Chapter 667 - 661: A Peerless Beauty

The atmosphere grew increasingly heavy, so thick with hostility you could smell it from streets away. Standing to one side, Yao Wuchen frowned. As the Hall Master of the Medicine Hall, he shouldn’t interfere, but Shen Haoran was the one who had won the title of Pill Emperor. Not only that, during the third round of the test, he had refined a Seventh Grade Elixir—one that produced a Pill Cloud—in a single day. This made Yao Wuchen appreciate his talent greatly.

But just as Yao Wuchen prepared to step forward and speak on Shen Haoran’s behalf, Shen Haoran—who had been shielded by Long Xiaotian and Xuan Potian—slowly dragged himself forward. He looked up at Bai Zhennan in the sky, a cold smirk touching his lips.

"Uncle Long, Patriarch Xuan, I appreciate your kindness, but this is between me and Bai Zhennan. Please don’t drag your clans into this," Shen Haoran said softly. He was well aware of what a war between the Four Great Divine Beast Families would mean for the Demon Race—it would be a catastrophe. But keeping the Cyan Dragon Race and the Black Tortoise Race out of it was only part of his reasoning. More importantly, he wanted to deal with Bai Zhennan himself. At the thought of Lady Ya’s nearly shattered state, a wave of vicious animosity surged within him.

Hearing Shen Haoran’s words, Long Xiaotian and Xuan Potian were stunned. Shen Haoran was severely injured, and his Spiritual Power had been completely depleted in his earlier defense. Bai Zhennan, on the other hand, had only suffered minor flesh wounds and was otherwise fine. Besides, even if Shen Haoran were in his peak condition, he wouldn’t stand a chance against a Spirit Emperor Level powerhouse.

"Nephew Shen, you..." Long Xiaotian looked at Shen Haoran with a worried expression. At this point, he wasn’t just trying to curry favor; he truly saw Shen Haoran as his own nephew.

"Don’t worry, Uncle Long. I’m a tough nut to crack. Even if Bai Zhennan tries to swallow me, he’ll break a few teeth in the process. Before I die, the White Tiger Race will be completely wiped from this world!" Shen Haoran turned to reassure Long Xiaotian, but his eyes were filled with a crazed light.

"Hmph, what arrogance! In that case, let’s see what gives you the confidence to make such a claim!" Hearing Shen Haoran’s words, Bai Zhennan snorted coldly. An overwhelming aura erupted from him, and in the next instant, he was about to lunge toward Shen Haoran.

Staring at Bai Zhennan as his aura exploded forth, the madness in Shen Haoran’s eyes intensified until it consumed his entire expression. ’In my Primordial Small World, the two Spirit Seeds of the Heaven and Earth Spirits have begun to tremble violently. I’m truly at the end of my rope now, but if he pushes me too far, I’ll detonate one of them right here in the White Tiger Clan’s domain. When that happens, even if the White Tiger Clan were filled with Spirit Emperor Powerhouses, they wouldn’t escape annihilation. The might of a Heaven and Earth Spirit isn’t something mortals can withstand.’

The battle between Shen Haoran and Bai Zhennan was about to erupt. The surrounding Martial Artists stared nervously at the two of them. Suddenly, snowflakes began to fall from the sky. The fiery, hostile air was instantly replaced by a bone-chilling cold. The once-clear sky suddenly grew overcast as dark clouds blotted out the blazing sun.

"If you dare to touch a single hair on his head today, I will slaughter your entire clan. If he dies here, then all of you in the Demon Race can prepare to be buried with him!" Amid the falling snow, an icy voice echoed from the heavens, reaching every person’s ears. It was so chilling it made them feel as if they were suffocating, as if the very blood in their veins had frozen solid.

Bai Zhennan was hit the hardest. His once-overwhelming aura vanished in an instant. He stared at the sky in terror, desperately trying to find the speaker, but all he could see were the endlessly falling snowflakes. There was not a soul in sight.

The snow continued to fall, and in the blink of an eye, Central City—still in the height of summer—was blanketed in white. Shen Haoran stared at a snowflake that landed on his palm, his eyes filled with elation. ’That voice... It’s all too familiar. It’s the voice I hear in my dreams every night, the one etched into the depths of my very soul!’

"Look, what’s that?" a person shouted. A moment later, the snowfall ceased. A graceful figure began to walk slowly from across the sky, capturing the attention of everyone in Central City.

As everyone laid eyes on that graceful figure, they all froze where they stood. It was a young woman, a girl of such breathtaking beauty it seemed otherworldly. She wore simple, light-cyan robes that, while not extravagant, could not conceal the proud nobility she exuded—a regal air, like that of a sovereign over heaven and earth, that made one feel an irresistible urge to bow their head.

Her long, black hair was tied back casually. When a light breeze swept past, the silken strands danced in the wind, making her look like a banished immortal who had stumbled into the mortal realm, possessing an ethereal grace that one would not dare profane.

Finally, their gazes fell upon her flawless, exquisite face. In that instant, everyone’s breath hitched. Her fair skin was so delicate it looked as if it would bruise at a touch, with a faint rosy blush on her cheeks. A gentle smile played on her lips, making one feel as if they were basking in a spring breeze. The sight of that smile seemed to instantly banish all fear, anxiety, and worry from one’s heart. This young woman seemed to have been sculpted from the very Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi itself. This was true, flawless perfection.

Gazing at her, even the most lustful of men found their minds cleared of all impure thoughts. They dared not entertain a single lewd notion, fearing it would tarnish such beauty. As for the other women present, they felt not a trace of jealousy, for they knew they weren’t even qualified to feel envious of her.

"Ling Xuan..." Seeing the young woman, Shen Haoran’s throat tightened. He whispered her name, as if unable to believe that what he was seeing was real.

The young woman descended slowly from the sky, and flowers bloomed in her wake. Everyone’s gaze remained fixed on her, afraid to miss a single moment of this woman who was as beautiful as a painting.

A moment later, the young woman stood before Shen Haoran. Seeing the look of shock on his face, she couldn’t help but cover her mouth and chuckle softly. That fleeting, beautiful smile once again left everyone spellbound, and they finally understood the meaning of a smile that could topple nations.

"Brother Haoran..." the young woman’s red lips parted, and a voice like heavenly music flowed out, making Shen Haoran’s heart tremble violently.

Shen Haoran gazed at the young woman before him, and a grin spread across his face. He knew this was no dream. Standing before him was Ji Lingxuan—the girl he thought of day and night, the girl he fought and strived for, the girl for whom he would give up everything.

His body began to tremble with excitement. After a long moment, Shen Haoran could no longer contain his emotions. He took a step forward and, amid countless gasps of shock, pulled the young woman fiercely into his arms, greedily drinking in her scent...

[PS: There will be more tonight!]