The sound of girls shrieking filled the air. Both sides of the hall were lined with excited students, creating a clear path in the middle. Three princes, each carrying their own glow-emitting devices, walked toward Ning Shu's classroom, reminiscent of stars revolving around the moon. The atmosphere was electric with the girls' enthusiastic shouts.
Ning Shu's gaze focused on the prince at the forefront. He was tall and wore a cold expression, yet beneath that chill was an immaturity that gave him a rebellious air. He appeared noble and aloof, while also exuding an undeniable haughtiness.
Ning Shu felt her heart racing, her face flushing. She quickly reminded herself that this reaction was merely the body's response, nothing more.
An Rong, who had been throwing her weight around just moments ago, transformed into a sweet girl upon seeing the three princes. The domineering aura around her vanished as if she were an entirely different person.
The other girls, too, blushed at the sight. No matter their preferences—be it aloof, passionate, or elegant—all types were represented among the princes.
A bitter thought surfaced in Ning Shu's mind: They're all vixens, these damned vixens!
Lines of frustration appeared on Ning Shu's forehead. How much did the original host admire Leng Ao? Even when sacrificing her own well-being for a better life, she couldn't help but save Leng Ao from Ling Xue's allure.
"Prince Leng, you're here for Ling Xue, right? She's in the classroom! I'll go get her!" An Rong exclaimed excitedly, rushing into the classroom to fetch Ling Xue.
It was worth mentioning that the original host was classmates with Ling Xue. What a cruel twist of fate.
Ling Xue was already aware of the commotion outside. The thought of stepping out to interact with ordinary people irritated her, yet she reminded herself that these young admirers could help her navigate small obstacles.
Their influence could grant her a comfortable life at school. Just a word from Prince Leng would suffice; it was easier than pie to make things difficult for someone.
Eventually, Ling Xue set aside her annoyance. The princes adored her, and although she was a cultivator, she was still a woman—one even more vain than most.
With a smile, Ling Xue walked out of the classroom, flipping her hair back. At that moment, she seemed to radiate charm, enchanting everyone around her as if sweet-scented flowers were falling from the sky.
When Ning Shu saw Ling Xue, she couldn't help but admire her. Indeed, Ling Xue was a breathtaking beauty. Her features were exquisite and noble, yet strangely approachable, inviting closeness.
Ning Shu felt an instinctive urge to draw nearer to Ling Xue, as if she were someone familiar, someone cherished.
Internally, Ning Shu was shocked. What was happening? The main character halo was far more potent than she had anticipated! After some contemplation, she surmised it was likely due to Ling Xue's spiritual energy.
As a cultivator, Ling Xue absorbed the world's spiritual energy, which inherently attracted others. Human bodies instinctively craved this energy, explaining their desire to be close to her.
Ning Shu's thoughts then shifted to the original host. Her overwhelming love for Leng Ao had effectively blocked the allure of Ling Xue's main character halo and her body's yearning for spiritual energy.
Ling Xue basked in the captivated expressions around her—even the usually cool-tempered Leng Ao seemed momentarily stunned. She felt a rush of satisfaction; the spiritual energy she had invested to transform this body was not wasted.
In her previous life, women faced significant challenges in the cultivation world. Few female cultivators reached the top through their own strength; most relied on men and became mere vessels. Yet now, these men were utterly captivated by her charm, unable to look away.