Bai Suzhen, I really need to punish you properly.

"Master Xiao, please follow me."

Leng Bingxin nodded slightly, then turned around and slowly walked towards the back hall.

She was slender and graceful, her skirt trailing on the ground, her jade pendants jingling with every step.

Wang Xuan followed three steps behind, neither too close nor too far, and was somewhat captivated by the clear and melodious sound.

Suddenly, Leng Bingxin stopped, turned her head slightly, and instructed, "Huazhi, you don't need to come along."

Leng Huazhi's lips parted slightly, as if she were somewhat aggrieved, but she still replied, "Yes, Palace Master."

Leng Huazhi gave Wang Xuan a resentful look and watched the two of them leave.

Upon arriving at the entrance to the rear hall, Leng Bingxin slightly raised her jade hand, and a clear, light blue spiritual energy flowed from her fingertips, landing on the hall door.

With a deep sound, the main gate of the rear hall slowly opened to both sides.

Leng Bingxin entered first, followed closely by Wang Xuan.

As soon as I stepped inside, the jade pendant on my chest emitted a warm sensation.

This place holds the accumulated treasures of the Xuan Nu Palace throughout the ages, radiating spiritual light. Wang Xuan only needed to glance around to feel dazzled and mesmerized.

On the high platform in the center of the hall, a small, exquisite white jade bottle was placed quietly.

Leng Bingxin stepped forward, took the jade bottle, and turned to hand it to Wang Xuan.

It feels slightly cool to the touch, and exudes a refreshing aura.

Wang Xuan was overjoyed and solemnly promised, "Thank you, Palace Master! I will definitely repay this kindness in the future."

Leng Bingxin's eyes were clear as water, but her delicate features always held a faint sorrow.

It seemed as if she was carrying many worries on her mind.

She gently shook her head, her lips curving slightly upwards, revealing a rare, faint smile: "I don't want you to repay me."

Wang Xuan's expression was solemn: "The Dragon Saliva Dew is difficult to refine and has consumed countless efforts of the Palace Master. I am not an ungrateful person."

A blush rose on Leng Bingxin's jade-like cheeks, and her clear, beautiful eyes softened with a gentle light. She spoke with the shyness of a young girl, saying softly, "My master once told me that we have a predestined connection from a past life, and that I am destined to love you in this life. What is a mere dragon's saliva worth?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Xuan instinctively felt a sense of resistance: "Are you going to decide your entire life based on your teacher's prophecy? You should choose your own life, instead of being trapped on a predetermined path."

All you beautiful girls have gone off to find your destined soulmates from past lives. Who's going to make up for the missing rewards in the "Record of a Hundred Beauties"?

Especially the fate of this foolish woman, who, because of a single sentence from her master, lost everything—from treasure to her body and then her life—in just a few days.

He didn't want her to repeat the same mistake.

I wonder if Leng Bingxin will be so angry that she'll draw her sword and kill herself when she discovers that she herself is not the current successor of the Tianshan Sect.

Leng Bingxin's eyes darkened slightly, tinged with sadness: "You don't believe me?"

"I only cultivate myself in this life, I don't seek the next life, and I don't care about the so-called past life."

Leng Bingxin stared at him blankly: "But my master was right, you did come to collect it."

"A butterfly flapping its wings in the Eastern Continent may cause a storm in the Southern Continent a few months later. Everything in the world is subject to change; nothing is static or predetermined."

Leng Bingxin retorted softly, "Small trends can be changed, but large trends cannot."

"What I changed was the general trend."

Leng Bingxin's lips curled up slightly, her eyes softened, and a blush rose on her cheeks as she said softly, "Perhaps it is because you are this kind of person that I am destined to fall in love with you in the future."

Wang Xuan thought to himself: This woman is really stubborn.

Now that he knows the truth, he'll probably kill himself!

Wang Xuan already sensed that winning over Leng Bingxin would be extremely difficult in the future.

He needs to quickly find a way to fix things.

Wang Xuan looked into her eyes and slowly said, "I am not what you imagine. I am the one you have placed in your heart, a golden light that shines upon me."

Leng Bingxin's eyes remained firm and unwavering: "So what? If it were anyone else, I would never feel the slightest bit of affection."

Wang Xuan, who had been feigning aloofness, finally chuckled lightly, a rare occurrence for him: "I think I know why the Xuan Nu Palace has always remained secluded from the world."

Leng Bingxin frowned slightly, but still answered seriously: "The Xuan Nu Palace has always been low-key and indifferent to worldly fame and fortune. Moreover, the Xuan Nu Gong requires one to remain a virgin for life. Once one gets close to a man, all one's cultivation will be dissipated."

Wang Xuan was speechless for a moment. He clearly meant that the people of Xuan Nu Palace were too easy to fool, but the other party was so serious that he didn't understand his implied meaning at all.

He hesitated before speaking, then asked, "Aren't you afraid of entrusting this to the wrong person?"

"Your eyes are clear and open; you can't possibly be a bad person."

Wang Xuan's inner thoughts: 666.

However, on the other hand, having lived in seclusion here for many years without ever having any contact with the opposite sex, and with the "official endorsement" from her master, it's inevitable that she would develop a slight fondness for this suddenly appearing "successor of Tianshan".

"The Xuan Nu Palace has always been secluded and untouched by worldly affairs, with pure minds. Is it too arbitrary to judge based on just one encounter?"

Leng Bingxin frowned and lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if deep in thought.

Seeing her lost in thought, Wang Xuan felt a pang of annoyance.

His original intention was to pave the way for the truth to be revealed in the future. After all, who could resist such a detached and flawless palace master? But if he aroused her suspicion, it would really cause unforeseen complications.

"What I mean is, time will tell," Wang Xuan quickly interrupted Leng Bingxin's thoughts, cupped his hands in farewell, and said, "Palace Master, I should take my leave now."

Fortunately, Leng Bingxin didn't suspect anything, and simply said gently, "You've traveled a long way, don't you need to stay overnight?"

Wang Xuan shook her head: "No need."

"Okay, I'll take you."

The two remained silent until they reached the entrance of the barrier.

Leng Bingxin stood still, her gaze sincere: "If you ever encounter danger in the future, feel free to come to me. Whatever your request, I will do my best to help you."

Wang Xuan thought to himself, "My only request is that when you find out the truth, you don't try to kill me with your sword."

However, his expression remained aloof, and he returned the greeting with a cupped hand: "Thank you, Palace Master. If the Xuan Nu Palace needs anything in the future, I will do my utmost to help."

Leng Bingxin nodded gently.

Wang Xuan then took out a sealed letter and handed it to her.

Leng Bingxin took it with a puzzled look: "What is this?"

Then her slender fingers began to open the envelope.

Wang Xuan immediately spoke up to stop them: "Wait!"

Leng Bingxin looked at Wang Xuan with a puzzled expression.

"There are words I want to say to the Palace Master inside. Open them when you hear news of the Blood Demon in the mortal realm in the future, or... when the Palace Master remembers me."

"good!"

Leng Bingxin smiled faintly; she liked this way of expressing herself.

Wang Xuan said no more, and strode out, stepping out of the barrier.

With the surroundings changing, Wang Xuan returned to the dilapidated temple he had been in before.

Wang Xuan didn't linger. He rode the wind and soared into the sky, flying a full hundred miles before summoning Mingzhu and Nie Xiaoqian.

"Young master."

"Young master."