12: How should I communicate with this new beauty?

[Ding! A suitable beauty has been detected. Please Sign-in after contacting and interacting with her!]

As the voice rang in his mind, a faint golden halo appeared on Fang Qingyao within Xu Jinhuan's field of vision.

The halo wasn't conspicuous, but it stood out from the surroundings, allowing one to see her location at a glance.

"Is this the filter for the System's Sign-in target?"

Xu Jinhuan felt it was quite novel. This perspective was like having X-ray vision in a game from his previous life; the woman named Fang Qingyao had nowhere to hide before him.

"But, how does 'contact and interaction' count? What level of deep interaction is required to Sign-in?"

Xu Jinhuan was completely bewildered.

It couldn't be helped; his first time had been obscured by that certain Addictive Master, leaving him no time to pay attention to such details.

"What if it requires an 'in-depth' and 'thorough' interaction..."

Thinking of this, Xu Jinhuan shook his head.

"If it's really like that, before I'm clear on Revered Master's attitude, it's better not to take this Sign-in reward for now."

He hadn't forgotten that his current Revered Master's strength was unfathomable, such that even the Taiyi Old Ancestor treated her with wary respect.

Such powerful experts have their own pride and likely wouldn't allow him to mess around with women.

He still lacked strength; he hadn't been able to make that female rogue beg for mercy, so he lacked the confidence.

I need to work harder... Thinking this, Xu Jinhuan shook his head.

"Forget it, I'll just build a good relationship with Fang Qingyao first. What if it only requires saying a few words?"

Looking at Fang Qingyao, Xu Jinhuan didn't immediately step in to help her out of her predicament.

Instead, he watched to see how things would develop.

The Dao is not taught lightly, and techniques are not sold cheaply; things obtained too easily are never cherished.

Xu Jinhuan wanted to interact deeply with her and earn her gratitude, so he needed to wait for the right moment.

In front of the Jumang Divine Pagoda, Fang Qingyao finally spoke.

"Saint Son Lianshan is indeed outstanding, but not enough for me to follow."

"To make me, Fang Qingyao, willingly follow someone, they must at least be a supreme Prodigy who can suppress an entire era."

The Holy Land knew she was exceptionally talented, but no one knew she possessed the Eye of Destiny, which could glimpse the future and periodically see an unmanifested Opportunity.

Of course, the power of these eyes was too Heaven-Defying to be activated at will; she could only passively receive information.

And Fang Qingyao had joined the Taiyi Holy Land precisely because of these Eye of Destiny.

Fifteen years ago, when she first triggered the Eye of Destiny, what she saw wasn't an Opportunity, but a figure—a supreme figure walking out of the Taiyi Holy Land.

That person was dressed in white, transcendent and peerless, with his back to all living beings.

Behind him, the Three Thousand Dao Provinces and the Primordial Myriad Races bowed in unison, calling out the name of the Heavenly Emperor.

It was because she knew that the Taiyi Holy Land was about to produce such a supreme powerhouse that Fang Qingyao came here.

Only this supreme expert could help the Fang Family take revenge.

However, after fifteen years in the Holy Land, Fang Qingyao had seen all the Saints, and none had the demeanor of that supreme figure.

At least, this Seventeenth Holy Son Jiang Lianshan was not him.

However, such words sounded incredibly ridiculous and ironic to Yuan Mengrou.

"Heh, Fang girl, 'suppressing an era'—what a clumsy excuse! You actually have the nerve to say that!"

Talents were emerging in large numbers across the Three Thousand Dao Provinces, and with various Sacred Bodies and Divine Bodies appearing in this generation, it was clearly another Golden Age.

Even if the legendary Chaos Body or Innate Dao Body appeared, they wouldn't dare claim they could suppress an entire era.

Furthermore, Yuan Mengrou already had no good feelings toward Fang Qingyao, so her tone became increasingly harsh.

"I'll ask you one last time: will you submit or not?!"

