Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny
Chapter 1363 - 1360: Beauty’s Miasma (4th Update)

Chapter 1363: Chapter 1360: Beauty’s Miasma (4th Update)

Moments later, Leng Boceng’s heart was completely consumed by fury.

And the last shred of his rationality was shattered by the glance Song Jingyue secretly cast toward Xue An.

Since you’ve forsaken all decency, don’t blame me for being ruthless!

With that thought, Leng Boceng discreetly pulled out a small black vial from his pocket, hiding it in his palm, waiting for a chance to pour its contents into Song Jingyue’s wine glass.

Xue An, who had been sipping his drink alone, suddenly revealed a flash of cold light in his eyes, but before he could act—

The beaded curtain of the private room was abruptly lifted, and two Ghost Race members stumbled out, laughing loudly as they made their way outside with unsteady steps.

Out of instinctive fear toward the Ghost Race, Leng Boceng’s movements froze.

As luck would have it, the two Ghost Race members were clearly drunk out of their minds. As they staggered past Leng Boceng, one of them veered unexpectedly and collided directly with him.

And in an unfortunate twist, the collision happened to be with the hand holding the black vial.

Crack!

After a barely perceptible snapping sound, a faint red smoke rose from the palm of Leng Boceng’s hand, spiraling into his wrist before disappearing completely.

Leng Boceng let out a terrified scream.

But just as his scream escaped his lips, the Ghost Race member who had bumped into him turned furious and slapped him hard across the face.

"Damn, how dare you block my way!"

The slap was merciless.

In an instant, a prominent handprint appeared on Leng Boceng’s face.

"Hah! You lot from the pathetic Human Clan, who survive only because we Ghost Race bestow power upon you, dare to come here and ruin my mood?" Another Ghost Race member spat angrily.

That wasn’t mockery anymore—it was blatantly humiliating.

Yet even so, Leng Boceng didn’t dare show a hint of defiance. He simply stood there hollow-eyed, fearfully staring at the two Ghost Race members.

While he did not react, Song Jingyue, seated nearby, could no longer hold back.

She slapped the table sharply and yelled, "What do you mean by that? And it was you who bumped into him first, so why are you turning it around on us?"

Although she had no fondness for her senior brother, protecting the honor of her sect compelled the young girl to speak up righteously.

But upon hearing her words, the two Ghost Race members weren’t angered; instead, their faces lit up with malicious glee as they exchanged a sly glance and began laughing eerily.

"Well, well, we didn’t notice earlier—there’s such a lovely young girl here!"

"Indeed! Especially with all that Primordial Yin Qi... it’s enough to make a ghost drool!"

The two Ghost Race members spoke while grinning wickedly, the expressions on their faces oozing lust.

Song Jingyue’s face turned pale, and she shouted furiously, "I suggest you watch your mouths and show some respect!"

"Respect? Hahaha, do you think pathetic humans like you deserve our respect?" one Ghost Race member sneered.

"Exactly. Be obedient and come with us. If we extract your Primordial Yin Qi, we might even spare your life. Otherwise... hmph!" the other Ghost Race member laughed coldly.

Angered beyond measure, Song Jingyue raised her hand and hurled two Ghost Conscript Talismans directly at the Ghost Race members.

She practiced the Dao of White Bone—a Yin-based cultivation technique. Though she was young, her extraordinary talent combined with these powerful talismans, personally bestowed by her master, lent her strikes formidable strength.

But just as the talismans neared, before they could detonate, one of the Ghost Race members smacked them away with a single hand, shattering them instantly.

"Feisty little girl! But have you forgotten where you are? This is the Ghost Realm!" sneered the Ghost Race member, raising his hand to summon a massive black palm that appeared behind Song Jingyue, grabbing her into midair.

Song Jingyue struggled desperately, but the giant palm clenched tightly, binding her completely and rendering her immobile.

For the first time, fear flickered across Song Jingyue’s face.

The two Ghost Race members burst into laughter. "Let’s see how feisty you can be now, little girl!"

The laughter echoed, and the patrons at surrounding tables quickly retreated with terrified expressions.

Song Jingyue couldn’t help but look toward her senior brother for help.

But Leng Boceng sat frozen in his chair, his face shifting between green and white, his eyes brimming with fear.

Watching this, despair gripped Song Jingyue’s heart.

Would she truly fall victim to these two Ghost Race members today?

At this moment, the two Ghost Race members stepped closer, maliciously reaching out to touch Song Jingyue’s face and body.

But just then, a streak of white light flew through the air with unimaginable speed and pierced straight through the heads of the two Ghost Race members.

Thud, thud!

With two muffled sounds, the bodies of the Ghost Race members shattered into countless pieces, dissolving into pure black qi.

In an instant, even the black qi vanished completely, evaporating into the air.

A crisp clink followed—a white porcelain wine cup dropped to the ground and trembled faintly.

The sequence of events unfolded so swiftly that the Ghost Race members didn’t even have the chance to scream before they were obliterated.

The "weapon" was merely that white porcelain wine cup.

Meanwhile, the perpetrator had vanished, and Song Jingyue, freed from the grip, fell back down.

But no one paid attention to her—all eyes were fixed on the porcelain wine cup lying on the floor.

Only Song Jingyue stared in shock at the table where Xue An was seated.

Moments earlier, she had glimpsed the flash of white light emanating from Xue An’s hand.

At that instant, the Vermilion Pavilion erupted into chaos. Guests finally came to their senses, scrambling away in terror.

After all, the victims were Ghost Race members. Who would dare get involved?

Xue An calmly stood, offered the stunned girl a faint smile, and then turned to leave.

Song Jingyue gazed in confusion at Xue An’s departing figure. A moment later, she snapped to her senses, shivered, and hurried after him.

After taking a few steps, she glanced at Leng Boceng huddled in the corner, trembling violently. Her eyes filled with icy disdain as she barked, "Get up!"

Leng Boceng flinched, scrambled to his feet, and sheepishly followed Song Jingyue out.

But once outside, his shaking worsened, his face flushed red, and sweat poured from his body.

Before Song Jingyue could figure out what was happening, Leng Boceng suddenly shouted, "I can’t take it anymore!"

With a crazed cry, he dashed into a back alley behind the Vermilion Pavilion, tearing at his clothes as he ran.

Song Jingyue chased him for a few steps, but seeing the mounting chaos around her, she stomped her foot in frustration and left hurriedly.

Xue An stood by the window, listening to the sounds of mayhem and Leng Boceng’s deranged screams from the alley. He smirked coldly.

"A Beauty Miasma? Such a vile tactic. Truly, you’ve brought this upon yourself!"