Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2216 - 537: An Unexpected Visitor 2

If a cultivator at the Void-Refining stage were referred to as an "Immortal," it would imply a lifespan spanning millennia, perhaps even tens of thousands of years, even if true eternity remained elusive. The prospect of spending an endless existence with the women he cherished, should they attain such a realm, filled his thoughts.

Furthermore, the idea of effortlessly traversing the heavens, akin to gliding through water – imagine the sheer exhilaration if they were to ascend together... wouldn't that be the epitome of exquisite pleasure?

He allowed his mind to drift briefly, but swiftly reeled it back to the immediate concern: his second aunt.

While a lead had already been secured, having a supplementary strategy always proved advantageous. He turned to Yang Guang, requesting that the Patriarch leverage his connections to pinpoint the precise location of the Mystic Maiden Palace.

Considering the nascent rapport that had formed and Wang Yue's role in saving his son's life, Yang Guang readily agreed without a moment's hesitation. Locating information was a negligible price to pay for such a profound debt.

The banquet was a true spectacle of revelry, where hosts and guests alike indulged to their heart's content, continuing from midday until the sun dipped below the horizon.

It was evident that Yang Village had not experienced such vibrant festivity in a considerable time. An infectious high spirits permeated the air, particularly among the younger generation, who had become utterly devoted to Wang Yue following his relentless barrage of delectable snacks.

Wang Yue found himself once again struck by the sheer depth of a Sacred Land’s established power. Within a village comprising less than two hundred souls, over a hundred individuals had achieved mastery at or beyond the True Qi Convergence Realm.

Essentially, every adult past the age of twenty, barring those entirely unsuited for martial pursuits, had reached this level. Moreover, an impressive contingent of over thirty experts resided within the Heaven Yuan Realm.

A humble village of mere hundreds possessed a formidable assembly of powerhouses that could rival the might of a sprawling metropolis like Tianhai, not even factoring in the presence of several Transcendence masters, who were practically phantoms in the mundane world.

Yet, despite the surge of admiration, an iota of envy did not surface within Wang Yue. He held firm in his conviction that, given sufficient time, he could elevate the three Great Families of Jinling into a force that would not only surpass Yang Village but potentially eclipse even the Supreme Powers themselves. When that day dawned, surrounded by a legion of beauties, each a Transcendence master or even a Void-Refining Immortal, who in this world would dare to oppose him?

With the final drop of wine consumed and the feast concluded, Wang Yue made preparations to depart. His next objective involved collecting Su Muanyue and her daughter, after which they would return to Jinling to establish contact with the enigmatic entity he suspected originated from the Mystic Maiden Palace.

At that precise moment, a young clansman of the Yang family rushed into the courtyard. Without deeming it necessary to lower his voice in Wang Yue's presence, he reported to the Patriarch, "Grandfather, a disciple from the Xuan Su Sect awaits outside, requesting an audience."

"The Xuan Su Sect?" Yang Guang mused, his brow furrowing slightly. As a fellow Sacred Land, the name was familiar, yet no prior interactions had ever occurred between their respective clans. He found himself questioning the sudden appearance of a Xuan Su disciple.

Wang Yue's curiosity was immediately ignited. He leaned forward, inquiring, "Pardon me, young brother – is the visitor a female?"

"Indeed, she is," the young man affirmed with a nod.

Yang Guang directed his gaze towards Wang Yue. "Do you happen to know this individual, young friend?"

"I cannot be entirely certain, but there's a possibility," Wang Yue responded. "Please proceed with receiving her, Patriarch. I shall discreetly observe from the periphery."

Yang Guang inclined his head and gestured for the disciple to escort the visitor inside.

The Xuan Su Sect, much like the Yang family, occupied a mid-tier standing within the hierarchy of Sacred Lands; a lone disciple would not typically warrant the Patriarch's personal reception at the entrance.

Wang Yue excused himself, melting into the shadows. Regardless of whether it was Yu Suxin or not, he was not in a position to meet her directly.

If it were indeed her, her sighting him might cause her to flee instantly. Conversely, if it were an unrelated individual, engaging with her would only introduce unnecessary complications.

