The serene place of the ghost temple.

Because Yuan Hao gifted Helian Weiwei with Wonderland Space when they first met, she had the opportunity to cultivate in this serene environment. In this space, devoid of any disturbances, the only sounds are the gentle flowing of the stream and the rustling of the breeze through the grass.

For a martial artist, the environment holds great significance. Helian Weiwei, practicing in this fairy space, can enhance her martial qi at a faster pace compared to those who train in the depths of the mountains.

It is often said that spiritual cultivation nourishes qi, and Helian Weiwei, with her keen observation, squinted and contemplated for a long time before planting a dying strawberry seedling in the soil.

Initially, she was merely testing the waters, but what she witnessed next left Helian Weiwei astonished. The withered seedling, as if absorbing abundant nourishment, rapidly regained vitality before her eyes. Its branches and leaves stretched out, and even small white flowers bloomed.

Even Yuan Hao, who owned this immortal space, was taken aback. While he knew that martial qi could be cultivated here, he had no idea it would apply to plants as well. To his surprise, the seedling even began to bear fruit!

Yuan Hao blinked, his two white ears standing in amazement. "This strawberry is growing quite abundantly," he exclaimed.

Helian Weiwei, her eyes narrowed, stroked her chin, as if she had stumbled upon something ominous. Her eyes gleamed with an unsettling brightness.

Yuan Hao was about to speak when, before he could even rub his arm, Helian Weiwei retrieved a silver ticket from her pocket and buried it directly in the soil. She buried a silver ticket!

Yuan Hao's silver eyes widened in bewilderment. What on earth was this woman doing?

Silent, Helian Weiwei kept her gaze fixed on the spot where the silver ticket was buried. One minute passed, then two, then three... Before the three-minute mark, an unsatisfied expression crossed Helian Weiwei's face. She pursed her lips and remarked, "So, you can't grow silver, and this space isn't that great after all."

Yuan Hao was dumbfounded. He couldn't fathom why his sacred fairy space was being used by this woman to grow silver!

"However, these strawberries taste delicious," Helian Weiwei commented. She picked one strawberry and savored it, tossing another to Yuan Hao.

Unconcerned about the fact that she was feeding him like one would feed a dog, Yuan Hao's white ears perked up. He caught the strawberry in his mouth and was instantly greeted by its sweet flavor.

"These strawberries seem different from the ones outside," Helian Weiwei observed. Upon closer inspection, she noticed a faint aura surrounding the strawberries, undoubtedly a tremendous supplement for warriors.

In other words, the fruits produced here were not ordinary fruits; they held a similar status to the Tianshan Mountains' snow lotus.

With these fruits, even if Helian Weiwei went to Taibai Academy, where it would be inconvenient for her to enter the fairy space for cultivation, she could still achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Simultaneously, layers of roses climbed over the hall, transforming the palace, buried in the darkness of night, into an ancient castle reminiscent of the seventeenth century.

Beneath the heavy curtains, unassuming yet luxurious stone pillars, crafted from black wood dyed silver, stood erected in the four cardinal directions, as if they could bear the weight of the entire hall.

Lying lazily on the main seat of the palace, a man adorned in his ascetic robe, with half of it unfastened, possessed ankle-length black hair that resembled the night sky. His straight ivory-like nose exuded a pearlescent luster, while slender fingers were concealed beneath black gloves, exposing only an inch of porcelain-white wrists, which compelled people to repeatedly gaze.

Seemingly in a slumber, he supported his head lazily with one hand, while the other lightly rested on the armrest of the king's seat. His narrow eyes were slightly closed, appearing carefree. However, as soon as a black figure silently entered the room, he abruptly opened his eyes, possessing eyes as dark as the night, capable of piercing through everything in this world.

"Your Highness, the High Priest has come out of seclusion, and upon hearing about you and Miss Helian, he..." The shadow paused, struggling to find the right words, before continuing, "...he is on his way here."

The man's cat-like pupils narrowed, emitting an aura of danger. "Huh, what could have happened between the main temple and her?" he questioned with a hint of disdain.

The shadow assumed the master had forgotten and respectfully relayed the information, "When Your Highness passed by the Protector Mansion, he helped Miss Helian."

"He helped?" the man drawled, his cold gaze fixating on the shadow, striking him with a demonic chill. "Are you now reminding me that you were molested by a woman?"

The shadow froze, swallowing hard. "Su... Subordinate..."

"Ah Jue, you're bullying our little shadow again. You shouldn't be so harsh," a voice rang out.

Suddenly, the temple's door cracked open slightly, and a man dressed in crimson walked in leisurely, a playful smile gracing his lips. He wore a white fox collar without a trace of impurity, and his face possessed an unparalleled charm. The red robe draped over him not only failed to dull his appearance but instead added an element of evil and handsomeness.

He looked at Baili Jia Jue and playfully commented, "I heard you've taken a liking to a little kitten?"

Baili Jia Jue lazily raised his eyes, remaining silent as he casually twirled the black jade ring on his finger. He ordered the subordinates coldly, "Go and prepare some hot water."

"Yes!" The shadow lowered his gaze to receive the command. Within moments, a thick wave of heat filled the hall.

The audacious man did not let go of the "kitten" topic. His thin lips curled slightly, and he nonchalantly rested his arm on Baili Jia Jue's shoulder. "I also heard that the kitten has been teasing you," he remarked.

Gasping heavily, the shadow's concern was not unfounded. Baili Jia Jue sneered and shrugged off the man's hand, using a handkerchief to wipe the area where the man's touch had landed. A cold smile curved on his lips. "Nangong Lie, don't you want your hand anymore?" he retorted.

Nangong Lie hastily took a step back, raising his hands in defense. "Hey, hey, don't be impulsive. As the High Priest, I must show concern for my prince's love life!" he exclaimed, his tone light-hearted.

His gaze swept over Baili Jia Jue's tall, difficult-to-approach handsome face and the understated, elegant patterns on the collar of his robe.

The man before him seemed as if he had been meticulously crafted, often emanating an aloof, indifferent, and lazy air, even devoid of martial energy. Despite that, the innate powerful aura within him could suppress any prince apart from himself.

Baili Jia Jue, the true embodiment of darkness.

His abilities were beyond comprehension, and Nangong Lie was uncertain if Baili Jia Jue truly lacked martial energy.