In modern society, police cars were merely vehicles superior to ordinary cars, boasting oversized fuel tanks that allowed speeds up to 480 km/h—specially designed for absolute velocity during pursuits.

Yet, these vehicles couldn't even keep up with the red sedan ahead; indeed, that red car was peculiar. Naturally—Xuan Yuanbing's vehicle was no ordinary automobile.

The sedan, GJ10, featured a Mercedes engine, a Porsche front end, and modifications verified by British J technology, capable of hitting a top speed of 560 km/h with extreme stability. The exhaust pipes emitting that piercing sound at the rear were anything but standard. To disguise the modifications from superficial inspection, the car sported two tailpipes: one small, one enormous.

Seeing an increasing number of police cars in the rearview mirror, Xuan Yuanbing’s lips curled slightly as she pressed a red button, and a large exhaust pipe suddenly deployed!

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

"Damn this car!" Yang Yi felt the sheer magnitude of the vibration and finally understood why Xuan Yuanbing hadn't driven towards the small town but was instead running full-out on the highway.

"Swoosh!" The car emitted a strange sound, executed several perfect drifts, and seemed to vanish in an instant.

"Blast it, did we hit a ghost today?" Officer Old Ma, sitting in the police car tightly pursuing the red sedan, muttered in utter astonishment.

"Old Ma, are we still chasing? That car is long gone by now," the driver knew well that their current police cruisers couldn't match that vehicle. Clearly modified, its speed could increase beyond 480 km/h; without much thought, they knew the pace it was setting.

"Hmph. Back to the precinct. I’d like to see how that car escapes right under my nose!" Officer Old Ma seemed absolutely certain about the license plate number.

In reality, he had no idea what the plate number Hu AAA08 truly signified. Had he known, he might have realized how recklessly bold he was acting at that moment.

The red sedan rocketed down the highway expanse; the vibrations grew more intense, and the sound it produced became increasingly melodious. Yang Yi, sitting inside, wasn't sure whether to laugh or not, as he felt rather annoyed. First, Xuan Yuanbing dragged him out of school, and now this—racing the police, which was essentially making a fool out of Yang Yi.

"Now, you should stop and tell me your purpose for today, right?" A cold, chilling aura brewed recklessly within the car as Yang Yi spoke with an edge.

"Screech!" The car executed a sharp turn, halting abruptly sideways.

Xuan Yuanbing offered no reply, merely opening the door and stepping out. Yang Yi frowned, glanced at her, and followed her out. Simultaneously, without any warning, the air instantly crystallized, and Xuan Yuanbing vanished in that fleeting moment.

Yang Yi sneered. For a High-level Awakened, an attack directed at someone already at the Qing-level Grandmaster realm was akin to children playing with mud, especially when the target was Yang Yi himself, who possessed the bizarre domain of a Second-level Grandmaster. He paid absolutely no mind to Xuan Yuanbing’s strength as an Awakened.

However, Mr. Yang's thoughts were turning rather swiftly; after all, being a rogue, his actions were often erratic, and no one could predict what he intended to do next.

"Swish, swish!" The air grew colder, and the ground instantly froze over—quite strange for autumn weather. "Hiss, hiss!" Icy energy continuously enveloped Yang Yi; his feet were locked in ice, and a thin layer of frost began to creep over his entire body.

"Oh dear, are you trying to force yourself on me? No need for all these cold trinkets on my body if you want something, just ask!" Yang Yi uttered shameless words as the frost peeled away from him.

"Dragon Lord!" Six spectral figures appeared suddenly and called out loudly.

"Stand down; this is none of your business," Yang Yi said, waving his hand, causing a surge of warm air to dissipate.

"Yes!" The Six Paths of Reincarnation responded and stepped back, but their eyes remained fixed intently on Yang Yi.

"Hmph!" A cold snort echoed through the air, and a figure suddenly materialized. It was Xuan Yuanbing, completely enveloped in chilling, icy vapor. "Thirty-two Paths, Ice Lance!"

"Whoosh, whoosh!" Weapons condensed from air moisture, solidified into ice, undeniably possessed considerable destructive power. But for Yang Yi, this was merely a weapon that could wound but not kill.

Yang Yi stared intently at Xuan Yuanbing, his figure flickering. Then, with a 'Cong Yun Ti' maneuver, in the mere blink of an eye, Xuan Yuanbing was stunned. She knew he was powerful, but she hadn't anticipated him being this formidable—ignoring her ice lances and unnervingly appearing right in front of her. This was truly...

