105: The fairies of Xuanyin Fairy Pavilion also try to please others?

Before Hu Lao finished speaking, the entire Fan Family manor suddenly trembled violently. The glazed tiles on the eaves shattered, turning into countless sharp blades suspended in mid-air.

"Hu Lao!" The grey-robed Elder's eyes were bloodshot as he suddenly knelt and crawled forward, "When you entered the Barren Lands, gravely injured and on the verge of death, it was the children of my Fan Family who paved a path to life for you with their flesh and blood!"

Hearing this, Hu Lao closed his eyes, his withered fingers clenching and then relaxing.

"That bit of kindness back then..." His voice was hoarse, as if coming from a distant place, "It was long ago worn away by your Family's tyranny."

The Fan Family was able to become the head of the six great Families precisely because of Hu Lao's assistance.

— The disaster of the Fan Family today was the bitter fruit of their arrogance, relying on past favors.

With that, Hu Lao slowly turned away, unable to bear watching the scene that was about to unfold.

As Hu Lao turned, the world suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

A golden seal broke through the air from the direction of the Imperial Palace, instantly enveloping the entire Fan Family manor.

Before the Fan Family members could react, they were already unable to move — their spiritual power sealed, their voices silenced, and even breathing became difficult.

Although the quasi-Emperor powerhouses led by the grey-robed Elder could still move, they too stared with wide eyes, their lips trembling, yet unable to utter a single sound.

This was the Emperor's golden seal!

"If that's the case, then we fight!" The grey-robed Elder roared, "Fan Family warriors! Follow me to break the formation!"

Normally, with many powerhouses, the Fan Family would not be so easy to deal with.

But the golden seal was already formed, and the outcome was decided.

Above the sky, powerhouses of the Imperial Dynasty descended silently, their dark, oppressive figures blocking out the sunlight, like dark clouds pressing down.

They said nothing, merely raised their hands indifferently, and thousands of runes emerged from their palms, activating the golden seal together.

There were no shouts of battle, no pleas for mercy, not even the sound of wind.

This was a silent massacre.

The entire Fan Family manor was like a painting licked by flames; everyone silently burned and vanished.

When the golden seal dissipated, the Fan Family buildings still stood, but they were empty.

The plaque was gone, the Family crest annihilated, and even the plants in the courtyard lost their vitality, as if no living beings had ever existed there.

Those not at home might be spared for a while, but the Imperial Dynasty's hunt order had already been issued.

Unless they changed their names, even the collateral branches of the Family in other states would be purged.

— The Fan Family was hereby removed from existence.

That night, at the Imperial Palace residence.

The night was like water, and the wind chimes on the eaves gently tinkled.

Qin Wangchuan leaned against the soft couch by the window, his long fingers turning the pages of an ancient book, while Ye Jianwei's zither music played in his ears.

Moonlight filtered through the window lattice, casting dappled shadows on his stern profile.

Su Yingxue was curled up by his leg, like a tired kitten, her head gently resting on his knee.

Her breathing was even, her long eyelashes casting faint shadows beneath her eyes, and she still clutched a corner of his robe — as if afraid that if she let go, this beautiful dream would awaken.

The zither music was melodious, flowing like a murmuring stream through the quiet night.

Suddenly, his brow twitched, and he looked up out the window —

A dark guard came to report: "Young Master, someone is approaching."

"It's the Saintess of Xuan Yin Immortal Pavilion, she's concealed her Qi and is approaching after climbing over the west palace wall."

"Xuan Yin Pavilion?" Qin Wangchuan's fingertips paused slightly, a hint of thought flashing across his brows.

"Oh..." After a moment, he let out a light scoff as if in realization, "The one who plays the zither."

His tone was so indifferent, as if discussing an insignificant object.

"Climbing over the wall to enter the palace, how interesting."

"Let her come."

The moonlight was hazy, and the palace walls stood tall.

Xuan Yin Fairy, in a plain white long dress, stood beneath the palace wall, her fingertips gently caressing a green jade Medicinal Pill bottle at her waist.

She looked up at the palace wall, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes.

"I must see him..."

Her jade fingers gently opened the Medicinal Pill bottle, and a smooth, dewdrop-like Medicinal Pill rolled into her palm.

She swallowed it without hesitation, and in an instant, the spiritual power around her receded like a tide, and even her breathing became imperceptible.

Her slender hand gently lifted, and a zither string flew from her sleeve, wrapping around the eaves of the palace wall.

