14: Chapter 14 A Fairy Dances Under the Moon! Ye Xuan: Holy Maiden Sister, you should learn from this!

The moonlight poured down like liquid silver, covering the entire terrace.

An Miaoyi stood under the moonlight, took a deep breath, and adjusted her breathing.

The next moment, she moved.

There was no accompaniment of strings or bamboo flutes, only the soft sound of the night breeze brushing against her sleeves.

She raised her hand, and her wide sleeves slid down her arm, revealing a wrist as white as frost and snow.

Her wrist turned lightly, and her fingertips traced a graceful arc in the Void Realm.

Dancing, she played with her clear shadow.

Her dance was not hurried, but slow and graceful.

Every movement was incredibly fluid, as if she were engaging in a silent dialogue with the moonlight and the night breeze.

Her waist was as supple as if it had no bones, swaying with the changes in her steps.

Her skirt spread out on the ground, flying up as she spun, resembling a white lotus blooming under the moon.

Ye Xuan watched this scene and took a sip from his wine cup.

This was what life was all about.

This was the treatment he should have as a "second-generation emperor" after his Transmigration.

Thinking back on the days of the past three years, it was practically the life of an ascetic monk.

Every day, besides eating fruits, he was either thrown into the abyss by the Great Completion Holy Body for training or left staring blankly at the nine holy mountains.

Nothing like now.

He was in a prosperous divine city, accompanied by a stunning beauty.

He was drinking century-old spirit wine and watching a Fairy dance.

"This An Miaoyi really has some talent," Ye Xuan praised silently in his heart.

Her dance was of a very high standard; not only was her figure excellent, but what was even rarer was that Concept.

When she danced, she seemed to be glowing, and that aura—a blend of confidence and allure—could truly drive countless men crazy.

No wonder Emperor Ye couldn't forget her in the original work.

Ye Xuan enjoyed the beauty's dance while savoring this rare moment of comfort.

At this moment, his peripheral vision caught Saintess Tianxuan standing to the side.

This number one beauty of the Eastern Wilderness from six thousand years ago was still standing there like a log.

She stared expressionlessly ahead, not knowing if she was watching An Miaoyi dance or looking at the dust in the air.

The moonlight shone on her face, making her look exceptionally cold, even carrying a hint of deathly stillness.

Ye Xuan looked at her and suddenly felt it was a bit of a pity.

In terms of appearance, Saintess Tianxuan definitely did not lose to An Miaoyi, and perhaps even surpassed her in temperament due to that holy, otherworldly feeling.

In terms of figure, although she was wearing wide, ancient clothing, one could still see her tall and slender frame.

Such a peerless beauty acting like a robot all day was truly a waste of heaven's gift.

On a whim, Ye Xuan couldn't help but speak up.

He turned his head to look at Saintess Tianxuan and pointed at An Miaoyi, who was dancing gracefully in the center of the terrace.

"Hey, Saintess Sister."

Ye Xuan's voice was not loud, but it was very clear in the quiet embroidery building.

"Look at her."

Ye Xuan teased: "You should learn some talents too. What's the use of just knowing how to fight? Look at Fairy An, how well she dances, and how much charm she has."

He paused and looked Saintess Tianxuan up and down.

"Otherwise, being cold all day, doing nothing but staring blankly, it's a waste of this good figure and this face. If you could dance or play the zither or something, those three years I spent in the Forbidden Ground wouldn't have been so boring."

Ye Xuan said this purely because he was bored and just joking around.

Of course, he knew the current state of Saintess Tianxuan.

Although part of her consciousness had been awakened, most of the time she was still under the control of Chaos and instinct.

She was a Desolate Slave, a "living dead" person forcibly kept in this world by the power of the Ruthless Emperor.

Let her learn to dance?

That was harder than making a pig climb a tree.

As expected.

Facing Ye Xuan's teasing, Saintess Tianxuan had no reaction.

She still stood there quietly, not even lifting her eyelids.

