A Titled Douluo couldn't resist.

Emperor Xue Ye had intended to rebuke Qian Renxue for bringing a female companion into the council hall.

But as his gaze fell upon the features of Ye Yunxi, the words on the tip of his tongue vanished instantly. His eyes remained fixed upon her, and the dragon-patterned jade cup in his hand nearly slipped from his grasp.

He had lived for decades and seen countless beauties, yet he had never encountered a woman so breathtaking. It was as if she were crafted from condensed moonlight; her beauty was so profound it made one forget to breathe, and even the chronic pain in his body seemed to ease.

Yu Yuanzhen frowned, initially intending to lash out—how could a council hall be treated as a place for women to intrude at will?

Yet, the moment his eyes touched Ye Yunxi, his overbearing and sharp aura inexplicably receded. His throat bobbed, and the rage in his heart was extinguished as if doused by warm water, leaving only an inexplicable tremor behind.

He shook his head, silently cursing himself for his lack of composure, yet he found it impossible to tear his gaze away from her. That charm, originating from the depths of her soul, left even a Titled Douluo like him feeling unsettled.

The folding fan in the hand of Ning Fengzhi froze in mid-air. He was more perceptive than the others and had sensed the astonishing allure of Ye Yunxi even earlier.

"Father."

Qian Renxue sensed the anomaly in the hall, feeling a mix of pride and displeasure.

Ye Yunxi was her person; being stared at by so many men made her deeply uncomfortable.

She stepped forward, shielding Ye Yunxi from view, and bowed slightly, "This child brought the Crown Princess here to let her meet Father, and also to introduce her to the seniors present."

Emperor Xue Ye finally regained his senses, coughing lightly to mask his lapse, though his gaze still could not help but drift behind Qian Renxue:

"Is this... the Crown Princess you mentioned before?"

"Indeed." Qian Renxue stepped aside, pulling Ye Yunxi to the front, "Her name is Ye Yunxi. Though she is a commoner, her character is pure and kind, and this child is very fond of her."

Forced to stand in the center of the hall, Ye Yunxi felt the weight of gazes from every direction. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and as she lifted her peach-blossom eyes, she instinctively looked toward Emperor Xue Ye.

That glance held a hint of timidity and a touch of natural enchantment. Emperor Xue Ye felt his heart leap violently and lost his focus once more; the jade cup in his hand finally slipped.

With a loud "clatter," it hit the floor, and tea splashed onto his dragon robes.

"Your Majesty!" the people in the hall exclaimed in alarm.

Emperor Xue Ye snapped back to reality, waving his hand to signal he was fine, though he dared not meet Ye Yunxi in the eyes again. He merely coughed dryly: "She is indeed... a beauty of national renown. Since she is the Crown Princess, she may stay."

Yu Yuanzhen watched the Emperor's loss of composure and inwardly scoffed, but when the gaze of Ye Yunxi inadvertently swept over him.

He could not help but feel his mind reel. His brow furrowed even deeper, yet he did not know how to vent his frustration.

Ning Fengzhi saw a flash of light in his eyes and smiled as he spoke: "His Highness the Crown Prince is truly fortunate. Lady Ye's beauty is truly peerless. I wonder, what is Lady Ye's Martial Soul? And what is her cultivation level?"

As soon as he spoke, everyone's focus returned to Ye Yunxi, filled with curiosity and scrutiny.

Qian Renxue felt a stir; she also wanted to know just how strong the Twin Martial Souls of Ye Yunxi were, so she interjected: "Yunxi, why not let the seniors see your Martial Soul?"

Ye Yunxi cursed Qian Renxue inwardly, but as she was currently the fish on the chopping block, she had no choice but to comply.

The next moment, Ye Yunxi manifested the Nine-Tailed Sky Fox Martial Soul. The instant the nine tails appeared, everyone present was shocked.

"Nine tails!"

Ning Fengzhi rubbed his eyes, thinking he had seen wrong. It was truly nine tails.

Nine fluffy, pink fox tails unfurled within the hall.

The peach-blossom eyes of Ye Yunxi were watery and shy; even standing perfectly still, she resembled a fox spirit. The charm originating from the essence of the Nine-Tailed Sky Fox acted like invisible threads, winding around the minds of everyone in the hall.

The Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood with his hands behind his back beside Ning Fengzhi. For the first time, cracks appeared in his eyes, which were usually as cold as ice.

He had pursued the path of the sword his entire life, his resolve as firm as metal and stone. Yet, looking at Ye Yunxi now, his fingers gripping the hilt of his sword trembled slightly. The tassel of the Seven Kill Sword, which had accompanied him for years, swayed unconsciously.

He lowered his gaze abruptly, fixing his eyes on the golden tiles of the floor, yet the image of that exquisite figure refused to leave his mind. His Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably, and he cursed inwardly: "Absurd!"

Yet, the more he resisted, the more he longed to look up once more.

The Bone Douluo Gu Rong was far more direct than Chen Xin.

He was naturally free-spirited, and at this moment, his eyes shone with undisguised amazement and curiosity as he stared at Ye Yunxi.

He had lived for nearly a century and seen countless wonders, but he had never encountered such a heaven-defying Martial Soul.

It was not only a top-tier mental-type beast Martial Soul, but it also carried such an inescapable charm. Even as a Titled Douluo, he felt his heart racing and his body feeling light; he wanted nothing more than to lean in and see if those nine tails were truly as soft as they looked.

"Good heavens... this Martial Soul is simply outrageous!"

He instinctively took two steps forward, only snapping back to reality when Ning Fengzhi tapped his arm lightly with a folding fan. His old face flushed, and he quickly retreated.

The reaction of Yu Yuanzhen was the most conflicted.

As the Sect Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, he had been overbearing and fierce his entire life. When had he ever lost his composure like this?

The moment the nine tails were revealed, he felt a tingling sensation surge from the soles of his feet to his crown. The rage and majesty in his heart collapsed instantly, leaving only an indescribable tremor.

He clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon soul power surging wildly in an attempt to dispel the charm, but the more he suppressed it, the more his mind wavered.

Looking at the fragile and beautiful appearance of Ye Yunxi, he felt a sudden urge to protect her, which startled even himself.

He was a cold-blooded Sect Master who didn't even smile at his own descendants—how could he have such thoughts about a stranger?

"Damnable charm!"

The others in the hall were in an even worse state. If Titled Douluos could barely resist, those below that level stood no chance at all.

Yu Tianxin and Yu Tianheng had faces flushed deep red, their eyes fixed intently on Ye Yunxi.

Ning Rongrong crossed her arms and huffed, but in her heart, she had to admit that Ye Yunxi was so beautiful she hardly seemed human.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the hidden task: successfully charming three Titled Douluo! The 2,000-year spirit ring reward has been issued, awaiting your allocation at a later time.]

Ye Yunxi felt the system notification chime in her mind and secretly rejoiced.

She could clearly perceive the restlessness of the three Titled Douluo, knowing that merely by standing there, she could stir such deviant thoughts within them.

She subconsciously tucked her fox tails closer, a blush creeping up her cheeks as she feigned shyness under their gazes. This subtle movement instantly pushed the seductive atmosphere within the hall to its peak.

Seeing this, Qian Renxue felt a surge of possessiveness rise within her, thinking to herself: When we return, I must teach her a lesson. And really, what kind of enchantress have I dragged back here!