Eternal Life from Taking Care of Master's Wife-Chapter 306 - 11: The Sky Has Fallen! Zhou Chen Slays the Saint Heir of the Royal Family! (Part 2)
Chu Zhihu trembled, feeling its dreadfulness.
Many people are most afraid of getting injections.
Earlier she was drunk, feeling nothing.
Only upon waking did she feel the burning pain...
But now....
Chu Zhihu gritted her teeth, stubbornly enduring, tears in her eyes, not uttering a sound, being very strong.
Chu Weixiong watched coldly.
Zhou Chen was practicing archery again.
The bowstring was taut, and veins bulged on Zhou Chen’s arms and legs, menacing and terrifying yet filled with formidable strength.
The thick arrows, imbued with mighty power, pierced through the red bullseye of the target held by elder sister Chu Zhihu, the potent force making her tremble, painfully shaken.
Immediately following.
A flurry of arrows flew one after another, without a pause.
"This bastard, does he want our elder sister to die?"
Chu Weixiong cursed silently.
Chu Zhihu was very tenacious, no matter how bitter or tired, she still didn’t utter a sound, finally unable to endure any longer, fainting away.
"Princess Wei Xiong, it’s your turn!"
"Afraid of you? If you have the guts, kill me!"
Chu Weixiong spat fiercely, turned her head away, no longer looking at Zhou Chen.
Zhou Chen inhaled the subtle fragrance from Chu Weixiong, without reservation.
He liked witnessing beauty!
Chu Weixiong was flushed and feverish, having delayed too long, burning more fiercely than Chu Zhihu.
She needed strong medicine.
Chu Weixiong trembled, her head leaned back, her hair flying.
She seemed to return to the battle on the Beiliang border against enemy forces.
The enemy’s spear pierced her body, stabbing into her abdomen.
...
Outside Beiliang Prefecture.
A pale-faced youth with bewitching eyes strode forward.
He wore a blood-colored robe bordered in gold, tall and slender, noble yet carrying an air of wickedness and killing intent, his presence extremely dangerous.
Two Primordial Pill Realm guards at the mansion trembled upon seeing him, feeling instinctive fear, as though facing a fearsome bloodthirsty beast.
"Such terrifying killing intent!"
"It’s the Blood Family Saint Heir!"
The two, as mansion lads, had extraordinary eyesight, recognizing the youth at a glance, it was none other than the renowned Xue Wuhen from the Celestial Pride List.
Killing without blood, blade passing without trace.
Saint Heir of the Royal Family’s Blood Family.
The mistress of Beiliang Royal Mansion, Princess Consort Xue Baiying, was the legitimate daughter of the Blood Family.
"Humbly greet His Highness the Holy Son!"
The two lads hurried forward to salute, ushering Xue Wuhen in.
"His Highness the Holy Son, the Prince is drunk and unable to meet you, we have sent someone to inform the Princess Consort!"
"I heard Zhou Chen is in the mansion?"
Xue Wuhen asked coldly.
Last time, Zhou Chen had severely injured him with a single finger, leaving him unconscious and humiliated. Now, having ascended to the Divine Seed Realm, he was here to avenge his disgrace.
He was originally a minor son of the Blood Family’s collateral line, his father being fatally injured in a family martial contest by a legitimate celestial, dying, his mother soon after passing away despondently, enduring disdain and humiliation since childhood.
After awakening the Emperor’s Bloodline, he was fervently groomed by the family’s experts!
He even personally exterminated the entire thirty-six member line responsible for injuring his father, turning white robes into blood robes, ruthlessly striking, mercurial temperament, fond of killing!
He vowed never to suffer humiliation again!
Though he initially attacked Zhou Chen in defiance, being crushed with a finger afterward.
But to him, it was a colossal shame!
"Champion Marquis is also drunk and resting in the mansion!"
The lad cautiously reported.
He had heard of Xue Wuhen being defeated by Zhou Chen, knowing this Blood Family Saint Heir was narrow-minded, vengeful, and brutal.
"When he wakes, tell him, the Holy Son is waiting at the martial stage!"
Xue Wuhen said coldly.
"Understood!"
The lad promptly replied.
Before long, Cherry, Princess Consort Xue Baiying’s personal maid, reported that the Princess Consort was unwell and resting, letting Xue Wuhen proceed as he pleased!
Xue Wuhen had slain many in the Blood Family for vengeance against those who bullied him, gaining no favor from the Blood Family’s main lineage.
If not for his awakening of the Emperor’s Bloodline, receiving some elders’ favor, they would have eliminated him long ago.
Now Zhou Chen could help people awaken their Emperor’s Bloodline, the Princess Consort Xue Baiying, Commandery Princess Chu Zhihu, Chu Weixiong all could awaken their bloodlines.
In the future, many in the Blood Family would awaken.
By then, the Emperor’s Bloodline would be less rare and precious!
Xue Wuhen, a collateral lineage scoundrel, having offended numerous main lineage heirs, surely would be targeted and abandoned by the Blood Family, becoming nothing.
Cherry, being Princess Consort Xue Baiying’s personal maid, was well aware of this.
Moreover, she disliked Xue Wuhen’s mercurial temperament and frequent killing.
"Curse it!"
Though treated politely by the mansion’s people, entering without notification.
No host entertained him, Xue Wuhen felt Beiliang Royal Mansion looked down on him.
Not treating him seriously.
"Even having awakened Emperor’s Bloodline, you main lineage heirs still look down on me, thirty years east river, thirty years west river, you wait for me!"
Malice flooded Xue Wuhen’s mind, he vowed that once his cultivation flourished, he would become a main lineage heir, making every disdainful person pay!
The sunset glowed red, like blood.
A whole day had passed.
The bright moon hung high.
Xue Wuhen waited for Zhou Chen at the martial stage, his gaze growing colder.
An entire afternoon.
The King Beiliang, the Princess Consort, Commandery Princess, Crown Prince, none had appeared.
Evidently, they didn’t care about him.
Actually, King Beiliang was busy quelling his flames.
Crown Prince Chu Xiaonian remained dead drunk.
The Princess Consort and two Commandery Princesses also busy quelling Zhou Chen’s flames.
The sun rose and fell.
The stars twirled in the sky.
One night quietly passed.
In a side courtyard room.
Chu Zhihu, Chu Weixiong sprawled effortlessly, sleeping soundly, clearly stayed up late, their eyes swollen, tears spilled out.
Yet seeing their splayed legs and joyfully wide mouths, they evidently had fun.
