Fang Xian soared through the air, leaving Chen Tang Pass, and instantly arrived above the East China Sea.
Looking at the churning sea below, he suddenly felt playful.
Since he was here to "visit" the Dragon Palace, he might as well change his appearance and tease them a bit.
With a flick of his finger, a flash of spiritual light enveloped him, and he transformed into a dragon.
He had purplish-blue hair, and small blue dragon horns sprouted from either side of his head.
He felt that a simple dragon appearance wasn't enough, so he thought of Nezha's ugly appearance to annoy them.
Therefore, his makeup included purple eyeshadow, large and bright eyes, and a mouth full of sharp teeth.
Two playful strands of hair hung down beneath the dragon horns, the edges of the scales were tinged with Nezha's signature red, and even his dragon eyes possessed a youthful liveliness, resembling a dragon while retaining Nezha's vibrant energy.
Wearing silver-gray leather clothing with metallic embellishments, he was perfect.
Dressed in this manner, he plunged into the sea and leisurely swam towards the Dragon Palace.
The shrimp soldiers and crab generals along the way merely glanced at him, assuming he was some junior member of the dragon clan, and paid him no further attention.
Fang Xian took the opportunity to wander leisurely deep within the Dragon Palace, bypassing the patrol routes of the guards. Before long, he arrived at a magnificent palace.
After walking a few steps, he saw a stunningly beautiful woman standing beside a coral reef.
She had flowing, ice-blue hair, cascading freely around her sides like seaweed, interspersed with a few strands of almost transparent light blue.
Several sharp yet delicate blue dragon horns sprouted from her head, adding a touch of wild allure to her appearance.
Her eyes were a vibrant red, and when they moved, they held both the coldness of a dragon's offspring and a captivating charm.
She wore a form-fitting, ice-blue, scale-patterned garment, the material so sheer it seemed to accentuate her exquisite curves.
Long, scale-like ornaments covered her arms, creating a striking contrast with her smooth skin, making her even more alluring.
The lower garment flowed like water, lightly draped around her legs, revealing glimpses of her skin's sheen.
Her posture was languid yet powerfully expressive; every line exuded the sensuality of a mature woman, like a bewitching enchantress born from the depths of the icy sea, cold and captivating.
Under the "Eye of Insight," Fang Xian learned that the woman's name was
—Ao Run.
Ao Run was applying makeup to a water mirror embedded in coral. The eyebrow pencil at her fingertips was made of squid ink mixed with pearl powder, the blended lines delicate and crisp.
Hearing footsteps, she didn't even lift her eyelids, only asking in a languid, mature voice:
"Which family's junior are you? What are you doing here?"
Fang Xian deliberately straightened his back, mimicking the awkwardness of a young dragon, and scratched his head.
"Auntie, my name is Ao Zha."
Ao Run then turned her face, her gaze sweeping over his silver-scaled, red-trimmed robes, a slight smile playing on her lips, her tone teasing.
"Ao Zha? He's not exactly handsome... not quite like the refined features of our dragon race, a bit ugly."
Fang Xian feigned embarrassment, but his eyes deliberately lingered on her.
"I've long heard that Aunt Ao Run of the West Sea is beautiful, the most beautiful woman among the four seas' dragon clans. I came here today specifically to see, and indeed, the reputation is well-deserved."
As soon as she finished speaking, the coldness in Ao Run's eyes softened slightly. She put down her eyebrow pencil, her fingertips lightly tracing the edge of the water mirror, a charming smile blooming on her mature and aloof face.
The curve of her lips was just right, her eyes slightly upturned, neither deliberate nor artificial, yet alluring.
"You little rascal, you may be a bit ugly, but you've got a sweet tongue."
She rose and walked to Fang Xian, her deep blue scale-patterned robe swaying gently with her movement, carrying a faint scent of the sea.
"Stop beating around the bush, just tell me, what do you want with Auntie?"
