The Fairy of Mystic Sound Immortal Pavilion Would Actually Try to Please Someone?

Before Elder Hu could finish speaking, the entire Fan Clan mansion suddenly trembled violently. The glazed tiles on the eaves shattered and transformed into thousands of sharp blades that floated in mid-air.

"Elder Hu!" The gray-robed elder's eyes were bloodshot as he suddenly knelt down and crawled forward. "Back when the Savage Wilderness invaded, you were critically injured and on the verge of death. It was the blood and flesh of my Fan Clan members that paved the way for your survival!"

Upon hearing this, Elder Hu closed his eyes briefly, his withered fingers clenching and unclenching.

"That bit of affection from back then..." His voice was hoarse, as if it came from a great distance, "Was worn away long ago when you were bullying and oppressing us."

The Fan Clan's position as the head of the six major Lineage was due to the assistance of Elder Hu.

--The misfortune that befell the Fan Clan today is the bitter fruit of their arrogance and reliance on past favors.

After saying this, Elder Hu slowly turned around, unable to bear watching what was about to happen.

As Elder Hu turned around, the world suddenly fell into a Deathly Stillness.

A Golden Seal pierced the sky from the direction of the imperial palace, instantly enveloping the entire Fan Clan mansion.

Before the Fan Clan family could react, they were already unable to move— their Spiritual Power was sealed, their voices were silenced, and even breathing became difficult.

Although the Quasi-Emperor level experts, led by the gray-robed elder, could still move, their eyes widened and their lips trembled upon seeing this, yet they couldn't utter a single sound.

This is the emperor's Golden Seal!

"If that's the case, then let's fight!" the gray-robed elder roared. "Fan Clan sons! Follow me and break through the formation!"

Normally, the Fan Clan has many powerful members, making them not so easy to deal with.

But the Golden Seal had already been made, and the overall situation was already settled.

Above the sky, the powerful figures of the Imperial Dynasty descended silently, their dark silhouettes obscuring the light of day, like dark clouds pressing down overhead.

They remained silent, simply raising their hands indifferently, causing thousands of runes to emerge from their palms and simultaneously activating the Golden Seal.

There were no shouts of killing, no pleas for mercy, and even the sound of the wind disappeared.

This was a silent massacre.

The entire Fan Clan mansion was like a painting licked by flames, with everyone silently burning and disappearing.

When the Golden Seal disappeared, the Fan Clan's buildings still stood, but they were now deserted.

The plaque disappeared, the clan emblem vanished, and even the plants in the courtyard lost their vitality, as if no living beings had ever existed here.

Those who are not at home may escape for the time being, but the Imperial Dynasty court has already issued a warrant for their capture.

Unless they change their names, the collateral Lineage in other states will also be purged.

--The Fan Clan is hereby expelled.

That night, at the palace residence.

The night was as still as water, and the wind chimes on the eaves tinkled softly.

Qin Wangchuan leaned against the soft couch by the window, his slender fingers turning the pages of an ancient book, while Ye Jianwei Zither Music filled the air.

Moonlight streamed through the window lattice, casting dappled shadows on his cold, handsome profile.

Su Yingxue curled up beside his legs like a tired cat, her head gently resting on his lap.

Her breathing was even, her long eyelashes casting soft shadows beneath her eyes, and she still clutched a piece of his clothing in her hand—as if afraid that if she let go, this beautiful dream would end.

The melodious Zither Music flowed like a babbling brook through the tranquil night.

Suddenly, his eyebrows twitched slightly, and he looked up out the window—

A Shadow Guard came to report, "Your Young Master, someone is approaching."

"It's that Holy Maiden from the Mystic Sound Immortal Pavilion. She concealed her aura and climbed over the west palace wall to approach this way."

"Mystic Sound Pavilion?" Qin Wangchuan's fingertips paused slightly, a thoughtful look flashing between his brows.

"Oh..." After a moment, he let out a soft scoff as if suddenly realizing something, "That guy playing the piano."

His tone was so indifferent, as if he were talking about something insignificant.

"Climbing over the wall to enter the palace, that's quite interesting."

"Let her come over."

The moonlight was hazy, and the palace walls stood tall.

The Mystic Sound Fairy, dressed in a simple white dress, stood beneath the palace wall, her fingertips lightly touching a Cyan Jade Pill Bottle at her waist.

She looked up at the palace walls, a resolute glint in her eyes.

"I must see him..."

With a gentle touch of her jade-like fingers, she opened the Pill Bottle, and a lustrous, dew-like elixir rolled into her palm.

Without hesitation, she took it. In an instant, the spiritual power around her receded like a tide, and even her breathing became barely perceptible.

