Deep within an Asian forest stood a grand palace. Inside, a beautiful purple-haired girl glared at the banquet gown with disgust.

"What bullshit banquet! I don’t want to go! Just thinking about those disgusting creatures called men—maggots who think with their dicks—I’m about to lose it!" Nan Ling spat.

"Miss! This banquet is for your matchmaking. All attendees are outstanding talents from the Nan Jun Clan branches. Master wants you to dress carefully and make a good impression!" a maid beside her pleaded.

"For those single-celled animals obsessed with mating? Disgusting! I might get pregnant! I’d rather die than go!" Nan Ling grimaced as if she’d swallowed something bitter.

"But… Miss, if you don’t go, we maids will be punished! As commoners, losing this job means we won’t survive!" the maid begged.

Seeing the maid’s pitiful expression, Nan Ling sighed. "Fine! I’ll go, I’ll go, alright!" Without looking, she grabbed a dress and put it on.

After dressing, Nan Ling entered the hall. The moment she stepped inside, silence fell.

Nan Ling now looked like a celestial fairy. Her long purple hair, faintly glowing with violet light, flowed freely over her shoulders. Her delicate oval face had skin whiter than snow, features like a painting. Her violet eyes, inhumanly beautiful, shimmered with starlight—dazzling yet cold as ice. She exuded an aura that could enchant the world: serene as the moon, alluring as a demon. Paired with her unique white dress, she seemed otherworldly. Truly magnificent!

At that moment, the maggots called men erupted in chaos.

"Goddess! We meet again! I want to have your babies!"

"A woman like this—I’d give up the world for her!"

"I’m talking to her! I can’t hold back!"

"I should be first—I’m better looking!"

"Damn! I’m stronger!"

"Try me! I’ll crush you!" The two stormed out, and no one dared approach her.

Watching these hormone-ridden male maggots, Nan Ling’s patience snapped. Ignoring everyone’s astonishment, she left the hall.

A man in blood-red clothes, with flowing black hair and delicate features, watched silently. He sighed to the old man beside him, "Another failure! This is the sixth time. At this rate, I fear she’ll never marry."

"Haha! My son, the Baron, don’t worry. Our granddaughter has immense talent—marriage isn’t necessary! With her personality, she’ll never fancy any man. She might become the… no! That traitor Luo Jilinilai is already first, but she’s a true heroine!" the old man said happily.

"Sigh! I guess it has to be this way." Baron Nan also doubted Nan Ling would ever like another man. Unless? No unless.

Nan Ling ran to her room and opened a book titled "Ancient History of the Bloodline." As she read, she grew drowsy, dozed off, then climbed onto her huge, luxurious bed.

The "Ancient History of the Bloodline" remained open. The page it lay on held the basic information about the Sacred Eye.