Chapter 40

Cihang Jingzhai belongs to the Buddhist sect and has very close ties with temples and shrines across the land. Shifu Xuan, upon arriving in Chang'an, would certainly stay at a Buddhist temple. However, there are at least dozens of well-known large temples inside and outside Chang'an, and smaller ones number in the hundreds.

Fan Fan searched one by one, wasting a lot of time. It was only now that she found Yuhang Nunnery and happened to see Xiao Sheng shaving Shifu Xuan's head.

After separating from the Empress of Yin, although they had agreed on a place to meet, they had not yet regrouped. Therefore, last night, the scene on Yuema Bridge was completely unknown to Fan Fan. Moreover, she arrived a step too late and did not see the confrontation between Xiao Sheng and the successor of Jingzhai.

Thus, when she suddenly saw her lifelong rival with a completely shaved head, the little demon girl could not help but feel extremely pleased, laughing uncontrollably. For a moment, she was still in a daze. The scene before her, hidden beneath the comical surface, was a terrifying one!

The appearance of the little demon girl from the demonic sect was clearly the last straw that broke the camel's back. In an instant, Shifu Xuan's face changed rapidly from green to red, and then from red to white. Finally, she could no longer suppress herself and burst into tears.

She leaped up, raised her sleeve to cover her face, and rushed out the door, tears streaming down her face. In a short while, she was already out of sight.

"Swing the wisdom sword, cut the emotional threads, with great benevolence and courage, great compassion and mercy. After this trial, she will surely achieve great enlightenment and finally attain the ultimate fruit. Amitabha, well done, well done."

Watching the direction in which Shifu Xuan disappeared, Xiao Sheng sighed deeply, raised his palms in a prayer, and sent off the successor of Jingzhai on her last journey in the world.

Outside the window, on a branch, Fan Fan found it interesting. She swung her white feet happily and laughed, asking, "Hey, little brother, who are you? By the way, why did Shifu Xuan suddenly decide to shave her head and become a real nun?"

"My name is Xiao Sheng. Miss Fan Fan, nice to meet you." The fourteenth prince turned around, his gaze passing through the window to look outside. He smiled and said, "As for Miss Shifu, I originally tried to persuade her to marry Xu Ziling. Unfortunately, she refused, so she had to shave her head and return to be a real nun."

"Ha ha ha~ ha ha ha ha ha~"

Fan Fan laughed uncontrollably, her body shaking like a flower branch. Even the snow on the tree kept falling. Suddenly, the little demon girl lunged forward, head down, and fell to the ground. But in mid-air, she twisted her slender waist in a graceful and heart-wrenching manner, landing lightly.

She extended her delicate fingers and pointed at Xiao Sheng. Fan Fan laughed coquettishly, "Little brother, you are truly a remarkable person. I really like you. If you weren't so young, I would have wanted to marry you."

"Want to marry me? Miss Fan Fan, your status is a bit low, and my family would probably not agree."

Xiao Sheng is the fourteenth prince of the Da Hao Dynasty. Although he is known as the 'Waste Prince,' he still belongs to the royal bloodline. For a prince to marry, it is not the same as for ordinary people. The wife must have a clear background, be virtuous and chaste, and possess all the qualities of virtue, appearance, speech, and conduct. The conditions are very strict, and none can be lacking. Therefore, Xiao Sheng's words were not a joke but serious.

Of course, when it comes to taking a concubine or even a bedchamber maid, the requirements are much more relaxed. So Xiao Sheng looked at Fan Fan from head to toe and said earnestly, "However, if it's just a concubine, I can make the decision myself. Miss Fan Fan, what do you think?"

Fan Fan's face changed, and she was thoroughly enraged by these words. She scolded sharply, "Daring to tease your grandmother? You deserve a beating!" Her right hand swung in the air, and the Heavenly Demon Ribbon shot out from her sleeve. It seemed she intended to use the ribbon to slap Xiao Sheng hard, to teach him a lesson for his rudeness.

However, if anyone truly believed that Fan Fan only wanted to end the matter with a slap, they would be—too naive.

As the ribbon shot out, Fan Fan suddenly extended her small, white, and adorable foot and stomped the ground. The Heavenly Demon Qi spread, and the snow on the ground surged like a wave, "splash~" rushing towards the fourteenth prince, blocking the sky and blinding the eyes.

Amid the flying snow, Fan Fan used a lightning-fast movement, leaping forward. Her delicate hands shot out a palm strike. It was the "Heavenly Demon Secret Technique"!

