Chapter Ten: The Fairy Appears

The sound of a flute grew nearer, causing the winged creature to cover its ears, its expression twisting in pain as it shouted loudly, “Who? Who’s there?”

Beneath the moonlight stood a young girl on a tree trunk, her entire figure shrouded in a cloak. Only her cherry-red lips, playing the flute, glowed vividly beneath the white cloak.

To ordinary ears, the flute’s melody was like a heavenly song, but to the winged creature, it was nothing less than a death summons.

Clutching its head, the creature struggled to remain conscious and grit its teeth, demanding, “Who exactly are you?”

The girl gave no answer; elegant notes flowed gently from her red lips. The winged creature faltered, bending over with one hand on the ground and clutching its chest as if struggling to breathe.

Suddenly, it threw back its head and howled angrily at the sky, pointing at the girl. “Hmph, we shall meet again.”

With that, it flapped its wings with all its might and swiftly vanished beyond the horizon.

Cold Yichen held the wounded part of his body, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. He looked up at the girl perched on the branch and asked, “Who are you?”

The girl put away her flute, tiptoed, and flew toward Cold Yichen, suddenly leaping into his arms.

Her body was soft and fragile, as if without bones. Cold Yichen’s mind seemed to freeze, then he heard her voice, sweet and melodious like a nightingale’s trill, whispering in his ear, “I am the one who will protect you for life.”

The lips that had just frightened away the enemy were now so close, gently brushing against Cold Yichen’s cheek before she turned and flew away, vanishing within a few bounds.

Cold Yichen stood frozen, the warmth of her lips still lingering on his cheek. Were it not for the exquisite sensation, he might have thought the girl was merely a dream.

After returning to the mansion, Shen Ningshuang finally coughed, the floor stained with specks of blood.

Though she had not revealed her true form, she had used some magic in dealing with the monster.

Though she was a demigod, this was the mortal world, and using magic here inevitably brought backlash.

Today’s circumstances left her no choice; otherwise, she would never have risked such a thing.

Cold Yichen’s cultivation reaching the Foundation Establishment stage was thanks to her.

She wished for him to break free from the cycle of reincarnation and ascend to immortality—a task far from easy—so she had been planning it for a long time.

Since his childhood, she had silently handed him cultivation methods, warning him never to reveal his abilities no matter what.

Unexpectedly, things had gone awry, attracting that winged monster.

It seemed she would need to be even more cautious from now on.

Meanwhile, news of Cold Yichen’s ambush against the black-clad men ending in total annihilation quickly spread through the court.

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