Based on previous records from books, Xuan Yi flew all the way east. After flying through the sea of clouds for two quarter-hours, she only felt it growing darker and darker, with cool, icy wind blowing against her face. Clearly, Wangshu Palace should be nearby.

She descended from the clouds. Sure enough, ahead stood a massive palace, the deep blue color of the night sky. On the towering hall entrance reaching into the clouds, a three-legged silver toad was prominently carved.

At this moment, a young divine lord stood before the hall entrance. Xuan Yi looked carefully—it was indeed Gu Ting. He was covering half his face and looked rather wilted.

“Senior Martial Brother Gu Ting.” She called out once and landed beside him.

He was slightly startled. Seeing only her arrive, he couldn’t help but frown: “Where’s Fucang?”

Xuan Yi covered her mouth and smiled ambiguously: “Senior Martial Brother Fucang and Goddess Xihe have such good feelings for each other.”

This was bad. Fucang must have been grabbed by Goddess Xihe to pour out her heart, and who knew when he could break free. Gu Ting looked gloomily toward Wangshu Palace, unable to speak for a long time.

Xuan Yi tilted her head and examined the half of his face he was covering. It looked as if someone had struck it swollen, and his clothes were also covered in dust, appearing extremely disheveled. She couldn’t help but laugh: “Senior Martial Brother Gu Ting, what happened?”

Seeing her face full of smiles, Gu Ting felt even more displeased. He was about to speak when he heard the sound of wind overhead. Snow-white-clothed Fucang descended lightly at his side. He said with pleasant surprise: “Goddess Xihe didn’t make things difficult?”

Fucang’s face was dark as water. He avoided answering and only asked: “What happened to your face?”

Gu Ting awkwardly touched his injury: “Goddess Wangshu isn’t here today. Only Divine Lord Feilian remains in Wangshu Palace. I’m afraid we won’t even be able to obtain the Essence of Moonlight.”

Although Divine Lord Feilian was merely Goddess Wangshu’s guide, at this moment with Wangshu absent, all matters of Wangshu Palace were decided by him. This divine lord had a violent temper and was extremely disagreeable. Also, because Imperial Lord Baize frequently dispatched disciples to request his hair, he had an extremely poor impression of them. At the slightest disagreement, he immediately resorted to violence. He was several hundred thousand years older than them—who could fight him? Even Tai Yao, the Ninth Imperial Son, had been beaten by him. Today, he hadn’t even seen Divine Lord Feilian’s face—as soon as the door opened, he was pelted with moon sand, falling flat on his face like a dog eating shit, his face all swollen from the impact.

“Then let’s return.” Fucang turned around, still not glancing at Xuan Yi even once.

Xuan Yi examined Fucang up and down. Suddenly tilting her head, she pointed at her own sleeve cuff and spoke leisurely: “Senior Martial Brother Fucang’s romantic fortune is considerable.”

Fucang lowered his head and saw on his snow-white long sleeve a faint trace of rouge color, presumably left when Goddess Xihe clutched his sleeve crying as he departed Xihe Palace.

His eyes narrowed slightly. He glanced at Xuan Yi’s skirt hem covered with white snow and said indifferently: “Indeed. Your skirt corner was also burned into quite a distinctive shape.”

Xuan Yi drew in a breath. In an instant, new grievances and old hatreds surged up together in her heart. She stepped forward. Before she could speak, she saw the massive palace gate carved with the three-legged silver toad slowly open. Cold, chilling wind howled out, stirring the sleeves and long hair of the three celestial gods.

From within the hall suddenly came a cold snort: “More trash has arrived! Since you won’t leave, then don’t leave!”

Xuan Yi only felt a huge suction force dragging her. She was involuntarily pulled into the great hall, then unceremoniously pressed hard toward the ground. She hurriedly steadied her body. The next moment, violent wind suddenly arose greatly. Moon sand from the huge flowerpots at the four corners flew up. Not only did it blind the eyes, but it also hurt like a knife when it scraped the face. The sand tumbled and surged, mercilessly entangling them, firmly coiling around their bodies as if to tear them to pieces.

Gu Ting anxiously shouted: “Please calm your anger, Divine Lord Feilian! We didn’t intend this! It’s truly that our master’s command is difficult to disobey! Otherwise, we would never come to disturb the Divine Lord!”

Divine Lord Feilian’s cold, hard, dry voice exploded thunderously from behind the moon sand: “Even if that old fellow Baize is an Imperial Lord, how can there be such absurd matters of coming repeatedly to request hair! I don’t care what kind of base, lowly interest he has in wanting hair! Today I’ll tear off your arms and legs and let him taste my power!”

