Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon!-Chapter 641: She Can’t Possibly Be the White Emperor.

Zhang Ziyu insisted that the person before him was the rumored Emperor Son Yue Wuxia, and he began to launch an attack.

However, the Saint Kings behind him noticed some unusual clues.

That garment was indeed Quasi-Emperor Level, and she possessed a Quasi-Emperor Weapon within her body. However, the aura fluctuations emanating from her bore an imposing and oppressive quality.

Yet, the rumored Yue Wuxia was only at the Saint Realm.

In her cultivation career, ninety-nine percent of her time was spent idling or in deep slumber.

Therefore, if the person before them was Yue Wuxia, she definitely wouldn't bear traces of the Great Tao...

The Saint Kings looked at each other, filled with doubts but not daring to voice them outright.

They knew their Young Master's temper too well; they could disagree, but not publicly refute him.

One of the Saint Kings tugged at Liu Dayao's clothes and said in a very low voice, "She is not the Emperor Son."

Liu Dayao: "???"

"The Emperor Son is only at the Saint Realm, yet this person before us imposes a pressure on the Divine Soul even more terrifying than facing the Family Head," the Saint King said with a grave expression.

The Zhang Family Head stood firmly in the Quasi-Emperor Realm.

If she was more oppressive than the Family Head, then... she had to be a legendary Emperor Realm powerhouse.

And in the vast Southern Region, there was only one Emperor Realm expert: the White Emperor.

Of course, this was just a fleeting, indistinct sensation, but the Saint King believed it to be a possibility.

Upon hearing these words, Liu Dayao's complexion immediately stiffened. "Are you saying...?"

The Saint King nodded. "It's quite possible. You know, having followed the Family Head for years, we are very clear on this!"

Liu Dayao's mouth fell slightly agape; he suddenly felt breathless.

According to this Saint King's account, the woman before them might not be the Emperor Son but could be the rumored White Emperor. Even if not... her identity and background had to be astonishing, at least a Quasi-Emperor Level existence.

Thinking of this, Liu Dayao's scalp tingled.

Zhang Ziyu, a young master from an Ancient Family, had traveled millions of miles to enter the Southern Diaspora, then the Southern Region, wishing to propose to Miss Yue Wuxia.

And he ended up teasing the White Emperor, who was supposedly "incognito on a private visit."

No matter how you looked at it, this scenario seemed like a death wish.

He wiped away a cold sweat, hurried forward to hold back his Young Master, and relayed the Saint King's assessment verbatim.

The result was...

Zhang Ziyu exclaimed, "You're saying she's not the Emperor Son? But the White Emperor?"

Everyone was startled once again.

The White Emperor was also taken aback for a moment.

Spirit Jade almost died laughing.

A young man from an Ancient Family had come to Monster Emperor City to propose marriage but ended up flirting with the White Emperor en route.

Liu Dayao, hearing his Young Master's exclamation, almost fainted from fright. He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the composed White Emperor and, seeing no emotional fluctuations, secretly relaxed.

He said in a trembling voice, "Young Master, could you please keep your voice down?"

But Zhang Ziyu didn't believe it, saying confidently, "Impossible! You're trying to make me die of laughter! A dignified Emperor Realm powerhouse concealing their identity at their own doorstep?"

Liu Dayao: "..."

"Tell me, if that's not brain-damaged, what is? Why would the White Emperor hide her identity? Could it be that someone is about to invade Monster Emperor City? But who would dare? Who? You?" Zhang Ziyu curled his lip, bombarding Liu Dayao with mocking questions.

Then, looking at the White Emperor, he continued, "Look at her! Where does she have even a speck of the White Emperor's dignity?"

Liu Dayao wanted to die.

So did the other Saint Kings behind him.

Even if the person before them wasn't the White Emperor, she was definitely a terrifyingly powerful expert.

Young Master!

This isn't the Huangzhou continent!

"Have any of you ever seen an Emperor Realm powerhouse hiding their identity at their own doorstep?" Zhang Ziyu's gaze swept over the bystanders. "You haven't, have you?"

The bystanders all recoiled. What does this have to do with me?

"So, she couldn't possibly be the White Emperor," Zhang Ziyu stated with certainty. "She must be the Emperor Son Yue Wuxia."

The debonair young master waved his bone fan and swiftly approached the White Emperor, a brilliant smile blooming on his handsome face, exuding charm and elegance. He teased, "Hey, little lady, please reveal the Great Tao Principles you possess."

The White Emperor shook her head. "No, thank you."

