Gentle voice, soft body, easy to push down? Why did this system feel so improper? How could this be considered a weakness? It was simply exhilarating for any man!
[Weakness 4: Craves Fame and Recognition.]
When Xiao Yang saw the final line, a subtle reaction stirred within him. It seemed this Jixia Academy Female Scholar, Yan Ruyu, was not some otherworldly immortal untouched by mundane desires. She too possessed emotions and worldly cravings.
At that moment, Yan Ruyu was already riding her white deer into the Orchid Pavilion. Her gaze, clear as a spring, swept over the crowd.
Yet none of those present dared meet her eyes. They only felt ashamed of their mediocrity, afraid to sully such a flawless woman.
But Xiao Yang didn’t care in the slightest and openly admired her. He thought Yan Ruyu was undoubtedly a peerless beauty, but compared to his own fiancée, Ning Hongye, she seemed just a bit lacking.
“Eh?” Yan Ruyu suddenly noticed his gaze and looked over. She was momentarily stunned. “What a handsome young man.”
As the Jixia Academy Female Scholar, she had seen many exceptional talents, but this was the first time someone made her heart flutter. Her previously unwavering Dao heart now beat uncontrollably.
Even her curvy, voluptuous body—one that countless men dreamed of—was starting to warm up. Born with the Innate Dual Cultivation Sacred Body, and with Xiao Yang having taken the Yin-Yang Genesis Pill, his unique physique emitted a natural pull for her. It was like yin meeting yang—she instinctively wanted to approach him.
Clip-clop.
The next moment, Yan Ruyu gracefully dismounted her white deer and stepped forward with her elegant feet, approaching Xiao Yang step by step.
“Brother Xiao, look! Miss Yan is walking toward me!” Ma Wencai was ecstatic, his chubby face glowing with excitement. “Last time in Cang Province, I had the honor of gifting her a white jade Guanyin. Could it be she remembers me?”
He was just about to step forward to greet her.
But Yan Ruyu brushed past Ma Wencai completely, a fragrant breeze following her as she moved straight toward Xiao Yang, her gaze flowing, radiant and captivating.
“This young master, I am Yan Ruyu. I greet you respectfully.” She offered a graceful salute, bowing slightly.
Only then did Xiao Yang notice that while her face was pure and sacred, her body was astonishingly seductive. Her curves were full and soft, like ripe peaches, inviting transgression.
Even in a loose white robe, her figure couldn’t be hidden. She should have been named “Yan Yourong” instead.
“You seem unfamiliar, young master. I don’t believe we’ve met. May I ask which family you’re from?” Yan Ruyu asked again, her peach blossom eyes fixed on Xiao Yang, glinting with charm.
Witnessing this, the many scholars and young talents present were overwhelmed with envy, jealousy, and resentment. Their eyes turned red.
“Who the hell is this guy? How did he catch Fairy Yan’s eye?”
“He’s just a bit good-looking, so what?”
“This is the Orchid Poetry Gathering hosted by the Second Prince! Only refined scholars were invited, not common nobodies. Never seen this guy before. Don’t tell me he snuck in?”
“No invitation? Kick him out!”
Voices rose one after another. Though they couldn’t win the goddess’s favor, they still clung to fantasies.
But if she truly started a romance, those dreams would be crushed…
“Miss Yan, I am…” Xiao Yang was just about to mention his alias.
“Miss Yan, there you are at last. What are you doing with my Ninth Brother?”
Just then, Second Prince Xiao Ziwen hurried over, several richly dressed young nobles trailing behind him.
“Your Ninth Brother?” Yan Ruyu was slightly surprised. She turned to Xiao Yang and asked, “Could it be, you’re the Ninth Prince of the Northern War King, Xiao Yang?”
“Indeed, I am,” Xiao Yang nodded.
Upon hearing this, many present were shocked.
Wasn’t the Ninth Prince supposed to be arrogant and disrespectful, even daring to slap the faces of the First and Fourth Princes?
They imagined him to be brutish and ugly. Who would’ve thought he was actually so handsome and elegant?
“You… you’re the Ninth Prince?!” Not far off, Ma Wencai stared at Xiao Yang, stammering in disbelief.
Wasn’t this the same Mr. Xiao Jiu he knew?
How did he suddenly turn out to be the Ninth Prince of the Northern War King?
And earlier, he’d treated Xiao Yang like an insider and accidentally spilled all of Second Prince’s secrets!
Xiao Yang noticed it too and turned to smile at him meaningfully.
This only made Ma Wencai even more terrified.
This royal household plays too deep… I want to go home!
…
“Fairy Yan, it’s only been a few days since we last met, and you seem even more stunning! Not only are you the most beautiful woman in the northern territories, even across the Grand Xia Empire, your name would be renowned!” Second Prince Xiao Ziwen flattered her, his tone bold and filled with admiration.
“Your Highness flatters me.” Yan Ruyu gave a gentle smile. Though she didn’t deliberately charm him, Xiao Ziwen was already captivated.
“Oh right! Fairy Yan, this is a talisman personally consecrated by the abbot of Heavenly Dragon Temple. It helps calm the mind, ward off inner demons, and resist evil spirits. I went to great lengths to obtain it, and I hope you’ll accept it.”
As he spoke, Xiao Ziwen drew a yellow talisman from his sleeve. A faint glow flowed over it, radiating solemn and powerful energy.
The whole venue stirred.
“The abbot of Tianlong Temple is an 8th stage Martial Marquis! To have him personally consecrate a talisman—what immense influence!”
“What a rare sight!” New chapters come out on g.com first.
“Second Prince is truly infatuated. He’s spent so much to pursue Fairy Yan!”
…
Good grief!
Second Brother, even Feiyangyang and Hei Xiaohu couldn’t match your level of simping!
Xiao Yang sighed inwardly.
Previously, Second Brother gifted her a True Name Glyph from a 7th stage Confucian Scholar. Now he brought out a consecrated talisman from the abbot of Tianlong Temple. These were priceless treasures!
“One must not accept rewards without merit. Second Prince, this gift is too precious. I cannot accept it,” Yan Ruyu declined gently.
But her look and demeanor—pure yet seductive—were enough to make any man lose control.
“Fairy Yan, you must accept it. This represents my sincere feelings. If you refuse it, I will destroy it here and now!” Xiao Ziwen insisted.
“How about this then?” Yan Ruyu’s gaze flickered. She picked up the talisman, then looked at Xiao Yang.
“I spend most of my time in the academy and don’t need such protection. But the Ninth Prince is stationed at the border. Today, why don’t I give this flower through the Buddha and pass it to you instead?”
Saying that, she placed the talisman directly into Xiao Yang’s palm.
Her fingers were slender and jade-like, delicate like fine porcelain. The touch stirred his heart.
Xiao Yang smiled outwardly but was groaning inwardly.
Come on, lady. What kind of setup is this?
Are you trying to provoke resentment and turn me into Second Brother’s number one enemy?
He glanced sideways at Xiao Ziwen.
Sure enough!
Second Prince Xiao Ziwen’s eyes were burning red, staring daggers at Xiao Yang.
But the real reason for his rage wasn’t the loss of the precious talisman.
It was something else entirely.
Damn it! That little bastard Ninth Brother actually touched Fairy Yan’s delicate hand!
I’ve been chasing her for so long, and I haven’t even touched a single strand of her hair!
No way! Later, I must find a way to shake Ninth Brother’s hand… and sniff to capture Fairy Yan’s scent!