A woman with white hair and a red dress walked over.
Lu Zhaozhao curiously examined the person in front of her. Her skin was as white as snow but completely bloodless, her face was beautiful but her eyes were icy, and a striking visual impact was created on her, making it impossible to look away.
As she passed by Lu Zhaozhao, she winked at her, her expressionless face breaking into a sly glint.
She walked straight up to Changyu Lanshan, looked him up and down, and said with disdain, "The world has really changed. Even someone like him can break through to the Nascent Soul stage. Indeed, a person still needs a good older brother."
Her voice was clear and bright, and she deliberately emphasized the last sentence, speaking each word slowly and deliberately, making Chang Yulanshan's veins bulge.
"Nan Rongrui! Shut up!"
Chang Yulanshan's face turned red with anger, his chest heaving, looking like an enraged bull.
Right now, the bull is staring at the beautiful woman named Nan Rongrui with bloodshot eyes, its inflated shape making it seem like it's about to charge at her at any moment.
This piqued Lu Zhaozhao's interest, and she casually glanced at her.
Nan Rongrui noticed the gazes around her but didn't expose them. After teasing Changyu Lanshan for a few more moments, she looked at his puffed-up face with interest, pinched it, and hid behind Lu Zhaozhao before Changyu Lanshan's palm could land.
Caught off guard by the sudden pull on her arm, Lu Zhaozhao turned her head slightly and could see her pale face beneath her snow-white hair.
The *Xuanzhong Ji* states: The Guhuo bird, with its feathers, is a flying bird; when it sheds its feathers, it becomes a woman. It is one of the Heavenly Emperor's daughters, one of the Night-Wandering Maidens, one of the Hook Stars, and one of the Hidden Flyers.
The Guhuoniao, one of the eight tribes, has always been the most secretive tribe. They live in high mountains, which are rugged and precipitous, easy to defend and difficult to attack. They live in seclusion and rarely come out, yet their prestige still awes those of different customs.
Nan Rong is a member of the royal family of the Guhuoniao clan, and all her direct descendants have white hair and wear red clothes, which can be considered a distinctive feature. Therefore, Nan Rongrui behind her is almost certainly a descendant of the Guhuoniao royal family.
Lu Zhaozhao looked at her. Although she seemed unreliable from the moment she appeared, she had secretly taken control of the situation. Looking at Changyu Lanshan, the only person present who could match her, it was clear that she had him firmly under her control.
It was nearly noon, and the registration deadline had long passed, but only two clans had come. So, the people of the eight major clans should have received preferential treatment, perhaps being allowed to enter the inner area directly. If that's the case, why did Lu Wu and the Guhuoniao come?
Changyu Lanshan wanted to create momentum and become the center of attention, so he came and showed off his skills. What about Nan Rongrui? Did she have the same idea as Changyu Lanshan?
Obviously not. Not to mention that the Guhuoniao clan has never cared about such empty titles, even Nan Rongrui, whom she had personally seen, was lively but knew how to advance and retreat, and acted eccentrically but with great control over her behavior. Such a person would never seek fame or reputation, so she must have some purpose in coming here.
Will they see Changyu Lanshan? Not necessarily. Firstly, they might have already met inside; secondly, Lu Zhaozhao doesn't think Changyu Lanshan is that valuable. It would be more plausible to say that they met his brother, Changyu Languan.
Then there's only one possibility left, Lu Zhaozhao thought: Nan Rongrui has come to see me!
With his head still tilted to the side, Nan Rongrui's expression was completely visible to Lu Zhaozhao.
The exasperated voice of Chang Yulanshan still echoed in her ears, but Lu Zhaozhao could no longer hear it clearly because Nan Rongrui suddenly raised his head and met her gaze.
The Guhuoniao is an ancient mythical beast, ferocious and tyrannical, known for its killing and slaughter. However, unlike the Luwu tribe's bloody practice of skinning and devouring alive, the Guhuoniao's methods have remained unknown to the public, and were not even recorded in the ancient books of Emperor Huizong of the Qing Dynasty.
But now, Lu Zhaozhao seems to have glimpsed something.
Bewitching techniques!
Unlike the fox clan's innate seductive arts, the Guhuoniao clan's bewitching arts are more like dismantling a person's psychological defenses from the inside out, gradually trapping the opponent and ultimately killing them with a single blow.
"Miss Nanrong, have you taken a fancy to me?"
Lu Zhaozhao and Nan Rongrui looked at each other and teased each other, pretending not to understand.
"Pfft." Nan Rongrui grinned and laughed. "You're really funny. In all my life, you're the first person who hasn't been swayed by me."
