Tang Shenwang's Heart Was Moved?

Ye Yunxi took the heavy money bag, her fingertips tightening around it. She turned to leave the stage, having no desire to look at the shocked faces of the crowd below.

But just then, a fierce gust of wind swept across the stone platform. As the wind hit her, the moon-white glazed veil was whipped up, fluttering away to land lightly on the ground.

The moment the veil touched the earth.

Between heaven and earth, it seemed as if only that slender figure remained upon the stone platform.

A face that could topple kingdoms was completely exposed to the daylight.

Her peach-blossom eyes were moist and shimmering, the corners slightly upturned, still holding a lingering touch of coldness. Her lashes were long and delicate, and as her gaze shifted, the innate charm of the Nine-Tailed Sky Fox spread like a tidal wave.

Her nose was exquisite and pert, her lips a vibrant crimson, and her skin was as white as snow, so flawless and fine that even the skin on her neck glowed with a soft, faint luster.

Without a trace of makeup, this was pure, breathtaking beauty—untouched by the mortal world. It was an ultimate appearance that blended coldness with allure; one glance was enough to make a soul lose its way and willingly sink into oblivion.

Dead silence.

A silence even more absolute than when they had seen the thousand-catty boulder earlier.

Everyone below the stage—be it the burly men or the elders, the vendors or the passersby—froze in place. Their eyes were wide, their mouths slightly agape, and they had even forgotten to breathe. Their hearts felt as if they were being gripped by an invisible hand, pounding frantically as blood rushed to their heads.

It was a stunning beauty that struck the soul directly, a tremor carved into their very bones.

The strongman stood rooted to the spot, his hulking frame stiff as a statue, his mind blank, his eyes filled only with that peerless figure.

Below the stone platform, the Shrek Seven Devils were in a state of utter loss of composure.

Dai Mubai's golden hair was disheveled, his body taut, and his Adam's apple bobbed wildly. His golden pupils held only the image of Ye Yunxi, his heart drumming like a war beat, and even the aura of his martial soul nearly went into chaos. He muttered, "This... this is the real deal, a true beauty..."

Tang San's Purple Demon Eye suddenly lost focus. His fingertips gripped tightly until his knuckles turned white, and his heart pounded uncontrollably in his chest, nearly causing his Mysterious Heaven Skill to backfire.

He had seen countless beauties, but never one like this—cold yet possessing an alluring bone structure, stunning yet full of spirit. The moment those eyes looked his way, they stirred a monstrous wave in his heart, which had always been as still as an ancient well.

"She's even prettier than Xiao Wu!"

Ma Hongjun's fat trembled, and he was completely dumbstruck, drool nearly spilling from his mouth. He could only repeat two words: "Fairy... a fairy..."

Oscar slumped to the ground, his sausage completely forgotten. His eyes were dazed, his heart beating so fast it felt like it might explode; he felt that everything he had seen in his life was merely mundane dust.

Ning Rongrong covered her cherry lips, her eyes filled with shock and envy. As a woman herself, she was rendered speechless by this beauty, wondering how such a perfect being could exist in the world.

Zhu Zhuqing's cold eyes completely melted. Her fingertips loosened and then tightened again. Her usually frozen cheeks even flushed with a faint red hue, and her heart pounded. Even she could not resist such ultimate beauty.

Zhao Wuji stood in the distance, his gaze also stagnant, his old face flushed red. After a long while, he managed to squeeze out: "A monster! Such beauty, such strength—she is truly a darling of the heavens!"

Everyone's gaze was fixed nakedly upon Ye Yunxi—filled with obsession, awe, fanaticism, and intoxication. Those gazes were a hundred times more scorching than when they had watched her lift the boulder.

Ye Yunxi felt her cheeks suddenly erupt with a burning heat. The warmth spread from her earlobes all the way to her neck, and even her fingertips turned a faint pink.

The embarrassment of social anxiety and the shyness of being scrutinized by the masses instantly overwhelmed her.

Her peach-blossom eyes blinked in a panic, and a mist of water welled up in them. She subconsciously raised her hands to cover her cheeks, her body curling slightly. This flustered, shy appearance did not diminish her beauty in the slightest; instead, it added a touch of pitiful, tender charm.

Her nine pink fox tails nearly manifested out of control, but she forced them back down.

It's over!

They saw everything!

Ye Yunxi's heart skipped a beat, and she was so ashamed she wanted to find a crack in the ground to hide in.

Seeing her like this, the hearts of everyone present nearly suffocated. They no longer saw a female war god capable of lifting cauldrons, but a fairy from the Moon Palace who had wandered into the mortal world—shy, timid, and so beautiful that one dared not touch her.

"Is... is this a fairy descending to earth?"

"In my whole life, I've never seen a woman this beautiful!"

"She can lift ten thousand catties with her hands and topple a city with her face—what kind of divine being is this!"

Low murmurs rose one after another, yet no one dared to speak loudly, fearing they might disturb the celestial being before them.

Ye Yunxi could no longer care about anything else. Her flushed cheeks were burning, her heart felt like it was about to burst, and she had no intention of staying a second longer.

She snatched up the veil from the ground, soul power surged beneath her feet, and she pushed her Lingbo Microsteps to the limit!

Her slender figure transformed into a pale pink afterimage, moving so fast that no one could catch her, leaving behind only a faint, lingering fragrance drifting in the wind.

She dashed across the stone platform and through the crowd like a startled fawn, sprinting deep into the alleyways without looking back.

That peerless figure flashed through the crowd and quickly vanished around the corner of the street.

Only when Ye Yunxi's figure was completely out of sight did the crowd erupt into a thunderous, roaring commotion!

"A fairy! She must be a fairy!"

"Ten thousand catties of divine strength, a face that topples nations—how can such a person exist in this world!"

"I saw her blush just now! So cute! So beautiful!"

Everyone was talking like madmen, the fanaticism and obsession in their eyes refusing to fade.

Below the stone platform, the Shrek Seven Devils remained frozen, staring in the direction where Ye Yunxi had disappeared, unable to regain their senses for a long time.

Dai Mubai took a deep breath, the awe still lingering in his golden pupils, and he gave a bitter smile: "So, there really is such a perfect person in this world."

Tang San slowly withdrew his gaze, his fingertips gently brushing his chest, where his heart was still beating at an absurd pace.

His Purple Demon Eye re-focused, but deep within his eyes surged a solemnity and a tremor he himself had not yet realized.

This woman's strength is unfathomable, her beauty peerless, and her identity is certainly no simple matter.

Such speed, it even surpasses my own Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!

Tiandou City is about to undergo a seismic shift.

The wind whipped the light veil on the ground, causing it to flutter gently, and that lingering fragrance permeated the air. Everyone knew that after seeing this stunning figure today, they would never be able to forget her for the rest of their lives.

As for the sprinting Ye Yunxi, she rushed all the way into a deserted alleyway before she could barely manage to stop.

Leaning her back against the cold wall, she gasped for air, raising a hand to touch her burning cheeks. Her peach-blossom eyes still held a trace of lingering shyness and panic.

"Damn that wind!"

Ye Yunxi bit her lip, her cheeks still red enough to drip blood, feeling both shy and annoyed.

Being stared at by so many people was even more uncomfortable for her than fighting a hard battle.

She gripped her money pouch tightly, a flicker of lingering fear flashing in her eyes. It was a good thing she ran fast, otherwise, there was no telling how long she would have been surrounded.

"Three hundred Gold Soul Coin, I've struck it rich. With this money, there's nowhere I can't go!"