Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 993 - Zhuge Yan’s Hatred

When Lin Xian’er saw Chen Fan, she waved her hand with a charming smile.

“You’re here, Young Master Chen.”

Chen Fan walked over, momentarily dazed by her stunning beauty. Regaining his composure, he asked, “May I know why you have invited me?”

Lin Xian’er smiled and said, “Must there be a reason? Can’t I simply invite Young Master Chen for tea and a chat?”

She even rolled her eyes at Chen Fan as she spoke, feigning bitterness. Chen Fan’s heart skipped a beat, not knowing what she wanted.

“You jest, Saintess. If word of this spreads, I fear it may affect your reputation.”

Lin Xian’er chuckled. “If I’m not afraid, why should Young Master Chen be?”

She poured a cup of tea for him.

Chen Fan hesitated, growing more cautious. Is her personality as unpredictable as that demonic woman, Xuan Shitong?

Lin Xian’er saw through Chen Fan’s caution and said with a smile, “No need to be so uptight, Young Master Chen. I have admired you for some time.”

He turned pale with fright and hurriedly said, “You’re kidding me, Saintess. If there’s nothing else, I shall take my leave first.”

He turned to go.

“Alright, I won’t tease you any longer.” Lin Xian’er’s demeanor changed. The playful air vanished, replaced by the dignified, pure presence she maintained before others. “Don’t you wish to know about Qin Yao?”

Chen Fan’s foot, already stepping forward, froze in midair. In an instant, he turned, his gaze sharp as a wild beast’s. “What did you say?”

Lin Xian’er picked up her cup of tea, took a sip, met Chen Fan’s gaze, and said slowly, “Qin Yao, your senior sister.”

Chen Fan narrowed his gaze and said somewhat coldly, “How do you know about that?”

Lin Xian’er furrowed brows, displeased by Chen Fan’s tone. Her voice turned slightly cold. “You don’t need to know that. If you don’t care about her, leave now.”

Swish.

Chen Fan sat down, picked up his cup, and said to Lin Xian’er, “I was somewhat impudent earlier, I ask for your forgiveness, Saintess.”

“Not leaving anymore?” Lin Xian’er said with a vague smile.

Feigning ignorance, Chen Fan replied, “How could I leave when I have the honor of spending time alone with the Saintess? I’m sure many would be jealous.”

“Hoho, you have a rather glib tongue.” Lin Xian’er smiled.

Chen Fan said seriously, “Saintess called me here to talk about Senior Sister, right?”

Lin Xian’er blinked and said, “Talk about who? I forgot.”

Chen Fan’s face twitched, his mind filled with exasperation.

Is this really the high and mighty saintess? Why does it feel like she’s a little girl throwing a tantrum?

Chen Fan braced himself and said, “What do I have to do for Saintess to remember?”

“If you make me happy, I might suddenly remember it,” Lin Xian’er said.

Even more black lines appeared on Chen Fan’s forehead.

As a result, for the next few days, aside from helping Zhuge Qingfeng refine the Dragon Demon Blood Poison, he found himself regularly visiting Lin Xian’er’s palace hall.

One day, after Chen Fan recovered, he was about to head to her residence again.

“Say, Little Junior Brother, you’ve been going to the Medicine King Valley’s saintess’ place every day now... Is there something going on between you two?” Zhu Yue said with a wink.

Chen Fan suddenly froze mid-step, and his face twitched.

Di Chen and the others exchanged knowing glances, their expressions filled with amusement.

Chen Fan said with an ugly expression, “You guys are thinking too much.”

“Hahahaha, no need to be shy, Little Junior Brother. The saintess is the number one beauty in the world. Countless people dream of winning her heart, yet you, of all people, managed to steal it. Haha, as expected of someone from our Peerless Peak. I admire you.”

Chen Fan’s face turned darker. Explaining would only make things worse, so he chose to ignore them.

These past few days had been nothing short of torment.

