Yang Guifei! The Prosperous Tang Dynasty!

Just then.

A crisp sound of tinkling jade pendants came from the private room on the second floor of the restaurant.

A faint, elegant fragrance instantly overpowered the smell of alcohol in the hall. It was the scent of peonies in full bloom, noble and alluring.

The previously noisy hall of the restaurant became eerily quiet as the fragrance spread.

All eyes involuntarily converged towards the staircase entrance on the second floor.

A jade foot, fairer than frost and snow, gently stepped onto the dark red wooden stairs.

The instep arched in a beautiful curve, and the ankle was slender and rounded, exuding a breathtaking whiteness.

Following it was an extremely luxurious Nishang Yuyi, full of aesthetic appeal.

The person who arrived was Yang Guifei.

She lazily leaned on the handrail of the stairs. With every step she took, her plump and graceful figure swayed gently, like a peony blooming in the wind.

The skirt had a very high slit. As she walked, her long, straight legs were faintly visible.

They were full of flesh, yet not the slightest bit bloated. It was a charm that had reached its absolute peak of maturity.

Dai Mubai's movements froze completely.

His Evil Eyes stared intently at the woman descending the stairs, his Adam's apple rolling violently and uncontrollably.

A top-tier beauty.

This was simply the ultimate beauty in the mortal world.

He had seen countless women in the Star Luo Imperial Family and frequented the brothels in Suotuo City, yet he had never seen such a stunner.

Her face was delicate and alluring, her eyes seemed capable of stealing one's soul as they flickered, yet she possessed a noble aura befitting a queen.

This strong contrast caused the evil fire within Dai Mubai to surge three zhang high instantly.

Just as Dai Mubai was watching, almost drooling...

Rumble!

In the Sky Vault, the Golden Ranking screen, which had just subsided, churned again.

The original Black Fire Cloud was forcefully torn apart by an extremely cold Freezing Qi.

Snowflakes fluttered everywhere, and the entire sky instantly transformed into a crystal-clear Ice Blue world.

[Martial Soul Ranking, 17th place!]

[Name: Shui Bing'er!]

[Affiliation: Haiyue Empire.]

[Martial Soul: Ice Phoenix.]

Within the image, a young woman in a sky-blue long dress stood proudly atop an ice mountain peak.

Her appearance was cold and clear, her aura like eternal, unmelting profound ice. She bore some resemblance to Shui Yue'er from before, but was even more proud and awe-inspiring.

Behind her, a giant ice-blue phoenix phantom spread its wings and cried out, its passage freezing the very space into fine cracks.

[Reward Issued: Martial Soul Evolution!]

[Evolution Direction: Extreme Ice Phoenix!]

[Received two God-Bestowed Soul Rings, Soul Power increased by three levels!]

Another person from the Haiyue Empire.

And another top-tier phoenix-type Martial Soul.

These two sisters had actually both broken into the top twenty.

On the front lines of the Martial Soul Empire, in the Commander's Tent.

Bibi Dong leaned lazily on the throne covered with animal hide, holding the scepter that symbolized power.

Her pale purple eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at the Extreme Ice Phoenix soaring across the Heavenly Curtain.

"Haiyue Empire..."

"It seems the second-ranked power truly has considerable depth."

Bibi Dong's voice was calm, betraying little emotional fluctuation.

To her, whether it was Ma Hongjun's Evil Fire Phoenix or Shui Bing'er's Ice Phoenix, while good, were not enough to make her feel threatened.

As long as they weren't in the top ten, they were not to be feared.

What she cared about, always, was only the top position.

That was something she had to obtain.

Outside Heaven Dou City, the Martial Soul Empire's encampment.

Qian Renxue, dressed in a golden palace gown, stood atop the high platform. The wind stirred her long golden hair, causing it to shimmer brilliantly under the sunlight.

Her stunningly beautiful face carried a touch of holiness; her skin was like snow, and her figure was tall and curvaceous.

Her tight waist was perfectly outlined by golden armor, and her long legs, encased in golden combat boots, appeared exceptionally powerful and slender.

At this moment, she was no longer the Xue Qinghe who had once lurked within the Heaven Dou Imperial Family.

She was the successor to the Angel God and the Young Mistress of the Martial Soul Empire.

Watching the Phoenix Martial Soul appear one after another on the Heavenly Curtain, a trace of disdain flashed in Qian Renxue's eyes.

"Does this kind of scruffy bird deserve to be called a top-tier Martial Soul?"

"In the presence of the radiance of the Six-Winged Angel, everything else must pale in comparison."

She possessed absolute confidence in herself.

Her Martial Soul was a God-Bestowed Martial Soul, and she possessed Innate Level 20 Full Soul Power. There would undoubtedly be a place for her in the top three of this ranking.

Chang'an City, Taibai Restaurant.

Although the images on the Heavenly Curtain were shocking, for the diners inside Taibai Restaurant at this moment, the stunning beauty before them was clearly more attractive.

Yang Guifei had already walked onto the high platform that had been set up in the center of the first-floor lobby.

She did not mind the scorching gazes around her; she simply held a pipa and sat down with elegant posture.

She raised her slender hands lightly.

Zheng—

A clear and resonant pipa note rang out, instantly piercing everyone's eardrums.

The crowd, which had been noisy just a moment ago, fell completely silent.

Yang Guifei's fingers danced across the strings, as fast as lightning, yet as smooth as flowing water.

The music was at times like Big Pearls Small Pearls Falling on a Jade Plate, crisp and pleasant to the ear; at other times, it was like Thousands of Soldiers and Horses Crossing a Wasteland, filled with a murderous aura.

As the music rose and fell, her curvaceous figure swayed gently along with it.

The snowy white skin at her neckline rose and fell slightly with her breathing, rippling with wave after wave of alluring curves.

Her jade-like legs were crossed beneath her skirt, glowing with an ivory luster under the light of the lamps.

This was not just a feast for the ears, but the ultimate visual enjoyment.

All the men present were stunned, mesmerized as if their souls had been ensnared by the pipa music.

Dai Mubai's eyes were bloodshot, his breathing heavy like a bull's.

The effects of alcohol, coupled with the pent-up resentment in his heart, and the stimulation from the peerless beauty before him.

At this moment.

Reason completely abandoned him.

In his eyes, this Yang Guifei was merely a Singer flaunting herself in public.

Since she was a Singer, she was meant to be played with.

As long as there was money, there was no woman he couldn't have.

The song ended.

The lingering melody echoed, refusing to dissipate.

Just as everyone was still immersed in the beautiful music, unable to extricate themselves.

"Good! What a pipa piece!"

A jarring shout shattered the tranquility.

Dai Mubai abruptly stood up, kicked away the chair behind him, and staggered towards the high platform.

His Evil Eyes were fixed on Yang Guifei's ample bosom, a smile on his face that he thought was suave but was utterly greasy.

"Beauty, that was a fine piece. It pleased this young master greatly."

Dai Mubai walked to the front of the stage and directly pulled a heavy bag of Gold Soul Coins from his embrace, slamming it onto the edge of the platform.

With a clatter.

The bag opened, and golden Soul Coins spilled onto the ground.

"Here are a thousand Gold Soul Coins."

Dai Mubai raised his head, his gaze sweeping unscrupulously over Yang Guifei's thighs.

"Tonight, you are mine."

"Go, wash up and wait for me in the room. Send up your best wine and food."