144: Lu Jiuyuan has another name, Shangguan Fei?

At the same time, inside a hidden and luxurious mountain villa...

Lin Xianer was languidly leaning on a brocade couch, wearing only a thin layer of gauze, her alluring body faintly visible.

A maid knelt before her, carefully painting her nails a vibrant red.

A middle-aged man with a black scarf covering his face stood respectfully below, reporting on the rising tides of the Jianghu.

After listening, Lin Xianer let out a series of bell-like laughs.

“Heh heh heh… I smell a conspiracy. Li Xunhuan, Bai Tianyu, and Lu Jiuyuan are definitely involved.

Since you group of foolish men want to oppose this Young Miss, then this Young Miss will just have to play along with you.

Yun Chang still hasn't sent any useful intelligence, so it seems these pawns have also betrayed me.

Very good, very good!”

She raised her delicate hand, admiring her crimson nails, as if they were dyed with the blood of countless people.

“If you dare to contend with me, I will let you know what terror is, what it means to be condemned by thousands!”

“Tell them to make a move, give them something to do. Hatred, this kind of thing, the deeper it accumulates, the heavier it becomes with each kill.

Without enough lives, how can their reputations be completely blackened?”

“Yes, Young Miss,” the middle-aged masked man bowed and accepted the order, retreating silently.

Lin Xianer waved the maid away, slowly rose, and walked to the window, gazing at the deep night outside.

A smile, a mix of madness and triumph, appeared on her face.

“This is a dangerous game. Since you have declared war, then let's have a good game.

Let's see who truly rules this Jianghu.”

...The night was as dark as ink, and withered leaves fell, making a mournful sound.

Deep within the Golden Money Gang's compound, however, the warm chamber was filled with a spring-like warmth and lingering fragrance.

Lin Shiyin sat before her dressing table, a pale but still breathtakingly beautiful face reflected in the bronze mirror.

But those beautiful eyes, once brimming with the gentle affection of autumn waters, now held only cold hatred.

She wore only a gauze dress as thin as cicada wings, outlining her still graceful curves.

She meticulously and slowly drew her eyebrows, applied powder, and painted her lips, her movements deliberate and focused.

Long Xiaoyun was dead, and Xiao Yun was also dead.

Her world, which she relied on for survival, had completely collapsed in a short time.

Hatred gnawed at her heart like a venomous snake, day and night, giving her no peace.

Li Xunhuan? The man she had loved, hated, and ultimately felt only disappointment for; he chose his righteousness, his brothers, but he never truly provided her with a haven.

She could no longer rely on him.

The only one who could seek revenge was herself, using her only remaining, perhaps her most primitive, weapon: this body that could drive countless men mad.

Xian'er was right, the most powerful force in the Jianghu, and the one who could eliminate Lu Jiuyuan the fastest, was undoubtedly Shangguan Jinhong of the Golden Money Gang.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Shiyin stood up, her gauze dress slipping to reveal her smooth shoulders.

She picked up a large black cloak, wrapped herself tightly, pushed open the back door, and silently merged into the cold night.

The Golden Money Gang's stronghold was heavily guarded.

Lin Shiyin walked through without being stopped, and was led directly inside.

In the study, Shangguan Jinhong sat upright in a grand armchair, not rising.

He wore his distinctive brocade robe, his face stern, his eyes sharp as an eagle's.

He simply watched Lin Shiyin, an invisible pressure filling the entire room.

Jing Wuming stood like a shadow behind him, his eyes hollow, devoid of Life Qi, looking at everyone as if they were dead.

“Madam Long, what brings you here so late at night?”

Shangguan Jinhong's voice was flat and emotionless.

Lin Shiyin stood in the center of the study, enduring the almost suffocating pressure.

She slowly raised her hand and untied the cloak.

The black cloak slipped to the ground, revealing the almost transparent gauze dress beneath, and her fair skin, faintly visible in the lamplight.

She cast aside all shame and dignity, raised her head, and looked directly at Shangguan Jinhong:

“I've come to make a deal with you.”

Shangguan Jinhong's gaze swept over her, without desire, without surprise, only a calm assessment, as if she were an object.

“Oh? What kind of deal?”

“My body,” Lin Shiyin's voice trembled slightly from humiliation and tension, but her eyes were exceptionally firm, “in exchange for an enemy's head.”

A brief silence fell in the study.

Only the faint crackle of the oil lamp's wick could be heard.

