The Nan Family's Scion, the Upper Realm's Taboo, Shangguan Xieyue

When the man wasn't smiling, he was as cold and aloof as a winter star, giving off an air of indifference.

When he smiled, he bewitched the heart, the intoxicating curve of his lips enough to steal souls.

The red tear mole at the corner of his eye made him look utterly bewitching, drawing people in before they knew it.

"Young master, Miss Xieyue has sent you a letter," the servant said respectfully, head bowed.

Nan Xunran raised an eyebrow at that and asked casually, "Where is she?"

The servant hurried forward and replied respectfully, "Miss Xieyue went to Ghost Valley. Apparently, there's a spirit medicine there that you can use."

Nan Xunran's expression remained unruffled. He nodded lightly. "All right."

His gaze was deep, as though he were pondering something.

Ghost Valley

In an open clearing, a woman stood quietly at the very front.

Disciples from sacred lands and Aristocratic Clans crowded around her, but none dared approach.

The woman's long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, swaying gently in the breeze.

The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and she wore an innocent expression, like a pure and guileless child.

Just moments ago, simply because she saw the spirit medicine in an Aristocratic Clan disciple's hand, she had struck without warning and torn out the disciple's heart.

Blood had gushed out and splattered across her fair face. She paid it no mind, idly hooking a strand of bloodstained hair around her finger and playing with it.

She murmured to herself, "Ah... this won't do. A-Xun wants this spirit medicine, so I'll just have to snatch it..."

Under everyone's gazes, she slowly turned her head, her innocent expression returning as her savagery vanished in an instant.

Yet everyone knew that beneath her gentle exterior lurked a bloodthirsty devil.

She turned around and continued forward as though nothing had happened, saying softly, "A-Xun, A-Xun!! I'll be right back, wait for me..."

Her voice grew fainter and fainter until it faded away.

Only then did everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

Soon after, disciples from some minor factions began quietly asking about the woman's identity.

"The Shangguan Family's third young miss, Shangguan Xieyue," an Aristocratic Clan disciple said slowly.

Someone's face changed dramatically, their eyes widening as they shouted, "The Shangguan Family?! The Shangguan Family from Senluo Hall?!"

Everyone was shaken, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

"That top Aristocratic Clan from the Upper Realm, famous for its smelting techniques?!"

"That woman is the legendary third young miss, Shangguan Xieyue, the most talented person in Senluo Hall's history?!"

"That's right. She's strange in the extreme, and her behavior is impossible to fathom," someone agreed.

"She acts brazenly and recklessly, but because of the Shangguan Family's influence, no one dares stop her."

"Shangguan Xieyue is a complete lunatic," another person remarked.

"She's a lunatic who lives only for her own pleasure."

"Lunatic..." The word seemed to have become the very definition of Shangguan Xieyue.

Just then, someone timidly asked, "Then... who's this A-Xun she was calling for?"

Someone immediately lowered their voice nervously. "Shh! Do you want that lunatic to come looking for us again?!"

Another person hurriedly said, "Shh!!! Once, someone just called out that name, and that crazy woman charged right over and cut down everyone who heard it."

Someone else added, "That name is taboo to Shangguan Xieyue and all the heavenly geniuses of the Sacred Domain..."

Everyone's faces were filled with apprehension and fear.

A voice suddenly came from the void. "That person is the divine son of the Longevity Nan Family."

Another voice immediately chimed in, "That's right. If there's anyone in this world who can keep that crazy woman in check, it's the Nan Family's scion."

"Shangguan Xieyue is that man's own personal mad dog."

At those words, the crowd fell silent in an instant, everyone's eyes filled with awe and fear.

At the mention of the Nan Clan's divine son, everyone fell even more silent than cicadas in winter, not daring to make a single careless remark.

In the Sacred Domain, the Nan Clan was the absolute authority. None dared challenge it, and none dared defy it.