After infiltrating the main characters' group, I became the most beautiful woman in the world.

After casually treating the burned parts of her hands, Su Ning began to work.

Since we can't find the mastermind behind spreading the information, let's investigate Yue Zijin and his group's current whereabouts.

Unfortunately, after the spring hunt, those people seemed to have vanished suddenly.

Not only could she not find any trace of the people in her Embroidered Jade Pavilion, but she also couldn't find any useful information in the Ten Miles Hanging Bell.

Su Ning felt no relief whatsoever; on the contrary, she knew that the other party would one day return with even greater force.

At this moment, Hongxiu suddenly handed over a piece of plain paper.

She lowered her head slightly and said, "This appeared suddenly just now; it's a pity we couldn't find the messenger."

That thin, plain sheet of paper wasn't actually paper; it was mica paper, unique to Taihang Temple, which Lin Ci had used for his letters.

People from Taihang Temple.

Su Ning's mind raced, and her first thought was Lin Ci, but she quickly denied it.

She picked up the plain paper.

My fingertips touched the edge of the plain paper and slowly unfolded the paper. The moment the paper was opened, a very faint, cool fragrance wafted over.

There were no other words on the plain paper.

There was only one address, written with an extremely fine ink pen, the handwriting elegant and refined.

Su Ning handed the plain paper to Hongxiu, who looked at the address on it with slight surprise. "My lord, is it that senior?"

"This matter is of great importance. Should we inform His Highness Prince Ling?"

Hongxiu was naturally worried, after all, who knew what that senior's intentions were?

Although Xiuyu Tower is slowly regaining its former glory under the Lord's leadership, the Lord is still young.

Furthermore, the Taihang Temple has a deep foundation, and that senior's martial arts skills are unfathomable. If the other party really wants to do something, they may not be able to stop him.

But Su Ning stopped him, "No need. Go and prepare a carriage for me now. After I'm ready, you can come with me."

In any case, Zhang Hexian has not shown any malice towards her so far.

Besides, if he wanted to take action, he would have done so already, and he didn't choose to retaliate immediately.

This shows that today's events were not for Yue Zijin and his group.

After giving her instructions, Su Ning planned to go back to change her clothes, while Hongxiu cautiously asked, "My lord, how many men do we need to take?"

Since she wasn't informing Prince Ling, Hongxiu secretly planned to have everyone in Su Lou come out.

If the other side really launches an attack, at least it can cover the Lord's retreat.

Su Ning paused, then said, "Just the two of us."

Hongxiu was just about to redeploy manpower when she was surprised by Su Ning's response, which caused a crack to appear on her usually tense face.

She immediately knelt down and pleaded, "Your Majesty, you mustn't! Abbot Zhang's strength is unfathomable. If he intends to harm you..."

But before she could finish speaking, Su Ning interrupted her, gently lifting Hongxiu's hand and saying calmly, "It's alright, you can go and prepare the carriage."

Su Ning didn't explain further and turned to leave.

Because she knew that no matter how much Hongxiu didn't understand, she would be the first to obey her.

The peach blossoms in the north of the city are in full bloom.

The ground was covered with petals, pinkish-white, withered, and brownish-edged, which felt soft and spongy underfoot.

Su Ning stubbornly made Hongxiu wait outside, and went alone to the location on the plain paper.

Deep within the peach grove, there stands a wooden cabin.

There is a low fence in front of the house, covered with wildflowers that have not been trimmed and whose branches stretch out freely.

Inside the fence was a small courtyard with a stone table, two stone stools, a celadon wine pot, and two wine cups on the table.

Zhang Hexian sat on that stone bench.

His hair was still white, like frost, half loosely tied up with a bamboo hairpin, the other half hanging down his back, mingling with the falling peach petals when the wind blew.

When he saw Su Ning alone, he did not get up, did not greet her, and did not even change his posture.

He merely raised his eyes slightly, and in those unfathomable, cold pools, the sky was reflected with countless peach petals.

"You have a lot of courage."

Zhang Hexian sized up Su Ning. His eyes were calm, as if his heart was still, and he was not at all captivated by Su Ning's appearance.

"I wonder how your sect's disciple is doing these days."

Instead of immediately asking about the other party's purpose, she casually steered the conversation toward Lin Ci, as if it were a casual chat.

Su Ning only learned of Lin Ci's memory loss after becoming the owner of Xiuyulou.

Otherwise, given his personality, he wouldn't have remained completely silent.

Even the Taoist Xuanyang might not be able to restrain him.

When Lin Ci was mentioned, Zhang Hexian's expression changed slightly, indicating that the other party was not so cold-hearted as to be unapproachable.

It seems that he pays close attention to Lin Ci.

Perhaps, it's because of Lin Ci...

Wait a minute, Su Ning quickly stopped herself from thinking that she had already picked that perfect cabbage from Taihang Temple, and it was good enough that the other party hadn't shown any malice.

Zhang Hexian simply said, "He's fine."

Just when Su Ning thought the other party would continue to talk to her about Lin Ci, she didn't expect that the person in front of her really didn't play by the rules.

"I want to make a deal with you."

His expression was calm, his shallow eyes still like a still, cold pool, revealing only a detached indifference that seemed to have seen through the ways of the world.

Su Ning's expression remained unchanged as she secretly sized up the other party. "What kind of deal?"

"Prevent the disaster."

Just as Su Ning was still pondering the meaning of those four words, the other person added another sentence.

"To save all living beings."

Su Ning stared blankly, thinking she had misheard, and hesitantly asked again, "Save what?"

"To save all living beings."

The other person, being quite good-natured, repeated it again.

Su Ning confirmed that she hadn't misheard and that the person in front of her was indeed the real Zhang Hexian.

But she still felt it was absurd that the protagonist's task had fallen on her, a mere villainous supporting character.

Thinking of this, she looked at the other person with a rather complicated expression, "Master Zhang, are you sure you haven't come to the wrong person today?"

He shouldn't have said that to Yue Zijin.

The peach grove was very quiet. The man slightly raised his fingertips, and a falling peach petal suddenly stopped in mid-air, hanging between the two of them.

His silver hair swayed slightly in the rain of petals, and his cool gaze fell on Su Ning's beautiful face, each word clear and distinct: "Do you believe in fate?"

She didn't believe it at first, but the words "system" and "time travel" made her believe it again.

Su Ning thought to herself, "What do you mean?"

The other person stood up, exuding a cool and aloof aura.

Nine years ago, I passed through Sujia Village and happened to meet a grandfather and grandson.

"The granddaughter was exceptionally beautiful, with innocent eyes. The old man said she was a granddaughter he had found, and he knew nothing of her past or future, so he begged me to name her."

Having said that, Su Ning had no doubts. It turned out that he was the one who named little Su Ning.

The man continued, "That granddaughter's fate was already sealed; beauty is fleeting. I didn't interfere much, and after informing her of the method, I left in a hurry."

"Only today have I suddenly realized that fate had actually altered her original destiny."

In other words, only she can prevent the impending catastrophe in the martial arts world.

He stood with his hands behind his back amidst a shower of flowers, looking down at the woman before him. His appearance was ethereal and aloof, yet his words carried weight across the world.