only was he not flustered, but he let out a cold laugh, his tone carrying a careless mockery: "The more you want to die, the less I will let you die. Ever since you entered the door, you've kept trying to lead everything back to the Cang Family Old Ancestor, calling him 'Ancestor' at every turn. It looks like you really have felt the crisis and are in a rush to muddy the waters, right?"

He saw through her scheme at a glance. Cang Meier was desperately trying to drag the Cang Family Old Ancestor into this, just to make him mistakenly believe that all of this was the handiwork of the Cang Family Old Ancestor, drawing all hatred onto the Cang Family openly to cover for the real mastermind hiding behind the scenes.

His voice dropped.

Zhou Liangan raised his hand and casually pointed at the nine Golden Dragons of Fortune in the air.

"Condense."

As the word fell, the nine Golden Dragons of Fortune circling in the air moved instantly.

They no longer scattered but connected head to tail, circling rapidly in the air.

The golden light grew increasingly intense, so bright it was blinding. The majestic power of Luck gathered frantically, condensing in the air into the shape of an ancient, heavy pagoda.

The pagoda had nine levels, and its body was entirely mysterious gold. Each level was carved with a relief of a coiling giant Dragon, with the Dragon heads protruding from the eaves of the pagoda, their eyes majestic and lifelike.

A faint golden light flowed over the pagoda, and a terrifying pressure capable of suppressing all things and purifying evil spirits emanated from it.

As soon as it formed, the sinister blood Aura in the hall vanished like ice and snow meeting a scorching sun, instantly dissipating by more than half.

The Nine Dragon Pagoda, using the nine Golden Dragons of Fortune as its foundation and the Human Emperor Body's Luck as a catalyst, is specifically designed to counter all sinister and filthy things in the world, making it the best tool for suppressing evil spirits.

"Go."

Zhou Liangan lightly pressed his fingertip downward.

The Nine Dragon Pagoda let out a muffled hum and descended from the Void Realm, carrying the force of ten thousand tons, pressing down fiercely toward the top of Cang Meier's head.

Before the pagoda body had even landed, that heavy pressure had already made it difficult for Cang Meier to breathe.

The blood-colored patterns on her body flickered frantically, the blood-red light surging to its limit. She used all her strength to urge the Blood Soul Curse to resist, raising her hands to support it, while her blood-colored spiritual power transformed into a light shield to block above her head.

But in front of the Nine Dragon Pagoda, that blood-colored light shield was as fragile as a piece of paper.

With a crack.

The blood-colored light shield shattered instantly, turning into a sky full of blood rain that dissipated without a trace.

Cang Meier's pupils contracted sharply, and for the first time, a look of fear appeared on her face.

Watching the Nine Dragon Pagoda drawing closer and closer, and feeling that irresistible power of suppression, despair rose in her heart for the first time.

She roared unwillingly, her voice shrill: "No!!!"

Resistance was meaningless.

The Nine Dragon Pagoda gently vibrated, and a massive suction force came from the bottom of the pagoda.

Cang Meier's body was uncontrollably sucked up; no matter how she struggled, she could not break free from that suction force.

In the blink of an eye, she was completely pulled into the Nine Dragon Pagoda, disappearing into the pagoda gate.

Inside the pagoda was a vast, empty space surrounded by cold pagoda walls, with a golden ball of light floating overhead, illuminating the entire space.

As soon as Cang Meier was sucked in, before she could even stand steady, the phantoms of the nine Golden Dragons emerged from the pagoda walls.

Each Dragon transformed into a mysterious golden chain. The chains were carved with fine Dragon scale patterns, carrying the scorching power of Luck, and they flew toward Cang Meier from all directions.

"Get lost!"

Cang Meier shouted sharply, still wanting to urge the Blood Soul Curse to resist.

But as soon as she had the thought, she discovered that the power of the Blood Curse within her body felt as if it had been frozen, moving with extreme sluggishness.

The space inside the pagoda was filled with the pure power of Luck, which constantly eroded and purified the evil blood patterns on her body, causing the blood-red light to dim at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the moment she was stunned, the nine chains had already arrived before her.

The first chain wrapped around her wrists and pulled hard, dragging her arms to both sides and fixing them tightly in place.

The second chain wrapped around her ankles, pulling her legs apart and stretching them straight.

The remaining chains wrapped around her layer upon layer, winding from her shoulders, waist, and calves. The Dragon scale patterns on the chains pressed against her skin, carrying a scorching heat that burned her skin painfully.