"What's wrong, beautiful?" Yang Yi asked with a strange smile.

"Hmph, I want you to return my first kiss!" Xuan Yuanbing scoffed, her delicate hand, carrying a trace of biting cold, attempting to slap him.

Alas—Yang Yi had already reacted the moment she spoke the words. He tilted his body, evading the blow, then swept her up. Xuan Yuanbing felt as if she had plunged into a volcano, because Yang Yi’s body was indeed heating up from the circulation of his internal energy. Although Yang Yi wasn't entirely sure how to handle an Ice-element Awakened, he at least needed to ensure his own body didn't turn into an icicle.

"Ah!" Xuan Yuanbing cried out in alarm. The coldness in the air vanished instantly, and the ice on the ground disappeared as well. The Six Paths of Reincarnation watching from the side frowned; while Awakened individuals above the Grandmaster level might not provoke great fear, their strength certainly couldn't be underestimated.

"Didn't you want your first kiss back?" Yang Yi’s lips moved. Xuan Yuanbing immediately understood his intention, but before she could react, her lips were completely claimed by Yang Yi.

The repeated provocations had melted Xuan Yuanbing, whose heart had been cold as ice. Although she knew Yang Yi’s current intentions toward her might involve an ulterior motive, she also knew it wasn't entirely sincere.

Ever since Xuan Yuanhao first met Yang Yi and investigated him thoroughly, he had indeed harbored the idea of recruiting Yang Yi as his son-in-law. However, upon reflection, this didn't preclude Yang Yi from having specific goals in approaching the Xuan Yuan family.

Recently, the burgeoning Shangguan family in Shanghai had been clashing fiercely with Yang Yi. Although outwardly there were no signs of direct conflict yet, the underlying tension was beginning to spread; friend or foe would soon be clear.

Yang Yi kissed Xuan Yuanbing with half-lidded eyes; she had completely closed hers, seemingly lost in the fervor of his embrace. It couldn't be denied that his current approach to her was motivated by the Shangguan family, yet a sliver of clarity remained in his heart. Whether as a rogue or simply a beauty-loving youth, Yang Yi at this moment genuinely wished he were truly wooing a girl.

######################### "What is the situation?" Currently, in the main hall of the Xuan Yuan residence, Xuan Yuanhao stood by the window, asking with a slight smile.

"It seems the two of them are about to strike a spark," a middle-aged man stated calmly.

"Mm, does the Shangguan family know about their entanglement?"

"It seems not yet!"

Xuan Yuanhao gave a strange smile and turned to face the middle-aged man. "Immediately disseminate news that those two are together. The more intense the rumors, the better!"

"Family Head, isn't this..." The middle-aged man’s expression changed upon hearing this, and he inquired.

"It won't be an issue. Just follow my orders."

"Yes, this subordinate understands." The middle-aged man bowed and exited.

Xuan Yuanhao maintained his faint smile, but after a moment, he sighed softly, "I hope that young man can genuinely bond with Bing'er; otherwise, all my careful planning will have been in vain!"

"Master, Master!" A servant rushed in to announce.

"Oh? What is it?" Xuan Yuanhao’s face darkened as he asked.

"A young man and a young woman are outside; they claim to be Shangguan and explicitly requested an audience with you." The servant replied quickly.

"Shangguan? The young man and young woman?" Xuan Yuanhao frowned, then waved his hand grandly, "Show them in."

"Yes!" The servant acknowledged and quickly left.

"From the Shangguan family? A young man and a young woman? Could it be?" Xuan Yuanhao sat down on the sofa, murmuring to himself, "Why are they looking for me? Could Shangguan Qingyun have sent them? That seems unlikely?"

At the entrance of the hall, a handsome young man whose demeanor was tinged with melancholy, and a beautiful young woman entered, both smiling as they approached Xuan Yuanhao.

"Shangguan Tengfei greets Family Head Xuan Yuan!"

"Shangguan Yunmeng greets Uncle Xuan Yuan."

"Oh, it's Tengfei and Yunmeng." Xuan Yuanhao inwardly sneered, but his face adopted an artificially benevolent smile—this old man truly had some agenda. "What brings you to see me? How is your father?"

"Father is well. As for why we are here to see you, there is indeed a rather specific matter," Shangguan Tengfei said with a slight smile.

"A specific matter?"