The cat demon defies the heavens and is the emperor’s only beloved disciple!

A female monk in a goose yellow dress quickly stood up from her seat.

Her expression was filled with excitement and anticipation as she shouted, "Emperor, I..."

Before she finished speaking, she gracefully raised her hand, instantly attracting the attention of all the monks in the audience.

She flashed like a light swallow and instantly arrived at the center of the stage.

She bowed deeply to the lofty Yun Che, her voice clear and pleasant: "Disciple Qingqiu, I wish the Emperor a happy new year, longevity and good health."

After she finished speaking, she waved her slender fingers lightly, and an exquisite brocade box appeared out of thin air in her hand.

She carefully opened the brocade box and saw a pill emitting a faint glow inside.

She slowly explained, "Emperor, this is the elixir I refined. Please accept it."

Qingqiu bowed again and presented the brocade box with both hands, his eyes full of anticipation.

However, Yun Che on the high platform simply rested his chin on his right hand, thinking calmly.

Then, he gently waved his hand, directly refused, and said coldly: "What I lack the most is elixirs,

If this monk has no other talents to perform, please withdraw."

When Qingqiu heard this, a hint of disappointment flashed across her face, but she still suppressed her reluctance, bowed again, then turned around and left with a bit of loneliness.

A moment later, a female monk in a purple long dress and a white veil as thin as a cicada's wing slowly walked into the venue.

Her steps were light and graceful, and every step seemed to be on the clouds. Wherever she passed, flowers bloomed and were dazzling.

The monks' eyes were involuntarily attracted to this mysterious woman. They stared with bated breath, not daring to make any sound for fear of disturbing this extraordinary beauty.

She walked step by step to the center of the stage. Her calmness and confidence made her seem like the focus of the entire venue.

She stood there, her hands lightly crossed over her chest, bowed slightly to Yun Che, who was sitting on the high platform, and said in a soft but firm voice, "Si Yao, thank you for your humble performance."

Yun Che nodded slightly, a barely perceptible flicker of admiration in his eyes as a response.

Seeing this, Shuang Yue, who was standing by, immediately bent over to refill the tea. She whispered softly, "Emperor, sipping tea while appreciating this dance will surely be a unique experience."

Yun Che picked up the teacup and shook the clear tea in it, but he was not in a hurry to drink it.

His eyes were always fixed on Si Yao in the center of the stage, as if he was thinking about something.

At this time, Si Yao in the center of the stage had already started her dance.

Her dancing moves are like flowing clouds and water, every movement is just right, full of strength and grace.

The group of male monks below were fascinated by the dance and praised it in admiration: "What a beautiful dance!

It is truly a dance that only exists in heaven, rarely heard in the human world!"

"Yeah, I wonder if the Emperor will be moved by her?" someone whispered.

However, Yun Che on the high platform only took a few sips of tea before gently placing the cup on the table. He held his forehead in thought, as if he was not as enthusiastic about the dance as everyone else.

He seemed to have more profound considerations in his mind.

Chen Xuan, who was sitting next to Yun Che, saw Yun Che's appearance and gently patted his shoulder, asking with concern: "Yun Che, are you feeling unwell?

Such a beautiful dance and beauty, and you are not interested?"

Upon hearing this, Yun Che raised his head and glanced sideways, gently shaking his head. A playful smile curled up the corner of his mouth, and he said, "Brother Chenxuan, what do you think of this Miss Si Yao?"

Chen Xuan smiled slightly, looked at Si Yao with deep eyes, and said slowly: "Well, this girl is really good.

Whether it's talent or character, they are both top-notch."

Upon hearing this, Yun Che's eyes flashed with cunning, and he jokingly said, "Then why don't you just accept her as your personal disciple? Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Chen Xuan was slightly stunned when he heard this, then he laughed and said, "Let me think about it again."

Seeing this, Yun Che curled up his lips into a playful smile and said, "Considering it? Haha, then you're interested in taking it."

Chen Xuan held his long beard with one hand, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, deliberately teasing Yun Che and said: "How about, Yun Che, you explore the past of this Miss Si Yao and see if there are any interesting stories."

Yun Che quickly waved his hand to refuse, saying with a look of disdain, "It's up to you to find someone you like."

Chen Xuan was not angry when he heard this. Instead, he looked gently at Si Yao in the center of the stage.

She was seen dancing lightly with her waist, like a fairy descending to earth. The white veil on her face fluttered gently in the wind, revealing her beautiful face.

Chen Xuan accidentally caught a glimpse of her beauty and was moved.

At this moment, Si Yao's body rose into the air again, spinning in the sky like falling petals.

At the same time, petals slowly fell from the sky, dancing with her, which was beautiful beyond words.

After the dance, Si Yao stood lightly in the center of the stage like an elegant purple butterfly.

She was dressed in a radiant purple dress, the sleeves of which fluttered gently in the wind, as if dancing with the air around her.

The wind blew up the white veil on her face, revealing her delicate and picturesque face.

She glanced slightly towards the platform, crossed her hands lightly in front of her, her movements elegant and humble, and bowed slightly, as if thanking everyone.

At the same time, Chen Xuan turned his head and saw Yun Che sitting on the throne like a statue.

He crossed his hands between his knees, his eyes were closed, his face was as calm as water, and a faint golden light surrounded his body. It was obvious that he had been in meditation for a long time.

Chen Xuan gently patted Yun Che's shoulder and shouted, "Yun Che, reward me with spirit stones!"

However, Yun Che did not open his eyes, but simply said calmly: "Where would I get so many spirit stones? You can spend them yourself."

Chen Xuan shook his head helplessly, a barely perceptible wry smile on his lips. He then shouted to the crowd below, "Servant, grant me a spirit stone!"

Before he finished speaking, a servant quickly stood up from the table below.

He was carrying an exquisite tray covered tightly with a bright red cloth and strode towards the center of the stage.

He walked up to Si Yao, bowed, and his voice was filled with respect and congratulations: "Congratulations, cultivator, for obtaining a piece of Golden Spirit Stone.

This spirit stone is worth one thousand taels, so please keep it safe."

Upon hearing this, Si Yao's face lit up with joy. She gracefully stretched out her slender hands and gently lifted the red cloth. Suddenly, a plate of glittering golden spirit stones came into view. The cultivators below all looked at her with envy and longing.

Si Yao picked up a spirit stone from it with smooth and natural movements, and then put it into her sleeve, as if all this was so natural.

Then, she bowed slightly and said gratefully, "Thank you for your help, my servant."

The attendant nodded slightly in response, then turned and left.

Si Yao faced the platform, knelt on both knees, kowtowed devoutly, and said softly, "Thank you, Sect Master, for the reward."

Hearing this, Chen Xuan slowly stood up and looked up at Si Yao, who also stood up gracefully.

There seemed to be an indescribable tacit understanding between the two.

Seeing this, the monks in the audience began to discuss: "This emperor is actually not interested in the beauty's dance at all.

Look at him, he can actually practice with his eyes closed."

"Otherwise, how could he become the Supreme Emperor? The Supreme Emperor is naturally firm in his heart and will not be moved by external things."

"Indeed, I wonder who will be the next to take the stage, and who will win the Emperor's smile in the end?"

"Shut up, all you do is talk. Why don't you go on stage and perform?"

Mu Qing, who was sitting nearby, became annoyed as she listened to the gossip of these cultivators. She stood up suddenly and scolded them.

Mu Shaoxuan beside her looked calm and composed.

He chuckled and teased: "Mu Qing, you are really a fire phoenix.

With such a hot temper, who will conquer you in the end?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Qing sat down again and snorted coldly: "No one can conquer me!"