Shangguan Jinhong's face finally showed a faint, almost mocking smile. “Long Xiaoyun's woman... quite interesting indeed.

But why do you think I would be interested in your body?

And why do you think I would kill for you?”

“Killing someone, for you, isn't it very easy?” Lin Shiyin asked, “Just a word, a command, and it can be done.”

“Killing others might indeed be that way, but the person you want to kill may not be so simple,” Shangguan Jinhong shook his head:

“The one you wish me to kill might be precisely the one I absolutely cannot kill.”

“Lu Jiuyuan, kill Lu Jiuyuan, and I am yours!”

“Lu Jiuyuan, a young master who has suddenly appeared in the Jianghu recently, young in age, but with extremely high martial arts.

In this period of time, he killed the Plum Blossom Bandit Long Xiaoyun, Qin Xiaoyi, Zhao Zhengyi, Gongsun Moyun, the Three Ferocious Outlaws of Guanwai,

He killed Qing Mo Shou Yi Ku, ranked ninth on the weapons ranking, killed the top expert of the Demonic Cult, the Great Joy Bodhisattva, who was ranked first among women, and killed the world's number one poison master, the Five Poison Child.

His renown is formidable, shaking the four seas, making him the most sought-after young master in the current Jianghu.

Moreover, he is accompanied by two great masters: one is A Fei, the Flying Sword master in gray clothes, wielding a broken sword, and the other is You Longsheng, the Peerless Sword master in red clothes, wielding the Duoqing Sword.”

Shangguan Jinhong introduced him seriously, clearly indicating that he had always been paying attention to this person, and all intelligence had been gathered by him.

“This young man has a heroic appearance, a clear and peerless face, a ruthless hand in combat, and unparalleled martial arts. He travels the Jianghu accompanied by three heroes and five beauties.

He is known in the Jianghu as the Three Wonders Young Master.”

Shangguan Jinhong shook his head: “Your body, though beautiful and alluring, is still far from enough to make me kill him.”

Lin Shiyin's fingertips dug deep into her palms, drawing blood, but she didn't notice.

She shed her last piece of gauze, letting the cold air sting her delicate skin.

“Is the Golden Money Gang Leader, who is invincible under heaven, afraid of a rising star?”

She stepped forward barefoot, candlelight flowing over her perfect curves, “As long as you are willing to act, I will do anything.”

Shangguan Jinhong's gaze finally lingered on her for a moment, but it was like observing a beautiful landscape.

He waved his hand, and Jing Wuming naturally withdrew.

Shangguan Jinhong suddenly smiled: “Alright, I want to see if Li Xunhuan's former woman is worth me making an exception.”

After the time it takes to drink three cups of tea,

The warm chamber was filled with an ambiguous, intertwined scent.

Lin Shiyin curled up in the brocade quilt, looking at Shangguan Jinhong's back as he dressed and rose, and asked in a hoarse voice: “When will you take his life?”

Shangguan Jinhong's hand, tying his belt, paused. Suddenly, thunder crashed outside the window, illuminating his profile, stark and cold as iron.

“I forgot to tell you,”

He turned, a strange smile on his lips: “Lu Jiuyuan also has another name, Shangguan Fei.”

Lin Shiyin suddenly sat up, the brocade quilt slipping to reveal mottled kiss marks: “What did you say?”

“I have a very excellent son. He doesn't want to stay in my shadow. He wants to achieve something greater than me. He wants people to know that his identity is never Shangguan Jinhong's son,

He is him, a unique talent in the world!

So he changed his name and traveled the Jianghu, and before long, his name spread throughout the world.”

Another bolt of lightning illuminated the night sky, and Lin Shiyin's face was ashen as a ghost: “So you already...”

“That's right, I already knew you wanted to kill my own son.”

Shangguan Jinhong suddenly pinched her chin, his steel-like fingers digging painfully into her. “Sleeping with you was merely to taste what kind of woman Detective Li, whom even he couldn't obtain, was like.”

Lin Shiyin frantically scratched his arm, her nails cracking and bleeding: “Beast! Both you and your son are beasts!”

“Wrong, Lin Xianer also knows about this! She designed it, she is the beast!”

Thunder roared, and lightning repeatedly illuminated his unperturbed face, as well as the utterly shattered look in Lin Shiyin's eyes.

“Lin Xianer... she knew everything...”

Lin Shiyin's voice was broken, her mind somewhat dazed: “She led me here... she made me...”