“No, it was indeed Nanrong’s eyes that captivated me just now,” Lu Zhaozhao corrected.
"Oh?" Nan Rongrui was somewhat surprised. "You don't look any different."
"I have to thank Miss Nanrong for not really trying to kill me, otherwise I'm afraid I wouldn't have survived."
Lu Zhaozhao smiled and continued to look at her. The moment their eyes met, she saw Nan Rongrui's eyes turn a bewitching purplish-red, as if something within them was drawing her to look down.
Then, the nightmare in her heart was triggered, and she saw Ying Che die at her hands again, and she was pierced through the heart again.
A chill ran from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head, like being unable to wake up from a midnight dream, feeling utterly hopeless and unable to find a way out.
Just as she was deeply engrossed in the nightmare and unable to extricate herself, the Heart Sutra of the Bamboo Sword appeared in her dream.
"Believe that a hundred years is but a dream, for the world is vast, so wander freely."
Jingwen Master's gentle voice rang in her ears, just like how she would stay by Lu Zhaozhao's side and hold her in her arms, gently stroking her back, every time there was a thunderstorm.
As his vision gradually cleared and he regained his senses, he saw a pair of beautiful eyes that were still sparkling and full of disbelief, but they were no longer as alluring as before.
Nan Rongrui did not refute, but simply took two steps forward to stand beside her, took her hand, and acted intimately.
“I saw you at the registration desk, Guan Nan, right? You don’t belong here.” Her gaze was intense as she looked around, pausing on Chang Yu Lanshan. “We are the same kind of people.”
Lu Zhaozhao glanced at her, then at Changyu Lanshan. He turned his head away, seemingly disdainful, but did not refute her.
She lowered her eyes, having already made up her mind. The people inside must have discussed it, which was why Nan Rongrui, with his special abilities, and Chang Yulanshan, who wanted to stand out, came here to test her, and she had just passed the test not long ago.
Lu Zhaozhao found it somewhat amusing and asked, "What kind of person?"
Nan Rongrui asked in a daze, "Didn't you come here because it was the Nüba clan's idea?"
"no."
Hahahahaha.
Nan Rongrui suddenly burst into laughter, as if he had heard something amusing.
"Stop making things up. Although the Nuwa clan claims to live in seclusion, as long as they remain in the Western Territory, it's impossible for them to be truly without ambition, especially after the new Demon Lord was appointed!"
Lu Zhaozhao, though puzzled by Nan Rongrui's sudden excitement, raised an eyebrow in agreement, indicating that she sensed a lot of secrets in her words, and gestured for her to continue.
Nan Rongrui's smile deepened upon receiving the feedback. She moved even closer, her breath lightly brushing against her cheek as she spoke. If the setting weren't so inappropriate, Lu Zhaozhao would have liked to praise her, saying she truly possessed a natural allure.
"The new Demon Lord comes from the human realm, and he always has some unrealistic ideas in his head. Take back the territory? Ha! How can we just give up the places that the various races hold onto? Incorporate the demon army? That's even more ridiculous! Are the eight major races going to work for him for free and be his subordinates? That's absolutely impossible."
"So what are you going to do?"
"The Demon Lord ordered that each clan can only send one person to participate in the selection, so we cannot send too many people into the city. But those who come are few but elite! The eight major clans and their affiliated clans have all sent capable people, and they are already in the inner palace."
Changyu Lanshan added.
After hearing this, Lu Zhaozhao turned her eyes and found that the once lively crowd had been cleared out, leaving only the three of them in the large courtyard.
"So you've come here to persuade me to join you?" Lu Zhaozhao asked.
"I'm not trying to persuade you, I'm just stating the pros and cons." Nan Rongrui returned to her normal posture. "Although the Nuwa clan hasn't been hampered in any way for the time being, the Nuwa clan will inevitably be next among the eight major clans. You should be well aware of that, right?"
"You said it yourself, I, Nuwa, am only after the Eight Great Clans. Why would I take such a risk?" Lu Zhaozhao replied flawlessly.
Upon hearing this, the two men's eyes turned cold, and their hands behind their backs began to move.
“However,” Lu Zhaozhao spoke again, and they paused, “if I don’t agree, I’m afraid I won’t be able to leave here alive.”
"So, what is your answer?" Changyu Lanshan asked.
"Obviously, I agree to cooperate."
After Lu Zhaozhao gave her answer, Changyu Lanshan looked at Nan Rongrui. She pondered for a moment, nodded, and said, "Come with me."
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