Raising Beast Husbands with My Space — The Villainess Becomes a Beloved Favorite Chapter 538 - 534: Di Fu Yuan

His aura was so overwhelming that just a hint of it made the surrounding air grow heavy.

As he walked toward her step by step through the dim light and shadow, his clothes fluttered without wind, like raven feathers unfurling, bringing with them an unseeable force that seed to part the dense mist around him.

He walked extrely slowly, each step seeming not to quite touch the ground.

His footsteps made no sound, yet Su Muyao’s heartbeat quickened with each step he took.

As he drew closer, his silhouette beca more distinct—a solitary peak-like shoulder line, a neatly tapered waistline, and the black fabric outlined a smooth, powerful silhouette, yet with a kind of nonchalant allure, like a night rose—dangerous, but captivating.

Su Muyao seed to feel his presence, trying to pierce the light and shadow to see his true form.

It felt as if he were near, almost able to see his stark white jawline, sharp as if carved by a knife, the curve of his thin lips holding a faint smile; yet she could not clearly see his brows and eyes, could not clearly see his true appearance.

It was as if a layer of blurred light veiled his face, like looking through flowing water—impossible to discern clearly.

This feeling was bizarre and wondrous, as if he did not truly belong to this world, like a spectral illusion poised to vanish the next mont.

Only when he stood before her, did the astonishing aura slightly retract, transforming into a gentle presence enveloping her.

Su Muyao then realized he towered over her by a head, and she had to tilt her head slightly to et his gaze.

Those were exceptionally beautiful almond-shaped eyes, their pupils dark and deep as a cold lake.

But when he lowered his gaze to et hers, those eyes brimd with an inextinguishable gentle indulgence, infused with a soft glow.

Su Muyao was taken aback by his gaze.

The morning mist gradually dispersed around him; he lifted his hand, his well-defined fingers seed to want to touch her hair, but halted halfway, his deep and pleasing voice resonating by her ear with a hint of a long-separated reunion’s sigh: "Little girl, long ti no see."

His voice was so pleasant, laced with a soft chuckle.

Su Muyao’s pupils quivered, the words thundered in her head.

This affectionate and familiar address triggered a vague recollection, but she couldn’t imdiately recall where she’d heard it before.

She stared blankly at the man before her, clearly standing right there, seeing the intricate patterns on his black robe, yet his indistinct features and that strange but familiar feeling filled her with astonishnt and confusion.

"You..." Su Muyao opened her mouth, blinked and asked, "Do we know each other?"

Why did his tone seem like they were old acquaintances?

"And why can’t I see your face clearly?"

"Can I see clearly?"

The man’s lips curved into a deeper arc, the indulgence in his eyes nearly overflowing.

He did not answer, rely gazed at her silently, and after a while, he smiled and said, "This is a blinding technique, that’s why you can’t see my precise face, even if glimpsed, it won’t be rembered."

"My true appearance is reserved for my wife; if the girl now agrees to be my wife, I can let you see my face clearly."

These words resonated with a familiar feeling.

It was as if a mist inside Su Muyao’s mind dispersed, sothing on the verge of revelation.

It felt like a needle imbued with spiritual power suddenly pierced into Su Muyao’s mory, the next second, a flood of locked mories surged forward.

Her eyelashes shuddered fiercely, her pupils contracted, "You... are you the Sword Spirit?"

"But, but that’s not right."

"How can you be the legendary Dragon Beastman?"

Now Su Muyao rembered, she recalled i Qingchen once had a sword, which an Evil Thought Soul threw into Death Valley along the Exile Road.

Death Valley was also an exceedingly mysterious place on the Mortal Beast Continent, where no living being could survive.

When she traveled through and awoke again, i Qingchen was not in the Beiluo Tribe; later, when he returned, he was hostile toward her.

She then found out he had jumped into Death Valley to retrieve that sword during those days.

Though he retrieved the sword, sohow a Sword Spirit also erged within it.

The Sword Spirit, though mysterious, protected her.

When i Qingchen was hostile toward her, the Sword Spirit shielded her, even spoke for her, making i Qingchen quite helpless.

Of course, it was because when she helped i Qingchen purify the sword, she entered the Sword Spirit’s world and saw him under a peach blossom tree.

Only, then he too wore a mask, and though she was curious to remove it, he said his face was for his wife alone.

He wanted her to be his wife, and she quickly fled then.

Later i Qingchen returned to his clan to awaken, and the Sword Spirit seed to have left.

She hadn’t seen him in all this ti or heard anything.

Oh, by the way, back in Death Valley, it seed i Qingchen only escaped safely because of the Sword Spirit.

Realizing this, she gazed incredulously at the man before her, forgetting even to steady her breath, her expression turning both astonished and delighted.

"I thought the little girl forgot ,"

he spoke, bending slightly, gently patting her hair, neatening the strands tousled by the wind, asking softly, "Happy to see ?"

Su Muyao nodded, "Yes, I didn’t know where you went."

Later, unable to hear news, she worried but couldn’t inquire, so it faded into long-sealed mories.

"Are you alright?"

He sighed softly, "Alas, not well."

"Missing the little girl dearly in your absence."

Looking down at her, those almond-shaped eyes naturally conveyed emotion, paired with such words, captivating Su Muyao’s spirit.

Su Muyao knew that even as a Sword Spirit, he easily enchanted hearts, so she steadied her mind, avoided his eyes, "Why did I see you in a painting? Are you called Di Fu Yuan? How are you a Dragon Beastman?"

Su Muyao’s heart brimd with questions; she rembered the painting’s corner bore the na Di Fu Yuan.

Di Fu Yuan chuckled softly, "Little girl has so many questions, where should I start."

"My na indeed is Di Fu Yuan, the girl can call Di, I like that nickna."

Su Muyao tweaked the corners of her mouth at his words.

However, the next mont, Di Fu Yuan continued earnestly, "But the girl guessed correctly; I am indeed a Dragon Beastman."

"In the painting is a trace of my Divine Sense, which naturally carries the Dragon Clan’s prestige, intolerable to most, leaving the viewer discomforted and unable to perceive the painting’s mysteries."

"But you, little girl, are different; I won’t harm you, so by fate, you entered the painting’s world, seeing my true form."