049 The Mysterious Female Master Is Enchanting

Yun Feiyue rose lazily to her feet, her brows slightly furrowed, and made her way toward the guest hall.

At that moment, the hall was packed to the brim, a crowd pressing in so tightly that not even water could trickle through. Only when Yun Feiyue reached the door did people come to their senses and clear a path for her.

Inside, Yun Feng and the Yun family’s guards were using force to break up a fight.

“What are you all doing?” Yun Feiyue’s voice was languid, yet an arrogant and unmistakable aura burst forth from her, her gaze sweeping over everyone present.

The combatants were cowed by her presence; silence fell suddenly, as if the clamor had been smothered by the chill of winter. The chaotic brawl ended at once.

“Since you’ve come to my Yun family, you’ll abide by our rules. Put away your wild ways. If you can’t, then get out. Next, you’ll show us your skills.”

At her words, several faces darkened visibly. After all, in the martial world of the Jinge continent, no one dared speak so bluntly to such formidable fighters.

A few arrogant ones turned and left immediately.

Yun Feng made as if to stop them, but seeing the look of utter disdain in Yun Feiyue’s eyes, he let it go. Yun Feiyue knew her grandfather was seeking a master poisoner, not mere fighters, so whether these people stayed or left didn’t matter.

Poisoners all had one inevitable trait—sinister cunning. Someone open and sunny could never master the art of poison. So those swaggering hotheads could leave if they wished.

Besides, in Yun Feiyue’s heart, anyone worthy of being Little Mumu’s master was all but extinct.

A cheerful girl entered at that moment, a brilliant smile at her lips. Dressed in light milan-blue men’s attire that only accentuated her delicate beauty, she wore at her waist eighteen plump jade pendants, each a precious piece. Among them hung a single emerald-green gourd, inside of which...

Yun Feiyue narrowed her eyes, studying the lively girl’s face.

She looked seventeen or eighteen, her features exquisitely beautiful, with a hint of mystery about her. Her mature figure matched exactly Little Mumu’s favorite type.

As expected, Little Mumu, standing off to the side, couldn’t help tugging fiercely at Yun Feiyue’s sleeve, signaling his strong desire for a deeper connection with the young woman.

Yun Feiyue ignored him, swinging elegantly into a chair and crossing her legs. “Now, by the rules, everyone here will engage in a free-for-all. You are not to damage my family’s property. The last one standing is the winner.”

Her declaration sparked another outcry. “What if people gang up on one person? No matter how strong, one can’t fight a crowd—how is that fair?”

Yun Feiyue’s eyes glimmered with amusement as she looked at the speaker, who shuddered and unwillingly fell silent. Fairness, on her turf, was what she decided. Any objections could get lost.

Only then did Yun Feiyue speak, her voice slow: “The contest has already begun. From this moment, you may not leave at will—either walk out on your own or be carried out.”

The newly arrived girl pursed her lips into a smile, her long lashes fluttering. The most efficient way to eliminate a group, after all, was poison.

Almost before anyone could react, the ones who’d objected to Yun Feiyue’s rules suddenly fell to the floor, blood frothing from their mouths, dead before they could utter another word.

Yun Feiyue had already guessed this girl was a poison master, but hadn’t expected her skills to be so deadly—far surpassing any poisoner she’d met. At this level, she could kill without a trace.

The rest, bewildered by the sudden deaths, lost their composure. In that instant, the girl flicked her sleeve, releasing a thick, sweet fragrance through the hall.

By the time anyone realized it was poison, they were already collapsing.

The contest’s speed and violence far exceeded Yun Feiyue’s expectations—it ended almost too quickly.

The girl nudged the unconscious bodies with her toe and smiled, her almond eyes curving beautifully. “Who’d have thought they were so weak to poison.” She looked a bit unsatisfied. “So, does this mean I’ve won?”

Yun Feiyue nodded with great satisfaction. This girl was impressive—apparently, her grandfather had anticipated this outcome.

“Yes, you’ve won. May I ask your name?”

“Oh? You could tell I’m a girl? I’m dressed as a man today!” Luo Yunhuang grinned and walked up to Yun Feiyue. “My name is Luo Yunhuang, from Northern Wastes.”

Yun Feiyue glanced at Yun Hai, signaling him to fetch the prize for the winner and prepare for the apprenticeship ceremony.

But then...

Yun Hai was openly ogling the beauty, and Little Mumu immediately threw himself at her, his dignity scattered to the winds.

“Big Sister, you’re so beautiful, your skin is so soft! Little Mumu wants to take a bite. Are you going to be my master and teach me all kinds of poison arts?” As he spoke, Little Mumu lunged toward Luo Yunhuang’s more notable features.

Yun Feiyue sighed sorrowfully—sons grow up and can’t be kept near, and neither can brothers.

“Second Brother, didn’t you say you liked Princess Night Seven?”

Yun Hai looked unconcerned. “Don’t worry. Princess Night Seven isn’t here. Besides, you don’t like her, right? For my sister’s sake, I’ll make the sacrifice—give up Night Seven and look for new happiness.”

In that moment, Yun Feiyue lost all faith in love. He’d claimed to love Princess Night Seven for over ten years, but now he was giving her up in a heartbeat.

Was this lust clouding judgment? Yun Feiyue sized up the chosen girl again; there was nothing dark or sinister about her looks. But her ruthless use of poison and the faint aura of blood about her—Luo Yunhuang was surely no stranger to killing.

“In half an hour, Luo Yunhuang, come to my quarters,” she said. She would test her personally.