Gritting her teeth, Yuan Mengrou's Divine Palace Realm pressure erupted, attempting to suppress her.

Fang Qingyao's expression changed; clearly, the pressure was causing her no small amount of trouble, but she only gave a cold snort, her attitude unchanged.

In the distance, Xu Jinhuan, who had been observing the situation, saw this and knew it was time to act.

Stepping forward, he arrived before the crowd, the Golden Core within his body rotating.

Hum—

The pressure of a Perfect Golden Core erupted, suppressing a thousand miles.

It was clearly just the pressure of the Golden Core Realm, yet it was overbearingly peerless and extremely powerful, directly sweeping away Yuan Mengrou of the Divine Palace Realm.

There was even a trace of crimson at the corner of her mouth, her eyes filled with disbelief.

She, a dignified seventh-level Divine Palace Realm expert, was actually injured by the pressure of a Golden Core Realm!

"Is that... Sequence Xu?!"

The Cultivators watching the scene immediately recognized Xu Jinhuan.

His face was simply too handsome; it made men fall silent and women weep. In just three short days, his fame had spread throughout the entire Taiyi Holy Land.

"Greetings, Sequence Xu!"

Instantly, the surrounding Disciples bowed in greeting.

"Sequence Xu is indeed peerlessly handsome. From today on, I can only yield my title of 'Taiyi's Most Handsome' to him."

A male Disciple murmured to himself.

"What a pretty face. It must feel great to kiss!"

More female Disciples were looking at Xu Jinhuan now, their eyes shining.

"So good-looking, want to eat, want to ride..."

Some female Cultivators even had silly smiles, drooling from the corners of their mouths, their minds starting to imagine unspeakable things.

Feeling those predatory gazes, Xu Jinhuan somewhat regretted being so high-profile.

Right now, he could barely hold his own against his Revered Master.

If there were many more like her, it would really be the death of him... Of course, with his limited experience and having seen few women, Xu Jinhuan didn't know that his Revered Master was already at the ceiling of human combat power.

He was born in Rome, but it was also on Hell difficulty... Ignoring the burning, thirsty gazes of the surrounding female Cultivators, Xu Jinhuan walked between the two women who had just been arguing.

Both of them naturally bowed to him. At the end of the day, they were just two Core Disciples, and their status was far below that of Xu Jinhuan, the number zero sequence.

"Senior Sister Yuan, could you do Jinhuan a favor and let this go?"

Xu Jinhuan looked at Yuan Mengrou and said.

Hearing this, Yuan Mengrou knew that her attempt to pressure Fang Qingyao was destined to fail today. She could only glare at her and reply resentfully.

"Since the sequence is here, I dare not disobey."

After saying that, she walked away in her green dress, her hips swaying forcefully as if she wanted to vent the frustration in her heart on the ground.

Only Xu Jinhuan and Fang Qingyao were left.

"Thank you, Sequence Xu, for helping me out."

Fang Qingyao bowed again, her black dress tightening the exquisite curves of her waist and hips, making them look even more slender.

"It's nothing. Just a small favor."

Seeing that she didn't seem to want to continue talking, Xu Jinhuan didn't force it and engaged in some awkward small talk.

Moreover, he wasn't the type who knew how to find topics to talk about.

"Since you're fine now, I'll head into the Jumang Divine Pagoda first."

After Xu Jinhuan finished speaking, he didn't give Fang Qingyao a chance to respond and turned to walk toward the Jumang Divine Pagoda.

Fang Qingyao was still phrasing her words; she was actually socially anxious, and her previous silence was because she didn't know what to say.

However, Xu Jinhuan's move caught her completely off guard.

"Xu..."

Fang Qingyao looked at Xu Jinhuan's receding back and was about to say something when she suddenly stopped. Images from fifteen years ago flooded her mind.

That back turned to all living beings, suppressing an era, gradually overlapped with the figure before her.