Subsequently, a look of contemplation showed in his gaze, and he slowly said, "Since that is the case, do you know who this Child of Destiny is?"
"I know! This system is very formidable, you know!" If the little ball of light had hands, it probably would have akimboed itself in triumph at that moment.
Then, the system continued, "This person is Nanyang from your branched household, and his Heaven's Mandate Points dropped last time because he stole a Wind-Thunder Beast."
Sure enough, it was someone from that branched household. Hearing this, Nan Xunran nodded and said in a deep voice, "Since tomorrow is free, I shall make a trip to the branched household."
Divine Son Hall
--Hai Hour
Night fell, and Nan Xunran prepared to retire.
Behind him, Jiang Ruxi walked over at a leisurely pace. She wore thin, light garments, and her figure was graceful and slender, swaying like weak willows in the wind.
She approached Nan Xunran with soft steps, her jade hand lifting gently to expertly and meticulously untie his clothing sash, slowly peeling off his outer robe. Her movements were fluid and natural—this was something she must do every day.
Nan Xunran lay on the bed, his eyes slowly closing. His breathing gradually grew steady and deep, and he fell asleep quickly.
--Mao Hour
The sky was still grayish-dim when Jiang Ruxi pushed open the door to Nan Xunran's bedchamber with stealthy steps.
Her footsteps were as light as a cat's, for fear of waking the sleeping Nan Xunran.
Arriving beside the bed, she stood quietly waiting for Nan Xunran to wake, her gaze infatuatedly falling upon Nan Xunran's sleeping face.
His visage appeared exceptionally handsome in the faint light of dawn. Jiang Ruxi simply looked on in a daze, her eyes filled with adoration and tender affection.
--Chen Hour
Nan Xunran woke up leisurely. He frowned slightly and asked, "What time is it?"
Jiang Ruxi snapped back to her senses, bowed in greeting, and said softly, "It is already Chen Hour."
Then, she began to comb his hair and change his clothes for Nan Xunran.
Jiang Ruxi wiped Nan Xunran's face with the utmost gentleness, from his forehead to his chin; every single spot was meticulous.
Subsequently, she picked up a comb and slowly combed Nan Xunran's hair. That head of silvery-white hair flowed smoothly between her fingers, and her movements were gentle and soothing, for fear of hurting him.
Next, she selected a dark robe for Nan Xunran, carefully putting it on him and meticulously smoothing out every corner and crease of the clothing.
During this process, Jiang Ruxi's gaze remained focused and affectionate.
After tidying the bed, she briskly brought over exquisite meals for Nan Xunran, neatly arranging them one by one, before pouring him a cup of clear tea.
A moment later, Nan Xunran finished his meal, stood up, and left.
Jiang Ruxi, who had been waiting to the side, closely followed him almost the moment Nan Xunran stood up.
She quietly trailed behind Nan Xunran, maintaining an appropriate distance that appeared neither overly intimate nor distant.
Nan Xunran ignored her and spoke silently in his heart: System.
"Here, here, here!" The system's response carried an uncontainable excitement.
"Locate Nanyang's position." Nan Xunran's voice was low and steady. He had never set foot in the branched household, so he naturally knew nothing of its layout, let alone the varied locations of the different lineages within the branched household.
"Host, Nanyang is at the branched household's martial arts arena." The system gave the answer swiftly.
Nan Xunran nodded slightly, uttered a concise "Good", and walked toward the martial arts arena.
Branched Household's Martial Arts Arena
Only to see a man with wide-open, angry eyes stride over to Nanyang in a few steps, extend a finger pointing right at him, and shout sternly, "Nanyang! You privately stole the Wind-Thunder Beast, dragging our entire lineage down to be reviled alongside you. Today, you won't get off lightly!"
Someone nearby whispered, "It's Nan Fei, the proud genius of the Second Attendant Lineage."
As the person spoke, he turned his body slightly sideways to look at the person next to him.
"Come to think of it, their lineage is truly unlucky to be saddled with such a reckless disciple."
Another person gently shook his head with a slight frown, his tone carrying a trace of emotion.
"I heard that Nanyang's strength is quite good?" Someone raised a question.
"I've heard that too." The person beside him replied.
At this moment, the people all around began to buzz with discussion, making the scene somewhat noisy.
"It looks like they are going to fight. Whether that's true or not, we'll see once we watch."
Everyone's gazes converged upon Nanyang and Nan Fei, and the air seemed to grow tense.
Nanyang's complexion was extremely unsightly. He glared fiercely at the onlookers around him. Being humiliated like this in full view of the public made the anger in his heart erupt like a volcano.
Gritting his teeth with veins bulging on his forehead, he clenched his right fist tightly, then slammed it fiercely toward Nan Fei, his arm tracing a sharp arc through the air.
Meanwhile, Nan Xunran in the distance had originally just been quietly listening to the sound of their discussions, but when he saw Nanyang's movement clearly, his eyes narrowed slightly.
He lifted his right hand slightly, and an instant later, a powerful coercive pressure was unleashed, spreading rapidly like a tidal wave.
He had originally intended to watch this farce as a bystander, but upon seeing Nan Fei, a thought crossed his mind, and he figured that this person could actually be put to use.
After all, compared to directly slaying the Son of Heaven's Mandate, continuously suppressing him so that his Heaven's Mandate Points gradually plummeted—the rewards obtained through such a method were undoubtedly far more bountiful.
He had plenty of time to play with this Child of Destiny; he just wondered how long the fellow could hold out...