11: Chapter 11 First Encounter with the Fairy! An Miaoyi's Shy Demeanor!

Northern Region, Divine City.

Night fell, but this sleepless city, suspended in the air, remained brightly lit.

The palace where Miaoyu Nunnery was located was shrouded in mist, and the sound of flutes and strings echoed in the night, like a fairyland on Earth.

In the top-floor embroidered building, An Miaoyi dismissed all her maids.

She sat alone before a zither, her fingers gently caressing the strings, yet she dared not pluck them to make a sound.

Her gaze was fixed on the Void Realm in the center of the room, her breathing somewhat hurried.

She tidied her clothes and checked her makeup in a bronze mirror, ensuring there were no flaws.

As the successor of Miaoyu Nunnery, she was accustomed to meeting various Saints and Prodigies. Even facing someone of the level of the Holy Son Yaoguang, she could remain composed and converse cheerfully.

But today was different.

The person arriving today had emerged from a life Forbidden Ground.

That was a Jedi where even Saints would stop, yet the other party not only lived there for many years but could also freely enter and exit with others.

This disparity in status made An Miaoyi feel a sense of reverence from the depths of her Soul.

"Om—"

Just then, ripples suddenly appeared in the Void Realm at the center of the room.

There was no earth-shattering roar, nor dazzling divine light.

The space there seemed to be gently parted by an invisible large hand, and a spatial door appeared out of thin air.

Inside the door was a deep nothingness, as if connecting to a world of another dimension.

An Miaoyi immediately stood up, her hands clasped in front of her, her posture slightly leaning forward, adopting the most respectful stance.

One foot stepped out from the spatial door.

It was a pair of pure white boots, followed by a white robe as pure as snow.

Ye Xuan walked out.

He looked very young, only seventeen or eighteen years old.

His face was handsome, with soft features, not the overbearing, world-suppressing majesty An Miaoyi had imagined.

On the contrary, he carried a casual and unrestrained aura, like a boy next door who had just woken up and gone for a walk.

But the person following him made An Miaoyi's pupils suddenly contract.

Saintess Tianxuan.

That peerless Prodigy who was famous in the Eastern Barren six thousand years ago and eventually perished with her Holy Land.

At this moment, she quietly followed behind Ye Xuan, her ancient attire, though somewhat worn, could not conceal her cold and ethereal temperament.

Her face was expressionless, her eyes cold, yet she possessed an inviolable sacred majesty.

The two stood one after another in this embroidered building filled with fresh fragrance.

An Miaoyi only felt her throat go dry.

She dared not delay, quickly stepped forward, and bowed deeply to Ye Xuan.

"Greetings, Senior!"

Her voice trembled slightly, a mix of nervousness and excitement.

Ye Xuan surveyed his surroundings.

The room was exquisitely luxurious, with gauze curtains, jade-paved floors, and a faint scent of ambergris in the air.

Compared to the Ancient Forbidden Land, which was nothing but rocks and trees, this place indeed had a bit more of the Mortal World's liveliness.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the submissive woman before him.

An Miaoyi was beautiful.

Not just flawless in appearance, but also possessing a naturally enchanting charm.

Even though she appeared dignified and respectful at this moment, the allure in her eyes and brows was still captivating.

"Fairy Miaoyi, you're too polite!"

Ye Xuan waved his hand, his tone relaxed.

"You can just call me Ye Xuan from now on! 'Senior, Senior' sounds too distant, and I'm not that old either."

Hearing this, An Miaoyi was slightly startled.

She looked up and met Ye Xuan's clear eyes.

There was no condescending arrogance, nor greed for beauty, only peace and indifference.

This attitude made An Miaoyi feel a sense of relief.

She displayed a beautiful smile, a smile that bloomed like a hundred flowers, brightening the entire room by several degrees.

"Then Miaoyi will respectfully obey! Young Master Ye!"

This address of "Young Master Ye" was melodious and endearing, carrying a hint of intimacy while perfectly retaining respect.

Afterward, An Miaoyi turned around and faced Saintess Tianxuan, who had been standing behind Ye Xuan.

Although she knew that Saintess Tianxuan's current state was special, possibly just a Desolate Slave, An Miaoyi still maintained the utmost courtesy towards this Senior from six thousand years ago.

She bowed again.

"Greetings, Senior!"

However, Saintess Tianxuan showed no reaction.

She stood there silently like a lifeless jade sculpture, not even raising an eyelid.

Her cold eyes passed through An Miaoyi, looking into the unknown Void Realm.

The atmosphere became a bit awkward.

An Miaoyi maintained her bowing posture, feeling somewhat at a loss.

Seeing this, Ye Xuan casually explained: "Sister Saintess has a cold personality, you don't need to mind. It's always like this in the Forbidden Ground too; she rarely speaks, except occasionally helping me make tea."

Make tea...

An Miaoyi's mouth twitched slightly.

To have a peerless Prodigy of the ancient Saint Realm make tea—only Young Master Ye could say such a thing.

"It was Miaoyi who was presumptuous."

An Miaoyi straightened up, naturally diffusing the awkwardness.

She walked to the table and gestured for Ye Xuan to sit.

"Young Master Ye, please take the honored seat. My humble abode is simple, with nothing much to offer, just some light wine and spirit fruits. I hope Young Master won't mind."

Ye Xuan didn't stand on ceremony and directly sat in the main seat.

Saintess Tianxuan silently stood behind him, like the most loyal guard.

An Miaoyi did not call in other maids.

She knew that a person like Ye Xuan would surely not want too many people to know his whereabouts.

Moreover, being able to personally serve such an existence was a great honor in itself.

She walked to the table, extended her slender jade hand, and picked up an exquisite jade pot.

"This is 'Drunken Immortal Brew,' a treasure of Miaoyu Nunnery, made from the stamens of ninety-nine kinds of spirit flowers, combined with divine source liquid, and buried underground for a hundred years."

An Miaoyi introduced it while slightly leaning forward to pour wine for Ye Xuan.

The clear wine flowed into the cup, emitting a rich fragrance that made one feel refreshed.

Ye Xuan picked up the wine cup and took a sip.

"It tastes good."

He commented.

Although it was slightly inferior to the pure life essence of divine spring water, this wine indeed had a unique flavor, carrying the liveliness of the Mortal World, something he had never experienced during his many years in the Forbidden Ground.

Seeing Ye Xuan's satisfaction, An Miaoyi was secretly pleased.

She then picked up a spirit fruit from the plate and carefully peeled it.

It was a "Crimson Cloud Fruit," a specialty of the Eastern Barren. Although not as Heaven-Defying as an immortal medicine, it was still a precious item; Mortals who ate one could extend their lifespan by ten years, and Cultivators could increase their cultivation.

"Young Master, please try this."

An Miaoyi held the peeled spirit fruit with both hands and offered it to Ye Xuan.

Her movements were gentle, her demeanor respectful, completely placing herself in the position of a maid.

If her many suitors outside were to see this scene, their hearts would probably shatter.

The dignified successor of Miaoyu Nunnery, the dream lover of countless young talents, was actually peeling fruit for someone at this moment.

Ye Xuan took the spirit fruit and took a bite.

It was sweet and sour, with abundant juice.

"Thank you, Fairy."

Ye Xuan ate the fruit, in high spirits.

This was living.

Although resources were plentiful in the Forbidden Ground, how could those cold, unfeeling days compare to now? With fine wine, delicious food, and beautiful company.

He leaned back in his chair, watching An Miaoyi busy herself, refilling his wine and peeling fruit for him.

Under the lamplight, An Miaoyi's profile was flawless, her long eyelashes slightly trembling, focused and earnest.