"Ah—ah—"

"Kill me—kill me now—"

"...Didn't you want to win...?"

"...What qualifications do you have to talk to me about a deal...?"

Intermittent voices reached her ears, accompanied by bursts of painful wails. Nan Xian frowned, and her hazy consciousness gradually cleared amidst the noise.

She opened her eyes, her vision was a little blurry, and she could only vaguely see that she was surrounded by golden light, as if something was covering her.

She tried to get up, but as soon as she moved, a sharp pain suddenly shot through her back, as if several electric currents were passing through her spine and brain, lashing her temples.

She gasped softly and carefully reached out to touch the spot where the pain was coming from.

"Um?"

Something feels off.

She grabbed a handful of something from her back, pulled it back, and brought it close to the golden light to examine it—

A strand of red hair lay disheveled in her palm.

Nan Xian's eyes slowly focused, then suddenly widened.

She hurriedly raised her hand, grabbed her hair, and pulled it in front of her.

Her waist-length hair was now less than half its original length! It looked as if someone had maliciously cut off the part that hung down her back; the strands were uneven and tangled together, and when she gently ran her hand through them, many broken pieces came off...

Nan Xian felt a surge of blood and qi within her body. At this moment, her back pain and blurred vision disappeared. She glared angrily and gritted her teeth: "Damn it! Where's my hair?!"

This roar instantly attracted Linghu Sheng's attention. He turned his head, saw Nan Xian, and raised his eyebrows in slight surprise.

Ha, there's actually a human—red-haired? Seems to be the one Qi Maojin is looking for?

Okay, let's kill them all then.

Nan Xian seemed to sense something and turned around, her gaze meeting his directly.

She froze, her mind automatically recalling the scene before she fainted—

Countless butterflies suddenly appeared at the auction. The owner of Shixi Tower, who looked like he had kidney deficiency, angrily roared Huo Shaoying's name. Then he suddenly flew up, holding two long knives in his hands. He raised his hand and swung the knives. She felt an extremely cold wind blowing towards her... She subconsciously turned her back to protect her head, but suddenly felt a pain in her back and instantly lost consciousness.

Knife, wind, back...

In an instant, Nan Xian circled these three keywords in her mind, and then her keen intuition immediately gave her the answer—

This guy with the "kidney deficiency face" chopped off all his hair!

Nan Xian didn't know what was wrong with her. After realizing this, she was instantly filled with anger, and then a scorching heat rose from the depths of the earth and rushed into her dantian.

A raging fire was ignited in her dantian, a fire that could not be extinguished and instantly snapped the string of reason in her mind.

"You damned eunuch, give me back my hair!!!"

She stared intently at Linghu Sheng, then roared, and the protective shield covering her shattered with a "bang".

Linghu Sheng was still somewhat confused, wondering what was wrong with this human woman, but the moment the protective shield was shattered, an unprecedented sense of fear and crisis overwhelmed him, and he felt suffocated for a moment.

Something's wrong with this woman!

His pupils constricted, his expression changed drastically, and he flung Huo Shaoying away, gripping his long knife warily.

"Who are you!"

Nan Xian stood up with her uneven red hair, and looking at the clumps of hair that had been cut off at her feet, her anger rose again.

She could no longer hear what Linghu Sheng was saying. With a sudden burst of strength, she rushed towards him and threw a punch at him.

She had only one thought in her mind: "I'm going to beat this damned eunuch who cut off my hair to death!"

Unbeknownst to her, she was enveloped in a layer of pure golden spiritual energy, but this energy was not generated by her; it flowed continuously from the ground towards her.

Her movements were as fast as lightning. Linghu Sheng was shocked and hurriedly raised his knife to defend himself.

The expected scene of blood and flesh splattering as fist clashed with blade did not occur. Instead, it was the blade, the longsword forged from Kunlun cold iron, that was struck by her fist...

It was shattered.

Like a slow-motion scene in a movie, Linghu Sheng watched as his prized weapon shattered into countless pieces, as easily as a thin noodle that could be broken with a snap.

The hardest sword in the four realms was shattered into pieces by a human woman with no spiritual power...

Linghu Sheng felt as if he had been struck by lightning, or as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water over him, leaving him numb all over.

Nan Xian didn't give him any chance to be stunned; she punched him hard in the face.

"Do you know that with so much hair, it would take at least two years to grow back?!"

Before Linghu Sheng could react, he crashed into the wall and fell down with a thud.

He belatedly felt a sharp pain in his left cheek and coughed up a mouthful of blood and ten teeth.

"......wait......"

Before he could finish speaking, Nan Xian leaped forward, grabbed his collar, and lifted his upper body up.

"Slap—" A loud slap.

"Two years! It took me two years to grow my hair this long, and you cut it all off!"

"Smack—"

"Shampoo, conditioner, hair mask, hair oil, salon treatments, haircuts, styling... which one doesn't cost money? Which one doesn't take time? You just cut the price like that? Screw you!"

"Smack—"

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