Cang Hanyu glanced behind him, only to find that Nan Xian’s presence had already disappeared.
That guy actually ran away?
Nan Xian… ran away???
Are you kidding?
Someone who could grab heavenly lightning with bare hands—if he didn’t run, his life might not be safe.
That seductive fox was just as crazy as the Demon Sovereign of the Northern Tomb!
Seeing that he didn’t speak, Feng Xi’s figure flashed and appeared right in front of him. She leaned closer curiously.
“You’re a mortal? And a mortal who has lived for more than a hundred years. No wonder I didn’t notice you. That’s rather interesting.”
Cang Hanyu’s eyes flickered slightly.
“What’s so surprising about that? Haven’t you seen it before?”
“It’s not that I haven’t. But if a mortal lives past a hundred years, they should already be an old man with white hair. Yet you look like this… you must take plenty of life-extending pills on a daily basis, right?”
Feng Xi teasingly lifted his chin and continued,
“Your looks are quite good. I’ve tasted the flavor of cultivators before, but never someone like you—a mortal like this. Are you interested in becoming my male favorite?”
She slightly raised her brow, her expression carrying a hint of seductive charm.
Cang Hanyu looked down at her. The tear mole at the corner of his eye gave him a hint of heartless elegance, and his phoenix eyes looked as if they had been tempered with ice. His face suddenly turned cold and emotionless.
“You want me to become your male favorite? That would require a price.”
His tone was chilling.
Feng Xi was not afraid. Instead, she spoke with interest.
“Oh? What price? Tell this lord about it.”
The corner of Cang Hanyu’s lips lifted slightly, carrying a trace of coldness.
“Although I am a mortal, I was born into the royal family. I do not seek a harem of wives and concubines, but for my entire life I only wish to stay with one person—one life, one partner.”
He raised his brow slightly.
“I wonder if Miss Feng can do that?”
Hearing this, surprise flashed across Feng Xi’s eyes before she burst out laughing.
“Hahaha… You’re already over a hundred years old. Why is your thinking still so conservative?”
She stepped back and looked at Cang Hanyu strangely.
“Don’t tell me you’re still a virgin? Talking about one life, one partner? Who are you trying to make laugh?”
Cang Hanyu’s expression became a little unnatural.
“Listening to you say that… are you not?”
A cold glint flashed in his eyes.
Cang Hanyu had never imagined that the Daughter of Destiny would be such a person…
Not only did she behave wildly and unconventionally, but even her views on relationships between men and women were so casual.
The interest in Feng Xi’s eyes deepened.
“Who says men and women can only become Dao partners and stay together for a lifetime? My philosophy is to pass through a garden of flowers without a single leaf touching me.”
“There are so many fine men in this world. Why should I hang myself on one tree?”
She smiled, carefree and unrestrained.
Cang Hanyu frowned slightly. He had not expected Feng Xi to think this way.
“Such thoughts of yours go against common sense,” he said with a trace of dissatisfaction.
Feng Xi, however, did not care. She smiled lightly, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“Common sense? What kind of thing is that? I’ve never cared about common sense.”
Her tone was confident and rebellious.
Cang Hanyu remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking.
“Perhaps you think this way now, but when you truly meet that person, you will not think like this anymore.”
Looking at him, Feng Xi suddenly felt a strange emotion rise in her heart.
“Is that so? Then I want to see whether such a person truly exists in this world—someone who can make me fall for them and stay together for a lifetime.”
Her eyes were full of challenge.
Cang Hanyu smiled slightly. A trace of determination flashed in his eyes as he said meaningfully,
“There definitely will be.”
Feng Xi looked at him and then laughed softly.
“Heh… what a joke. I will absolutely not allow such a person to exist.”
She did not want to end up like in the prophecy—losing herself and becoming humble because of a man.
Cang Hanyu frowned and asked tentatively,
“What if that day really comes? What will you do then?”
Feng Xi sneered.
“Heh! If that day truly comes, I’ll kill him directly. Men? They will only slow down the speed at which I draw my sword.”
She looked thoughtfully at Cang Hanyu, a little impatient.
“Cang Hanyu, I asked you to be my male favorite. Why are you asking so much nonsense? Just say whether you’re willing or not.”
Cang Hanyu smiled faintly, his eyes clear like water.
“I…”
His words were interrupted by a group of disciples holding torches.
“Feng Xi is here! Quick! Don’t let her run!”
Feng Xu led them and gave orders to the disciples behind him.
“There is plenty of time in the future, Miss Feng. We will talk again another day.”
With those words, Cang Hanyu took out a teleportation treasure and left.
“How was it, Heavenly Screen? From the probing just now, can you confirm that he is the Child of Fortune?” Feng Xi asked with her mind.
“Strange. Although this person is a mortal, there is an aura of Heavenly Dao law on him. I cannot determine it,” the Heavenly Screen said suspiciously.
“You can’t determine it? You’re the Heavenly Screen—what in this world could there possibly be that you don’t know?” Feng Xi said helplessly.
Feng Xu approached with the disciples, surrounding Feng Xi.
“Mother wants you to return to Tingxiang Waterside Pavilion to apologize to the Young Lord!”
“This matter is suspicious. Do this—follow the previous plan. But now there are two more targets. You must approach them one by one and bring all three under your control. At that time, the truth will naturally reveal itself,” the Heavenly Screen advised.
Feng Xi looked coldly at the people surrounding her. After hearing the Heavenly Screen’s words, she couldn’t help but curse loudly.
“To hell with your plan! One man is already troublesome enough, and now you want to add two more? Do you think I’m raising fish in a pond?”
Her voice echoed through the air, filled with anger and dissatisfaction.
Feng Xu and the others were startled by her sudden outburst and didn’t know how to react for a moment.
Even the Heavenly Screen was caught off guard by her reaction.
“Only this way can you accurately help the Child of Fortune.”
Feng Xi took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. She knew now was not the time to lose her temper. She needed to think carefully about how to respond.
“You want me to go back just because you say so?” Feng Xi’s eyes turned icy. “Am I a dog that comes when you call and leaves when you wave your hand?”
Feng Xu frowned. “Feng Xi, don’t refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. Mother’s command—do you dare defy it?”
Feng Xi sneered. “Mother’s command? Who does she think she is? Why should I listen to her?”
Feng Xu’s face changed. “Feng Xi, you are being far too arrogant! Don’t forget—you are a member of the Feng family!”
“The Feng family?” Feng Xi looked at him mockingly.
“Feng Xu, did you forget? A hundred years ago, it was your Feng family who drove me out. And half an incense stick ago, it was also you who told me to leave.”
Feng Xi simply stood there. She did nothing, yet the aura radiating from her body was enough to make people feel terrified.
Was she still the same useless girl from back then—the one who had lost the Divine Phoenix inheritance?
She clearly looked weak in cultivation, but what was with this overwhelming presence around her?
Feng Xi… seemed to have changed.
Feng Xu was shocked, yet his face turned green with anger.
“You… you dare say such things! Do you deserve the nurturing grace the Feng family gave you?”
Feng Xi looked at him coldly.
“Nurturing grace? The so-called nurturing grace you speak of—was it not just treating me like a tool? A chess piece you could manipulate at will?”
Feng Xu was speechless, deeply disappointed by her attitude.
“Feng Xi, you know very well the mistake you made back then. Even now, you still refuse to repent and cannot distinguish right from wrong.”