With a gentle wave of her hand, a string from a zither flew out from her sleeve and lingered around the eaves of the palace wall.

She lightly touched the ground with her toes, Borrowing Strength to vault over the high wall, her movements as light as a snowflake falling.

It's too quiet.

Mystic Sound Fairy leaned against the palace wall, her brows slightly furrowed.

If her admirers, who worship her like a goddess, were to see this...

The fairy who was unattainable in their eyes was now lying on the palace wall like a thief in the night, just to meet a man in the dark. I wonder what they thought of that.

However, strangely enough...

The imperial palace was a forbidden area, which should have been heavily guarded, yet no one stopped me along the way.

Even the patrolling Imperial Guards seemed to avoid her route, as if...

It was as if they had known she would come.

Her fingers tightened slightly, a hint of unease rising in her heart, but she quickly suppressed it with her obsession.

"Never mind..."

She leaped lightly off the palace wall, her toes barely touching the ground, and silently passed through the long corridor.

Moonlight shone on her shoulders, revealing a thin layer of sweat—even with the Breath Concealment Pill, she could still feel countless eyes watching her from the shadows.

But strangely enough, no one stopped them.

This eerie calm made her heart race.

Finally, she stopped in front of a palace.

The palace doors were slightly ajar, as if waiting.

The Zither Music emanated from within, as melodious as ever, yet it caused her fingertips to tremble slightly.

The palace doors opened silently, and guards stood inside, bowing respectfully as if to invite her in.

'They found out after all.'

Under the moonlight, Mystic Sound Fairy stood in the courtyard, taking a deep breath. Her long, moon-white dress trailed on the ground, and the silver ornaments in her hair swayed gently in the night breeze, reflecting a cool light.

She looked up and followed the guard, her glassy eyes filled with determination.

"I apologize for disturbing you so late at night, Young Master."

Qin Wangchuan's expression remained unchanged; he simply said, "Scaling over the wall to enter the palace, you've got some nerve."

"Speak, what do you want?"

She walked slowly forward, her skirt brushing against the stone steps, its decorations shimmering in the moonlight.

"The Holy Maiden of the Mystic Sound Immortal Pavilion, Luo Lingxi."

"I have come here tonight with great inconvenience, only to ask to speak with Young Master."

Qin Wangchuan raised an eyebrow but didn't speak, gesturing for her to continue.

"Speak of the zither, speak of the music, speak of..." Luo Lingxi paused, her eyes flashing slightly, "Speak of why Young Master was able to play such melodies."

That was a realm she had pursued for half her life but had never reached.

Qin Wangchuan shook his head upon hearing this, continuing to focus his gaze on the ancient book in his hands, "Boring."

Luo Lingxi was not annoyed. Instead, she took another step closer, a subtle fragrance wafting from her sleeves. "Young Master, do you know that since we parted at the Mystic Sound Pavilion during the day, my heart and eyes have been filled with Young Master image?"

Her voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable determination.

Qin Wangchuan finally looked at her directly, his gaze as cold as frost. "So?"

"So..." Mystic Sound Fairy suddenly raised her hand, a wisp of spiritual light condensing at her fingertips, "I would like to request that you play another piece, Young Master."

The light transformed into the strings of a musical instrument, suspended in the air, trembling slightly.

Qin Wangchuan glanced at it, then said uninterestedly, "Not interested."

Mystic Sound Fairy's eyes darkened for a moment, then brightened again. "Then..."

Luo Lingxi stepped forward slowly, her skirt rippled like water, revealing half of her jade-like ankles.

She tilted her head slightly, her long, black hair cascading down her shoulders, the moonlight flowing over her delicate collarbone, outlining a breathtaking arc.

A slight smile played on her lips, and her eyes shone with a captivating brilliance—the confidence that had driven countless men mad.

"What are you interested in, Young Master?"

Her voice was soft and gentle, carrying a subtle allure.

--She was all too aware of her own charm.

Luo Lingxi, the Holy Maiden of the Mystic Sound Pavilion.

Her beauty once made the Eastern Region Sword Scion willingly break his sword; her Zither Music once made the Northern Territory Crown Prince kneel and beg for an audience. Countless Prodigy have gone mad for her, and countless powerful figures have given their all for her...

But at this moment, she was waiting for someone's answer.

Qin Wangchuan finally raised his eyes, his gaze lingering on her for a moment.

Luo Lingxi's heart skipped a beat—she had seen too many people with that look in their eyes: amazement, infatuation, longing...

Qin Wangchuan finally laughed, but it was a mocking smile, "So, people from the Mystic Sound Immortal Pavilion also resort to such methods."

"Or do you hope that your soulmate is this kind of person?"