"Naughty..." Zhang Ziyu chuckled. "No wonder you've caught this Young Master's eye. So demure and shy! You remind me of a bashful rose, just beginning to bloom."

The White Emperor: "???"

"I like you even more now," Zhang Ziyu winked. "Even though you can't reveal any Great Tao Principles, your refusal is so utterly convincing."

I... @%...@&...@@#

The White Emperor was furious.

Does this person have some serious illness? He came over, insisted she was the Emperor Son, then hit on her relentlessly. After that... he insulted her, calling her brain-damaged and comparing her to a rose? Now he's asking her to reveal her Great Tao Principles! She had refused. She was afraid that revealing them would scare this fool to death.

But Zhang Ziyu, eyes wide, had said, "You don't have Great Tao Principles, yet even your refusal is so convincing?"

What did that mean? Was he saying she didn't have them, but was pretending she did? But... You were the one who insisted she was Yue Wuxia, weren't you? And you were also the one who denied she was the White Emperor, weren't you?

The White Emperor's face darkened, her expression quite unsightly.

The main thing was, she really *was* the White Emperor, and she *had* concealed her identity right at her own doorstep. If she revealed it now, wouldn't she become the 'brain-damaged' person Zhang Ziyu had described?

"Young man, if you don't know how to talk, then talk less. It's for your own good," Spirit Jade said, glancing sideways and stifling a smile.

Oh? There's another one here...

Zhang Ziyu looked at her with a grin. "You must be the Emperor Son's attendant, right?" Without waiting for Spirit Jade to respond, he quickly produced a stalk of The King of Medicine. "A small gift for you."

Spirit Jade was stunned.

Zhang Ziyu chuckled. "Could you perhaps step aside and amuse yourself?"

Spirit Jade's face darkened. "No."

"Naughty..." Zhang Ziyu smiled faintly, folding his bone fan. "You know this Young Master's identity and background, hence you refuse my gift. But in reality, you want more, don't you?"

Then, he took out a second stalk of The King of Medicine. "Two stalks. Now, go and play!"

Spirit Jade: "..."

"Ah, such insight! You know this Young Master is the legendary Son of the Fate Energy, who has gathered countless Great Opportunities in the Huangzhou continent. How could I possibly have only two stalks of The King of Medicine?" Seeing her unmoved, Zhang Ziyu continued with a gentle smile, "Are four stalks enough? How about I throw in a Great Saint-level Weapon as well?"

Spirit Jade remained silent, her gaze sweeping past the White Emperor, as if to say, See? That Chen Pingping fellow is really not bad... Apart from his origins and background being a bit problematic, overall he's countless times better than this Zhang Ziyu! At the very least, Chen Pingping is normal.

The White Emperor's gaze was cold; she was already very annoyed.

Zhang Ziyu seemed not to notice this, still smiling to himself as he said, "I have to admit, since this Young Master entered the Southern Diaspora, you are the only ones who have managed to see through my true capabilities."

The White Emperor was too calm. Even when her emotions fluctuated, she quickly concealed them.

She didn't want to become 'brain-damaged.' Secondly, she was even less willing to let others know that she was about to infiltrate the Human Clan.

But in Zhang Ziyu's eyes, this Disciple, Miss Yue Wuxia, must have heard stories about him and was inwardly overjoyed, yet too embarrassed to express it. Therefore, her concise replies were actually a sign of her modesty. And it was the same with Spirit Jade. If an ordinary person saw even one stalk of The King of Medicine, wouldn't they go mad with excitement? Yet she was completely unfazed. What did that imply? It implied that both master and servant knew his identity, knew that he was Zhang Ziyu, the Son of the Fate Energy! Therefore... their calmness was actually a tactic. Playing hard to get! He understood this principle all too well.

Cold sweat dripped down Liu Dayao's back again; a foreboding premonition lingered in his heart.

"A keen eye for recognizing talent..." Zhang Ziyu praised, his demeanor still debonair.

He didn't mind the two women "playing hard to get." On the contrary, he admired their actions, for they had discerned his astonishing identity and background in just a few short minutes. Quite impressive. They possessed a modicum of wisdom. Moreover, he wasn't afraid of them wanting more; he only feared them wanting nothing at all. After all, he was the Son of the Fate Energy! The treasures he could pull out were practically piled up like a mountain. Heh-heh! This was in the bag.

However, Zhang Ziyu seemed to have overlooked one thing: discerning his origins and identity? Wasn't he the one who had just revealed all that himself?