Chapter 700 I'm confused - I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain

Upon hearing Wang Haoran's words, Hua Feixuan feigned a moment of surprise. A slight blush crept onto her face as she apologized, "I misspoke earlier." After a brief pause, she shifted the conversation with a hint of shyness, "However, if you don’t mind my ordinary appearance, I shall defer to you." "Is Hua Zongzhu truly sincere?" Wang Haoran quickly inquired. "How would I dare to jest with you?" Hua Feixuan pretended to be terrified, extending her delicate hand to remove a hairpin from her head. Her dark locks cascaded down like a waterfall, a hint of infinite allure slowly settling on her rosy face. Soon, the waist sash and the silken dress fell to the ground sequentially, followed by Hua Feixuan’s voice that tugged at the heartstrings like silk strands, "This is my sincerity, do you believe me now?" Wang Haoran was momentarily stunned; he hadn't expected Hua Feixuan to be so bold. In that instant, an indescribable impulse surged from within, seemingly overshadowing all reason. But just then, a hum from the Sky-Opening Tower in his sea of consciousness brought him back to reality. Now, as he looked again, Hua Feixuan stood before him, dressed impeccably in her palace attire, with her hair neatly coiffed just as he had initially seen. Wang Haoran realized that what he had just experienced was an illusion. Indeed, the leader of these enchantresses had her tricks; without his protective talisman, the Sky-Opening Tower, he might have fallen for her ploy. Seeing Wang Haoran standing there in a daze without doing anything, Hua Feixuan was secretly puzzled and asked, "Why are you silent, young master? Is it that my sincerity is still lacking?" "Sincerity? Ha, with all my genuine heart, I have been discussing this matter with you, Hua Zongzhu, yet you take me for a fool. Is this what you call sincerity?" Wang Haoran let a faint hint of coldness slip across his lips as he revealed the truth, "Hua Zongzhu is fully dressed; did you mistakenly think yourself unbound?" At these words, Hua Feixuan's rosy lips parted in surprise, only then realizing her illusion hadn't worked on Wang Haoran. "Young master..." Hua Feixuan felt a surge of anxiety, trying to voice her explanation. "No need to say more," Wang Haoran raised a hand to stop her. "I've appreciated the scenery here enough. Thank you, Hua Zongzhu, for your 'kindness.' I'll take my leave." With that, he turned around and left. "Please wait, young master!" Hua Feixuan exclaimed in alarm, stepping in front of him. "I was merely muddled for a moment; I wanted to test your resolve, which is why I used a small trick. I didn't mean to toy with you." Wang Haoran suddenly wore a profound look, sighing softly, "From the moment I met Hua Zongzhu, my heart couldn't help but race, desiring to become celestial companions with you. Yet, I felt a certain distance between our statuses, making me hesitant to reveal my feelings." "When Hua Zongzhu expressed willingness to comply with me, I can't describe the joy in my heart. It's just a pity that Hua Zongzhu's intentions weren't genuine, merely wanting to turn me into a puppet!" By the end, the profundity on Wang Haoran's face had transformed into one of pain. Seeing this, Hua Feixuan felt an immediate ache in her heart, yet it was quickly followed by an overwhelming joy. She softly inquired, "Do you truly like me, young master?" "I did, but now..." Wang Haoran trailed off, letting out a cold snort before brushing past Hua Feixuan and walking away. Hua Feixuan didn't stop him, only standing in place, watching Wang Haoran's graceful figure fade away in a daze. After Wang Haoran had left Hua Feixuan's sight, he felt a mix of suspicion and uncertainty. Of course, he had been merely acting. He wasn’t sure if Hua Feixuan had seen through it or not. After all, someone like Hua Feixuan was adept at perceiving a man's heart. However, her infatuation might have clouded her judgment to some extent, right? Coupled with my outstanding performance, there's a good chance Hua Feixuan didn't detect anything. Moreover, I deliberately 'confessed' in a roundabout way, which might further affect her judgment. Let’s see if Hua Feixuan will take any real steps next. Feeling relaxed, Wang Haoran headed towards Xu Qingtong's residence. He wasn't sure if it was Hua Jieyu's deliberate arrangement, but Wang Haoran and Xu Qingtong's residences were situated quite far from each other. Nonetheless, with his feet taking him wherever he pleased, no one could stop Wang Haoran from going anywhere. [Ding, the host has successfully won over the heroine Xu Qingtong for the first time, earning 16,000 villain points, Xu Qingtong's heroine aura -800, Su Xuan's protagonist aura -800, host's villain aura +1600!] [Ding, Hua Jieyu's favorability towards the host has increased by 15; current total favorability is 60 (developing a crush).] Wang Haoran received two notifications in a row. He fully understood the former, but the latter perplexed him—what did his interactions with Xu Qingtong have to do with Hua Jieyu? After pondering for a while, he couldn't figure it out. The next day. At the crack of dawn, a series of knocks accompanied by Hua Jieyu's voice sounded outside the sect leader’s residence. “Master, it’s me.” “Come in,” Hua Feixuan’s voice resonated from within the room. Hua Jieyu opened the door to enter and found Hua Feixuan seated by the table, while the bed linens remained perfectly neat. “Master, didn’t you rest last night?” Hua Jieyu asked quizzically. After reaching a certain level of cultivation, one didn't necessarily need rest to replenish their energy. Diligent cultivators often squeezed out rest time to focus on training. However, the practices of the Yin Moon Sect were quite special; even in slumber, one could cultivate. Thus, besides those who were on duty guarding the sect, all the female disciples of the Yin Moon Sect would rest at regular intervals. Even the sect leader, Hua Feixuan, was no exception. Furthermore, Hua Jieyu knew her master had a deep-rooted habit of resting and wouldn’t easily break it. The apparent neatness of Hua Feixuan’s bed indicated she hadn’t rested the previous night. “Didn't I instruct you to reflect at Boundless Cliff? Why are you here?” Hua Feixuan didn’t answer the question but instead frowned at her disciple. “Master, my sudden return is justified,” Hua Jieyu replied with visible excitement and began circulating the Yin Moon Demonic Arts. As spiritual energy began to flow, a distinct wave emanated. Hua Feixuan sensed the density of the spiritual energy. Her face, filled with noble elegance, displayed a moment of surprise, “Your Yin Moon Demonic Arts have reached the Mastery level. When did this happen?” “Just recently,” Hua Jieyu responded with a bright smile, unable to hide her jubilation. Upon reaching the Mastery level with the Yin Moon Demonic Arts, Hua Jieyu’s cultivation also attained the eleventh level of the Sacred Realm. Excluding Wang Haoran, Hua Jieyu and Su Xuan, both standing at the eleventh level of the Sacred Realm, were poised to outshine countless prodigies in the Eastern Domain, emerging as preeminent figures among the younger generation. Initially, Hua Feixuan had estimated that it would take her at least another two to three years to reach such a level, but now, she had reached it so much earlier. After contemplating the reasons, Hua Feixuan felt both joy and concern. She had sent Hua Jieyu to Boundless Cliff to reflect, hoping she would sever her emotional ties and avoid falling into a path of demonic fury. However, Hua Jieyu resolved the crisis in an alternative manner. Having achieved Mastery in the Yin Moon Demonic Arts, she no longer faced the threat of her cultivation being affected, nor the danger of falling into demonic madness, even if emotions came into play. (Chapter End)