The Sugar Mommy System: The Evil Young Master is Villain!!! - Chapter 74: Eye Ribbon-1

‘Huh? W-What… What was that?’ She thought as his words echoed at the back of her head.

Xiao Ling’r cast her eyes downward, her fingers trembling slightly as she traced the intricate patterns on the teacup feeling even more nervous and confused.

This man was like a vast darkness completely hard to see through.

“I… I have no grand ambitions of my own, Young Master Bai. I am merely a follower of the Heaven Fall Sect, bound to uphold its traditions and ensure its prosperity,”

Her words came out stilted, lacking the confident poise she had displayed moments ago while asking question.

The weight of Bai Lung’s unwavering gaze bore down on her, stripping away the facade she had so carefully constructed.

“It is my father’s dream that the sect flourish, and so it has become my own duty to see that dream realized,” she continued, her voice tinged with a hint of resignation. “I have no lofty aspirations beyond that… I am not someone with wings to fly high,”

Bai Lung regarded her with a detached, almost clinical interest, his features betraying no emotion.

He was like a predator studying its prey, searching for the slightest crack in her composure… He had the eyes of a hawk, sharp and all-seeing.

“How… disappointing,” he murmured, his voice dripping with subtle disdain.

“I had hoped that you, of all people, might possess the vision and ambition to rise above the constraints of your station… You don’t actually need wings to fly in the open sky,”

He leaned back, his gaze sweeping across the tranquil courtyard, taking in the play of shadows and moonlight.

“Perhaps I was mistaken in my assessment of you, Saintess. You seem content to simply be a vessel for your father’s dreams, rather than forging your own path…”

Xiao Ling’r felt a pang of shame at his words, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and indignation.

She opened her mouth to protest, but the words caught in her throat as if a big lump of honey was stuck, her confidence crumbling under the mental weight of his gaze.

Bai Lung’s brow arched, his gaze cutting through Xiao Ling’r like a razor’s edge.

“Grand Saintess, do not mistake my disappointment for mere disdain. I had hoped to find in you a kindred spirit – one driven by ambition and a thirst for power, rather than mere duty and obedience… Life has more to it so does Dao,”

He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he studied her reaction. “After all, what is the purpose of wielding influence and authority if not to forge your own destiny, to rise above the shackles of tradition and convention?”

Xiao Ling’r felt a flicker of indignation at his words, but the emotion was quickly extinguished by the sheer force of his presence.

She shifted in her seat, her fingers tightening around the delicate teacup as if seeking an anchor in the storm of his words.

“You speak as if power and ambition are all that matter, Young Master Bai,” she replied, her voice carefully modulated.

“But there is more to life than the relentless pursuit of one’s own desires. The Heaven Fall Sect is my family, my home – I cannot simply abandon it to chase after personal glory, I don’t think we share the same interest and picture,”

Bai Lung’s lips curved into a humorless smile, the moonlight casting stark shadows across his features.

“Ah, but you see, Saintess, that is where you limit yourself. For true power is not found in blind obedience, but in the ability to reshape the world around you – to mold tradition and convention to serve your own ends…”

He leaned back, his gaze never wavering from hers.

“Tell me, have you never wondered what it would be like to wield the same authority as your father? To have the Elder’s ears bend to your every whisper, to see the masses flock to your banner like moths drawn to the flame?”

Xiao Ling’r felt a flicker of unease at his words, but she refused to let it show.

“You speak in riddles, Young Master Bai. The world is not so simple as you make it sound. Power comes with great responsibility, and I fear that those who grasp for it blindly often find themselves consumed by its flames only to be brunt…”

She raised the teacup to her lips, her movements graceful and measured. “As the ancients said; True mastery lies not in conquest, but in the art of restraint,”

Her eyes met his, a subtle challenge in their depths, “Perhaps you would do well to heed those words.”

Bai Lung’s expression darkened, his fingers tapping against the arm of his wooden chair. “Ah, but you mistake my intent, dear Saintess. I do not seek power for the sake of power alone, but to forge a future where the strong are not shackled by the whims of the weak…”

He leaned forward, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. “After all, is it not the duty of the enlightened few,”

Bai Lung’s eyes glinted with a calculating gleam, his words dripping with veiled implications.

“Saintess, you speak of restraint, yet I wonder – is that not merely the crutch of the weak-willed, unwilling to seize the reins of destiny?”

He leaned back, drumming his fingers against the arm of his chair. “As the great strategist Sun Tzu once said; Supreme excellence consists in breaking the enemy’s resistance without fighting, Tell me, Saintess, are you content to forever be the pawn in someone else’s game?… If saintess wants I can teach you one or things about chess,”

Xiao Ling’r felt a flutter of unease at his words, but she refused to let it show.

Schooling her features into a mask of calm, she met his gaze unflinchingly.

“You speak in riddles, Young Master Bai. True power does not lie in the reckless pursuit of ambition, but in the wisdom to wield it judiciously… Not to mention, you among others came from the house of righteousness,”