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

Unsurprisingly, Su Ning agreed to the deal.

Su Ning didn't mention what the other party chose to trade.

He said that Su Ning could make any demands of him.

Even if Su Ning told him to end his life right now, he would do it without hesitation.

Although she hasn't figured out how to stop it yet, Zhang Hexian, the riddle teller, only said that fate will arrange everything.

Su Ning, who had suddenly transformed from a villainous supporting character into the chosen one, was still somewhat unaccustomed to it.

Of course, as an additional condition of the deal, Su Ning also learned about the mastermind behind the recent rumors circulating in the martial arts world.

The Gate of No Form.

An answer that was expected.

"So, this is also why Master Zhang didn't make a move at the hunting grounds?"

In other words, you can't interfere.

Su Ning pointed out the other party's predicament directly.

It turns out that all my anxiety these past few days was unnecessary, after all, there is a natural order in this world.

Although it's just a martial arts world, the fact that Taihang Temple can perform divination and fortune telling is enough to prove that the other party is extremely dependent on the revelation of fate.

"You're very smart. Although I don't know why fate chose you, I still choose to believe in you."

Zhang Hexian's tone was completely calm, as if she were made of snow.

I finally know who Lin Ci resembles.

Su Ning silently complained in her heart.

"In that case, I'll wait for that day to come, and hopefully it won't be too long."

Su Ning agreed to the deal because she had a premonition.

In the original story, Yue Zijin also ended Su Ning's life amidst such a chorus of voices.

Although the plot has been slightly altered, the general direction remains the same; otherwise, she would have been killed off long ago due to being out of character (OOC).

After bidding farewell to Zhang Hexian, Su Ning boarded the carriage under the watchful eyes of Hongxiu.

"My lord, that senior didn't give you any trouble, did he?"

Xiuyu Tower originally belonged to the Demonic Sect. Although Su Ning had not done anything murder or arson since taking over, Hongxiu had become accustomed to outsiders' evaluation of the Demonic Sect.

The demonic sect and the righteous sect are like fire and water, and the abbot of Taihang Temple rarely comes down the mountain.

His martial arts skills are unfathomable.

Hongxiu was naturally worried, but fortunately Su Ning was unharmed, so she drove the carriage away with peace of mind.

Less than a quarter of an hour after Su Ning left, another figure appeared in the peach blossom forest.

He pushed open the fence gate, and the wooden door creaked open with a long, drawn-out sound.

Lin Ci, carrying his sword, slowly stepped into the courtyard.

"Was Master just hosting a banquet for guests?"

Lin Ci's gaze immediately fell on the stone table, where Su Ning had just been sitting, where there was still half a cup of unfinished sake.

"You're not a guest, so why are you here?"

Lin Ci should have gone to seek out the Master of the Wuxiang Sect.

Thinking of this, the aloof and otherworldly young Taoist priest was somewhat bewildered. He sat down opposite Zhang Hexian, in the same spot where Su Ning had just been sitting.

He seemed unsure how to begin, and after a long pause, said, "That person was strange; he was very hostile towards me."

"But today it seems he's been transferred away; I haven't been able to find any trace of him."

Zhang Hexian nodded almost imperceptibly. "It's alright, there's no rush. You should get some rest."

After Zhang Hexian left, Lin Ci intended to return to her room to meditate, but her gaze fell upon the unfinished sake on the stone table.

As if possessed, he reached out and picked up the wine cup, then brought it close to his nose and took a light sniff.

There was something else mixed in with the aroma of the wine, it wasn't the scent of peach blossoms...

After returning to Su Lou, everything was quiet.

While processing the information she received from Zhang Hexian, she tried her best to send people to find those who were causing trouble at the Wuxiang Sect.

A servant reported that Pei Yunlian was still the same as before. Su Ning had only seen him once not long ago and had only instructed the servant to give him his medicine on time.

She was busy until late at night before returning to her room. But as soon as she opened the door half an inch, her nose caught a strange scent.

The room was quiet, everything was as usual, but there was a different fragrance in the air.

It wasn't the orchid fragrance that usually lingered in her room, but rather a crisp, austere scent, carrying a faint hint of pine smoke—familiar yet oppressive, quietly settling in the stillness of the room.

This person is quite capable, managing to do it without alerting Su Lou's defenses.

Her eyebrows and eyes remained still, her face, as smooth as jade, was bathed in the soft moonlight, making her incomparably beautiful. In reality, she could react immediately if anything was amiss.

He slowly pushed the door open with his fingertips, stepped in lightly, and reached back to close the door. Just as his fingertips touched the door panel, a silent, cold wind suddenly swept past behind him.

The next instant, a tall figure suddenly approached, his warm chest, now tinged with a chilling aura, pressed firmly against her back, his broad shoulders encircling her completely between the door and his embrace, leaving no room for escape.

The person's chin rested on the top of her head, their breath brushing against her ear. Their deep, magnetic voice, laced with possessiveness, rang out casually: "You haven't written in a long time."

"So Brother You came by himself?"

"Have you finished dealing with things inside the gate?"

Su Ning raised her hand and grasped the other person's arm, but before she could speak, she was forced to turn around and meet the man's familiar eyes and brows.

"How did you get injured?" There was a thick, fine bandage on his hand, clearly a fresh wound that hadn't healed.

"It was scratched by a grumpy little squirrel."

Su Ning casually said something and pulled her hand away from the other person's grasp.

You Xunchun sized her up and felt that Su Ning tonight was somewhat different from the Su Ning in the Wuxiang Sect.

However, he didn't dwell on it too much. He took the other person's hand and sat down. "The Wuxiang Sect is quiet lately, so I can stay in the capital for a while longer."

As he spoke, he removed the haphazard bandage from Su Ning's hand, revealing her fair and delicate hand with no scratches whatsoever.

However, You Xunchun still carefully applied the ointment.

After the other person finished bandaging, Su Ning casually asked a question.

"Brother You, have you finally let go?"

The man's expression remained unchanged, with a slight upturn at the corners of his lips, but Su Ning still sensed a moment of unease in him.

"Yes, I've put it down."

lie.

Su Ning silently said something to herself.

but……

She looked up at the moonlight outside the window, then threw herself into his arms. "Brother You, I missed you so much."

Her nose brushed against the skin of his neck, her warm breath gently caressing him, almost imperceptible, with a touch of deliberate languor and allure.

Her eyes were half-closed, the corners of her eyes a deep red, and her voice was soft and seductive, the last syllable sending shivers down one's spine: "Since you're going to stay with me, let me check again to see if Brother You's illness has relapsed..."

The person in his arms was soft and warm, their breath hot. He pressed his soft body even closer, and the burning heat of their skin touching instantly ignited a wildfire.

He lowered his gaze, and Su Ning could clearly see the intense desire emanating from the corners of his eyes. He held her slender nape with his large hand and leaned down to kiss her.

Their lips and teeth intertwined, lingering and caressing each other.

His kiss was deep and heavy, filled with a long-suppressed burning love and domineering possessiveness. She obediently tilted her head back, her eyelashes trembling, letting him take as he pleased. Her fingertips hooked around his clothes, pulling him closer, and she was immersed in the candlelight and intimate embrace of the room...