Given his history with Yu Suxin, he and the Xuan Su Sect were invariably destined to be adversaries. To foster any semblance of friendship with other members of the sect at this juncture could lead to hesitation when the time inevitably arrived to dismantle their power.

Moments later, the disciple ushered a woman of unparalleled elegance into the courtyard.

Concealed within the embrace of the darkness, Wang Yue felt an electric jolt course through him. It is her! It truly is her!

He had never conceived that Yu Suxin – the very woman who had been meticulously evading him at every turn – would actively seek out the Yang family. Her presence here was undoubtedly linked to him in some significant way.

"A humble disciple of the Xuan Su Sect offers her respects to Patriarch Yang," Yu Suxin proclaimed, bringing her hands together in a gesture of greeting. As a fellow master of the Transcendence realm, her demeanor was respectful, yet devoid of excessive subservience.

Despite her breathtaking allure, Yang Guang's mind remained as placid as a deep, still pool; he displayed no outward reaction. A slight frown creased his brow. "You come to pay a visit, yet you neglect to offer your name?"

Yu Suxin offered a slight smile, her bearing neither deferential nor haughty. "It is not that I am unwilling, Patriarch. It is merely... inconvenient."

A deeper frown creased Yang Guang’s brow. He was beginning to feel he was being treated with disrespect.

While the Yang clan maintained a low profile, their standing was irrefutable; only a Sect Leader or a revered Great Elder of the Xuan Su Sect was truly considered his peer. For a mere disciple—even one from the Transcendence stage—to evade him so readily felt like a blatant snub.

Perceiving his growing displeasure, Yu Suxin quickly elaborated: "Senior, I intend no offense. However, my current situation is delicate, and the numerous ears present within this courtyard could present a problem..."

Yang Guang acknowledged her explanation with a nod. He then addressed the onlookers. "The rest of you may disperse."

Possessing unwavering faith in their Patriarch’s formidable power, none of the Yang clansmen voiced any objections. They departed in orderly fashion, and soon, the courtyard was occupied solely by Yang Guang, Yu Suxin, and the unseen observer, Wang Yue, concealed in the shadows.

"I am Yu Suxin. I offer my respects to you, Senior Yang," she stated, executing a formal bow now that privacy had been established.

The name registered with Yang Guang, causing his eyes to widen in recognition. "You are the Black..."

The notorious incident involving Yu Suxin’s alleged murder of her husband’s entire family and her subsequent defection from the Xuan Su Sect had been a widely publicized affair. Even the secluded Yang Village had been abuzz with whispers of the so-called "Black Widow."

"I am," Yu Suxin confirmed.

"You possess the audacity to reveal your identity to me?" Yang Guang’s tone lowered, becoming laced with menace. "Are you not concerned that I might apprehend you and deliver you to your sect?"

The official warrant for her capture had never been withdrawn, and Yang Guang, a man bound by traditional principles, felt a profound revulsion towards a woman who appeared so deceitful.

"I am indeed fearful," Yu Suxin confessed candidly. "Yet, I have a compelling reason that I cannot set aside. Furthermore, I am confident that a cultivator of your esteemed level possesses a genuine sense of justice. Once I have elucidated the full truth of the events, I trust you will not complicate my situation further."

"Indeed? There is more to this tale?" Yang Guang inquired, intrigued.

"There is. While I did commit the act of killing my husband and his kin, it was done solely as retribution for the murder of my own parents..." Yu Suxin proceeded to recount the past events in a succinct yet harrowing narrative.

Wang Yue had previously heard fragments of this story from Li Yingying, but listening to Yu Suxin articulate it firsthand stirred within him a chilling, virtuous rage. He felt an immediate impulse to storm the Xuan Su Sect and eradicate them himself.

He was a man who valued his loved ones above all abstract doctrines; even the slightest transgression against a woman he held dear was deemed a capital offense in his eyes.

Even Yang Guang, after absorbing the recounted tale, remained seated with his brow deeply furrowed, lost in profound contemplation.