“I’ve already dropped such obvious hints, and this guy still doesn’t get it?” Snow Yue glared at Ian Song, a little annoyed. “What I mean is, if we act more intimate, William Nangong will realize I already have someone I like. That way, he’ll give up and stop pestering me!”
“Snow, you’re thinking too simply. Do you really think William Nangong is the kind of guy who’s so easy to fool?” Ian Song suddenly got serious. “If you ask me, if we actually do this, not only will he not let go, but it’ll probably provoke him and make him harass you even more.”
Hearing this, Snow Yue thought it over and realized Ian Song had a point. William Nangong was arrogant and full of himself—this might really backfire.
“So what should I do?”
Snow Yue looked at Ian Song, completely at a loss.
“Make the fake real!” Ian Song said.
“How do we make the fake real?” Snow Yue pressed.
“Uh…” Ian Song hesitated, looking a bit conflicted.
“Just say it!” Snow Yue urged.
“Let’s be clear—if I say it, you’re not allowed to get mad.”
Snow Yue nodded emphatically. “Okay, I won’t get mad. As long as William Nangong stops bothering me, that’s all I want.”
“Really not mad?” Ian Song pressed again.
“Why are you, a grown man, so wishy-washy? Just spit it out.” Snow Yue was getting impatient.
“Alright then.” Ian Song nodded. “My plan is to make William Nangong mistakenly believe we’ve already crossed that last line as man and woman. No guy can accept the woman he likes has already lost her virginity to someone else. Once William finds out, he definitely won’t chase you anymore!”
Hearing Ian Song talk about 'losing it' over and over, Snow Yue’s pretty face turned slightly red, feeling both awkward and a bit strange inside.
“Fine, I’ll go tell him right now that you and I already…!”
As she spoke, Snow Yue got up to leave, but Ian Song reached out and pulled her back.
He reminded her, “Don’t rush, Snow. I guarantee, if you just go say that to William Nangong, he definitely won’t believe you.”
“Then what would make him believe it?”
“Obviously, we need to do something that’ll make him misunderstand!”
“So what do you want to do?”
Ian Song lowered his voice and whispered in Snow Yue’s ear, “Here’s what we could do…”
After hearing Ian Song’s plan, Snow Yue’s cheeks were completely red. She glared at Ian, annoyed. “Leon Huang, are you just trying to take advantage of me?”
“Heaven knows I’m innocent!” Ian Song waved his hands. “I’m just trying to help you, Snow. If you don’t trust me, then forget it!”
“Don’t you dare!” Snow Yue blurted out.
“Then you tell me what to do.” Ian Song said, exasperated.
“I need to think about it first. That’s enough for today, I’m leaving!”
Watching Snow Yue hurry off, Ian Song couldn’t help but smile playfully.
As soon as Snow Yue left, Ian Song’s figure flickered and vanished from the spot.
Moments later, Ian Song appeared on the far side of the Blood River.
The Strongarm Bull Devils’ army of more than 2.2 million troops had almost all arrived.
The camps, packed with over two million soldiers, stretched on endlessly—a dark mass with no visible end.
Using Clairvoyant Vision, Ian Song quickly located the main command tents.
There were three command tents—belonging to the First Prince Ironhorn, the Third Prince, and Prince Darius Ironhorn.
The three tents formed a triangle, each guarded by hidden experts. Even with the Art of Great Teleportation, Ian Song didn’t dare teleport in recklessly—Martial Saints’ senses were just too sharp.
So, trying to sneak Martial Saints into the Strongarm Bull Devils’ camp like last time was out. With over two million Bull Devil soldiers, even thirty Martial Saints could get trapped—and the enemy had their own Saints standing guard. If thirty Martial Saints went in, none of them would be coming back.
Thinking of his suspicions, Ian Song used Clairvoyant Vision to lock onto Prince Darius Ironhorn’s tent.
Right then, Prince Darius was cultivating, absorbing massive amounts of spiritual energy. His strength was probably already at mid-to-late Martial Saint.
And with the Bull Devils’ monstrous bodies and brute strength, Prince Darius’s power could match the Human race’s top Martial Saints.
Ian Song patiently watched for half an hour before Prince Darius finally finished training and called out to someone outside his tent.
Soon, three young Human girls were led into Prince Darius’s tent.
Ian Song didn’t think Prince Darius meant to humiliate the girls—the difference in size was just too great. Each girl was only about 1.6 meters tall, while Prince Darius was over five meters. Even sitting, he still towered over them.
Next, a Bull Devil attendant entered carrying a tray.
On the tray was a dagger and a large golden cup.
The three girls, faces blank, stepped forward. One picked up the dagger, cut her wrist, and let her blood flow into the golden cup.
After a while, the girl stepped back and bandaged her wound herself. Her arm was covered in scars—clearly, this wasn’t her first time bleeding.
The second girl stepped forward and did the same.
When all three had finished, the golden cup was filled to the brim.
The girls were deathly pale after losing so much blood.
Prince Darius waved his hand, and someone quickly led the girls away. The attendant brought the golden cup to Prince Darius.
Prince Darius took the golden cup, raised it to his lips, and drank. He nodded to himself, apparently satisfied.
Seeing this, Ian Song’s eyes flashed with murderous intent.
Raising humans just to harvest their blood—the Devil race truly treated humans like livestock. It was disgusting.
After finishing his cup of fresh blood, Prince Darius wiped his mouth and left his tent, heading for the First Prince’s command tent.
The First Prince was a head taller than Prince Darius, and radiated an air of authority.
“Big Brother, our mission this time isn’t easy. Do you think we can pull it off?” Prince Darius sat down in front of the First Prince, sounding worried.
“This is a direct order from Father. No matter what, we must complete it!” the First Prince said seriously, though he looked concerned too.
Ian Song kept them in view with Clairvoyant Vision, lip-reading their conversation. He thought to himself that the three-prince alliance really was pushed by Emperor Magnus Ironhorn. But what exactly was the mission they mentioned?
Unfortunately, the two princes kept talking for a long time but never mentioned the mission again, leaving Ian Song disappointed.
After monitoring for another half hour and finding nothing new, Ian Song returned to Blood River City, frustrated.
The next morning, Fiona Li and five others arrived at Ian Song’s courtyard, looking refreshed and energized.
Ian Song summoned Royal Inkstone and then used the Art of Great Teleportation to bring all six with him.
Royal Inkstone had already reached late Grandmaster level. With the Art of Great Teleportation, it could instantly travel a thousand miles and carry up to ten people at once.
So, before long, Ian Song had brought six Martial Saints to the outskirts of Prince Darius’s royal city.