49: The Holy Maiden of the Holy Demon Sect takes the stage: This dance of mine is only for you.

"Dao incompatible?" Yan Linger was stunned, her face full of confusion.

What does Dao incompatible mean? What kind of bullshit reason is this?

Not just her, all the Heavens Proud Daughters present, as well as the various experts watching through the heaven-connecting mirror, were all dumbfounded.

They racked their brains but couldn't understand what Jiang Yuan meant by Dao incompatible.

"Jiang Yuan, explain yourself! What do you mean by Dao incompatible?!" Yan Linger pressed relentlessly.

She had to have an explanation today! Otherwise, wouldn't she, Yan Linger, and the Flame God Sect behind her become the laughingstock of the entire Emperor Immortal Great World?

"Literal meaning." Jiang Yuan shrugged, looking helpless. "My Dao is creation, it is reproduction; I pursue the harmony of Yin and Yang and the growth of all things."

"And your Dao is destruction, it is burning, filled with a violent and destructive Qi."

He spoke nonsense with a straight face: "Our Daos are fundamentally in conflict. If we were to force a union, not only would it be of no benefit to either of us, but it could even cause us to be consumed by fire, leading to a backlash of our Daos. Therefore, for your own good, and for my own good, I must eliminate you."

Jiang Yuan's words were spoken with such righteousness and pomp. The crowd was left stunned. It seemed... somewhat reasonable?

Those with different Daos cannot work together. A Dao Companion for a Cultivator is all about the harmony of Dao techniques and the complementarity of Yin and Yang. If two people's Daos are fundamentally in conflict, then it is indeed not suitable for them to be together.

But... this reason is too far-fetched! You, an Innate Fertility Saint Body, what conflict could you possibly have with her Scarlet Flame Battle Body? You handle having children, she handles fighting; isn't that perfectly complementary? Just right to give birth to one that can get stronger while fighting...

"You... you're talking nonsense!" Yan Linger's pretty face flushed red with anger, but she couldn't find a reason to refute him. Because what Jiang Yuan said, theoretically, was indeed valid.

"I'm talking nonsense?" Jiang Yuan shook his head helplessly. "Fine, let me tell you the truth: you're just too weak, and I don't like your type. Are you satisfied now?"

"You..." Yan Linger was choked into silence, tears welling up in her eyes. She had never suffered such grievances since she was born!

But when her eyes caught sight of Qin Mengyao, who was always calm behind her, gazing at the Fairy-like appearance of the other, and that perfect figure, she had to admit that in terms of 'beauty', she was indeed a bit inferior to Qin Mengyao. Perhaps this was the reason she was eliminated... She really wasn't as good-looking as Qin Mengyao!

"Alright, stop standing here." Jiang Yuan waved his hand impatiently. "Hurry up and get down, don't delay the others' performances."

"I..." Yan Linger bit her lip hard, and finally, amidst sympathetic gazes, she walked off the Dao Discussion Platform with an unwilling expression. This humiliation today, I will get it back sooner or later!

Watching Yan Linger's dejected back, Jiang Yuan felt a wave of emotion. Why did she have to force him to tell the truth? Accepting the reason that those with different Daos cannot work together, taking the step down he gave her—was that not good?

With Feng Ling'er and Yan Linger as precedents, the remaining Heavens Proud Daughters became much more obedient. They finally understood: this Jiang Family Imperial Son did not play by the rules at all, was decisive, and was incomparably overbearing. Trying to muddle through or play any little tricks with him was out of the question.

For a time, the atmosphere on the field became somewhat heavy. No one dared to step onto the stage easily again.

"What? No one left?" Jiang Yuan scanned the crowd and raised an eyebrow. "If there's no one, then today's Dao Discussion Assembly ends here?"

Once these words were spoken, many Heavens Proud Daughters became anxious. What a joke? They had come with the hopes and pressure of their entire Sects. If they didn't even get a chance to perform and had to go back in shame, wouldn't they be skinned alive by their Elders?

