As the maid's foot was about to kick the little white dog, the maid sensed a sharp aura emanating from the dog's body, which involuntarily slowed her down.
"What are you doing!"
Just then, the usually sleeping female lord suddenly stood up, pushing the maid to the ground with a palm strike. The kick ultimately did not land on the little white dog.
The maid looked up and saw "Ling Xue" with an angry expression. She only dared to glance once before hastily lowering her head to explain:
"My lady, I merely saw it intrude and drape such a dirty blanket over you, so I wanted to drive it out."
As the maid spoke, the little white dog looked at the dirt and grass roots on the blanket, then drooped its head in dejection.
"What? Is the blanket too dirty for you to bear?
Then what if I freeze to death? Will you accompany me to the grave?" the female lord said sternly, silencing the maids on the ground.
Several maids knew that with the Qingqiu female lord's profound spiritual power, she was not afraid of a little chill, let alone freezing to death.
It was only this seemingly fragile little white dog that required a suitable temperature to survive.
However, precisely because of the Qingqiu female lord's profound spiritual power and her unrivaled status in Qingqiu, none of the maids dared to utter a word.
"It was my oversight," the maid who had tried to kick the little white dog immediately kowtowed to beg forgiveness.
"What? You don't want to accompany me to the grave?"
Ling Xue eyed the servant girl, as if the girl's slightest wrong word would cost her life.
Immortals across the Four Seas and Eight Desolations knew that the Qingqiu female lord was not an easy immortal to deal with.
"No, my lady, your servant did not mean that."
The maid repeatedly kowtowed, each thud louder than the last. Seeing this, the other maids immediately pressed their foreheads to the ground, not daring to lift them for a long time.
After kowtowing more than ten times, the maid's fear overshadowed the pain in her forehead. In this short period, she felt as if she had visited hell.
In the end, "Ling Xue" did not speak. Instead, the little white dog stood in front of the maid and let out a low growl at "Ling Xue."
Seeing this, "Ling Xue" raised an eyebrow. "What? You still want to help her when she bullied you?"
As "Ling Xue" finished speaking, the little white dog first shook its head, then nodded.
"Do you just like being bullied? Do you treat anyone who kicks you kindly?" "Ling Xue" frowned.
"Ling Xue's" voice was unhurried, as if she paid no attention to the rapid sound of kowtowing or the thickening scent of blood in the air.
Hearing "Ling Xue" say this, the little white dog immediately shook its head, then quickly ran outside the pavilion and brought the largest and most beautiful pink flower to "Ling Xue."
"Ling Xue" didn't pay much attention to the flower, only staring intently at the wagging tail in front of her.
"Alright," "Ling Xue" said, leaning down to stroke the little white dog's chin. She then waved her hand, and the maids, as if granted a great pardon, pulled the still kowtowing maid away.
After that, the maids around the Qingqiu female lord noticed that their lady's attitude towards the little white dog had changed significantly.
Although her expression remained as cold as ever, the decisive female lord now walked at a much slower pace.
The maids who were frequently by the female lord's side also noticed that their lady's gaze often fell upon the little white dog.
She remembered one time when the little white dog had gone missing. No one in Qingqiu had seen it all day.
The female lord, who seemed oblivious to the beauty of the scenery, even stayed in a pavilion on the road, admiring flowers until midnight, neglecting her daily official duties.
The next morning, the little white dog reappeared in Qingqiu. The sensible maids pretended to whisper discreetly near "Ling Xue."
A moment later, the little white dog was confined by the female lord.
***
That night, the moon in the Ninth Heaven shone as brightly as usual, but a surge of abnormal spiritual energy flowed through the peach grove.
In her room, Zhaoxue closed her eyes. A book's shadow hovered in the air before her, and her hands moved in coordination, creating a rapidly changing, colorful halo of light between them.
Time ticked by, and after an unknown period, Zhaoxue opened her eyes. Moving like a ghost, she instantly appeared before the Imperial Daughter's Palace.
Zhaoxue's speed was extreme, yet she did not stir a single breeze.
Zhaoxue gazed at the Imperial Daughter's Palace before her, then began to circulate her spiritual power, silently chanting incantations.
Unbeknownst to them, Zhaoxue's spiritual power had invisibly permeated and encircled the entire Imperial Daughter's Palace.
A few sharp-witted divine soldiers sensed something. They looked up but saw nothing amiss, so they returned to their games or their posts, quickly casting aside their unease.
Zhaoxue entered the Imperial Daughter's Palace alone. Moving with her spectral speed, she headed directly for Zhu Xu's room.
Wherever Zhaoxue passed, there was no blood or screams; instead, divine soldiers of the Ninth Heaven fell, one after another.
And these divine soldiers closed their eyes, appearing to be asleep, yet their faces displayed a myriad of expressions.
Some wept uncontrollably, while others laughed until they gasped for breath.
This scene, if witnessed during the Immortal-Demon War ten thousand years ago, would have been familiar to all immortals and demons.
This was the "Demonic Eye," one of the Demon Lord's most potent techniques.
It could immerse all living beings in their most terrifying and desired dreams.
Regardless of the dream, it was ultimately a reflection of their inner demons.
Therefore, the Demon Lord would say that the Demonic Eye harmed no divine soldiers; it merely helped these self-righteous divine generals to confront their inner demons.
It allowed them to see that if they couldn't even protect their own hearts, how could they uphold justice.
...
"Bilian, do you think this sachet is too plain? What else can I add to it?"
At this moment, within the Imperial Daughter's Palace, Zhu Xu was staring at the embroidered sachet in her hands, lost in thought. She had lost interest in earthly food for two consecutive days.