My Sexy CEO Wife

Chapter 506 - 503: Torrential Rain

A man named Zhang Fu, standing on a flying sword, was rapidly flying through the air, his long robe fluttering elegantly and comfortably.

This man, Zhang Fu, was a steward of the Piaomiao Palace, who had gone on a journey months ago and had just returned today.

"This journey has given me much insight, which will be of great help to my future cultivation," Zhang Fu said with a smile. "I am now at the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage. Once I return, I will enter closed-door cultivation and strive to break through to the Soul Out of Aperture Stage in one go. Once I reach the Soul Out of Aperture Stage, I will be qualified to compete for the position of protector."

Just as Zhang Fu was fantasizing about his bright future, a dark shadow pounced towards him.

"Who's there!?" Zhang Fu, alert, quickly turned his head and shouted loudly.

"Swoosh!"

The shadow rapidly closed in and launched a barrage of attacks on Zhang Fu. After a few exchanges, Zhang Fu was knocked unconscious.

It was only then that the true face of the dark shadow was revealed. Could it be Gao Fei?! Yes, it was Gao Fei!

"I've been lurking for so many days, and I've finally caught someone from Piaomiao Palace," Gao Fei sighed. "It was not easy." After lamenting briefly, Gao Fei quickly carried the unconscious Zhang Fu away.

...

"Hey, wake up," Gao Fei slapped Zhang Fu's face with his hand. "Get up quick!!! Hurry!"

"Ugh..." Zhang Fu opened his eyes, still groggy, and asked, "Who are you... why did you ambush me..."

"Don't ask who I am, just obediently answer a few of my questions, and I'll spare your life," Gao Fei said, feigning a fierce look.

"Do you know who I am? I'm from Piaomiao Palace. If you dare to attack me, Piaomiao Palace certainly will not let you off!" Zhang Fu said coldly. "If you are sensible, let me go now, and I might consider forgiving you..."

"Slap!"

Gao Fei slapped Zhang Fu across the face. "What's so great about people from Piaomiao Palace? In my eyes, Piaomiao Palace is just trash!"

"You..."

"You what? Try glaring at me again! See if I don't gouge out your eyes!"

Gao Fei stretched out two fingers and jabbed them towards Zhang Fu's eyes.

"Stop! Don't do that!" Zhang Fu finally got scared. "Let's talk nicely, no need for violence! You wanted to ask me questions, right? Ask away. As long as I know, I'll tell you everything."

"Hmph!" Gao Fei snorted coldly. "If you won't drink a toast, you must drink a penalty. I've seen plenty of scum like you who pretend to be brave but crumble at the first sign of intimidation. First question, what is your name? Second question, what is your status at Piaomiao Palace? Third question, give me a detailed introduction of the Piaomiao Palace situation." Pausing for a moment, Gao Fei continued, "Think carefully before you answer. If you dare tell a single lie, I'll kill you, then chop you up and feed you to the pigs."

Zhang Fu felt an unbearable sense of humiliation. He had never been so insulted in his life.

"My name is Zhang Fu, and I am a steward at Piaomiao Palace."

"A steward? What is a steward?"

"The hierarchy of Piaomiao Palace is strict. The most powerful is the Palace Master, followed by elders and protectors, and then stewards. Below that are ordinary disciples. At Piaomiao Palace, being a steward is somewhat of a minor official position."

"Continue."

"Piaomiao Palace has a long heritage and is publicly acknowledged as the foremost sect in the world, with substantial strength..."

Under Gao Fei's pressing, Zhang Fu confessed everything he knew.

"Alright, you can go back to sleep," Gao Fei pressed a finger to Zhang Fu's forehead, and then saw Zhang Fu's eyes roll back as he collapsed to the ground, his body twitching a couple of times before becoming still. "Have a good sleep. By the time you wake up again, everything will be over."

"Crackle and pop!"

Gao Fei's body began to change shape, and his facial features altered too… Moments later, Gao Fei had transformed into "Zhang Fu."

"Hmm, not bad, quite a nine out of ten resemblance!" Gao Fei nodded in satisfaction, "There shouldn't be any flaws noticeable to others." Once sure there were no discrepancies, Gao Fei soared away.

…

In front of the Piaomiao Palace gates.

The fake "Zhang Fu" strolled in confidently.

"Steward Zhang, you're back? You must have had quite a fruitful journey, eh?" a gatekeeping disciple said with a smile.

"Yeah, it was alright," the fake Zhang Fu replied hoarsely.

"What happened to your voice?"

"I encountered a problem during cultivation, got a bit of internal fire, so my voice is a bit hoarse."

"Oh, you'd better be careful then."

After a bit of small talk, the gatekeeping disciple opened the gates, and the fake Zhang Fu strode in. From beginning to end, the disciple did not notice anything amiss.

…

"That first hurdle is now behind me," the fake Zhang Fu exhaled quietly, "Now I can move on to the second phase of the plan."

Piaomiao Palace covered a vast area, scattered with pavilions and attics. In recent years, Piaomiao Palace had been continuously expanding. Its current size was hundreds of times larger than when it was first established, when it was just a small palace with only a handful of disciples. Over time, as the palace grew and evolved from a small palace to a grand one and the number of disciples grew into the thousands. Piaomiao Palace then produced several unparalleled geniuses who dedicated their lives to fortify and amplify the palace's prominence, making it the leading sect in the Human Territory.

The history of Piaomiao Palace was filled with mystical wonder, studied and emulated by many sects; however, unfortunately, no other sect had ever reached the heights of Piaomiao Palace.

The central area was dominated by a splendidly luxurious palace, surrounded by various attics. All around the attics were trees and flowers of every kind, their fragrances pervasive and intoxicating. Behind the palace lay an expansive Spiritual Medicine Garden, teeming with spiritual medicines. The garden was a vital area of Piaomiao Palace, accessible only to the Palace Master and elders, forbidden to anyone else.

Hands behind his back, Gao Fei strolled leisurely within Piaomiao Palace, nodding to himself as he walked, "Truly befitting the number one sect in the world, the grandeur is evident."

"Steward Zhang is back."

"Greetings, Steward Zhang."

"What did you see on your trip this time? Can you share some stories with us?"

"Did you bring back any gifts for me?"

…

Many people greeted the imposter Zhang Fu along the way, all very friendly.

"This Zhang Fu is quite well-liked," the fake Zhang Fu muttered to himself.

The so-called fake Zhang Fu was, in fact, Gao Fei. Having taken on Zhang Fu's appearance to infiltrate Piaomiao Palace, he intended to carry out a plan with potentially unexpected and significant outcomes.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

Gao Fei finally found the opportunity to act.

As evening approached, a violent wind suddenly blew through the sky, accompanied by the sound of thunder. Dark clouds gathered densely, flashing with lightning. The weather seemed poised for rain.

"Whoosh…"

Before long, a torrential downpour began, drenching the entire Piaomiao Palace. All the disciples took shelter inside their rooms; some sat by the windows watching the rain, some held a cup of tea, while others simply lay in bed, asleep… On a rainy day like this, it was the perfect time to indulge in laziness, and even if the elders or protectors saw them, they wouldn't say much.