It had seemed to be a priceless treasure, but unexpectedly, it was merely a bone bead!
After repeatedly studying it without results, Ning Xiaochuan put the bone bead away in his robe and resumed cultivating.
After absorbing a drop of Martial Venerable Blood, Ning Xiaochuan's cultivation had risen by a great deal. He needed to refine this power as soon as possible and transform it into strength that truly belonged to him.
Rustle! Rustle!
In the middle of the night, a slender figure drifted down from the treetops. Silk ribbons draped her body, her legs were slender and long, white as two pieces of flawless jade. Her long dress fluttered in the wind as though it might be lifted away at any moment!
Princess Lanfei was at the blossoming age of sixteen. Her long hair was like willow silk, her cheeks like the bright moon, and her eyes like emerald pools. A crimson Orchid Mark was traced between her pale brows, adding several shades of nobility and elegance to her bearing!
Only a royal woman like her could possess such graceful poise, as though she were Heaven's favored daughter. There was not the slightest flaw on her body. She was enchanting without being seductive, captivating without being bewitching, carrying an air of fresh transcendence.
She landed on the ground, sending crimson fallen leaves whirling into the air like red butterflies.
The instant she landed outside the cave, Ning Xiaochuan opened his eyes and walked out, staring at the peerlessly beautiful woman standing in the forest! Under the dim night sky, Princess Lanfei looked exactly like a ghost.
Only, Ning Xiaochuan had never seen such a beautiful ghost!
Sensing the hostility radiating from her, Ning Xiaochuan secretly gathered his profound qi and asked warily, "Who are you, Miss?"
"The Ninth Daughter