Quick Transmigration: Irresistible Beauty

Before anyone else could react, the two had already clashed and fought in mid-air, their confrontation bringing about violent wind and dust.

"General Qiao, if my Long Yuan were to suffer any injuries, what do you think would happen to the people gathered on both sides of the river?"

Yue Ran did not appear anxious or pleased at all. The young woman spoke in a calm and casual manner, and she even had time to admire the beautiful purple-red hue of her fingernails today.

It seemed to match the moonlight tonight very well.

"You audacious evil witch," the emperor cried out. "How dare you make a mess at the sacred Immortal Sacrifice Ceremony?!"

Yue Ran smiled lightly and placed a slender finger on her crimson, luscious lips. The corner of her mouth was slightly bent as she made a sound, soft and lingering, "Shh…"

The next second, Yue Ran easily erased the affectionate smile in her eyes, and her whole person became completely different from when she had just spoken to the emperor a moment ago.

"I have set up ambushes on both sides of the river," Yue Ran stated with a careless charm in the corners of her eyes and brows. "As long as Long Yuan and I are even the slightest bit injured…"

The young woman looked down at the emperor standing on the ship below her, her conspicuous red dress flowing like liquid ruby and her long black hair fluttering unbelievably elegantly even in the harsh wind. Her white chin line was smooth and flawless, bringing out noble arrogance under the illumination of the hazy moonlight in the night.

"No matter how powerful General Qiao is, I am afraid that it will be difficult to protect all the people in the imperial city, right?" Yue Ran uttered. "Are you going to sacrifice all the people here in order to catch an evil witch like me?" She showed a smile, a smile full of malice, like a seductive and dangerous poppy. "What do you think, the leader of the Grand Martial Temple? Would you allow it to happen before your very eyes?"

The tone Yue Ran used was a little over the top. After she finished speaking, she gazed at the smaller boat behind the emperor's ship. The smaller boat was where all the distinguished guests and high-ranking officials in the court were located. At this time, both Cheng Mo and Jiang Wen Xiu were situated on that boat.

The face of the majestic emperor turned dark, a frown marring his otherwise attractive features.

The imperial guards had failed to apprehend anyone—not the evil witch, Yue Ran; not the Sword of the Demon, Long Yuan; and not a single member from the Demon Sect—a few days ago. They lied to the populace that the evil witch was dead. But now, she has appeared in the eyes of the public in such a spectacular manner. One would have to be afraid that criticisms had begun to sprout amongst the common people.

To be honest, if there were only one or two hundred people here, it would not be impossible to sacrifice these few people to secure peace for future generations.

It is all for the greater good.

However, at present, almost all the people in the city are packed here because of the festival—those important and unimportant alike. If something happens, regardless of losing the hearts of the people, there will not be many people left in his imperial city. If so, what kind of emperor would he be if there were no more people he could rule after?

In contrast to the emperor's expression, which had turned icy, the smile on Yue Ran's face blossomed brighter and seemed much more enchanting than before, which revealed her good mood.

Neither side spoke again. The atmosphere appeared to have reached a deadlock. At the same time, the common people kneeling down below were frightened stiff after hearing the terrifying words Yue Ran uttered in an ever so gentle manner.

The crowd was already a little restless at the sudden appearance of the evil witch in the first place, and now they also had to worry about their pitiful lives. No one would want to give up their lives to those people who were high above in the rivers and lakes and regarded human lives as ants—meaning the emperor, the ministers, and other top practitioners.

Even if they were given a death sentence or thrown into exile, they may still have a chance to survive. Although slim, it was at least better than it was right now! As long as there is a chance to get a glimmer of life, they may escape with their life intact in any case. But it was highly likely that they were going to be killed here! Would it not be an unjust death?!

Seeing that the crowd was beginning to get agitated and restless, Yue Ran used her spiritual power to amplify her voice.

"Everyone, please calm down and be patient," Yue Ran said. "If someone suddenly leaves, then…"

The young woman stared coldly at the throng with a touch of murderous intent in her eyes, which made people who saw her feel cold to their bones.

"Everyone is going to die together," Yue Ran uttered through a pair of beautiful scarlet lips.

The young woman's voice was so cold that it left those who had wanted to flee stunned and terrified.

"If General Qiao does not stop…" Yue Ran spoke with her eyes downcast, her slender hands casually stroking the soft and fluffy fur of Lan Jin, and her delicate profile displaying a hint of carelessness. "Then, when the next year comes, he will have the opportunity to visit the graves of all the people here in the Eternal Peak City."

Perceiving that her loyal and obedient sword spirit, Long Yuan, was struggling in the battle against Qiao Jie, Yue Ran changed her sitting position to a more relaxed and comfortable one and...