The most beautiful woman in the dynasty? That sounds like fun," Song Yang flashed a playful smile.
Since he had arrived in this world, Song Yang had yet to have fun with any beautiful woman.
Although initially it was because he didn't have enough cultivation, after reaching the cultivation of the royal realm, he stayed in Tianjian City for almost a month just waiting for Chu Xuanzhe to leave the sect.
This is unacceptable for him. You should know that, in his previous life, even as a Mercenary King, when he wasn't fighting and killing, he enjoyed his power and wealth with countless beautiful women on his arm.
But he doesn't like to force himself on girls. However, in his experience, he knows that the body of a woman in despair can easily be obtained simply by solving the problem that caused the despair.
Hearing about the most beautiful woman in the Bihai Dynasty, who seems to be in a desperate situation, he can't help but fantasize in his mind.
After all, being considered the most beautiful of an entire dynasty in a world of cultivators, where most women become extremely beautiful after reaching a certain level of cultivation, is certainly no ordinary beauty.
Not to mention that only the Bihai Dynasty of this world could be compared to the size of the entire planet in its previous life and even slightly surpass it.
Therefore, he imagines how beautiful this Murong Qing'er must be to be considered the most beautiful of all the billions of women in the entire Bihai Dynasty.
Murong Family Mansion
Inside a room in the Murong family mansion, Murong Qing'er is cowering in a corner, with tears in her eyes.
If others saw this scene, they would be heartbroken to see such a beautiful girl in such a state of sadness, and would rush to comfort her.
"Why? Do I have to watch my father die without being able to do anything?" Murong Qing'er spoke to herself sadly.
Over the last few days, she had tried to go to her so-called 'suitors' for help, but they had avoided her as if she were a poisonous snake.
For a girl like Murong Qing'er, who had been hailed as a heavenly beauty since childhood, it was a hard blow.
But compared to her father's life, she didn't care and even stooped to the extreme in search of help, but no one wants to help her.
In fact, no one dares to help her, after all, helping her beg for her father is the same as offending the current emperor.
Everyone knows that Your Majesty is determined to overthrow King Haotian this time. How dare some young people go against the emperor?
"I would do anything, as long as someone could save my father," Murong Qing'er continued to cry. "But after all, what do I have to offer in return, so that someone would risk offending the emperor?"
At that moment, she realized that her beauty, which she had always prided herself on, was finally useless, as was her cultivation talent, hailed as one of the greatest geniuses of the Bihai dynasty.
After all, a genius who hasn't had time to grow is just an ant that can be easily crushed by the truly strong.
"Oh? Anything?" Suddenly, a voice came out, startling her instantly.
"Who are you?" Murong Qing'er looked in shock at the boy who had appeared in her room and was sitting on a chair.
If he hadn't spoken, she wouldn't even have noticed him. She was a cultivator at the initial stage of soul formation and couldn't detect him. What level of cultivation did the boy in front of her have? Divine Transformation? Royal Realm?
But then she thought of something: after her father was arrested, she knew that countless strongmen from the emperor and even from various dynastic forces were watching her all the time.
How had this boy managed to get into her room without being detected by them?
"As long as you sleep with me, I don't mind saving your father's life," Song Yang said bluntly as he looked at the beauty in front of him and, even with his experience of seeing countless beautiful women, he couldn't help but drool.
Murong Qing'er in front of him had a slender figure, with a face that exuded a perfection that seemed to have been meticulously sculpted by a renowned sculptor, due to the current revealing pajamas she was wearing, it was possible to notice her huge breasts and an extremely shapely buttock.
Looking at this, Song Yang's blood seemed to boil at that moment.
"You" Murong Qing'er looked at Song Yang angrily. This boy had sneaked into her room and the first thing he said was that she should sleep with him. She almost wanted to kill him immediately.
But her reason stopped her, partly because of his ability to sneak into her room unnoticed, indicating that his strength was probably superior to hers.
Besides, deep down in her heart, she hoped that this boy might actually have the ability to save her father.
So she couldn't help but think: if this boy could save her father, should she surrender her innocence?
"So only you think you have the ability to save my father from that dog emperor?" Murong Qing'er looked coldly at Song Yang and snorted.
As for cursing the emperor, in her opinion, her father is totally loyal and the emperor framed him to kill him. Should she respect him?
"So that's a yes?" Song Yang asked on hearing this, with a slight smile.
"I didn't say that," Murong Qing'er replied quickly, panicked, her face blushing slightly with embarrassment. She thought to herself: 'Damn it, Murong Qing'er, why didn't you deny it right away?
"In any case, you don't have the ability to save my father," Murong Qing'er said again. At the mention of her father, she couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness, and a crystal tear trickled down from her pretty face.
Looking at the tearful girl in front of him, Song Yang couldn't help but laugh before replying:
"Don't I have the ability to save your father?"
"Let me introduce myself, my name is Song Yang, Master of Shura Palace."
"My identity is enough to save your father?"