The Underwear Tycoon’s Fame Echoes Far and Wide Chapter 72: Nonsense!

Watching as Hua Lingluo had already settled herself on the ground to rest, Yi Han felt as though ten thousand wild horses were stampeding through his heart. And he was not alone in this. The crowd around them, all those who had been impatiently waiting to storm in and divide the resources of the Grand Supreme Qi-Guiding Sect, were rendered utterly speechless by Hua Lingluo’s casual attitude.

Only the elders and disciples of the Warm Fragrance Pavilion appeared entirely unfazed, as if they had seen such things countless times before.

“Then we of the Warm Fragrance Pavilion will rest for a while. As for what you wish to do, suit yourselves,” one elder said to Yi Han.

Though anxious, they were not in a panic. After all, as long as the Warm Fragrance Pavilion made no move, Yi Han alone, even at the peak of the Tribulation Crossing stage, could not take down Luo Twelve in a short time. Nor would the sect-protecting grand array be so easily breached. Waiting a little longer hardly mattered now.

Seeing that everyone from the Warm Fragrance Pavilion really intended to stay put, Yi Han could only swallow his curses and frustration. He decided not to act either—no good would come of it.

Thus, the scene fell into sudden quiet.

Luo Twelve, composed and unhurried, made no move to retreat into the protection of the grand array. He stood openly outside, showing no concern that anyone might attack him by surprise.

Surveying the now-silent crowd, Luo Xingchen turned to Ye Mingyue with a smile. “Our princess, what do you make of the situation now?”

Ye Mingyue met his gaze, asking, “Are you certain that Elder Hua Manman from the Warm Fragrance Pavilion, upon arriving, will side with us rather than attack us?”

Luo Xingchen replied with absolute confidence, “I am certain.”

Ye Mingyue wanted to ask where he found such boundless confidence. Seeing the look on her face, Luo Xingchen chuckled, “Clearly, you’ve not spent enough time at my side. Still, as my maid, you should have a bit more faith in your master. Isn’t that right? Otherwise, I’ll have to discipline you a little.”

He looked her up and down. “You look so delicate and frail that you couldn’t bear a harsh punishment, and I’d be loath to inflict it. I’ll just give your rear a few light smacks.”

“You—” Ye Mingyue was mortified and furious.

Luo Xingchen grinned. “Shall I do it, or will you?”

Unable to accept letting him do it, Ye Mingyue begrudgingly slapped herself three times.

“Are you satisfied now?” she asked, keeping her tone as controlled as possible, fearing he’d seize on any excuse to trouble her further.

Luo Xingchen nodded with feigned reluctance, “That will do.”

Ye Mingyue said nothing more, fuming inwardly. She found herself suddenly wishing the outsiders would hurry and break the array to come in and kill Luo Xingchen. The man was simply insufferable!

Time slid slowly by.

Yi Han grew impatient several times, but seeing Hua Lingluo take a large chair out of her storage ring, recline in it, close her eyes, and even start to snore softly, he was utterly helpless.

Meanwhile, Luo Twelve, not missing an opportunity for sport, took turns jeering at Fang Wuhen, then the Second Elder Zhong Ming of the Hidden Night Sanctuary, and finally at Yi Han.

The three elders of the Hidden Night Sanctuary were not ones to take things lying down. They were well-practiced in all manner of slander and trickery, and cared little for their own image. Now, hearing Luo Twelve dare insult them, each immediately shot back in kind.

Luo Twelve sparred with the three, never yielding the upper hand—his verbal prowess as formidable as his martial might. Hearing the four Tribulation Crossing experts hurling various insults about each other’s parents and ancestors, those who had never before encountered such mighty cultivators were dumbfounded.

Tribulation Crossing experts—this was it? Was this all?

Before meeting such figures, everyone imagined them as aloof immortals, shrouded in mystery and haloed in glory. Yet now that they saw them in person—two eyes, two ears, a nose, and a mouth—there was little to distinguish them from ordinary cultivators, or even common folk.

Many people felt something inside them shatter—the exalted were far too down-to-earth, and it was hard to accept. Yet some took it in stride, feeling they’d broadened their horizons and now had stories to boast of in the future—though few would likely believe them. After all, unless one witnessed such things firsthand, who would credit mere hearsay?

As the argument reached its peak, a figure streaked across the sky. Clad in a billowing black robe, her form outlined by the wind revealed seductive curves—so alluring that any man lacking strong self-control would have lost himself at the sight, compelled to act upon his desires.

