Chapter 98: The Handsome Man Who Forgets Sorrow, Part 1

The Old Patriarch Luo never expected such a mere Level Four cultivator to dare negotiate terms with him, a formidable Level Eight!

He couldn’t help but take a longer look at Situ Tengyi.

Clad in a flowing white robe as pure as freshly fallen snow, exuding an elegant grace, his eyes gleamed with a chilling light, as if a deity had descended to the mortal realm.

He was but a humble Level Four—so why did he radiate such an aura of kingship and dominance?

Old Patriarch Luo was thoroughly discontented!

Who wouldn’t be? When someone clearly much weaker than you emits a presence far stronger, how could you accept it?

His entire body trembled with fury, but since he was covered in blood, the shaking was imperceptible.

“Are you really trying to bargain with me?” Old Patriarch Luo sneered at Situ Tengyi, unleashing his powerful aura once more. He was curious to see how long this insignificant fellow could hold out.

But Situ Tengyi paid no heed to the threat. To him, Old Patriarch Luo was the epitome of foolishness. After failing the first show of force, he thought he could try again? Wasn’t that sheer stupidity? Were it not for the fact that he was the grandfather of Luo Luo, he would have eradicated him long ago instead of letting him swagger here.

Situ Tengyi first turned to soothe the figure behind him, Luo Xia, then lazily looked back at Old Patriarch Luo. “Is there anyone else involved?”

Old Patriarch Luo clenched his fists in anger. “Do you even know what level I am?”

Situ Tengyi tossed out an infuriating retort, “Your level is zero, isn’t it?”

Lower-level cultivators cannot even perceive those above them. Or perhaps he was a novice, without any level at all.

Old Patriarch Luo was furious beyond words. “I am a Level Eight powerhouse. Level Eight! Do you understand? Fool!”

He thought that by revealing his rank, these people would be so terrified they’d fall to their knees and kowtow to him, but both Situ Tengyi and Pang Xiaoyu showed not a trace of fear.

“I am also a Seventh-Rank Alchemist,” Old Patriarch Luo revealed another facet of his identity, thinking surely this would command their respect.

But still, no change in their expressions. If anything, they looked at him with disdain.

Old Patriarch Luo was beside himself with frustration. These people refused to accept his goodwill and defied him openly.

If that was the case, he would not be gentle!

Once he subdued them, he would force them to kowtow and dig up what he desired!

With that thought, he prepared to strike.

Situ Tengyi and Pang Xiaoyu remained as calm as ever.

Just as Old Patriarch Luo was about to make his move, a figure suddenly descended from mid-air.

Clad in a flowing purple robe, exuding an effortless charm, his beauty was utterly captivating.

“The cave-in has trapped us. Saving lives is paramount—why not both sides concede a little?” he suggested.

His voice was extraordinarily pleasant, laced with a subtle, alluring charm.

Luo Xia felt it was the most beautiful voice she had ever heard.

“Luo Luo, this is Soul Entanglement Technique—snap out of it!” A commanding voice suddenly echoed in her mind, breaking her trance.

Instantly, Luo Xia regained full clarity.

Goodness—such a handsome man, yet he practiced such a sinister art?

Yet, from his demeanor, he didn’t seem like a villain.

She recalled that his name was Wang You, the one who had saved Luo Mei from the deadly hands of Luo Yi at Guangju Pavilion.

Situ Tengyi glared at her fiercely. “Luo Luo, remember this: any voice that sounds too beautiful is soul-entangling.”

Luo Xia smiled sweetly at him. “So that means you practice the Soul Entanglement Technique too?”

Situ Tengyi replied solemnly, “Except for my voice. You must remember, in this world, any voice more beautiful than mine must be using soul-entangling arts. Never be captivated, or you will easily fall into illusions!”