The Family Head of This Generation (Girls' Love) - Chapter 10

Using her True Essence to dry the water droplets on her hair, Zhao Ziyan nestled into her bed. She was too exhausted. Her True Essence had been depleted repeatedly and then replenished by devouring spiritual energy again and again. Zhao Ziyan felt a faint throbbing pain throughout her meridians. Now that she was lying down, she was too tired even to turn over.

“Ziyan, are you a Xuan Cultivator?”

Zhao Wenxiu finally couldn’t hold back. Without figuring this out, she simply wasn’t in the mood to sleep. She had too many questions and too many doubts. Finally, Zhao Wenxiu climbed cleanly out of the bed she had made and slipped into Zhao Ziyan’s bed, using both hands to forcefully pinch Zhao Ziyan’s pretty face.

“…”

Zhao Ziyan gave Zhao Wenxiu an exasperated look, turned around to back away from Zhao Wenxiu, and adhered to the principle that silence is golden. They weren’t very close, and they were love rivals. Not poisoning her to death was only out of consideration for their bl00d ties; otherwise, Zhao Ziyan would certainly have heartlessly destroyed this beauty.

“Zhao Ziyan, tell me quickly, or I’ll tell everyone that you wet the bed when you were three, still nursed at five, secretly lifted little girls’ skirts when you were eight, and had a secret crush on your cousin at ten,” Zhao Wenxiu fiercely recounted Zhao Ziyan’s embarrassing moments one by one. She didn’t believe Zhao Ziyan would still ignore her.

“Aunt, sleep. I’m very tired,” Zhao Ziyan, who was lying rigidly in bed, finally put her arms around the annoying woman beside her and said indifferently, “Don’t overthink it. My master is a hidden expert, and I am indeed a Xuan Cultivator. The hot water for your shower was heated using Water Spirit Energy condensed by magic power. What other doubts do you have? What I’ve experienced is not the conspiracies and schemes you imagine. I know you’ve been living a life of calculation and being calculated in Southern Xinjiang, but now in White Tiger City, there aren’t that many enemies trying to harm the Zhao family. The Zhao family has two great gods; people are too busy being fearful.”

Perhaps Zhao Ziyan’s words had some effect. Zhao Wenxiu obediently snuggled into Zhao Ziyan’s arms, her hands tightly clutching Zhao Ziyan’s arm, and sweetly drifted into a beautiful dream. The slight smile curving up on her lips clearly indicated that Zhao Wenxiu was having a rare good dream. Who knows if the person she loved was in her dream.

“Aunt,”

Zhao Ziyan finally had time to scrutinize the soft, plump woman sleeping in her embrace. The woman was enchanting, so much so that one glance was enough to be seduced by her charm. Even without seeing those captivating, seductive eyes, she was still so beautiful that one wished to tear her apart and devour her. The ancients had King Zhou, who, to earn a smile from the beauty Daji, spared no expense to build the Deer Terrace, create a wine pond, and hang meat like a forest, living a life of utter extravagance. Now, Zhao Ziyan finally understood. Wasn’t the beauty in her arms another living Daji? Just a glimpse of her beauty was enough to make her forget her past hostility toward her, allowing her to drink until she was foolish, allowing her to sleep in her arms, and allowing her to inquire brazenly about her secrets. A femme fatale. Zhao Ziyan curled her lips mockingly. She wondered when she had also become another King Zhou.

…

“Don’t come over. It’s not that I won’t save you, don’t come over,” Zhao Ziyan, caught in a nightmare, was vulnerable, her face etched with terror. Her body was tightly tense, and her arms unconsciously held the woman in her embrace tightly.

“Ziyan, Ziyan, wake up. Don’t be afraid, Aunt is here,” Zhao Wenxiu was jolted awake by the tight embrace. Zhao Ziyan’s eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and her face was terrifyingly pale. In her repeated cries of “don’t come over,” there was deep fear and pain. Zhao Wenxiu knew her niece was probably trapped in a nightmare that terrified her. She softly soothed the dreaming Zhao Ziyan, and seeing drops of sweat forming on her forehead, Zhao Wenxiu pulled out a handkerchief from somewhere and carefully and meticulously wiped away the sweat on her forehead. Zhao Wenxiu felt a pang of heartache. What exactly did her niece encounter yesterday to fall into such a nightmare at night?

