Chapter 58: May We Share the Moon for a Thousand Miles

Su Xiaoxiao sat down slowly, her fingers brushing the strings, as a melody that did not belong to the Immortal Realm spilled forth.

It was—["Wishing Longevity"].

Su Xiaoxiao parted her red lips slightly, singing softly: "When will the bright moon appear? I raise my cup and ask the blue sky… I know not what year it is tonight in the celestial palaces…"

The zither music was like water, the singing clear and ethereal, as if a misty drizzle in the moonlight, falling into the hearts of everyone present.

At that moment, everyone fell silent.

Zhao Yun's eyes flickered, and he quietly took out a Jade Slip to record the sound.

Suirenshi's expression was complex, and he muttered to himself: "I have never heard this before, yet… it feels as if it comes from the depths of the Soul."

Poetry Immortal Yu Xuanji, who had been resting her chin on her hand, suddenly sat up straight, her lips slightly parted, as if afraid to miss a single syllable.

"This is…"

"What piece is this?"

There were no complex techniques, no intertwining of myriad phenomena, not even the lingering Aura of Immortal Dao—yet this "Wishing Longevity" brought everyone into the depths of longing, into the sorrows of the ages.

Opposite her, Liu Pianpian's face gradually turned livid.

Her "Phoenix Seeks Phoenix" performance was already prepared, the ink-stained scrolls and four chapters of poetry ready, and she was just about to enter the main movement… But when she looked up, she saw that everyone had been captivated by Su Xiaoxiao's "baffling" tune. Who was still waiting for her to put pen to paper?

She gritted her teeth, a fine sheen of sweat appearing on her forehead.

She suddenly realized that she might truly… lose.

At this moment, Su Xiaoxiao finished the final passage, her voice as soft as the wind: "May we share the moon for a thousand miles."

With a light pluck of her fingertips, the zither music faded into silence, but everyone remained immersed in it, long unable to speak.

Xue Yao's eyes shone: "When my Master goes crazy… she is truly beautiful."

Lin Chen held her teacup, smiling without a word, a faint glimmer flowing in the depths of her eyes.

Su Xiaoxiao stood up calmly and brushed off her skirt.

"Sister Princess," she said softly, "it is now time for you to showcase your 'casual elegance'."

Liu Pianpian: "…"

The brush in her hand trembled slightly and fell to the ground without a sound.

She wanted to retort, she wanted to struggle, but when she scanned the room, she found that everyone's gaze was fixed on her—there was no pity, only… the cold indifference of those waiting for her to fulfill the wager.

That "Wishing Longevity" was like a gentle yet irresistible slap, shattering the "talented woman halo" she had worked so hard to build.

Even her most prideful zither skills and poetry seemed vulgar and shallow compared to this ethereal singing.

She had lost, completely lost, without even the courage to perform.

"The wager is set—"

Su Xiaoxiao walked over slowly, standing before her and looking down at her. Her voice remained soft and sweet, yet it carried an undeniable pressure:

"Princess Liu Pianpian."

"It is time for you to admit that you are inferior."

Liu Pianpian bit her lip hard, her red lips turning pale.

She slowly stood up, her voice hoarse, as if she were swallowing her entire pride.

"I… lack the skill."

"I am willing to accept the loss."

Although her voice was small, every word was clear, spreading throughout the entire Immortal banquet.

Many Dao officials whispered, their eyes filled with amazement and sympathy, but mostly with awe and recognition for Su Xiaoxiao.

Li Chongjun's eyes lit up, and just as he was about to stand up to say something, Su Xiaoxiao gently raised her hand, stopping everyone's reaction.

She looked at Liu Pianpian, the corners of her lips curling up in her usual charming yet mischievous manner:

"Very good."

"But don't forget—"

"I have won against you, but the wager is not over yet."

"You said it yourself, I may deal with you as I please."

Liu Pianpian's pupils constricted, her breathing became rapid, her body stiffened, and her pretty face turned as white as snow.

Su Xiaoxiao did not press closer, but simply raised her hand to smooth her temple hair, slowly leaning down to whisper into her ear, her voice barely audible:

"Rest assured, I will not do anything to you immediately."

"But when I need you—I will come to find you myself."

"You… must be prepared."

Her voice rose slightly at the end, sounding like a coquettish plea, yet also like a threat.

Liu Pianpian was struck as if by lightning, standing frozen there, her face full of shame and anger, her ears turning from white to red, finally burning crimson!

As Su Xiaoxiao turned, her skirt swished, and she smiled with an innocent, lively, and charming expression, yet that one sentence echoed endlessly in everyone's hearts—

"When I need you, I will come to find you."

Poetry Immortal Yu Xuanji leaned back in her seat, finally curling her lips into a smile, and whispered:

"This little enchantress… is interesting."

Zhao Yun slapped his thigh: "This Aura, even the Imperial Princess of my Dragon Soul Holy Domain cannot compare!"

