612 My Name Is Ming Fucheng
“Oh, who is this? Why are you scolding people in this dark forest?”
Ye Chenglin was startled when a voice sounded behind her. She shrieked and nearly jumped. Her heart pounded against her chest.
She turned around and saw a young man smiling at her.
She took a cautious step back, her right hand tightening around the whip that hung from her waist. She looked at the man nervously.
She had been at the Spirit Severing Cliff for a few days. Although she did not know the names of all the guardians, she could remember their appearances. She did not recognize this man.
Who was he, and why was he here?
“Qian Jiyun, that insensitive man, abandoned such a delicate young lady? What a pity. Young lady, do you want to come with me? I’ll guarantee you a good life in the future. How about that?”
The man looked at her with ill intentions and approached her slowly.
“Who… Who are you? Don’t come close! Don’t come close!”
Ye Chenglin wanted to retreat again, but the tree trunk behind her blocked her. She looked at the man before her in horror.
“What’s so good about liking Qian Jiyun? He’s only an advanced Original Soul cultivator. There are plenty of high-level Original Soul Masters in our world. Little beauty, follow me back. I can quickly turn you into an advanced Original Soul cultivator. How about that?”
“You… You’re from another plane?”
Ye Chenglin’s eyes lit up when she heard she could become an advanced Original Soul cultivator.
Qian Jiyun will like me if I become as powerful as him, right? Would he still like An Jiuyue, that useless woman? Of course not. Qian Jiyun will definitely like me.
“Who exactly are you?”
This was the third time she had asked the man.
“You should have heard of my name. My name is Ming Fucheng.” Ming Fucheng’s thin lips curled up slightly as he looked straight at Ye Chenglin.
Although a lowly woman like her was not enough to pique his interest, he was willing to go to such lengths to destroy Qian Jiyun’s camp.
Ye Chenglin had been at Camp Zhan Yun for many years and knew the camp like the back of her hand.
He could deal with Qian Jiyun more easily if he began his plan with Ye Chenglin, right?
“You… You’re from the Yueming Empire. You’re…”
Ye Chenglin’s eyes lit up even more. The Yueming Empire was from a plane above them. She had heard that their people were very powerful.
A man from Yueming Empire actually likes me?
If the man in front of me likes me, why should I care about Qian Jiyun? If 100 Qian Jiyuns show up when I’m stronger, I can trample them all like ants.
“What do you want me to do? Deal with Qian Jiyun?” she asked cautiously.
Ming Fucheng was overjoyed.
Look, this is Qian Jiyun’s subordinate, but she doesn’t even acknowledge her master and calls him by his name.
“You can’t deal with Qian Jiyun yet. But if you become my woman, you’ll soon be able to do that.”
Of course, she would be just one of my many women.