In an instant, the space around her twisted and deformed, finally caving in to form a terrifying black hole field. Within a seven-step radius, the entire space was completely enveloped. Everything seemed to be crushed into pieces as the black hole contracted. Reality and illusion coexisted, creating a bizarre and terrifying scene.

Without a doubt, Fan Fan's demonic cultivation was no less than that of the Empress of Yin. This attack was her all-out effort, with no holding back.

Actually, if you think about it, this is normal. Facing someone who personally shaved Shifu Xuan's beautiful hair and forced her to run away in tears, how could Fan Fan remain calm and chat casually? All her previous behavior was just an act.

This was a long-prepared, sudden, and fully prepared attack, the most perfect and fierce attack of Fan Fan's life! This strike was so powerful that it could change the laws of nature and make the gods weep at night! In the world today, no one could survive after taking this blow! Even the three great masters of the world could not! So...

"Victory!" When Fan Fan's palm firmly pressed onto Xiao Sheng's chest and, in an instant, concentrated all her lifetime cultivation of Heavenly Demon Qi and unleashed it in one burst, Fan Fan was certain she had won!

This white-robed handsome youth would undoubtedly, in the blink of an eye, have his internal organs shattered, his spine crushed, and his body split in two, dying a terrible death on the spot!

However, it did not happen.

A dull explosion sounded. The wind scattered the surrounding snow, leaving a clean patch of ground. But apart from that, there was no other change.

No internal organs were shattered, no spine was broken, no body was split in two, not even a drop of blood. Xiao Sheng, who had stood there and taken the blow, looked relaxed and natural, showing no sign of injury, not even a hint of pain.

The Heavenly Demon Field was powerful, but unfortunately, it was ineffective against "Armed Color Ripple Walk—Steel."

"How... how is this possible?!"

Fan Fan was speechless, completely stunned by the scene before her, which was completely beyond her imagination, like a nightmare. She even subconsciously extended her other hand and pinched her face hard, trying to wake herself up from the nightmare.

Pain, such intense pain! This undeniable pain only confirmed one terrible thing: what was happening was not a dream but a reality that was despairing enough to make one collapse.

"Hmm, that move just now was not bad," Xiao Sheng nodded seriously, encouraging her. "Really, Miss Fan Fan. Your palm strike was indeed very powerful. Look, your strike pushed me back three inches. That's quite impressive. Last night, your teacher, the Empress of Yin, and Evil King Shi Zhexuan together only pushed me back that far. So, don't be discouraged just because you couldn't kill me."

"……………………"

Every word Xiao Sheng said, Fan Fan understood completely. But precisely because of this, her mind became even more blank, and she could not say a word.

"Even your teacher and the evil Shi Zhexuan working together couldn't kill this person? Is that true? If it is, then... what is the point of all our hard training? Have we been working so hard all this time, only to end up as clowns in front of this person?"

But even so, Fan Fan was not completely hopeless. She was not the kind of person who would be discouraged by a single setback. No! There is still hope! Because she still has her trump card!

"Oh, Miss Fan Fan, it seems you have understood. That's good. Failure is the mother of success. So don't be discouraged, keep trying and striving! Whatever you think, try it out. Don't let your life be filled with regrets. When you are old and gray, looking back on today, you will surely regret it."

Seeing Fan Fan's devastated expression, Xiao Sheng felt genuinely sorry for her. He racked his brains to recall some encouraging words to boost her morale, and he clenched his fist and raised it high to express his sincerity and support, hoping that Fan Fan would quickly recover and rise from the setback.

It was clear that Xiao Sheng's efforts were effective. Fan Fan's body trembled, and in the blink of an eye, her originally pale face was replaced by a deep red of anger. She screamed, "Nonsense! Shut up! Die!"

As she spoke, Fan Fan leaped back like a sail pulled by the wind. Her arms trembled, and the Heavenly Demon Blades, the sect's divine weapons, shot out from her sleeves and were firmly gripped in her hands. Immediately, a howling wind erupted, and Fan Fan disappeared from sight.

The waves crashed against the shore, surging and roaring. The storm intensified, and in a moment, the world was filled with the howling of the wind. This was the soul-stealing "Heavenly Demon Sound" of the demonic sect.

While using the demonic sound to confuse the enemy, Fan Fan spun in the air like a top. The Heavenly Demon Blades danced like snakes, striking Xiao Sheng with the force of a storm. The two trump cards used together were more than three times as powerful as using either one alone.