Yan Ji, the So-Called Playing Hard to Get
Yan Ji, the So-Called Playing Hard to Get
Inside the ice-cold prison.
Ye Chen and his mysterious Shifu were conversing, discussing how they might find a way to escape this place.
“This matter requires careful, long-term planning. Gu Changge’s origins are terrifying, beyond imagination. Moreover, there are powerful figures hidden behind him. Right now, you cannot clash head-on with him...”
“Speaking of which, you shouldn’t have been so reckless in this matter.”
Ye Chen’s Shifu spoke.
Her name was Yan Ji. Her figure was faint and ethereal, with a pair of bewitching yet beautiful crimson pupils.
At this moment, her devastatingly beautiful face bore a grave expression.
Though she was merely a Remnant Soul, one could still glimpse traces of her former world-toppling elegance.
“I understand, Shifu. I’m sorry.”
Now that Ye Chen had calmed down, he felt somewhat regretful.
He shouldn’t have lost his temper at his beautiful Shifu, shouldn’t have taken his anger out on her.
Fortunately, his Shifu hadn’t been angry. Instead, she had counseled him, which moved him deeply.
As for being reckless, though—
Ye Chen would never admit to that. He had already thought up a counter-strategy back then.
It was just that at the critical moment, his Shifu had slipped up, that was all.
“I understand, Shifu. From today onward, I’ll lie low and bide my time. Once I’ve grown strong enough, I’ll have my chance to slaughter that Gu Changge.”
Ye Chen gritted his teeth and swore.
He had thought it over at length.
In the end, he still didn’t want to give up.
He believed Su Qingge wasn’t acting of her own will—she must have her own difficulties.
Or rather, Gu Changge was coercing her.
This scene made Yan Ji’s delicate brows furrow slightly, and she sighed inwardly.
In her view, Ye Chen’s temperament was still far too immature.
For the sake of a woman, he had offended someone he should never have offended.
And speaking of this matter, Gu Changge hadn’t actually done anything wrong.
The Supreme Stygian Holy Land was simply currying favor with the powerful—could that be blamed on him?
Still, Ye Chen was, after all, the disciple she had personally taken in, and her awakening had only been possible thanks to the spiritual energy he had painstakingly cultivated back then.
So these words, Yan Ji did not say aloud.
“This prison holds quite a few powerful figures. Perhaps that could be a way to escape...”
Ye Chen thought to himself. He wouldn’t just sit around waiting for death.
Since the Supreme Stygian Holy Land had been unjust to him, they couldn’t blame him for being ruthless!
His heart was filled with resentment.
The two conversed in utmost secrecy, little knowing that a pair of indifferent eyes was watching everything from the shadows.
Ming Lao had deliberately concealed his presence.
Though Ye Chen’s Shifu had been powerful in her day, in her current state as a mere Remnant Soul, detecting him was exceedingly difficult.
“The fortuitous opportunity the Young Master spoke of lies with this fellow?”
“A Remnant Soul of a former powerhouse?”
Ming Lao frowned.
No matter how he looked at it, he couldn’t see anything remarkable about this Ye Chen.
Though that ring on his hand was somewhat peculiar.
Faintly, there seemed to be fluctuations of a divine soul within.
And the spiritual sense exchange just now—all of it indicated there was another expert behind Ye Chen.
However, Gu Changge’s instructions to him were merely to observe Ye Chen’s every move and not to interfere in anything else.
So Ming Lao didn’t meddle further.
And in the blink of an eye, three days passed.
The matter of Ye Chen being locked up in the prison seemed to have been forgotten by everyone in the Supreme Stygian Holy Land.
If Gu Changge didn’t bring it up—
who would dare ask?
A mere inner Sect disciple who had offended such an existence—even if he were locked up for life and grew old and died in there, it would be no more than he deserved.
Gu Changge was in a very pleasant mood.
Over these three days, Ming Lao reported everything happening in the prison every day.
Gu Changge had more or less figured out the situation between Ye Chen and his so-called Shifu.
Same old trope.
Just with different people.
The reason Ye Chen had made it this far—aside from his heaven-defying luck—was, the vast majority of the time, entirely thanks to that mysterious Shifu of his.
Without his portable old grandpa, he was nothing.
Although Gu Changge had indeed considered directly snatching Ye Chen’s ring before,
the most likely outcome was that his mysterious Shifu would go all out, risking the annihilation of her Remnant Soul to protect Ye Chen and help him escape.
Add to that the ethereal, intangible Fortuity protecting him.
That approach was too dangerous.
There was practically no chance of pulling it off.
If things went wrong, both he and Ming Lao might end up finished right there.
“Sowing discord and driving wedges between people—actually sounds pretty nice.”
“But for a villain like me, wouldn’t that be too evil?”
“No, no, no—I’m doing this for the Fatums, for the sake of diligent cultivation.”
Utterly righteous and self-justified.
As he pondered all this,
within the great hall, Gu Changge felt a stir of interest, preparing to put his plan into action.
Just then, a guard from outside the hall came to report.
“Daren, the Saintess requests an audience.”
Hearing this, Gu Changge snapped back to attention. The smile on his face faded, replaced by his usual indifference, and he said flatly, “Let her in.”
No matter what, a great villain had to maintain his prestige and bearing.
He had left Su Qingge hanging for three days—it was about time to see her.
In his past life, Gu Changge had, after all, been someone who had browsed thousands upon thousands of web novels.
For a clever female-lead type like Su Qingge—especially once he knew her weakness—
dealing with her was even simpler.
First, grind down her temperament a little.
After all, he wasn’t some simping dog who couldn’t walk straight at the sight of a pretty woman.
And wasn’t there a term for this—playing hard to get?
Just as she teetered on the edge of despair, grant her a sliver of light.
One had to know, these past three days, the Supreme Stygian Archbishop had been shrouded in gloom, sighing incessantly.
As for the reason?
His daughter seemed to have displeased Gu Gongzi.
And the Supreme Stygian Archbishop didn’t dare ask Gu Changge about any of it.
Su Qingge was very filial, and naturally didn’t want to see her father in such a state.
And this was precisely one of the weaknesses Gu Changge held firmly in his grasp.
“Qingge greets Gu Gongzi.”
At that moment, accompanied by a melodious voice,
Su Qingge, her expression somewhat apprehensive, slowly walked into the hall.
She could no longer maintain the composure she once had.