Zishu's powerful aura continued to fall upon her, yet the expressions of the others remained unchanged. Although Tai Yanxi was proud, she was not foolish, and quickly grasped the key point. This powerful and mysterious senior brother wasn't giving her face, but rather giving face to the Taiyan God Emperor and the Taiyan Dynasty.

Even if she is a princess, the only protagonist of the Taiyan Continent today is Ye Xiruo, the insignificant person standing in front of him.

Ye Xiruo looked at Tai Yanxi with a half-smile in her bright black eyes: "Have you thought it through?" Today, I'll teach this turkey a lesson about what it means to bully others with power and what it means to be a fox borrowing the tiger's might.

At this moment, everyone in the hall realized what had happened, but no one stood up to speak for Ye Xiruo or for the Ninth Princess.

One is the young master of the Danwang Palace, a future divine master; the other is the jewel of the Taiyan Divine Dynasty. Neither of them can be offended, so it's best to just quietly be a spectator.

As for those elders, there aren't many people qualified to offer advice, and even if they were, who would take such a small conflict or friction seriously? It's just a childish squabble.

"I apologize, it was this princess who was presumptuous." The proud Ninth Princess finally lowered her beautiful and haughty head, but the anger in her eyes almost burned Ye Xiruo to ashes.

Ye Xiruo squinted her eyes: "This is such a small matter. If it weren't for some people making a mountain out of a molehill, I naturally wouldn't have taken it to heart."

"You—" Tai Yanxi almost vomited blood from anger.

"Brother Xiu Qi isn't here." Ye Xiruo turned and left, leaving behind only a casual remark.

Then many people in the hall seemed to understand something. Everyone in the Taiyan Continent knew about Ninth Princess Du Xiu Qiyu's intentions. This time, under the guise of congratulations, she probably wanted to get close to Xiu Qiyu. Unexpectedly, Xiu Qiyu was not there, but she offended Ye Xiruo instead.

In many people's eyes, no matter how good Tai Yanxi's talent is or how noble his bloodline is, he can never compare to Ye Xiruo, a divine master who is rare in the continent. Those elixirs that are only recorded in ancient books may see the light of day again, and many people will benefit from them.

Ye Xiruo was led to a side hall where all the clothes and accessories were prepared. As soon as Ye Xiruo entered, she was surrounded by several cute little maids.

"Greetings, Young Master."

No need for formalities.

"These were all ordered by the Palace Master."

Ye Xiruo nodded in understanding. Her master's pursuit of beauty had reached a fanatical level. Of course, Brother Xiuqi was an exception; the two of them clearly had a mismatch in aura.

This was the young master's formal attire, layered upon layered, intricately beautiful and unparalleled. It was made of an unknown material; despite wearing over a dozen layers of fabric, she felt almost no weight. Ye Xiruo's long hair was tied up in a jade crown atop her head, and a blood-red forehead ornament made her face appear even more fair and delicate.

Several small jade pendants hung from the black belt, and a thin, gossamer-like gauze robe with a hint of purple was worn over the black outer robe, which eased the oppressive feeling brought by the heavy black and added a touch of noble and unparalleled aura.

"Young Master is mighty!"

Ye Xiruo calmly opened the door, and the sunlight outside immediately shone on her beautiful face and onto her layers of black robes. Ye Xiruo's mood instantly calmed down. Meeting Brother Xiu Qi and her master had changed her life forever.

"Junior sister, your gaze just now was just like Master's." The eldest brother looked at Ye Xiruo with tenderness, his eyes filled with doting affection.

"Yes," Si Hao uttered a single word.

When the auspicious hour arrived, the sacred shrine of the Danwang Temple, which had been sealed for many years, slowly opened.

Jing Li's red silhouette and Ye Xiruo's black silhouette gradually disappeared into the shrine. From the outside, a faint holy light shone through the barrier, but only Jing Li and Ye Xiruo knew what was inside.

All the guests took their seats in the open space in front of the Danwang Hall, waiting for Ye Xiruo and Jing Li to go in and pay their respects, which is also a tradition of the Danwang Hall.

“These are the successive hall masters of the Pill King Hall.” Jing Li looked at Ye Xiruo with a solemn expression.

Ye Xiruo nodded and knelt down: "The 208th generation disciple of the Pill King Hall greets all seniors."

All the small jade tablets floating in mid-air emitted a gentle white light, which fell on Ye Xiruo. Ye Xiruo felt as if her soul was soaking in a hot spring, an indescribable comfort.

The white light gradually dissipated, revealing Ye Xiruo, who wore a satisfied expression.

“Very good, I have received blessings from two hundred seniors.”

Ye Xiruo smiled shyly and bowed to the seniors again: "Thank you for your blessings, seniors. I will always remember the original intention of the Danwang Palace: to help the world and save people with compassion."

Jingli nodded. Xiao Yezi's talent was remarkable, and now it seemed her temperament was exceptional as well, truly commendable. It was already a rare sight for their master to receive the blessings of 188 seniors. Unexpectedly, their disciple had surpassed even him.

Jingli's eyes were a little moist, but she was genuinely happy for her apprentice.

After the holy light inside the shrine completely dissipated, Jing Li knelt down respectfully again, chanting mysterious words. Points of holy light began to float out of the shrine as Jing Li chanted, condensing above Jing Li's head.

It vaguely resembles a book, and judging from the spiritual energy and holy light it exudes, it is in no way inferior to a divine artifact.

As Jing Li chanted, the summoned book continuously absorbed the spiritual energy in the air. Of course, the spiritual power Jing Li expended to support the summoning array itself was unimaginable. When the book and pen in mid-air materialized, Jing Li's face turned ashen.

"Drip a drop of your blood on it." As Jing Li spoke, the magical book floated in front of Ye Xiruo. It was made of some kind of divine material, and there were no words on it, just a blank page. The mysterious and ancient pen still floated in mid-air.

Ye Xiruo bit her fingertip, and a drop of blood quickly fell onto the book. Instantly, it burst forth with a dense holy light, and countless names, large and small, clear and indistinct, flashed continuously, some black and some gold. At this moment, the pen in mid-air also began to move. After the pen tip was stained with Ye Xiruo's blood, it began to move. Soon, the three characters "Ye Xiruo" appeared on the book, upright and majestic, shining brightly, like a high and mighty emperor, directly occupying the open page.

The strange phenomenon gradually disappeared. Jing Li stood up, looked at Ye Xiruo, and sighed softly, "Disciple, I can't help but feel a little jealous of you."

"Master, I still have a long way to go. What just happened?" Ever since she wrote down her name, she felt that something in the dark connected her with the Pill King Palace.