Chapter 111: The Royal Supreme

Navigating swiftly through the rain, Qin Xuan moved like a shadow, undeterred by the heavy droplets pelting his black robe. His figure was as agile as a fish gliding through water, racing down the road. Clutched firmly in his hand were the strands of Su Muqing’s hair.

“Su Mubai’s prediction was spot on—he anticipated Su Muqing would be in danger,” Qin Xuan thought, his gaze sharp and cold as he stared ahead.

In the torrential downpour, from the mountain ring road all the way to the city streets, there were scarcely any figures in sight. Who could have kidnapped Su Muqing at this hour?

Qin Xuan didn’t know, but he was confident that with the Ziwei Tracking Technique, locating Su Muqing’s whereabouts was only a matter of time. He just hoped nothing bad would happen during this critical period.

Feeling a shift in Su Muqing’s position, Qin Xuan quickly veered off his path.

***

Not far from the city center stood the Royal Supreme, a renowned nighttime entertainment venue in Jinling. In Room 1111, a stylish young man sipped coffee, waiting patiently. It was Li Shihao.

“Time’s about right,” Li Shihao murmured just as a knock sounded at the door.

“Come in.”

“Brother Li, she’s here. Not awake yet,” came the voice of Hua Tianjiao.

Moments later, Hua Tianjiao entered, supporting a beautiful woman in a white blouse and black stockings—none other than Su Muqing.

“Good. Lay her on the bed and monitor the situation outside constantly,” Li Shihao said calmly without putting down his coffee. A cold smile flickered in his eyes as he watched Su Muqing’s delicate form placed on the bed.

“Let’s see how you’ll escape my grasp this time…”

Li Shihao then issued a command into the air, “It’s up to you outside. If that guy comes, just stop him.”

“Ha ha, Li Jun, hurry up and take care of this beauty so I can have some fun too…” a sinister voice echoed from all directions, impossible to pinpoint the source.

“Don’t worry. Once this is done, you can do as you please,” Li Shihao replied with a chilling glint in his eyes.

This ninja from the Sun Kingdom had originally been reluctant to act, wary of trouble. But Li Shihao’s offer to hand over Su Muqing to him was too tempting, and he had eagerly agreed—a reckless lecher, indeed.

“Hmph, once I’m finished, you’ll be of no use to me anymore…”

Li Shihao’s thoughts darkened as he looked up at Su Muqing lying on the bed.

***

After a little while, Su Muqing finally stirred, slowly opening her eyes.

“Li Shihao… it’s you… cough, cough.”

She struggled to sit up, scanning her surroundings. The room was lavishly decorated, clearly a hotel. The more she took in the details, the stronger the sense of foreboding grew within her.

“Qingqing, you’re awake? Are you alright?” Li Shihao rushed over, feigning concern with a tender voice.

“Don’t come near me!” Su Muqing startled.

“Qingqing, don’t be afraid,” Li Shihao stopped in his tracks and spoke soothingly. “It’s all over now. That kid Wang Xiang has already been captured by my men.”

His expression was gentle, his words reasonable—any other woman might have been deceived. But Su Muqing, recalling Yang Ling’s spectral warnings, remained wary of Li Shihao.

“Really?” she asked, buying time.

She remembered Qin Xuan had said that by exchanging strands of hair kept close, he could find her location. If she managed to make a call when captured, he would come for her.

In moments of peril, it was Qin Xuan she instinctively thought of—not her own brother.

Casting a casual glance at the short lock of hair tucked in her blouse pocket, Su Muqing felt a slight relief. As long as the hair remained, hope endured.

“Of course it’s true, Qingqing. Why would I lie to you?” Li Shihao stood firm, continuing his deceptive act. The time was nearly right.

At that moment, Su Muqing began to feel a sudden heat rising within her body. Realization dawned, and she glared furiously at Li Shihao. “Li Shihao! You drugged me!”

“What?” Li Shihao’s expression changed. “Qingqing, are you alright? I saved you and haven’t done anything else.”

Seizing the opportunity, he moved closer.

“Don’t come near me!” Su Muqing cried out in discomfort.

She could hardly believe Li Shihao would make his move so swiftly. His excuses were laughable—only a fool would believe them.

“Qingqing, do you need me to call a doctor?” Li Shihao’s brows knitted in feigned worry. If Qin Xuan were here, he’d surely exclaim, “Oscar-worthy performance!”

“I’m fine. Don’t come any closer,” Su Muqing gritted her teeth, pressing herself against the headboard to put distance between them. But the effects of the drugs weighed heavily—her body grew hotter, her discomfort mounting, vision blurring.

“No… I must hold on… I can’t….”

She fought desperately against the onslaught, sweat soon drenched her delicate frame.

Li Shihao said nothing, merely standing aside and watching with a cold sneer. “I want to see how long you can hold on. With this much dosage, I’m curious how you’ll beg me.”

Soon, Su Muqing’s eyes began to glaze over.

***

“Royal Supreme?”

Qin Xuan stood before a tall building, frowning as he strode inside like a gust of wind.

He sensed clearly that Su Muqing was inside this very building, likely on a high floor.

“Sir, are you checking in?” a receptionist hurried over. Outside, the rain poured relentlessly. Qin Xuan, drenched and clad in a black robe, carrying a peculiar wooden box that drew strange looks, appeared utterly out of place.

“No. Where are the stairs?”

Qin Xuan’s voice was cold and curt.

The girl looked puzzled but remained polite. “Well… sir, are you looking for someone?”

Company policy required identification when searching for someone, for safety reasons. Otherwise, entry was denied.

“Cut the nonsense,” Qin Xuan snapped, growing impatient. Time was pressing, and any delay could mean disaster for Su Muqing.

The girl opened her mouth to speak again, but suddenly, a sinister wind howled over Qin Xuan’s head.

“Watch out!”

Reacting instantly, Qin Xuan grabbed the girl and dodged to the side.

Boom!

The fierce gust smashed into the precious wooden floor, leaving a large hole and scattering splinters everywhere.

“Not bad reflexes,” a chilling voice echoed from all around.

“Ninja again?” Qin Xuan’s eyes darkened.

The girl in his arms was terrified, utterly baffled by the sudden attack.

“Stay back,” Qin Xuan pushed her aside.

Clang!

The Taiqing Sword slid from its sheath, reflecting Qin Xuan’s steely glare.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

One after another, concealed weapons flew from all corners of the hall, accompanied by swirling black mist that exuded an eerie aura.