A woman clad in snow-white robes stood proudly in the grand hall, her ebony hair dancing in the air. Her eyes, like black crystals, shimmered with divine radiance, as if she had stepped out of a celestial painting—an immortal maiden of peerless grace.
Yet this very woman, with her jade-like skin and ethereal beauty, was now boldly reprimanding deities and standing alone against the leaders of numerous sects, leaving many astonished and bewildered.
By all appearances, she was young—her luminous, lithe form brimming with vitality. And it was precisely this youth that made her defiance all the more shocking. How could someone so young dare to confront the mightiest sect masters?
“Audacious!” roared a deity of the Celestial Clan, his voice thunderous. This was their sacred domain, and for a mere junior to barge in with such arrogance was unacceptable.
“I think it’s *you* who are audacious!” Ye Qingxian lifted her gaze, meeting the eyes of the high-seated deities without a trace of deference.
“Young one, this is no place for you!” A sect master spoke, unleashing his oppressive aura.
*Buzz!*
A crimson light abruptly manifested in the hall, like the evening glow of the horizon, dazzling with golden edges as it slashed toward Ye Qingxian. Someone had struck, intending to teach her a lesson—to remind her that this was a hall of sect masters, not a playground for reckless youths.
Yet suddenly, the scarlet radiance froze, as if encased in ice. A single crimson-gold feather hovered in the air before her.
*Sizzle!*
It burst into flames, transforming into a blazing divine fire just a zhang away from Ye Qingxian, illuminating the entire hall before crumbling into ashes.
The crowd stiffened. This time, they saw it clearly—a mysterious ripple had blocked the attack, reducing the divine feather to dust.
The master of the Flame Demon Palace was shaken. That feather had been infused with his clan’s sacred power and runes, yet it had been obliterated in an instant.
Now, everyone took notice.
“You seem fond of plucking your own feathers. I wouldn’t mind helping you remove them all. Care to try again?” Ye Qingxian’s words were a blatant threat, her gaze piercing the Crimson-Feathered Divine Crane.
The Flame Demon Palace master’s face darkened, but inwardly, he was stunned. This woman was unfathomable—how had she blocked his strike?
“Young one, which sect do you hail from? Do your elders know of your actions here? Do not bring calamity upon your kin,” someone warned.
“I have no interest in wasting words with you. Today, the sect masters are gathered here. You should listen more and speak less,” the Crimson-Feathered Divine Crane said coldly.
“You dare lecture *me*?” Ye Qingxian laughed.
The Flame Demon Palace master’s expression twisted. Humiliated before so many, he could no longer back down.
“You refuse to yield?” Ye Qingxian’s lips curled, her white robes fluttering as if she might ascend to the heavens at any moment. Yet in her gaze was an indescribable dominance—a contradiction of ethereal beauty and unyielding might.
Enraged, the Flame Demon Palace master’s body erupted with crimson light, ready to strike. He turned to the Celestial Clan’s deities. “Brothers, what say you?”
The deities frowned. This troublesome girl was an enigma, and the old crane was clearly trying to drag them into this. But as hosts of the Celestial City, they could not ignore the matter.
“What’s there to say? You attacked me first. Consider this a lesson,” Ye Qingxian said lightly, her voice like celestial music.
Her body glowed, radiant as the morning sun, her every step exuding sacred light as she advanced toward the Crimson-Feathered Divine Crane.
The crowd tensed. Was she truly about to strike?
“Insolent whelp! You dare raise your hand against me?!” The crane bellowed, his left side erupting with a massive wing wreathed in crimson flames and thunder.
The hall trembled as divine symbols blazed, engulfing Ye Qingxian in a storm of fire and lightning.
*Swoosh!*
With a single step, Ye Qingxian’s body released ripples of auspicious light, resonating like the toll of a divine bell. The gentle ripples carried a deafening roar—a sound of the Great Dao itself—shattering the crimson flames and erasing the crane’s runes.
“What is this?!” Many gasped.
The Flame Demon Palace master’s heart lurched. His divine art had been broken! The ripples surged toward him, forcing him to slash with his wing—a blade of blood and fire.
*Clang!*
The ripple struck, and with a metallic ring, the wing cracked, feathers scattering. The crane staggered back, blood dripping from his wounds.
Before he could recover, his wing ignited, consumed by the relentless ripples.
“Ah—!” The crane roared in humiliation.
*Boom!*
Ye Qingxian’s body shone brighter, releasing more ripples that struck the crane relentlessly.
With a final cry, the Flame Demon Palace master was sent flying, half his robes—woven from his own feathers—reduced to ashes. Blood trickled from his lips.
Silence gripped the hall. Even the Celestial Clan’s true deities were stunned. Who *was* this girl?
“Who is she? A descendant of an imperial lineage?”
“A mere girl, defeating the Flame Demon Palace master? Unthinkable!”
The sect masters narrowed their eyes, reassessing her.
“Are you convinced?” Ye Qingxian asked the crane, her voice magnetic yet carrying undeniable authority.
No one saw her as a delicate maiden anymore—she was a transcendent force.
The crane coughed blood, his face crimson with shame.
“I yield! Sister, you are a true immortal!” Kong Qiuji cheered from the sidelines, earning a glare from the Peacock Deity.
Ye Qingxian rolled her eyes. “I’m not *that* old.”
The crowd buzzed again. Just what kind of monster was she?
“Young friend, your talent is unparalleled, but show mercy,” a Celestial Clan deity interjected.
“Your clan is despicable,” Ye Qingxian retorted, turning to face them without fear.
“You go too far!” Qi Tuo snapped.
“Worse is yet to come. He saved your clan’s genius, yet you repaid him with treachery?” She pointed at Shi Hao, her eyes sharp with accusation.
“He sought to steal our clan’s treasure,” a deity countered coldly.
“Lies. I was there in the Bloody Plains. Your deceit is shameless.”
“Elder, spare Shi Hao. He protected me across thousands of miles,” Yun Xi pleaded.
“You know nothing of the world’s cruelty. Be silent!” Qi Tuo’s oppressive aura silenced her.
“I won’t waste words. You dared to touch *my* people. Today, you *will* answer for it!”
Her white robes billowed as if she were a sovereign overlooking the world.
The crowd shuddered. She wasn’t just here to rescue Shi Hao—she demanded justice.
*Who is she?*
Even the sect masters—the Heavenly Nation’s deputy lord, Qin Changsheng, the Demon Sunflower Garden’s ancient ancestor, the Nether Lord, and the Heaven Mending Sect’s leader—studied her with keen interest.
*Boom!*
A radiant barrier erupted around Ye Qingxian, shielding her from probing divine senses.
“Remarkable,” murmured a sect master.
“Celestial Clan, give me an answer. A *sincere* one. Or this matter will not end today.”
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