She lightly tapped her toes, using the leverage to flip onto the high wall, her movements as light as a falling snowflake.

— It was too quiet.

Xuan Yin Fairy lay prone on the palace wall, her brows slightly furrowed.

If those who revered her as a goddess were to see this.

If the Fairy, whom they considered unapproachable, was now lying prone on the palace wall like a night thief, just to meet a man at night, what would they think?

However, what was strange was that.

The Imperial Palace Forbidden Ground, which should have been heavily guarded, had no one to stop her along the way.

Even the patrolling imperial guards happened to avoid her route, as if...

As if they already knew she would come.

Her fingertips tightened slightly, and a hint of unease rose in her heart, but it was quickly suppressed by her obsession.

"Never mind..."

She lightly leaped down from the palace wall, her toes touching the ground, silently passing through the long corridor.

Moonlight spilled onto her shoulders, revealing a thin layer of sweat — even with the Concealing Qi Medicinal Pill, she could still feel countless eyes seemingly watching her from the shadows.

Yet, no one stopped her.

This eerie calm, instead, made her heart beat faster.

Finally, she stopped in front of a hall.

The hall door was slightly ajar, as if waiting.

Zither music emanated from within, as melodious as ever, but it made her fingertips tremble slightly —

The hall door opened silently, and guards stood inside, even courteously bowing and gesturing for her to enter.

'As expected, I was discovered.'

Under the moonlight, Xuan Yin Fairy stood in the courtyard, taking a deep breath, her moon-white long dress trailing on the ground, silver ornaments in her hair gently swaying with the night wind, reflecting the cold light.

She looked up and followed the guard, her Colored Glaze-like eyes filled with resolve.

"Disturbing you late at night, I hope Young Master will forgive me."

Qin Wangchuan's expression remained unchanged, he merely said indifferently: "Climbing over the wall to enter the palace, you have quite some guts."

"Speak, what do you seek?"

She slowly stepped forward, her skirt brushing against the stone steps, the decorations on it shimmering with faint light under the moonlight.

"Xuan Yin Immortal Pavilion Saintess, Luo Lingxi."

"I presumptuously came tonight, only to speak with Young Master."

Qin Wangchuan raised an eyebrow, but said nothing, motioning for her to continue.

"To speak of the zither, to speak of melodies, to speak of..." Luo Lingxi paused, her eyes flickering, "To speak of why Young Master can play such music."

— That was a Realm she had pursued for half her life but never reached.

Qin Wangchuan shook his head at her words, continuing to focus on the ancient book in his hand: "Boring."

Luo Lingxi, however, was not annoyed; instead, she took another step closer, a faint fragrance wafting from her sleeves: "Young Master, do you know, ever since we parted at Xuan Yin Pavilion during the day, my heart and mind have been filled with your image."

Her voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable obsession.

Qin Wangchuan finally looked at her directly, his gaze as cold as frost: "So?"

"So..." Xuan Yin Fairy suddenly raised her hand, a wisp of spiritual light condensing at her fingertips, "I wish to ask Young Master to play another tune."

The spiritual light transformed into a zither string, suspended in the air, trembling slightly.

Qin Wangchuan glanced at it, unenthusiastically: "Not interested."

Xuan Yin Fairy's eyes dimmed, then brightened again: "Then..."

Luo Lingxi slowly stepped forward, her skirt rippling like water, revealing half of her jade-like ankle.

She slightly tilted her head, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall, moonlight flowing over her exquisite collarbone, outlining a breathtaking curve.

Her lips curved into a faint smile, her eyes shimmering with captivating allure — a confidence that countless men had gone mad for.

"What is Young Master interested in?"

Her voice was soft as water, carrying a subtle hint of seduction.

— She knew her charm all too well.

Xuan Yin Pavilion Saintess, Luo Lingxi.

Her beauty once made the Sword Prodigy of the Eastern Region willingly break his sword; her zither music once made the Crown Prince of the Northern Realm kneel to seek an audience. How many Prodigies were infatuated with her, how many powerhouses gave their all for her...

But at this moment, she was waiting for a man's answer.

Qin Wangchuan finally looked up, his gaze lingering on her for a moment.

Luo Lingxi's heart quickened slightly — she had seen that look in too many people's eyes: admiration, infatuation, desire...

Qin Wangchuan finally smiled, but it was a curve of mockery: "Even people from Xuan Yin Immortal Pavilion would resort to such methods."

"Or are you hoping your soulmate would be such a person?"