Chapter Seventy-One: The Seductive Beauty

Hua Feng was watching intently when, suddenly, a pair of fair, familiar jade-like hands blocked his view.

“Hey! Brother Hua Feng, don’t let yourself be bewitched by that vixen! Aren’t we here for something important?” Seeing Hua Feng and the surrounding men staring at the woman who had appeared out of nowhere, radiating an aura of enchantment, Yun Meng felt threatened. As she called out, she straightened her chest, refusing to be underestimated. Oh! What a mess—she cursed herself inwardly.

“Alright, Xiao Meng, are you jealous? Haha...” Hua Feng teased.

“No... I am not! Who would be jealous anyway? So what if she’s got a bigger chest! It’s just some extra fat, huh! Press together and you get the same effect.” As she spoke, Yun Meng’s face flushed crimson all the way to her ears. Her voice buzzed like a tiny mosquito, but Hua Feng caught every word.

“Haha, Xiao Meng is so rarely this adorable...” Hua Feng couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction. “Ouch...” The next second, Yun Meng pinched him, making him yelp in pain.

“Greetings. You must be Hua Feng—the hero of the farming clan, thirtieth successor to the Flame Emperor.” The blonde, blue-eyed woman stepped up to Hua Feng, waiting until their playful exchange was done, then met his gaze calmly.

Hua Feng was puzzled. How had news of him leaked so quickly? Was his name and identity so easy to uncover? It seemed everyone knew. And for someone to greet him so boldly right after landing from such a distance—something unusual was afoot. Perhaps this person had sinister motives? Hua Feng dared not jump to conclusions; he could only take things one step at a time. Whatever must come would come; there was no hiding from it.

“Who are you? How do you know us?” Yun Meng asked seriously.

“My name is Myra, maidservant to the Douglas family. You may call me by my Chinese name, Xiao Rui. I’ve been sent here by my master, Duke Zeck, to welcome you. I hope you’ll honor us.” Myra followed Zeck’s instructions, and sometimes directness yielded better results, especially since Zeck hadn’t dealt much with the Chinese before. But tradition held that the Chinese were always moved by virtue; as long as one was open and sincere, the outcome was rarely too awkward.

He believed that since his family had already taken the polar energy, whether or not they would become enemies with the Chinese was yet to be determined. At the very least, he should make his position clear, hold his bottom line before negotiations broke down, and, for now, try to turn as many experts as possible into allies to maximize current benefits.

“Beautiful lady, I must admit you’re truly stunning. But what makes you think we’ll go with you? Is it because your Douglas family is one of the three major vampire clans in the Vatican?” At some point, Dan Qiu Sheng had appeared behind them and spoke up.

“First, thank you for the compliment. Now that you’ve guessed my identity, let me be frank. The missing polar energy from China is in our hands. You could say we took it, but ultimately, we’re just one group among those who conspired to steal your energy. The Duke says, if possible, we’d like to make friends with your Daoist Alliance. As a gesture of goodwill, we’re prepared to return a third of the energy to you. If cooperation goes well, we can help you recover the remaining polar energy.” Myra tightened her leather jacket and spoke quickly.

Due to real-time communication with the Duke, Zeck had changed his plan, hoping to use China’s strength to suppress the remaining Brujah and Gangrel clans. Success would bring more benefits than expected. Although the Douglas family was nominally equal to Brujah and Gangrel, they had always been the lowest of the three clans. With the Pope’s suppression, Douglas was about to be expelled from the Vatican. For this theft of polar energy in China, the Douglas family had gone all out, sending half of their ten young dukes.

Myra carried out her orders without hesitation. From childhood, her life was the Duke’s; whatever he asked, she would do without question.

Hua Feng hardly had time to be surprised that the beautiful woman before him was a vampire—the news of the polar energy seized his attention. But Dan Qiu Sheng was the leader of this expedition, so Hua Feng had to wait for his decision.

Yun Meng focused solely on Hua Feng, afraid the beauty would do something to change their dynamic. She had little concept of vampires, thinking of them as movie monsters. As long as Hua Feng stayed by her side, she feared nothing. Besides, as the daughter of the Snow Lord, she had seen stranger sights, so she wasn’t particularly shocked.

Dan Qiu Sheng had been troubled by the lack of an opening; now, with opportunity delivered to his door, he agreed readily, planning to reconsider in the future. He replied, “I can promise you this: as long as it doesn’t violate our principles, I will help your family. As for the polar energy, we are determined to reclaim it. If you wish to assist, all the better. If not, we’ll recover it ourselves.”

“The Alliance Leader is indeed straightforward! Then, let us go.” Myra turned and led the way.

The group followed after her. Outside the airport, dusk had settled, bathing everything in golden sunlight and lending a peaceful, beautiful air. At the front, Myra was already plotting how to lure Hua Feng to a place where only the two of them would be, to fulfill the Duke’s original wish for transformation.