Chapter 225 - Exclusive Group of Elites (2/2)

From now on, he could no longer do everything by himself as he had to focus on his cultivation. These ladies were well-trained and cooperated well. He couldn’t point out any issue with their fighting prowess or efficiency.

Considering this, he turned around and asked, “Do you have something to tell me?”

The leader, a lady who wore a headscarf, stepped forward. Hugging her fist in her other hand, she replied, “Master, I learned that the Immortals’ League has sent two peak Core Forming Realm envoys for you. I estimate that they’ll be here at noon tomorrow.”

Xiao Chen frowned. In the end, what must come would ultimately come.

“Do you need us to kill them? Please decide, Master.”

Xiao Chen raised a hand. “Don’t take any reckless action!” These twelve ladies could easily assassinate two peak Core Forming Realm cultivators, but the matter at hand was so grave. If their involvement was revealed, the consequences would be too dire to even think about.

In the Violet Manor, a cultivator killing the envoys from the Immortals’ League was equivalent to a commoner killing bailiffs from the government in the Human World. It was useless to kill the two envoys anymore. He couldn’t delay the inevitable forever.

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Chen said solemnly, “I have garnered countless enemies and face the threat of death at all times. You ladies are at the peak of your youth; there’s no need for you to risk danger by my side.”

The twelve ladies replied in unison, “We have pledged to serve you as our Master. We won’t complain, come hell or high water!”

“Very well.” Xiao Chen flicked his sleeve. “I’m fortunate enough to have you ladies aid me. For as long as I live, I promise to protect you all!”

The breeze swept the twelve ladies, causing the hair that cascaded down their shoulders to flutter and a faint fragrance to permeate the courtyard. Xiao Chen looked at each of them before saying, “I don’t know what kind of lives you lived before this, but from today onward, I want you to forget your identities. I, Xiao Chen, don’t have subordinates. I only have loyal friends and allies!”

The ladies exchanged glances before responding in unison, “We dare not!”

Xiao Chen took a deep breath. He understood that it would be impossible to make them change a philosophy ingrained deep inside them at such short notice. A gust of wind came, lifting the leader’s headscarf. A single glance at her face was enough to amaze him.

One could say that her face was utterly faultless. Unfortunately, there was a faint scar on the left side of her face. Sensing his gaze, the lady frantically adjusted her headscarf.

Xiao Chen sighed quietly. “If you have no other business, you may leave.” He looked at the leader and the one standing behind her. “You two, stay.”

“Yes, Master!”

The ladies retreated uniformly, leaving two behind. The one on the left was the leader while the one on the right was the youngest-looking lady, who looked uneasy.

“Your orders, Master?” the leader asked.

“Don’t be nervous.” Xiao Chen smiled. “Now that I think about it, I still don’t know your names.”

“I don’t have a name.”

“You don’t have a name?” Xiao Chen frowned. Perhaps she was telling the truth. Perhaps in the past, they didn’t even know the reason why they were alive and no one had ever paid attention to their feelings. Perhaps they had only ever been treated as the strongest assassins of Xiyue State.

“Then your name will be Qingluan from now on.”

She abruptly raised her head, looking stunned. She swiftly adjusted her expression and said, “Master, thank you for granting me a name!”

Xiao Chen smiled and said gently, “You don’t have to address me as your master from now on. You’re all living for yourselves, not for someone else.” He turned to look at the youngest one. “Your name will be Ziyun’er.”

The lady, who looked eighteen, appeared preoccupied since the beginning. She looked like she was thinking hard about something. When she heard Xiao Chen addressing her, she hastily looked up, and a fleeting blush colored her cheeks. Stammering, she said, “Thank you, Mas—”

Before the last word left her mouth, Xiao Chen pressed two fingers together and placed it at her lips. He shook his head at her, prompting her to lower her head and keep quiet.

“That’s all.” Xiao Chen smiled at Qingluan. “Can you tell me how did you get that scar on your face?”