System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

Chen Xuan casually stroked the rim of his cup with his fingertips, and before the smile in his eyes had faded, he suddenly felt a cold gaze sweep over him.

He turned his head and met Xia Jiuyou's gaze from behind the table diagonally opposite him. Her pupils contracted slightly, she snorted coldly and quickly looked away, then picked up the wine jar and drank it down in a frenzy. The fine wine slid down the corner of her lips and soaked her clothes, but she didn't even notice.

After finishing the jar of immortal wine, Xia Jiuyou slowly stood up, his gaze passing over the crowd to Qingxia on the chairman's seat, his lips moving slightly.

A knowing glint flashed in Qingxia's eyes, and she nodded slightly.

Everyone in the arena was so engrossed in the fierce battle between Lu Xueqi and Huang Quan that no one noticed the lonely figure. She transformed into a streak of azure light and swooped down towards the mountains below the immortal mountain, as if she were trying to escape the bustling scene.

Chen Xuan scanned her with his divine sense and saw that she had landed in a secluded valley. Her personal immortal abode suddenly unfolded, transforming into a white jade pavilion. She flashed inside and disappeared without a trace.

"You're quite good at dodging." Chen Xuan chuckled. With a thought, his signature white hair turned as black as ink, and at the same time, an invisible breeze quietly left his body, drifting away in the direction Xia Jiuyou had gone.

Such subtle movements went unnoticed by anyone except Qingxia, who was in charge of the small world—Qingxia gazed in the direction of the secluded valley, a faint smile playing on her lips, and gently shook her head.

"Husband, your hair..." Qiu Zixian had just turned her gaze away from the battle when she saw this and couldn't help but ask curiously. She and Lu Xueqi hadn't seen Chen Xuan's second primordial spirit, so they found the change in hair color quite novel.

Chen Xuan's second primordial spirit merely smiled faintly, picked up a peanut with his fingertip and tossed it into his mouth: "Just bored, so I'm changing the color."

Qiu Zixian didn't suspect anything, nodded, and turned her attention back to the arena, where Lu Xueqi and Huang Quan's fierce battle was at a critical moment.

Meanwhile, in a secluded valley within the fairy mountain miniature world.

The mountains are dark green, and a long river like a jade belt winds around them. Amidst the swirling clouds and mist, a white jade fairy palace stands quietly, which is Xia Jiuyou's personal cave.

As the breeze subsided, Chen Xuan's true form appeared, his black robe accentuating his tall and straight figure. He walked slowly to the gate of the mansion and knocked on the door knocker with his finger.

"Boom-thump-thump-"

The mansion was deathly silent; no one answered.

"Dong—dong—dong—" Chen Xuan knocked again, the sound penetrating the immortal mansion's magic array and reaching Xia Jiuyou, who was lying on the table weeping.

"Will you only open the door if I swear an oath to Heaven?"

These words struck Xia Jiuyou like a thunderclap. She trembled and looked up abruptly, her reddened eyes filled with humiliation and anger.

She choked back tears and screamed, "Chen Xuan, you've gone too far! I've lost all face today, and you still want to come here personally to humiliate me?"

Before the words were even finished, the mansion gates clicked open, the magic array automatically dissipated, and the two white jade doors slowly opened.

Chen Xuan strolled in. The mansion was elegantly and quietly furnished, with white jade steps, green bamboo winding around the corridor, and a small incense burner on the table emitting wisps of smoke with cloud patterns. The air was filled with a faint fragrance of orchids and ink, which was quite unlike the cave dwelling of a cultivator from the Nine Nether Holy Land, but rather had the elegance of a scholarly family.

Xia Jiuyou was lying on the edge of the table, her eyes red and swollen like peaches, tears still dripping down her chin, splashing onto the brocade tablecloth and leaving a small wet stain.

When Chen Xuan entered, her eyes were filled with a complex mix of emotions—anger, resentment, shame and indignation at defeat, and an unconcealable fear.

"Chen Xuan, don't go too far! Even a rabbit will bite when cornered!" She said fiercely as she shrank back, but her voice was trembling with tears and didn't have much of an intimidating effect.

But no matter how harsh the words, they cannot withstand the constraints of the oath made in accordance with the will of Heaven.

The vow the two had made during their bet still lingered in their minds: if Chen Xuan lost, he would be her slave for ten thousand years; if she lost, she would have to unconditionally obey all his commands for a hundred years.

"Seal your cultivation first. You can't speak properly in this state." Chen Xuan walked up to her, his voice calm and indifferent.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Jiuyou's pupils shrank suddenly, and his hands involuntarily formed hand seals. A flash of light appeared at his fingertips, and all his powerful immortal energy was sealed deep in his dantian.

Without the support of magical power, Xia Jiuyou, who was not originally a god or demon who had undergone body tempering, now only had a slight residual power from her body tempering, making her almost indistinguishable from an ordinary woman.

Strength is the foundation of a cultivator's confidence, but now that she has lost all confidence, she feels a chill run through her body and even her fingertips are trembling as she faces this "enemy".

"You... Chen Xuan, you..." Her face was ashen, and before she could finish speaking, she saw Chen Xuan's lips curl into a half-smile as he slowly leaned down.

She hurriedly reached out to push him, but when her palm touched his chest, it was like pushing a stubborn rock; he wouldn't budge an inch.

The next moment, her body felt light as he lifted her up by the waist—again, this humiliating horizontal embrace!

"Put me down! You bastard! Chen Xuan, you bastard!" She trembled with anger, her pink fists pounding his chest incessantly. As she struggled, her black hair became disheveled, brushing against his neck, carrying a faint fragrance.

Recalling her arrogant and domineering manner, which made him feel like a slave, Chen Xuan felt a surge of anger. He raised his hand and ripped off her face veil and outer feather robe, revealing the moon-white lining underneath.

He carried her to the table and sat down, placing her across his lap. He looked down into her humiliated eyes, his voice laced with mockery and coldness: "Weren't you quite arrogant in the square just now? Didn't you say you wanted me to be your slave for ten thousand years?"

Xia Jiuyou's face turned pale and then flushed, tears streaming down her face, landing on his cold wrist.

She glared at him, filled with anger and shame, but couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal—the loser is an outlaw, and vows are as solid as mountains; no matter how unwilling she was, she couldn't change the outcome.

After holding it in for a long time, she finally managed to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth, her voice trembling with tears yet still defiant: "You...kill me if you want, I, Xia Jiuyou, will never be humiliated!"