Fang Xian deliberately scratched his head, feigning shyness, and smiled, saying,
"As expected, nothing escapes Auntie's notice."
"I... I'm naturally ugly, and I've never been in a relationship. Now that I'm an adult, I'd like to ask Auntie to help me find someone I like."
Ao Run put down her eyebrow-drawing hand, turned around, and looked him up and down. A charming smile curved her mature face, her tone slightly teasing.
"You little rascal, quite interesting. Not much to look at, but you've got guts."
"Tell me, what kind do you like? Auntie will keep an eye out for you."
Fang Xian's eyes flickered, deliberately focusing on her features, his tone carrying a touch of "youthful bluntness."
"I like someone like you, Auntie, beautiful and capable, just looking at you makes me feel safe."
Ao Run raised an eyebrow, crossed her arms, and a playful glint appeared in her eyes.
"Oh? You dare to make a move on Auntie? Do you think Auntie would even look at you?"
Fang Xian ignored her teasing, his tone suddenly turning serious.
"If I can help Auntie break free of her shackles, allowing you to leave the East Sea and regain your freedom, how about Auntie spends the night with me?"
These words instantly froze Ao Run's smile, her eyes filled with astonishment.
She had been trapped in the East Sea for hundreds of years, and leaving had long been a pipe dream.
But this young man looked to be only in his early twenties, and didn't seem like someone capable of breaking the spell.
"You...you have that ability?"
"If Auntie is willing to trust me, I'm 99% confident."
Fang Xian's tone was firm, offering no further explanation, only staring into her eyes.
"Just tell me, do you agree or not?"
Looking at the seriousness in his eyes, and recalling her hundreds of years of imprisonment, the inner struggle was quickly overcome by longing.
She rekindled that cold, alluring smile, her tone laced with a lazy indulgence.
"You're such a little devil."
"Alright, if you really can set me free, not just for one night, but for ten, a hundred nights, Auntie will do it all."
Fang Xian immediately feigned "surprise," deliberately winking and grinning, revealing two rows of slightly sharp teeth.
His expression was undeniably ugly, yet it exuded a youthful cunning.
"Then I'll take it seriously, Auntie can't back out!"
Ao Run looked at him, still feeling a little uneasy.
Spending a night with this "ugly boy," even kissing felt forced.
But the thought of freedom made her suppress her discomfort and nod:
"No backing out, go ahead and try."
"Thank you, Auntie!"
Fang Xian immediately agreed, a hint of triumph subtly hidden in his fake smile.
He deliberately made a simple hand seal, muttering incantations, and then wiped nonexistent sweat from his forehead, revealing an innocent smile.
"Alright, Auntie, you're free now."
"Huh?"
Ao Run was completely stunned, staring at her hands for a long while before subconsciously circulating her spiritual power.
The forbidden seal that had bound her for centuries, preventing her from escaping, had truly vanished without a trace!
She shook her arm in disbelief, then tried to mobilize the power of the dragon race; it flowed freely.
"You…you really did it? Who exactly are you?"
Ao Run's voice trembled slightly, her eyes filled with shock as she looked at Fang Xian.
Fang Xian maintained his "childlike" demeanor, tilting his head slightly.
"They all call me the reincarnation of a demon child, so I have great power and can help Auntie break the seal."
Hearing "reincarnation of a demon child," and seeing his innocent face, Ao Run's shock gradually turned into ecstasy. She couldn't help but clench her fists, her eyes slightly reddening.
"I'm really free… finally free!"
Seeing this, Fang Xian immediately stepped forward and hugged her tightly, his voice filled with the eagerness of a young man.
"Auntie, you're free! Then you can't go back on your word. One night, ten nights, a hundred nights, you have to be with me. From now on, you're my woman!"
Ao Run stiffened in his hug, looking down at the "ugly face" so close to hers. She instinctively turned her face away, a hint of hesitation in her eyes.
"This…"