“Aunt, I’m fine. Just had a nightmare,” hearing the gentle words by her ear, Zhao Ziyan woke up from the nightmare. Seeing Zhao Wenxiu’s worried and gentle eyes, Zhao Ziyan lightly hugged Zhao Wenxiu and smiled, saying, “Aunt, you’ve leaked again.” (Meaning she exposed a secret or something embarrassing about herself again).

“You rascal, being rude to your aunt again,” Zhao Wenxiu scolded with a laugh, poking Zhao Ziyan’s nose with her index finger, the curve of her lips lifting. She knew that past unpleasantness was now in the past.

“Get up! We need to hurry on our journey today. We can’t fly with a sword in the depths of Heaven’s Secret Realm, or we might provoke the flying demon beasts.”

Zhao Ziyan circulated the Starfall Sect technique a few times and found that the True Essence that was completely depleted yesterday had been replenished today, and was even slightly purer. Zhao Ziyan secretly thought, the Starfall Sect’s technique, “Devouring All Things,” truly deserves its reputation as the most profound technique in the cultivation world. The speed at which it devours spiritual energy is probably more than ten times that of ordinary techniques. Thinking about her cultivation speed being ten times that of an ordinary cultivator, the time to ascend would be reduced by exactly ten times compared to ordinary cultivators. The thought excited Zhao Ziyan, making her bl00d boil.

“Aunt, are you also looking for the Fountain of Life in the Heaven’s Secret Realm?” Zhao Ziyan turned her head and looked at Zhao Wenxiu, who was washing up, asking suspiciously. Zhao Wenxiu said she came to protect her, but Zhao Ziyan didn’t believe it at all. Given their previously awful, hostile relationship, Zhao Ziyan would be grateful to God if Zhao Wenxiu hadn’t planted a Gu on her.

“No, Shang Luo told me to protect you,” Zhao Wenxiu’s tone was firm and decisive. If Zhao Ziyan didn’t know her cunning aunt’s personality like the back of her hand, she would probably have been fooled by her sincere expression.

Zhao Ziyan said scornfully, “With your personality, protecting me is probably just a secondary objective, right? Aunt, what exactly are you looking for in the Heaven’s Secret Realm? To the point of rushing back from Southern Xinjiang over such a long distance.”

“Hmph…”

Zhao Wenxiu just gave a light snort and didn’t respond to Zhao Ziyan’s question. After all, Zhao Ziyan was measuring a gentleman’s heart with a villain’s perspective. Clearly, protecting her was the primary goal, and finding a treasure was only secondary.

After finishing breakfast, Zhao Ziyan and Zhao Wenxiu rushed towards the area with the richest spiritual energy without stopping. Zhao Wenxiu also knew that her drinking yesterday had affected their speed, so today she gave her full effort. What surprised Zhao Wenxiu was that although her cultivation was suppressed to the Mortal Transcendence Realm, her Gu Saint cultivation was still there. With her abundant True Essence, she could support her lightness technique flight for several thousand miles. But what astonished her was that her niece also flew for several thousand miles right behind her. Looking at her relaxed and effortless flying, it seemed she still held back some of her strength.

“Someone?”

Zhao Wenxiu looked at Zhao Ziyan hesitantly. Seeing Zhao Ziyan nod in understanding, the two exchanged glances and simultaneously flashed into a blind spot invisible to the naked eye.

In the Heaven’s Secret Realm, the divine sense was extremely suppressed. With Zhao Wenxiu’s Gu Saint cultivation, her divine sense could only extend a mere hundred meters, which was even less than the distance a person could see with their eyes. To conserve True Essence within her body, Zhao Wenxiu generally did not use her divine sense to explore her surroundings in the Heaven’s Secret Realm.

“Is it the Eldest Princess?”

Zhao Ziyan looked at Zhao Wenxiu in confusion. Seeing that Zhao Wenxiu was also confused, she knew asking Zhao Wenxiu was like talking to a brick wall. Zhao Wenxiu hadn’t returned from Southern Xinjiang for over ten years, so she probably didn’t even know who the Eldest Princess was now.

