Does this mean he wants her to dance to appease him?

Shu Yun's gaze immediately shifted away uncomfortably when it met Jiang Yan's beautiful black eyes, wandering aimlessly.

It wasn't that she didn't know how; her mother loved studying dance and music, and she learned a lot from her. After all, immortals have long lifespans, and she learned these things to pass the time.

However, after her parents passed away, she danced less in Penglai, as the sight of the scenery always brought back painful memories.

"Master," Jiang Yan called softly.

"Has Feng Ziyi ever seen you dance?"

When Feng Ziyi was suddenly mentioned, Shu Yun paused, "Him? Of course I've met him..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shu Yun already knew what he meant.

Jiang Yan stretched out his hands, palms up. His long, slender hands were pale, except for the tips of his index fingers and thumbs, which were red.

It was peeled from a flower.

He smiled slightly, "Consider it a small reward for Yan Bohuazi."

The Frostflower Seed is fragile; once punctured, its spiritual energy dissipates, turning it into a puddle of white water. He didn't use magic and chose to peel it directly by hand, which was less likely to cause any mistakes.

Even though she knew he was deliberately showing the red on his fingertips to gain sympathy, she hadn't noticed his hands were like this before.

Just to peel the flower seeds for her.

Shu Yun couldn't quite explain her feelings either.

She took Jiang Yan's hand, and with a light touch of her fingertips, a cool breeze swept by, and the red dot disappeared without a trace.

Releasing Jiang Yan's hand, she said softly, "If you want to see, then I'll dance for you."

She leaped and landed on the sea of ​​flowers, not going far, just a few meters in front of the kiosk where they were staying.

Her crimson dress fluttered without wind, emanating an ethereal aura, and she stood amidst the misty haze.

"How's this distance?"

Jiang Yan walked to the railing of the pavilion, squinted, and said, "It's a bit far, I can't see clearly. Master, come closer."

The nine-tailed fox huddled in a corner, trying to minimize its presence.

Upon hearing his words, she glanced at Jiang Yan with her fox-like eyes. How could she not see through his cultivation level?

As expected, Shu Yun stepped forward a few paces and asked again, "How about this?"

Jiang Yan smiled gently, "Closer."

Shu Yun frowned, "It's too close, it affects the viewing experience."

“Then forget it,” Jiang Yan said. “Master is more professional, so I will listen to Master.”

Shu Yun stood on the Frost Flower. The flowers and plants seemed to have a spirit, and they spontaneously approached her, making a series of crisp, icy sounds, as if they were cheering and jumping for joy.

She picked up a Phoenix Splendor Dance to perform, which was a dance score that her mother had obtained from the Phoenix Clan, and which she then adapted and created herself.

Without any celestial music, and with complete silence all around, Shu Yun slightly raised her hand, making a preparatory stance. The Frost Flower beneath her feet seemed to suddenly gain sentience and stopped making a sound.

Her wide sleeves fluttered like splashed ink on crimson clouds.

As she danced, the frost flowers scattered across the ground broke their silence and began to tinkle and sway again.

Her sleeves billowed out, leaving a long, crimson trail that stood out vividly against the backdrop of the boundless snow and ice. The endless blooming frost flowers moved without wind, their thin, translucent petals fluttering up in the air.

The clear, water-like moonlight poured down from the winding night sky, enveloping the goddess of Penglai who was dancing gracefully in the sea of ​​flowers. It shone through her cascading black hair like tiny, shimmering white jade beads, dazzling and radiant.

Wind, flowers, snow, moon—every turn of her body was dazzling.

The nine-tailed fox stared blankly, then suddenly remembered the legends of the Penglai Kunlun wood and the red camellia. The ancient Kunlun cypress originally stood guard on the peak of Kunlun Mountain, letting the wind and rain lash it down, remaining calm and composed.

Unexpectedly, one day a deity transformed from a red camellia was traveling here. Seeing the majestic mountains and craggy rocks, he felt that while they were majestic, they lacked beauty. So he started dancing on the spot, which caused all the flowers of Kunlun to bloom and rush to adorn the deity's clothes.

Their breathtaking dance moved even the heartless Kunlun wood, and the two parted ways to travel the world, leaving behind only a beautiful legend.

That dance was later named Hua Chang.

Later generations tried to imitate it, but unfortunately no one had the chance to see the real, breathtaking dance. The Hua Chang dance that has been passed down in the world is just something created by some dancers themselves.

She also obtained the dance score of Huachang Dance, studied it carefully, and practiced diligently, believing that her dance skills were superb.

Now, the daughter of the founder of the Huachang Dance is dancing right before our eyes, amidst a sea of ​​floating flowers and extraordinary celestial phenomena. This is truly the dance of the gods, captivating all beings.

The nine-tailed fox, who had initially thought she had lost because of her lower cultivation level, was genuinely frustrated for the first time.

The pure white frost-covered petals floated in the air, swirling and fluttering around the crimson hue, and a subtle fragrance lingered as the clouds danced.

Jiang Yan stood by the railing. A gentle breeze, caused by Shu Yun, drifted over from a distance, playfully ruffling his dark hair and black robes.

The moonlight seemed to favor the person among the flowers, giving her all its bright radiance and refusing to extend even a fraction of it over her.

He stood in the dim light, petals brushing against his cheeks and falling softly, but he was completely unaware. His skin was pale and cold, his eyes were upturned at the corners, and his obsidian-like eyes were fixed on the dancers with a direct and quiet gaze.

Shu Yun twirled and danced, snowflakes and flowers brushing against her temples with her movements. Her skirt spun, blooming like a bright red camellia, and the light gauze on her skirt spread out like red smoke.

Her movements slowed, and snowflakes and frost fell around her, casting white spots on her red skirt. Snowflakes drifted leisurely down from the sky, and all fell silent once more.

She raised her jade-like arm and then slowly lowered it, gradually revealing her stunningly beautiful face behind her wide, crimson sleeves. Her delicate eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and her long eyelashes drooped, making her breathtakingly beautiful.

Jiang Yan's figure disappeared into the pier, and the next moment he appeared in front of Shu Yun, pulling her into his arms.

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