Among all the world, only Hua Manman could possess such a figure.

She made no attempt to conceal her presence or aura—her flamboyance drew every eye at once. Many male cultivators could not help but swallow hard. Some women, by contrast, lifted their heads only to lower them again in shame, feeling utterly inferior. Compared to her, there was simply no comparison.

“Who is that? What a figure!”

“Not just good—she’s explosive!”

“She really is about to explode!”

“If I could spend even one night with her, I could die happy!”

“Hush! How dare you speak like that? Do you know her strength, her status? Do you have a death wish?”

“What’s your problem? I’m only talking—she’s way up in the sky, it’s not like she can hear me.”

The middle-aged cultivator who spoke paid no heed to the warnings around him, his eyes fixed hungrily on the seductive silhouette, drool nearly dripping from his mouth as he licked his lips repeatedly.

Suddenly, a figure blocked his view, filling his entire vision.

Annoyed, he frowned, ready to curse whoever was so blind as to obstruct him at such a time. Then he recognized who now stood before him—the Pavilion Master of the Warm Fragrance Pavilion, Hua Lingluo.

Faced with such a figure, every curse died on his lips.

“Hu—Hua—Hua…” he stammered.

Hua Lingluo regarded him coldly. “You think her figure is nice?”

He nodded instinctively.

“And you want to sleep with her?” she pressed.

Still oblivious to Hua Manman’s identity, he nodded again, just as Hua Lingluo spoke once more.

“Her name is Hua Manman. She’s my younger sister.”

Boom!

The words struck his mind like thunder—tribulation thunder, no less—leaving him reeling in terror. Instinctively, he tried to drop to his knees and beg for mercy, but before he could utter a single word, Hua Lingluo’s palm descended.

With a muffled thud, his body exploded into a mist of blood and flesh, which instantly evaporated without even spattering those nearby.

Hua Lingluo swept her gaze around. Not a soul dared meet her eyes; all were silent and trembling.

Only then did she look up again, her face breaking into a doting smile as she watched Hua Manman descend. She leapt up to greet her.

“My dear sister, it seems you’ve found your own fortune at last!”

Upon reaching her, Hua Lingluo immediately sensed her cultivation—mid-stage Dao Seeking. She didn’t need to look closely to know. Not long ago, her sister had been stuck at the peak of the Integration stage for quite some time, and now, after a short absence, had returned not only having broken through, but reaching the mid-stage of Dao Seeking as well. She had truly found her own opportunity.

Hua Lingluo was genuinely happy for her sister.

Before Hua Manman could speak, Yi Han, parched from trading barbs with Luo Twelve, grew excited. He stopped arguing and turned to Hua Lingluo.

“Pavilion Master Hua, now that your sister has arrived, let us join forces and destroy the Grand Supreme Qi-Guiding Sect for the good of the people!”

“Let me see who dares!”

A cold shout rang out—not from Luo Twelve, but from Hua Manman.

All eyes turned to her.

In that instant, Hua Manman became the center of attention once more. Her outcry left not only Yi Han and the others stunned, but even Luo Twelve was caught off guard.

He had no idea of the relationship between Luo Xingchen and Hua Manman, and had assumed, like the others, that the Warm Fragrance Pavilion was here to move against him and his sect. Not that he feared them—indeed, he even harbored a faint hope that this might give his ancestor an opportunity to wipe out everyone present, allowing the Grand Supreme Qi-Guiding Sect to seize complete control of the Northern Xuan Continent.

But now, Hua Manman’s unexpected shout left him genuinely puzzled. Was she not planning to attack the sect?

Yi Han frowned slightly. “Elder Hua, what do you mean by this? The Grand Supreme Qi-Guiding Sect and its master, Luo Twelve, have colluded with demons to bring calamity upon the world. They are traitors to our race and should be eradicated!”

“Utter nonsense!” Hua Manman snapped, showing not a trace of ladylike restraint. Though Yi Han’s cultivation dwarfed hers by a full major realm and he could crush her easily, she showed no fear as she unleashed a torrent of invective.

“Did you really think anyone would believe your pitiful excuse? You’re nothing but jealous of the Grand Supreme Qi-Guiding Sect. And you—who do you think you are? Do you really think you have what it takes to covet the sect? I think you’re just tired of living!”