Lin Xian’er found every excuse to avoid telling him anything about Qin Yao. Left without a choice, he could only brace himself and endure her games—all for Qin Yao’s sake.

Looking at Chen Fan’s departing figure, Zhu Yue laughed, “Haha, look at him running off. What’s there to be afraid of? The saintess is quite a good match for him, whether it is her status or appearance. If the two of them get together, it’d be a match made in heaven.”

Huang Wuji, Di Chen, and the others nodded in agreement one after another.

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Meanwhile, at Prince Jing’s Mansion, the atmosphere was heavy.

The once proud and carefree Zhuge Yan had finally recovered from his severe injuries, but his expression remained dark and brooding, no longer exuding the unconstrained temperament from before.

He had turned into a laughingstock at the coliseum several days ago.

Zhuge Yan trembled when he thought of it, emitting an incomparably gloomy aura.

Two people came before Zhuge Yan to report the news.

“Prince, for the past few days, that brat Chen Fan has been visiting the sovereign’s chambers daily. After that, he returns to his residence before heading to the saintess’ quarters.”

Nothing that had transpired over the past few days escaped the watchful eyes and ears of the Prince Jing Mansion.

Zhuge Yan did not think Chen Fan could help Zhuge Qingfeng get rid of the poison. So, his focus was elsewhere—on the interactions between Chen Fan and Lin Xian’er.

He knew that Lin Xian’er had taken the initiative to invite Chen Fan to her residence. That alone was enough to unsettle him.

But what truly ignited his fury was the fact that, day after day, Chen Fan continued visiting her. When he thought of them spending time alone, Zhuge Yan would feel a chill in his heart, and killing intent would flash inside him.

When the people of the sovereign’s faction had invited the Medicine King Valley, Zhuge Yan also carried strong hostility against them.

But that changed the moment he laid eyes on Lin Xian’er.

He wanted to conquer this ethereal beauty—the saintess who seemed untouchable, a woman who could leave the world in awe. He wanted to make her his.

After all, Zhuge Yan considered himself extraordinary, being the son of the Holy Spirit Ancient Nation’s Prince Jing. Moreover, he had an innate lightning body, and an extraordinary bloodline, and was a prodigy from the Sun Moon Divine Sect.

He was destined for greatness. One day, the mighty Holy Spirit Ancient Nation would be his to rule.

Lin Xian’er was the Medicine King Valley’s saintess with devastating beauty. She was the woman the heavens had bestowed upon him.

Zhuge Yan was indeed extraordinary. His obsession ran so deep that he willingly cast aside his hostility toward the Medicine King Valley, even though they had come to aid his enemies.

For her sake, he treated them with the utmost respect.

For her sake, he endured it all.

Even so, Lin Xian’er remained distant, her demeanor cold and unyielding, like a plum that stands proudly in the chilling snow, pure and holy, yet proud and aloof.

And that, more than anything, ignited Zhuge Yan’s desire to conquer her.

This was the woman he wanted to obtain—proud, untouchable, and revered by all.

If he could conquer her, he would be envied by countless others.

As such, he was not in a hurry at all.

But then—Chen Fan appeared. Day after day, he entered her residence. Again and again. And each time, it chipped away at Zhuge Yan’s patience.

He even wondered if something had already happened between Chen Fan and Lin Xian’er.

The mere thought sent a shudder through him.

How could the woman he, Zhuge Yan, had set his sights on—his destined prize—be taken by someone else? Worse yet, by Chen Fan, whom he hated the most?

Whenever the idea crossed his mind, jealousy roared within him like an uncontrollable blaze.

“Bitch, I thought you were pure and holy.” Zhuge Yan slammed his palm on the chair beside him, shattering it.

Thinking of that devastating beauty, feeling pleasure under Chen Fan, Zhuge Yan’s face became hideous.

“Bitch, I’ll make you regret it!

“And Chen Fan, you damned son of a bitch, I want you dead. I will make sure of it!”

Zhuge Yan’s eyes flickered with incomparable hatred as he let out a roar.