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

The Heavenly Mystery Pavilion says that the Holy Son of the Hidden Demon Sect has the most beautiful appearance in history, and no one in all ages can surpass him. He is the undisputed number one beauty in the world.

Upon hearing this, Young Master Huan simply smiled and dismissed it.

Until Murong returned from his mission, upon hearing the words "Holy Son," he fell into a state of bewitching obsession.

Only then did Young Master Huan learn that Murong had met the Holy Son a year ago. At that time, one of the White River Protectors had also died.

Young Master Huan sized up Murong, thinking to himself that if he ever wanted to kill him in the future, he only needed to call out the title of Holy Son to stop him and then seize the initiative.

Inevitably, when Young Master Huan undertakes missions in the future, he will pay more attention to information about that Holy Son.

It is said that after the Lingchun Banquet last year, the Young Demon Lord has been in seclusion somewhere and has not emerged since, while the Holy Son has been personally taken by the Sect Leader, traveling the world and hunting down members of the Thousand Poisons Sect, Qishan Sect, Zhonghe Society, and Guihong Sect.

These four factions worked together, utilizing the entire city of Ruiyun, to make the so-called Lingchun Banquet, which was actually an assassination banquet, extremely dangerous... yet they failed to cause the sect leader to lose a single hair.

At this time, the purge of the Hidden Demon Sect, Zhaoyue Manor, and Moling City will begin.

For them, this was a catastrophe.

But for Young Master Huan, this was a pleasurable moment to kill to his heart's content.

Until he saw a person outside Qishan Town, at the foot of Qishan Sect, or perhaps, a mountain spirit.

When I first saw him, he was half-lying on a withered tree, his long hair unbound, wearing a plain white robe that looked like piled clouds and mist. His long hair was intertwined with the extremely wide sleeves, undulating and almost reaching the ground.

The arrival of Young Master Huan did not attract the man's attention.

Only when the person being dragged by Young Master Huan regained consciousness, let out a painful wail, and was killed by Young Master Huan, did that person turn his head and glance at him casually.

With just that one glance, Young Master Huan felt as if he had undergone a cataclysmic baptism. In that instant, it was as if his body and soul had been split open and reforged. From then on, just looking at the other person would bring him endless joy.

Young Master Huan tossed aside the corpse, wanting to be more refined and strike up a conversation with the man, but was met with complete disregard.

He simply walked over, wanting to get closer to the person. If he could get closer, even closer, until there was no space between them, that would be perfect.

However, as he approached, the man vanished like a ghost.

Young Master Huan was stunned for a long time before realizing that the other party's martial arts were superior to his.

It took him some time to figure out that the internal energy and movement techniques used by the other party were from the same source as his own.

So it was the Holy Son.

Young Master Huan smiled slightly, beginning to look forward to the future.

He learned that the leader had recently gone to Qishan, but the Holy Son did not want to go with him, so he waited at the foot of the mountain.

The second time, after much deliberation, when he saw the Holy Son again, he had already dressed himself up to be handsome and dashing, and used all his charms, wagging his tail and begging like a dog, just wanting to be able to speak to the Holy Son, even just a single word.

Whether you don't want to talk or just want to look at him.

However, things never go as planned.

To the Holy Son, he seemed to be nothing more than a stone by the roadside, a lifeless, inanimate object.

The desire in his chest grew stronger and stronger, unquenchable, like a furnace burning fiercely all day long, about to explode, destroying everything and burning himself to ashes.

Until he discovered that when he killed, he always ignored his holy son, and the drooping eyelashes would tremble slightly.

Many people in the martial arts world were extremely curious about what Tianji Pavilion said about the Holy Son of the Hidden Demon Sect being so beautiful that no one in all ages could surpass him.

Even knowing that Bai Mo Efeng was also there, they still knowingly ventured into dangerous territory, flocking to Qishan Town.

The Holy Son regarded everyone as nothing.

During the day, they often rest in the wild forests, fields, and riverbanks outside the town.

His clothes were loose, and his posture was casual.

Occasionally at dusk, he would walk slowly down the long street like a wisp of smoke.

How can one describe that ethereal, dreamlike beauty, existing only in this mortal world, possessing a divine beauty that washes away all obstacles, leaving one dazzled and almost losing their soul?

Those martial arts practitioners who were fortunate enough to see him all gaped, their eyes practically bulging out of their sockets, revealing their wretched, foolish, and despicable appearances...

The Illusionary Prince then treated them like pigs, sheep, cattle, and dogs, capturing and binding them before taking them to the Holy Son, and then killing them in front of the Holy Son.

Relying on the Heavenly Demon True Technique he had practiced, which was a peerless divine skill far superior to other martial arts, and being extremely skilled in killing techniques, Young Master Huan was almost invincible in capturing people, but this was about to attract the united counterattack of those martial arts practitioners.

But his heart and eyes were still only for the Holy Son.

at last……

This time, the Holy Son did not disappear as usual, but looked directly at Young Master Huan.

"Holy Son!" Young Master Huan exclaimed with ecstasy, "You're finally willing to look at me? Do you see everything I've done for you?"

The Holy Son frowned slightly. "You said...for me?" he asked, as if he found it absurd.

But Young Master Huan simply gazed at him with fervent, unwavering eyes.

The Holy Son smiled.

He looks even more beautiful when he smiles.

So beautiful it drove the young master mad.

The holy son said gently, "Please do me a favor, okay?"

Young Master Huan nodded intently.

"Then go die."

……

After saying this, Yan An prepared to leave.

"Will this please you?" the madman asked excitedly.

Yan An glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and saw him raise his hand without hesitation and slap his forehead.

He immediately stopped breathing.

The group of martial arts practitioners arrived at that moment and were dumbfounded when they saw what was happening.

"It was just a joke," Yan An said casually.

Having said that, he indifferently lifted his foot, preparing to leave.

"Holy Son..."

"Your Holiness..."

"Is it really just a joke?"

Yan An seemed to see in the faces of some of them the same irrational, eagerness as the madmen who had died on the ground.

She disregarded her own life and death, merely trying to please him.