Chapter 173 Nobody Pays Attention to Me

Xu Yanzhou shuddered and threw the gift invitation at her head, yelling, "Evil spirits, get out of here!"

"What I see is none of your business, you're not allowed to go!"

He was really worried.

Continuing the tradition from the end of the Xuan Gu Tournament, each realm and region will select their preferred candidates, and the two sides will negotiate and agree on the number of disciples as an exchange to strengthen their relationship.

The three letters were all roughly the same, specifically requesting that Jiang Xianwan attend.

However, Jiang Xianwan's constitution was exposed by Lin Qingran in front of the two realms and three domains, making it known to all humans, demons, and monsters.

It is likely that once it leaves the sect, it will attract the covetous eyes of countless cultivators.

Jiang Xianwan looked at the gift card in the middle, which was branded with the three golden characters "Lang Taihui". Her resentful eyes lit up and a glimmer of hope ignited!

He reached his hand through the window and slammed it on the table.

"Sect Leader Uncle! Who do you think you are!"

Xu Yanzhou: "...?"

After more than ten days of emo, Lin Yujin barely managed to revive herself. Her mood has improved slightly, but not by much.

She pouted and said sarcastically, "Is that even a question? He clearly looks down on you."

"Sigh, I never expected my sect leader to be so shallow."

Let's leave aside those seven scoundrels for now; my nephew is still in the Demon Realm.

Bai Ziye's expression remained unpleasant, and he chuckled strangely, "I'm not trying to criticize you, but you're just being unreasonable."

Su Qingliu touched the sword. "Something's not right."

Really, that's not right.

It's hilarious.

They guarded against this and that, and after all that, the junior sister ended up raising seven.

My eldest nephew wasn't brought back either.

Xu Yanzhou: "...?" This is outrageous!

Xu Yanzhou felt that if the four of them continued to be so sick, the Taixu Sect might create thousands more exorcism arrays.

He was afraid that one of the four brats would suddenly go crazy and crawl around in the shadows with him.

He decisively and swiftly added Jiang Xianwan's name, slammed the window shut, and yelled, "Get out!"

The four were barely satisfied. Jiang Xianwan drifted back to Fengyi Terrace, lay down under the pavilion, and continued to gaze at the sky with melancholy, pondering how to appease the fox in the Demon Realm.

She glanced at him listlessly, and out of the corner of her eye, she vaguely saw a beautiful woman walking slowly from the misty rain, her figure like that of a peerless fairy.

The man was dressed in a black, wide-sleeved robe, with a dark jade-colored belt around his waist, which perfectly accentuated his tall and straight figure.

The fabric, smooth as water, flows with a soft, understated luster like pearls. The cuffs and hem are delicately trimmed with gold and silver brocade. As you walk, the hem hangs down naturally, as if shrouded in a layer of mist and haze, adding to its ethereal beauty.

He perfectly embodies the innate nobility and elegance, yet his natural arrogance and aloofness make him seem like a celestial being untouched by the world.

Jiang Xianwan abruptly turned her head and stared intently again.

Upon seeing who it was, he was jolted awake, his mind returning to normal.

Why is Yun Weize here?

Another accounting exercise?

Upon realizing this possibility, Jiang Xianwan immediately closed her eyes, slowly turned over, and pretended to be blind and unable to see anything.

We can't keep calculating this.

If this continues, she really won't be able to survive.

Yun Weize walked into the pavilion, brushed away the moisture from his body with his fingertips, gathered his sleeves, and stood gracefully.

His gaze traveled from those taut, slightly curled toes to the stiff, yet unknowingly alluring lines of a woman lying on her side with her back to him.

His eyes were elegantly slightly upturned at the corners, and he slowly bent down, unhurriedly.

The person lying on their side had lowered eyelashes and two butterfly-wing-like shadows under their eyelids, breathing very lightly, and they were putting on quite a convincing act.

But when a soft breath came close, her breathing suddenly slowed, her eyelashes fluttered, and her cheeks gradually flushed a delicate cherry color.

Yun Weize curled his lips into a smile, a hint of unfathomable charm appearing in his eyes.

Like blowing frost flowers, a gentle breath was blown towards those small, fan-like eyelashes, as if fine silk were lightly brushing against the fingertips, long and light.

Jiang Xianwan felt a rush of hot breath on his eyelids, his eyelashes were fluttered, and he felt both stinging and itchy. All the hairs on his body stood on end, and his back almost snapped.

She felt an invisible chill envelop her, and she was drenched in sweat.

Clearly, Yun Weize realized she was pretending to be asleep.

Judging from that unmistakable gaze that almost pierced through her eyelids, Jiang Xianwan was certain, with despair, that she...couldn't escape this calamity today.

After thinking it over, for the sake of my own life, I could only pretend to be overwhelmed by the disturbance and slowly wake up.

She rubbed her eyelashes, her first glance revealing a suitable look of bewilderment, then a surprised look followed by a pouting lip, "Emperor, Your Majesty."

Yun Weize smiled and watched her act quietly. "Awake?"

Both his expression and his voice were gentle and pleasant.

Jiang Xianwan couldn't quite figure out his reaction.

But it's not hard to see that I might be nearing my end again.

After a moment of silence, he slowly pulled his collar tighter, "...Hmm."

Yun Weize smiled again, and under Jiang Xianwan's increasingly horrified gaze, he slowly straightened her trembling body.

Her voice, tinged with laughter, seemed to contain a hint of surprise and admiration: "Today I finally understand what it means for a woman to be three parts drunk, acting until you shed tears."

The implication is: Someone is pretending to be asleep.

Jiang Xianwan held her breath for a few moments, suppressing the urge to run away, and said seriously, "Your Majesty, what kind of status do you have? How can you read such indecent stories?"

"Oh?" Yun Weize seemed somewhat surprised. "You also think it's indecent?"

Jiang Xianwan: "..." Okay, okay, she's being indecent.

Stop criticizing indirectly.

Let's just start talking.

Please, please.

Jiang Xianwan forced a smile, wisely choosing to skip the topic, "What brings you here?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he immediately regretted them and wanted to pinch himself.

Yun Weize's smile became somewhat strange. His dark pupils, seemingly calm and even, gradually revealed a thick layer of danger upon closer inspection.

The atmosphere so close at hand had subtly changed; each increasingly soft bass note carried a silent pressure, making Jiang Xianwan feel so moved she wanted to cry.

"What, can't I come?"

He waited for several days, but Jiang Xianwan showed no intention of comforting him and did not set foot on his floating platform to look for him!

She, however, felt perfectly justified.

We still need to go to the demon realm; first, we need to appease that fox.

What about him, who was taken advantage of and then kicked aside?

Does he deserve it?

Jiang Xianwan's fingertips trembled slightly upon hearing this, her skin tightened instinctively, and her gaze shifted to the side. "Well... it didn't say it was impossible."

Yun Weize: "...Jiang, Xian, Wan".

His lips curled slightly, his tone rose a little, and there was a hint of gritted teeth in his voice. All traces of refinement and elegance vanished.

Can't she have even the slightest bit of conscience?

"Yes!" Jiang Xianwan immediately sat up. "Your Majesty, I'm so happy to see you!"

Yun Weize: "..."

Is he blind?

If you're happy, why don't you dare look at him?

Therefore, it is still a lie.

Jiang Xianwan understood his meaning and said resentfully, "Isn't it because you guys ignored me first?"

"Senior Brother."

"Second Senior Brother."

"Junior Brother".

"Flower Beauty".

"These past few days, not a single person has spoken to me!"