In just a moment, the nine chains had tightly bound Cang Meier's voluptuous and graceful body to the stone pillar inside the pagoda.

The chains tightened further and further, choking her until she could barely breathe. Her spiritual power was completely sealed, and even her Divine Soul was suppressed by a golden force. Forget about urging the Blood Curse; even moving a finger was as difficult as ascending to heaven.

The blood-colored patterns on her body had faded until they were almost invisible. The Blood Soul Curse had been forcibly interrupted by the power of the Nine Dragon Pagoda, and the backlash left her face as pale as paper, with cold sweat covering her forehead.

Cang Meier struggled a few times, but the chains remained motionless, instead tightening even further.

She gave up struggling, raised her head, and glared hatefully in the direction outside the pagoda wall. Although she couldn't see Zhou Liangan's figure, she knew he must be watching from outside.

Outside the pagoda, Zhou Liangan stood with his hands behind his back in front of the Nine Dragon Pagoda, tapping his fingertips lightly against the cold pagoda body. He could see the scene inside the pagoda clearly.

He could see the hatred and unwillingness in Cang Meier's eyes, and he could also see the trace of despair hidden deep within them.

"Don't be in such a hurry to die." Zhou Liangan's voice passed through the pagoda body. It wasn't loud, but it fell clearly into Cang Meier's ears. "Keeping you alive still has its uses. Since the one behind you was willing to send you over as a chess piece, they won't just sit by and watch you die here. It's perfect; I also want to see what that mouse who has been hiding for so long actually looks like."

Inside the pagoda, Cang Meier's body trembled violently upon hearing this. She bit her lip and said nothing, but the hatred in her eyes only intensified.

Zhou Liangan ignored her further and waved his hand, causing the Nine Dragon Pagoda to shrink to the size of a palm, landing in his palm.

Golden light flowed over the pagoda body, and the nine Dragon shadows swam slowly on it, looking exquisite and majestic.

He weighed the Nine Dragon Pagoda in his hand, a cold arc curling at his lips.

He turned around, walked back to the sofa, sat down, picked up the teacup on the table again, and took a sip of the tea that had already gone cold.

Zhou Liangan looked up toward the distance outside the window, his eyes profound.

After pondering for a moment, Zhou Liangan's fingertips suddenly moved slightly. With a flick of his mind, a mysterious golden light drifted out from his sleeve.

The phantom of the Nine Dragon Pagoda flickered in the air, and several golden chains carved with Dragon scale patterns dragged Cang Meier's figure, landing steadily in the center of the main hall.

The golden chains were pulled taut, locking her arms behind her back and wrapping around her waist twice, leaving her completely unable to move.

As soon as Cang Meier stood steady, she suddenly raised her eyes, her beautiful eyes fixed firmly on Zhou Liangan. Monstrous, irrepressible hatred churned in the depths of her eyes, her teeth chattered, and her voice was filled with an unyielding, death-defying strength: "If you have the ability, then kill me! You want me to betray the Old Ancestor and sell out the Cang Family? Absolutely impossible!"

She stiffened her neck, appearing as if she had cast life and death aside, as if she were truly just a die-hard loyalist to the Cang Family Old Ancestor.

Zhou Liangan chuckled at this, slowly stood up from the sofa, and paced around her for half a circle. His gaze swept over the blood-colored curse patterns on her neck that had faded until they were invisible, his eyes shining with a cold light that saw through everything: "Do you really think that by desperately splashing dirty water on your Family's Old Ancestor and using his name as cover at every turn, I would actually suspect him? It's simply laughable."

He stopped in front of Cang Meier and tapped her shoulder with his fingertip carelessly, his tone carrying undisguised mockery: "That guy behind you at least bears the title of Child of Destiny. I originally thought he was quite lofty, but I didn't expect he would even resort to such low-down tactics as a honey trap, sending his own woman to someone else."

Cang Meier's face turned slightly pale, and just as she wanted to open her mouth to defend herself, she was interrupted by Zhou Liangan raising his hand.

"But it doesn't matter." Zhou Liangan withdrew his hand, a wicked smile slowly curling at his lips, his gaze sweeping over her graceful figure without any avoidance. "The bit of sinister curse poison on you has long been purified by the Golden Dragon of Fortune. Since you are a piece of fat meat delivered to my door, how could I not eat it?"

Cang Meier's pupils contracted suddenly, and she instantly realized the meaning behind his words. She glared at Zhou Liangan in both shock and anger, her voice even carrying a hint of trembling: "You dare!"