Chapter 131: The Little Fairy Teases the Ninth Prince

Scene after scene, every single detail unfolded before the eyes of Saintess Chenyu.

These visions ceased the moment Luoyan drew her final breath. The little bee had fulfilled its mission; its once transparent and intangible body suddenly flushed with the color of blood, before shattering into fragments and dissolving into mist, gradually vanishing from the Saintess's sight.

Watching the bee disappear, Saintess Chenyu understood that her sister, Luoyan, had departed this world forever. Yet, as she contemplated the permanent loss of her own flesh and blood, she felt not a shred of grief. Instead, she felt only a sense of secret relief.

Luoyan had been headstrong, impulsive, mindless, and utterly lacking in self-awareness. To keep such a sister by her side would have inevitably brought trouble upon her sooner or later. That she had died in this manner was, in a way, a service to her. Her death had been worth it.

It served as a test, a stone cast into the darkness to reveal the path ahead. Fortunately, she had chosen not to act rashly, but rather to use Luoyan as an advance scout.

However, beneath this sense of relief, the Saintess felt a heavy weight in her heart. She could never have imagined that the Ninth Prince would value Baili Tianchang, that good-for-nothing ugly girl, to such a degree.

She found it impossible to believe that the Ninth Prince would actually kill someone for showing disrespect to such a useless, unsightly girl. It appeared that she would have to reconsider her plans from the ground up.

No one would have believed that the eyes of the exquisite and stunning Saintess Chenyu of Luoxia Palace, usually so captivating, were currently filled with a malevolent, venomous glare, as terrifying and savage as a predatory beast.

In stark contrast to the Saintess’s foul mood, Baili Tianchang and Nalan Djiu traveled with relaxed ease. Having achieved what she set out to do, Baili Tianchang was in high spirits. Now that she was certain of her own talent for cultivation, she was ready to begin her arduous training.

"My little fairy seems quite happy."

Seeing Baili Tianchang in such a good mood, Nalan Djiu could not help but feel joyful himself.

"Mhm, of course I am."

On an impulse, Baili Tianchang reached out toward Nalan Djiu. Her heart was overflowing with endless gratitude for him. As she looked at the smiling man before her—a man of such peerless, bewitching beauty—she felt that his smile was as radiant as a flower. She felt an urge to reach out and touch it, to feel it for herself.

With that thought in mind, her fingers drew closer to Nalan Djiu’s cheek.

Nalan Djiu froze.

This was the first time his "little fairy" had taken the initiative to reach out to him, to draw near to him. Heaven knew how nervous he was! The dignified Ninth Prince, who feared nothing in this world, had never before encountered anything that could make him feel such trepidation.

Yet, in this moment, his heart was pounding with tension. His breath hitched, and his entire being felt suspended in mid-air. As her fingers neared, he found himself unable to breathe. Even his heartbeat seemed to have come to a halt. To Nalan Djiu, the world had gone still. Everything else faded away, leaving only her fingers reaching for his cheek and the playful, mischievous smile dancing upon her face.