Chapter 74 With a swift and decisive motion, he severed the sleeve of his robe.

The vines of the wood element and the viscous fluid of the water element vanished like smoke as its final head was severed.

“Ah, Your Highness Nine…”

With the danger now gone, the Saintess of Sunken Beauty suddenly let out a piercing scream. Her body, floating in midair, seemed to suffer a violent shock; she swayed unsteadily, unable to maintain her balance, and tumbled from the sky.

“Your Highness Nine, save me…”

She screamed again, and her body, as if drawn by some invisible force, drifted towards Nalan Di Jiu. Only after decisively severing the last head of the seven-headed eagle did Nalan Di Jiu finally glance up at her.

With her strength, a fall from such a height posed no threat at all. Nalan Di Jiu was utterly certain of this, feeling not the slightest worry. He stood motionless, making no effort to catch her or rush over to cradle her in his arms. In this world, aside from his little fairy, he refused intimacy with any other woman, would never perform a tender gesture.

Seeing Nalan Di Jiu’s indifference, the Saintess felt a pang of disappointment. Yet she continued to feign panic, her hands flailing desperately. To her surprise, her frantic grasping caught hold of Nalan Di Jiu’s sleeve.

She clung to it like a drowning soul grasping at a lifeline, refusing to let go. Like an octopus, she tried to climb up his sleeve, attempting to entwine his arms and nestle herself into his embrace.

Ah, Your Highness Nine, you always treat me, the Saintess of Sunken Beauty, with such cold detachment. I have always held myself in high regard, believing that one day you would, like all other men, pursue me ardently, seeking my affection.

But now, it seems your heart remains as steadfast as stone.

Yet I am running out of patience to wait any longer.

So, Your Highness Nine, I, the Saintess of Sunken Beauty, have cast aside my pride, my dignity, my reputation, and my lofty status to take the initiative—to throw myself into your arms, to entice you.

I only hope you might accept this moment of intimacy and, from now on, love me deeply and forever.

With these thoughts swirling in her mind, she gripped his sleeve tightly, refusing to release him. To conceal her intentions, she continued to feign panic, crying out, “The seven-headed eagle… how terrifying…”

Then she attempted to press her delicate face and soft body against Nalan Di Jiu.

Nalan Di Jiu, holding the Heaven-Shaking Sword, decisively swung it at his own sleeve.

There was a crisp sound of tearing fabric, followed by the Saintess’s panicked cry: “Your Highness Nine… save me…”

After severing the sleeve she clung to, Nalan Di Jiu finally breathed a sigh of relief. He had nearly allowed her to touch his skin; fortunately, he made the decision to draw his sword. Otherwise, he would have betrayed his little fairy.