Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny
Chapter 1366 - 1363: Dance, the Dagger Appears (First Update)

Chapter 1366: Chapter 1363: Dance, the Dagger Appears (First Update)

As soon as Wen Muling and the group of ladies appeared on the stairs leading to the high platform, the once-silent crowd immediately erupted into chatter.

"It’s Miss Wen from the Vermilion Pavilion!"

"They actually showed up too!"

"It looks like they’ve also been invited by the Destined Ghost Monarch!"

The crowd murmured in animated discussion.

Song Jingyue widened her eyes as she gazed upon the scene. Though she was also a woman, the sight of Wen Muling, dressed in a splendid gown and appearing as ethereal as a celestial maiden, took her breath away and left her awestruck.

However, her master, Wen Lingcui, let out a faint sigh at that moment. "She’s also from the Human Clan... what a pity!"

"Master, what do you mean by ’what a pity’?" Song Jingyue asked, confused.

Wen Lingcui shook her head and did not elaborate further.

Meanwhile, Wen Muling led the group of ladies up to the high platform and gracefully bowed deeply before the Destined Ghost Monarch.

"Greetings to the Ghost Monarch!"

The Destined Ghost Monarch chuckled. "No need for such formality!"

He then turned his head to Ren Tianyun, smiling, and said, "My lord, what do you think...?"

He didn’t finish his sentence, as Ren Tianyun gave a slight shiver, snapping out of his mesmerized state of awe, and nodded. "Excellent!"

The Destined Ghost Monarch smiled smugly to himself and remained silent, bowing deeply.

For he knew, this move was a masterstroke!

At this moment, Ren Tianyun appraised the demure and composed Wen Muling. After a few moments, a playful smile appeared on his face.

"What is your name?"

Wen Muling said nothing.

The Destined Ghost Monarch quickly interjected, "My lord, this is Miss Wen Muling from the Vermilion Pavilion of Destiny City."

As he spoke, he turned to Wen Muling and said, "Miss Wen, this is the esteemed young master from the depths of the Ghost Realm, of the illustrious Ren Family. Do not be negligent; pay your respects!"

Wen Muling still did not raise her head. She simply curtsied lightly, saying, "Greetings, Young Master Ren."

Her voice was soft and enchanting, causing an itch in Ren Tianyun’s heart.

While the depths of the Ghost Realm certainly housed its share of beautiful women, it was rare to see a Human Clan woman exuding such elegant grace.

A trace of greed flickered in Ren Tianyun’s eyes as he let out a chuckle. "Wen Muling... what a lovely name! But tell me, how do you plan to honor Destined’s birthday celebration today?"

"We shall perform a dance," Wen Muling replied, her head bowed.

"A dance? Excellent, then allow me the pleasure of witnessing Miss Wen’s graceful performance!" At this moment, Ren Tianyun acted the part of a cultured and refined gentleman, showing no trace of the typical savagery associated with the Ghost Race.

To him, Wen Muling was clearly a woman worth a touch of effort and consideration.

Thus, he maintained his calm and genial demeanor.

Joy flashed in the Destined Ghost Monarch’s eyes.

Truly, no matter the race or the strength of the individual, all men are alike when faced with beauty!

At this moment, the group of ladies from the Vermilion Pavilion slowly spread out, each holding a musical instrument, standing silently.

Wen Muling stepped into the center of the platform.

Suddenly!

The sound of a drum reverberated through the air!

Wen Muling gracefully extended her delicate hands, suddenly lifted her eyes, and began to dance.

The entire courtyard fell silent. The crowd gradually widened their eyes, their faces revealing expressions of astonishment and amazement.

With every swaying step of her dance, the splendid gown Wen Muling wore seemed to come alive, swirling and blooming like vibrant and dazzling flowers, capturing the hearts and souls of the audience.

Ren Tianyun was also taken aback. He had assumed that this so-called dance performance was merely a gimmick, but to his surprise, her movements were truly captivating and soul-stirring.

As he continued to watch, an intoxicated look involuntarily appeared on his face.

Seeing this, the Destined Ghost Monarch leaned closer and murmured in a lowered voice, "My lord, what do you think?"

"Excellent," Ren Tianyun replied softly, his gaze fixed on the dancing figure.

"If my lord is pleased, then I shall present this woman to you as a tribute," the Destined Ghost Monarch offered.

"Oh? Wouldn’t that be... inappropriate?" Though he said this, the broad smile on Ren Tianyun’s face betrayed his true feelings.

"If my lord favors her, it would be her honor. Besides, her Vermilion Pavilion has been prospering in my Destiny City for many years under my protection. It’s only fitting for her to offer something in return this time!" the Destined Ghost Monarch said with a chuckle.

"In that case, I graciously accept!" Ren Tianyun’s smile grew even brighter.

At the side, Tan Feiwen let out a faint snort but remained silent.

To her, while she despised the crooked dealings of Ren Tianyun and the Destined Ghost Monarch, she had no interest in meddling over what happened to a lowly Human Clan woman.

Meanwhile, as the drumbeats intensified, Wen Muling’s movements grew faster and faster. With the sharp, thunderous steps of her dance, she drew closer and closer to Ren Tianyun.

Ren Tianyun watched with a chuckle, seemingly oblivious to the escalating danger.

But at that moment, Wen Muling suddenly shouted, "Now!"

With her shout, the drumbeat came to an abrupt halt, replaced by the metallic clash of weapons.

The women, who had been holding the musical instruments, suddenly pulled crimson longswords out of their instruments and began launching deadly strikes against the nearby guards.

Slashing sounds rang out.

Several Ghost Race guards let out bloodcurdling screams before being torn apart by the enchanted power imbued within the crimson longswords, which had been specifically designed to subdue evil spirits.

However, the guards weren’t defenseless; they soon encircled the women, and a fierce battle erupted.

Wen Muling ignored the chaos. In fact, the moment she had yelled, she had already sprung into action.

In mid-air, Wen Muling’s gaze sharpened. Reaching behind her head, she swiftly plucked out two hairpins. With a flick of her hands, they transformed into a gleaming petite sword, which she aimed directly at Ren Tianyun.

Ren Tianyun didn’t move. Instead, he coldly watched Wen Muling charge toward him, a mocking smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Wen Muling was incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, she was right before Ren Tianyun. Yet, before the petite sword in her hands could reach him, he let out a chilly laugh.

"You think this is enough to harm me?"

As he spoke, a surge of potent ghostly energy erupted forth, instantly shattering the petite sword into pieces. The residual force hurled Wen Muling far back.

Watching this, Ah Qing and the others, still locked in battle with the guards, gasped in alarm. "Protector!"

But they were barely holding their own against the guards, relying entirely on the advantage of their enchanted weapons. They had no way to assist Wen Muling.

Wen Muling’s body hurtled toward the edge of the high platform.

At that moment, the enraged Destined Ghost Monarch, who had finally snapped out of his shock, roared, "How dare you attempt to assassinate Lord Ren! Die!"

With a wave of his robe, a massive black claw materialized around Wen Muling, descending upon her mercilessly.

But just as the claw was about to strike, Wen Muling’s hair suddenly flew into the air, her falling body suspending mid-air. Around her, thin black threads began to emerge and dance.

Seeing this, both Ren Tianyun, who had been confidently watching with plans to destroy her physical form and torment her soul, and the coldly observing Tan Feiwen, were struck with shock. Their expressions changed drastically, and they cried out in alarm.

"Shadow Guard?"