After being reborn as an ugly cannon fodder, my appearance stats are off the charts!

Baihe and his group were stopped by Xuefeng as soon as they arrived outside the Heavenly Palace.

"The Holy Son has decreed! We await you all here," Blood Edge said, his face filled with barely suppressed fervor and devotion as he mentioned the Holy Son. "If you wish to meet the Holy Son, please proceed to the Star-Picking Platform."

Murong looked at Xue Feng with suspicion.

He and Xue Feng were once rivals, and he knew what kind of person Xue Feng was. Since taking orders from the Young Demon Lord, he had indeed done his best...

For this reason, Murong and Huan Gongzi, who had not seen the young demon lord for a long time, had mocked Xue Feng quite a bit in private.

But who exactly is this Holy Son? Judging from Xue Feng's intoxicated and delirious appearance, could this Holy Son possess some kind of mind-controlling martial art?

Murong couldn't help but secretly become more vigilant.

Baihe hadn't expected that the so-called Holy Son had already guessed his arrival, and he sneered, "Playing coy!"

This time, Bai He brought not only Bai Qingxuan and Murong, but also several subordinates. With a wave of his sleeve, he said, "Follow me!"

The Dharma Protectors in the sect all knew that once the Young Demon Lord turned twenty-two, he would have to fight to the death with the disciples of Xie Shihong and Zhong Lijun, and he would have to fight two against one to win.

But you must know that both Xie Shihong and Zhong Li are among the pinnacle of their time! How could their disciples be ordinary people?

The most terrifying thing is that if you can't win, or can't win well, the result might be that you'll be killed by the unpredictable E Feng with a single palm strike!

But if they win, who knows if they won't be killed by Zhongli Jun and Xie Shihong in a fit of rage?

Therefore, even though the young demon lord actually wielded considerable power, in the eyes of most of the sect's higher-ups, he was already a dead man.

Bai He appointed Bai Qingxuan as the Holy Maiden because he knew that the Holy Maiden did not need to get involved in the deadly battles. Although she did not have much real power, her nominal status was only slightly lower than that of the Young Demon Lord.

In comparison, this position is much better than that of the Young Demon Lord.

Besides, he hadn't even used Bai Qingxuan's status as the Holy Maiden to gain more benefits both inside and outside the sect! He hadn't even obtained the complete version of the Heavenly Demon True Technique, such a peerless divine skill! You must know that there aren't many people in the sect who can cultivate the Heavenly Demon True Technique... How could he be willing to let someone else suddenly take his place as the Holy Maiden!

Moreover, after learning from Yu Gu that the Holy Son was living with the Young Demon Lord, he suspected that the Holy Son was just a result of the Young Demon Lord using his status and power to act first and ask questions later.

Why would a dying man bother with all this nonsense?!

Baihe's own medicine-making ability is average, and his martial arts skills are not particularly good either. However, with the divine medicine left by his younger brother, a divine doctor, and his own ruthlessness, he has managed to operate in the Hidden Demon Sect for so many years and considers himself a formidable figure.

He thought that with a little effort, using both threats and inducements, he could make the young demon lord back down, quickly remove that so-called holy son, and then invite Qingxuan back to continue being the holy maiden.

Xue Feng led the way to the Star-Picking Platform.

Upon arriving at the location and seeing the white-clad figure amidst the swirling clouds, he immediately stepped forward, unable to contain his excitement, and exclaimed, "Holy Son! The person has been brought!" His voice trembled involuntarily, but the trembling was not due to fear.

Xue Feng knew that Yan An did not want others to know that he was both the Young Demon Lord and the Holy Son, so he only referred to him as the Holy Son.

Murong stopped at the back, observing the holy son whose appearance he couldn't see clearly.

The white veil covered her too completely.

All that could be seen was that he was tall and slender, and there was a vague sense of familiarity about him.

For some reason, the more he looked at the other person, the more he couldn't take his eyes off them. He could even feel an extraordinary charm about the other person. Even though the other person was just standing there silently, his beauty was beyond words, surpassing anyone he had ever seen before.

The Hidden Demon Sect members all wore white robes, but none of their white robes could evoke the same transcendent and breathtaking feeling as the other's.

Even though I haven't seen what he looks like yet.

Murong had begun to understand why this person could become the Holy Son.

The sound of the Baihe River flowing endlessly filled my ears.

Baihe initially ignored the Holy Son, his gaze wandering around. But after failing to find the Young Demon Lord, he had no choice but to start targeting the Holy Son, uttering various words that were ostensibly praising but actually criticizing, and even gradually adding blatant threats.

—It's so noisy.

How can I make him shut up?

Murong suddenly had this idea.

He suddenly came to his senses and realized that he had indeed been affected.

Something's not right!

Who exactly is this Holy Son? I have a strange sense of familiarity with him...

Murong took another step back without making a sound.

I've made up my mind that if things get bad, it's best to leave first.

But just then...

But the holy son made a move.

The Holy Son reached out, his snow-white, jade-like fingertips gently lifting the layer of pure white veil from within.

Murong's eyes widened, and he stood frozen in place, stunned.

Frozen, the wind froze, the sound froze, time froze, all five senses were trapped in the extremely viscous air. He was like a flying insect accidentally hit by a drop of resin and thus encased, frozen in an instant before his eyes into eternity, becoming a prisoner of the other's gaze. Even if ten thousand years passed and the sea turned into mulberry fields, he would still be deeply trapped and unable to escape.

The Holy Son placed a hand on his chest, his brow slightly furrowed, and said in a clear, cold voice, "This man dares to offend me. Who can teach him a lesson?"

He looked so sorrowful, yet he exuded boundless beauty and a serene, untainted charm that made one wish to immediately exhaust all means, even to the point of tearing open one's own heart, to soothe even the slightest possible pain in him. If one could make him smile, then one would die without regret.

That's what Murong was thinking when he unhesitatingly unfolded his iron-bone fan and used the blade hidden inside to slice off one of Baihe's ears.

However, he was a beat too slow, and Xuefeng's sword had already pierced Baihe's throat.

Even Baihe's subordinates did not hesitate at all when they attacked their master.

Bai Qingxuan had just recovered from the stunning beauty of the Holy Son, and before she could even understand what he had said, she saw Bai He's miserable state. She was immediately plunged into an ice cave and was so shocked that she couldn't speak.

Xue Feng, Murong, and the others were already looking at the Holy Son with great anticipation.

To their surprise, they found the draped gauze curtains already closed again.

The veil covered the Holy Son's face again, and only his voice could be heard. His voice trembled with disbelief and fear, "I only wanted you to teach him a lesson, not for you to..."

The Holy Son did not continue speaking.

It seemed unbearable.

Wuxiang's leisurely voice rang out, "What is the punishment for frightening the Holy Son?" His figure also appeared at this moment.

Xue Feng and Murong, disregarding Wu Xiang, immediately knelt before the Holy Son and said, "It is all our fault! Please punish us, Holy Son!"

"No need," the Holy Son's voice regained its calm. "You've all done this for my sake, how could I bear to blame you?"

"I'm not feeling well today, so I'll take my leave first." The Holy Son looked in the direction of Wuxiang and said, "Protector Wuxiang, I'll leave the follow-up to you."

……

The Holy Son has departed.

A group of people who had lost their souls were left behind, and it took them a while to disperse.

A profound silence fell over the Star-Picking Platform.

until--

"interesting."

E Feng's voice came from behind him.

"Wu Xiang, go and inform my holy son that I will take him to the Lingchun Banquet in a month."

Wu Xiang had already turned around. He bowed his head and said, "Your subordinate obeys!"