“Ziyan, she’s about to collapse,”

Zhao Wenxiu leaned close to Zhao Ziyan’s ear and whispered. With her eyesight, she naturally knew the woman being attacked by the four black-clothed men was on the verge of collapsing. The speed of her sword was gradually slowing, her body was becoming weak, her internal True Essence was nearly exhausted, and she was severely injured. The most fatal injury was a sword piercing through her chest. Suffering such a severe injury, the woman in white surprisingly hadn’t fainted. Zhao Wenxiu became increasingly impressed by the resilience of the Eldest Princess mentioned by Zhao Ziyan.

“Aunt, save her. She cannot die in White Tiger City,” Zhao Ziyan was anxious. She summoned the nurtured flying sword and rushed into the battlefield. Fortunately, the cultivation of all humans who entered the Heaven’s Secret Realm was suppressed to the Mortal Transcendence Realm. Otherwise, Zhao Ziyan truly wouldn’t have the courage to enter the attack range of three Martial Generals and one Martial King. The Starfall Sect’s technique was powerful, but it wasn’t so heaven-defying that she could challenge opponents several stages above her.

“Nine-Winged Golden Cicada, go!”

Zhao Wenxiu pondered for a moment and understood Zhao Ziyan’s concern. With Zhao Ziyan’s cold-blooded nature, she probably wouldn’t care where the Eldest Princess died, as long as it wasn’t within the boundaries of White Tiger City. Zhao Ziyan wouldn’t even bother to glance at her. After a day of interaction, Zhao Wenxiu had profoundly realized the indifference and coldness hidden deep within Zhao Ziyan’s bones. If the Zhao Ziyan she knew before had a touch of innocence and kindness, then since yesterday, Zhao Ziyan had completely adapted to the law of the jungle on the Cang Kui Continent. In a few more years, Zhao Ziyan would certainly transform into the most suitable Family Head for the Zhao family. Zhao Wenxiu secretly admired that when her brother died, she had an eighty percent support rate to become the Zhao family head, but the Zhao family ancestors overruled the consensus and directly appointed Zhao Ziyan as the Family Head. Indeed, the longer one lives, the sharper and more vicious their insight.

As the most competitive heir to the throne, and with the Heaven’s Secret Realm being an annex to White Tiger City, if the Eldest Princess died in the Heaven’s Secret Realm, the current Emperor might vent his anger on the Zhao family. Although the Zhao family had two Martial Gods, the Empire certainly had far more than two Martial Gods. If the Emperor blamed them, the Zhao family might suffer a major blow.

She formed a mysterious Gu-hand seal and muttered Gu-chants softly under her breath. Zhao Wenxiu commanded the Nine-Winged Golden Cicada hidden on her person to attack the Martial King, who was the strongest among them. Her own strength was severely suppressed, but the Nine-Winged Golden Cicada still had the strength of a Gu Saint. Dealing with a Martial King, even without her own cooperation, was sufficient. Hearing a sharp howl suddenly erupt from the battlefield, Zhao Wenxiu knew the Nine-Winged Golden Cicada had succeeded in killing the strongest black-clothed man.

“Starfall Third Form: Setting Sun Rainbow, Sword Arise!”

Zhao Ziyan caught them off guard, using the fastest and most aggressive move of the Starfall Third Form, Setting Sun Rainbow. The sword arose, the enemy was destroyed. With one move, she quickly killed the most ferocious black-clothed assassin and brought the Eldest Princess out of the encircled predicament.

She tossed the Eldest Princess to Zhao Wenxiu’s hidden spot. Seeing Zhao Wenxiu steadily catch the Eldest Princess’s body, Zhao Ziyan dropped her worries, a predatory glint flashing in her eyes.

“Starfall Third Form: Sword Wielding the Mortal World, Sword Soul!”

Without anyone holding her back, Zhao Ziyan’s sword became increasingly fierce. Stepping with the Starfall Sect footwork, Zhao Ziyan was like a shark traversing water, bloody and violent. Each sword strike was fiercer than the last. The brilliant sword light heartlessly claimed another life.

“Too late to try and leave now! Starfall Third Form: Life is But a Dream, Sword Annihilation!”

Zhao Ziyan looked at the black-clothed man trying to flee with cold ruthlessness, without the slightest hesitation, and cleanly cut him down.