Those hollow, deep eyes did not ripple with the slightest wave, as if what Ye Xuan had just said didn't exist at all.

Or rather, to her, Ye Xuan was like air.

Ruthless.

Indifferent.

Even carrying a kind of disdain for all things in the world.

Ye Xuan looked at her unyielding demeanor and pursed his lips.

"Fine."

He shrugged, turned his head, and looked back at the center of the terrace.

"You are a cold and aloof Fairy, so keep up that cold and aloof posture. Anyway, I never expected you to actually dance for me."

Ye Xuan met with no response, but he didn't care.

He was just saying it casually anyway.

At this time, the dance on the terrace was nearing its end.

An Miaoyi's movements gradually quickened.

She was like a butterfly flitting through the moonlight, her spinning speed increasing, her skirt flying, bringing with it a fragrant breeze.

Finally, she suddenly stopped.

Her hands were raised high, her waist arched back, striking a highly tense final pose.

The moonlight spilled onto her face, and sweat slid down her slender neck, crystal clear.

The dance ended.

The embroidery building was silent, with only the sound of An Miaoyi's slightly hurried breathing.

She slowly finished her movements and straightened up.

Her chest heaved slightly from the intense exertion, a layer of fine sweat beads on her forehead, and a few strands of hair stuck to her cheeks, making her look less like a high and mighty Fairy with Immortal Qi and more like a charming beauty who evoked pity.

She turned around and looked at Ye Xuan.

There was a trace of anticipation and a trace of nervousness in her eyes.

Ye Xuan put down the wine cup in his hand.

He raised his hands and clapped lightly.

"Clap, clap, clap."

The crisp sound of applause echoed in the embroidery building.

"Good."

Ye Xuan looked at An Miaoyi and did not spare his praise.

"This dance should only exist in the heavens; it is rarely heard in the Mortal world. Fairy Miaoyi's dance posture is truly worthy of the four words 'peerless elegance'."

Although his words were a bit exaggerated, they were indeed from the heart.

At least among the performances he had seen, none could compare to this scene before him.

Hearing Ye Xuan's praise, An Miaoyi felt all her fatigue vanish.

A pleasantly surprised smile appeared on her face, and stars seemed to twinkle in her peach-blossom eyes.

"Young Master, you flatter me..."

She lowered her head and shyly adjusted her slightly messy collar.

"As long as Young Master likes it, Miaoyi... can often dance for you in the future."

Her voice was very soft, carrying a hint of obvious fawning and suggestion.

Ye Xuan smiled, didn't take the bait, and just pointed to the seat beside him.

"Tired? Come over and sit, rest for a while."

An Miaoyi nodded obediently, moved with light lotus steps, and walked back to the table.

She didn't sit down immediately, but first picked up the wine pot, wanting to pour wine for Ye Xuan.

But her hand was trembling slightly, obviously, that dance had consumed a lot of her stamina.

After all, the dance she performed was not a Mortal's dance; it was actually a secret technique originating from Miaoyu Nunnery, which required consuming quite a bit of Divine Power.

Plus, the alcohol was rising, making her a bit unsteady on her feet.

Ye Xuan saw her state.

He reached out and gently pressed on the back of An Miaoyi's hand.

"That's enough, don't pour the wine."

Ye Xuan's palm was warm, making An Miaoyi's hand tremble slightly.

"Drinking too much wine is bad for the body, and it also easily leads to mistakes."

Ye Xuan took out a few leaves from his bitter sea.

The leaves had strange shapes; some looked like small tripods, some like divine phoenixes, and some like little people sitting cross-legged.

Each leaf flowed with mysterious Dao charm and emitted a faint fragrance.

Enlightenment Tea leaves.

Ye Xuan also took out a bottle of divine spring water and placed it on the table.

"Fairy, come brew a pot of tea to sober up."

Immediately, he pushed the tea leaves and water in front of An Miaoyi, his tone very casual.