The moon sand suddenly tightened. Xuan Yi slowly waved her hand. Within the hall, it actually began to snow heavily, the snow drifting. When white snow fell upon the moon sand, these golden glittering grains of sand immediately fell like rain, one by one dissolving into nothingness.

She slowly landed on the ground, straightened her clothes, and said indifferently: “What a temper.”

The opposite side fell silent for a moment. Suddenly, an exceptionally tall figure emerged from behind the hall. The newcomer wore a sandalwood-purple long robe. Though his features could be called dignified and imposing, his hawk-like nose added a fierce, sinister air. Most peculiar was his cascading long hair—actually moon-colored silver-white, flowing with overflowing radiance, dancing without wind, extremely strange.

No wonder Imperial Lord Baize coveted his hair… Xuan Yi immediately understood.

“What are you looking at?!” Divine Lord Feilian shouted coldly, glaring at her viciously, his full head of silver hair flying up: “So you’re a descendant of the Zhuyin Clan! Hmph! How old are you even? You want to intimidate me too?! So what if you’re unafraid of the five elements and yin-yang? Do you think I’ll be afraid?! Seeing you’re young, I’ll let you strike first! Come!”

Xuan Yi shook her head: “Shouting for fighting and killing all day long is the behavior of a brute. Although the Divine Lord is unwilling to gift your hair, we also cannot disobey our master’s command. How about this, Divine Lord Feilian—let’s make a wager. If I win, give me three strands of hair plus three pieces of Essence of Moonlight. If you win, my two senior martial brothers are at your disposal—beat them however you want.”

This ruthless, cruel demoness! Gu Ting was furious: “What are you say—”

Before he could finish speaking, Xuan Yi gave a reassuring smile: “Senior Martial Brother Gu Ting, we’re in the same boat.”

Same boat, like hell! She’s playing tricks again! This wager sounded fair, but actually if she won, the credit went to her, and if they lost, the two of them would suffer!

Divine Lord Feilian indeed wasn’t a pushover. He immediately rolled his eyes: “You’re young in years but full of scheming! Why should I play along with your stupid wager?!”

Xuan Yi stared fixedly at his full head of silver hair dancing without wind. When divine power surged within Divine Lord Feilian’s body, his long hair would twist like snakes. This appearance naturally couldn’t be called graceful and refined.

She thought for a moment and said: “The Divine Lord speaks reasonably. If I have a method to make the Divine Lord’s hair quiet down and return to black, would the Divine Lord be willing to take this wager with me?”

The howling violent wind suddenly stopped for an instant. He scrutinized her with suspicion and gloom: “Truly? You should know the consequences of deceiving me. I don’t care what descendant of the Zhuyin Clan you are—even if Imperial Lord Zhongshan came, I wouldn’t be afraid!”

Xuan Yi said indifferently: “Since the Divine Lord knows what’s what, why fear that I’ll deceive you? Will you wager or not? One sentence.”

Divine Lord Feilian glared at her fiercely for a long while. He had tried countless methods but could never return to his normal appearance from his youth. As a result, to this day, seeing he was almost becoming an old man, he still hadn’t been able to marry a wife and reproduce descendants. His hair was truly a painful matter in his heart, bringing him countless troubles and worries. His violent temper—more than half originated from it.

“Empty words carry no weight.” He walked forward a step. “First prove it to me.”

Xuan Yi smiled: “Very well. Divine Lord, don’t blink.”

From her slender, white fingertips surged masses of black mist. She kneaded them lightly as if kneading cotton, then blew them out in one breath. They fell in soft clumps onto Divine Lord Feilian’s dancing silver hair, disappearing like snowflakes.

Strangely, each time another mass of black mist fell, his silver hair would gray by one layer and also droop one inch. Until the black mist completely disappeared into his hair, Divine Lord Feilian grasped a strand of long hair with an expression both joyful and sad. After several hundred thousand years of absence, jet-black, smooth hair—it was as if a dream.

He stood dazed for a long while. Suddenly he raised his head, his gaze burning as he looked directly at Xuan Yi.

“What method is this?” His voice had actually become much gentler.

Xuan Yi said with a straight face: “This is the Darkness of Zhuyin, the deepest and darkest thing in all the four seas and eight wildernesses. Fortunately, the Divine Lord’s divine power is abundant and can support it. Does the Divine Lord believe me now?”

Divine Lord Feilian touched toward the other side of his hair. Suddenly his expression changed drastically, and he roared furiously: “This cunning little brat! You only fixed half the hair!”

He must look absolutely ridiculous right now—one side of his hair hanging jet-black behind his back, while the other side of hair danced bright silver-white in the air like snakes. She did it on purpose!

Xuan Yi smiled elegantly: “Divine Lord, can we begin now?”