Just as everyone was hesitating, a laugh that was charming to the bone, as if it could make one's bones melt, suddenly rang out on the field.

"Giggle... Your Highness Imperial Son, why be so impatient? Aren't we big sisters just thinking about what kind of method we should use to satisfy you?"

Everyone looked towards the sound and saw the Saint Demon Sect Saintess, Hu Mei, twisting her water-snake-like waist, moving with light lotus steps, slowly walking onto the Dao Discussion Platform.

Today, she was wearing a black veil as thin as a cicada's wing, which outlined her explosive, devilish figure to the fullest.

Her face, which was naturally charming, was now wearing a soul-stealing smile. A pair of peach blossom eyes, watery as if they could speak, stared straight at Jiang Yuan.

"Hiss—" Many male Cultivators present who had come with their Elders to see the world couldn't help but gasp, feeling as if their souls were about to be snatched away. Even many old guys were staring with straight eyes, their mouths dry.

"Prodigy, what a true Prodigy!" "These Saint Demon Sect women are truly natural sirens!" "Ahem! Everyone, be serious! Watch your status!" An Elder from a faction coughed, forcibly pulling everyone's attention back, but his own eyes couldn't help but linger on Hu Mei for a few more seconds.

Innate Charming Bone is truly terrifying. Even existences in the Saint Realm had a portion of their minds seduced by this Cultivator who wasn't even in the 9th Realm.

Jiang Yuan looked at the siren before him, his eyes lighting up. Worthy of being a 91-point contestant! Just this figure, this temperament, was worth the price of admission. Not to mention, she was also a rare One Body Two Souls!

"Oh? Has Saintess Your Highness thought of how to please me?" Jiang Yuan leaned back on his throne and asked with great interest.

"Pleasing isn't the word." Hu Mei walked in front of Jiang Yuan and bowed gracefully. The movement, the curve, was simply full of charm, making one's imagination run wild.

"I just want to offer a humble dance for Your Highness Imperial Son, and I hope Your Highness will like it." She raised her head, threw a wink at Jiang Yuan, and said in a soft, sweet voice.

"Alright." Jiang Yuan nodded. "Begin." He wanted to see what tricks this One Body Two Souls witch could pull off.

Hearing this, Hu Mei giggled and slowly straightened up. She didn't start dancing immediately but walked slowly, step by step, towards Jiang Yuan's throne.

With every step she took, the black veil on her body fluttered, revealing a bit more of her snow-white skin and breathtaking curves.

The entire Yingxian Island, even those old monsters who had followed from various major factions and had lived for who knows how many years, were staring with straight eyes, their Adam's apples bobbing up and down. "Gulp." Don't know who it was, couldn't help it, swallowed a mouthful of saliva. This sound was exceptionally clear on the silent Dao Discussion Platform.

Many people blushed, hurriedly sat up straight, but couldn't help muttering. "Prodigy! Truly a natural Prodigy!" "How on earth did this Saint Demon Sect cultivate such a siren? This old man has cultivated the Dao for a hundred thousand years and considered my heart like still water, yet today I almost lost my Dao Heart!" "Ahem! Everyone, mind your image! Don't you see the Jiang Family people are watching!" An Elder of a faction coughed, trying to maintain order, but his own eyes were stuck on Hu Mei, unable to move away.

Jiang Yuan leaned on the throne, watching with interest as this woman walked towards him step by step. It had to be said, this woman was truly a beauty of the world. That face was as exquisite as if it had been painted; her pair of peach blossom eyes, with flowing gazes, seemed as if they could drip water. Her figure was even more impeccable; where it should be large, it was exaggeratedly large, and where it should be thin, it was thin enough to be held in one hand. This was simply a devilish figure that had walked out of a 2D world.

"Your Highness Imperial Son..." Hu Mei finally walked to the front of Jiang Yuan's throne. She stopped, slightly tilted her head, her watery eyes staring straight at Jiang Yuan, her voice so soft and sweet it could melt into water. "This dance of mine is performed for you alone."