Suirenshi rubbed his chin, pondering whether he should send a congratulatory gift of Divine Blood…

Xue Yao watched her Master's back, the corners of her mouth twitching violently: This is no yandere girl, this is a voracious wolf in sheep's clothing!

Liu Pianpian stood motionless for a long time.

Her eyes dimmed inch by inch, her nails digging into her palms, biting her lip in silence, as if she had been hollowed out.

She would not give up.

Even if she had lost now, she would find a way to turn it around—

"Su Xiaoxiao… just you wait."

"Even if you carry the destiny of a hundred lifetimes and possess innate Immortal bones, I will tear off your enchanting skin and let everyone see what kind of person you really are!"

The main seat of the Immortal banquet was bustling with activity. The confrontation between Su Xiaoxiao and Liu Pianpian had just concluded, and before the cultivators could calm down, a faint laugh suddenly came from the seating area:

"Fairy Su just now surpassed all others with her skills; she is peerless in talent and beauty, truly worthy of being a body with the destiny of a hundred lifetimes."

The person speaking was dressed in a purple robe with gold patterns, holding a jade-boned folding fan. He was handsome and elegant, his gentle demeanor carrying an inherent air of authority.

This person was none other than Divine Son Liu Xuanning, the current Divine Son of the [Taiwei Divine Sect], of the orthodox Bloodline of the Liu clan of the Immortal Realm, inheriting the Great Dao Imperial Mandate of the lineage of the Guangwu Immortal Venerable Liu Xiu, and was the "Crown Prince of the Immortal Realm" upon whom destiny was bestowed.

The Taiwei Divine Sect was a renowned imperial power in the Immortal Realm, sharing the same origin as the mortal Imperial clan of the Liu family. With "Imperial Qi to control Dragons, and Destiny to seal the Heavens" as the Foundation of its Daoist tradition, each generation had those with the bearing of an Imperial Star to lead the Immortal Dao, ranking it as one of the six oldest and most orthodox Divine Sects in the Immortal Realm.

Divine Son Liu Xuanning was of noble status and always acted with composure, but at this moment, he suddenly stood up to speak, causing the entire venue to fall slightly silent.

He lightly unfolded his fan and stepped forward, his gaze sweeping imperceptibly between Su Xiaoxiao and Li Chongjun. His tone was gentle, yet every word was like a blade:

"I am curious about one thing—may I ask if what you said regarding the 'one hundred million Immortal Crystals as a betrothal gift' is true?"

The entire venue went silent instantly. All eyes fell squarely on Su Xiaoxiao.

Su Xiaoxiao smiled like a flower, her voice crisp and moving: "Of course, in front of so many Immortal Seniors, how could I speak carelessly?"

She blinked her eyes, her posture lazy yet bewitching, "However, I am a person who only recognizes concrete betrothal gifts. If the Immortal Crystals are not enough… then the feelings will naturally fade."

The crowd was in an uproar.

Emperor Li Xian raised an eyebrow, secretly thinking that although the girl was pretty, she was a bit too realistic. Thinking again, the Great Tang was short of wealth, and if one hundred million Immortal Crystals were truly produced—his expression suddenly became strange.

Divine Son Liu Xuanning's smile did not fade: "Since that is the case, if Brother Chongjun can produce one hundred million, then it is a match of fate and affection, and everyone will naturally offer their blessings."

"But if… he cannot produce it for the time being?"

Crown Prince Li Chongjun's expression changed slightly, and he clenched his fists, whispering: "My feelings for her are sincere."

Divine Son Liu Xuanning chuckled lightly: "Feelings are feelings, but marriage is about sincerity and being well-matched in status."

He changed the subject:

"If Brother Chongjun is willing to part with her, my Taiwei Divine Sect is willing to offer one hundred and fifty million Immortal Crystals as a betrothal gift."

The entire venue was in an uproar!

One hundred and fifty million!

That was a sum that even the six great Divine Sects would have to cultivate for tens of thousands of years to gather! And that was not including expenses!

Emperor Li Xian spat out a mouthful of wine and immediately coughed twice, a glint of light already flashing in his eyes.

"This… is this young friend serious?"

Divine Son Liu Xuanning bowed: "If Immortal Venerable is willing to facilitate this, I am willing to swear an oath, and will not delay for even a moment."

Poetry Immortal Yu Xuanji narrowed her eyes and chuckled: "This spectacle… is becoming more and more interesting the more I watch."

Crown Prince Li Chongjun's face was livid, his eyes churning with rage.

He finally understood—he thought he had come to propose, but in reality, he had simply entered the "Su Xiaoxiao Auction".

And Su Xiaoxiao, sitting in the main seat, dressed in bright red, smiling like a flower, rested her chin on her hand, watching all of this lazily, like an enchantress of the Immortal Realm watching a show.

The corners of her lips curved, and she said calmly:

"You all take your time bidding, I am not in a hurry anyway."