Borrow Your Cause, Return Your Effect

The moment Lv Yingxin's figure was fully revealed from the halo of the barrier, all the bowed heads lowered even further.

This is her majesty in Foreign Lands.

"Your His Highness."

"Your subordinate has come to pick you up."

The silence was broken by a clear, melodious female voice.

A woman dressed in a dark green dress stepped forward from the crowd and bowed respectfully.

Behind her, a dazzlingly luxurious carriage stood quietly at a stop.

Although it's called a carriage, it's actually more like a delicate, mobile palace pavilion.

The entire piece appears to be carved from some kind of warm, lustrous jade and gilded openwork, with shimmering, iridescent silk gauze hanging down on all four sides, creating a hazy, indistinct effect. Only a single, exquisitely beautiful silhouette can be glimpsed, making it appear even more unapproachable, mysterious, and noble.

Lv Yingxin walking without stopping, seemingly unaware of the Alien Race prostrating themselves on the ground, and went straight to the carriage.

Wherever they went, the prostrate figures lowered their heads even further, as if holding their breath for fear of disturbing them.

After stepping into the light gauze, she gracefully took her seat.

A delicate fragrance and warmth instantly enveloped them, isolating them from the bleak and cold atmosphere of the outside world.

"What I want." Her voice came through the light gauze, cool and indifferent, devoid of any warmth or human touch.

"Please His Highness a look, Your Highness." The maid quickly presented a palm-sized jade box, which contained rare Divine Soul- nourishing supplements that were enough to cause a bloodbath in the outside world.

Lv Yingxin glanced over and nodded slightly.

The maid immediately closed the treasure box and respectfully placed it on the small table beside her.

Although losing two of his three souls did not affect his strength, the feeling of emptiness and loss was extremely unpleasant.

During this period, one must continue to consume nourishing heavenly materials and earthly treasures to strengthen the Divine Soul until fully adapted.

The chariot started silently, pulled by eight strange beasts resembling Qilin with flames under their feet, and smoothly ascended into the air, heading towards the Foreign Lands.

Below, the sounds of respectful farewell rose like a tidal wave, uniform and filled with fervent worship:

"Respectfully seeing off Your His Highness!"

"Congratulations, Your His Highness, on successfully infiltrating the Human Race and bringing glory to our people!" The chief of the guards standing beside the carriage could not contain his excitement and transmitted his voice into the carriage, his tone full of pride.

Inject?

Behind the sheer silk veil, Lv Yingxin remained calm, only her golden eyes remained deep and unfathomable in the shadows.

A cold, self-mocking thought silently crossed my mind.

Unbeknownst to everyone, the seemingly unapproachable and all-knowing His Highness in their eyes was now Qin Wangchuan's Soul Slave, whose life and death could be decided with a single thought.

Life, death, honor, and disgrace are all in the hands of others.

The contrast could not be more extreme than this.

"The price was heavy, but... it was all worth it."

Lv Yingxin slightly, recalling her previous conversation with Qin Wangchuan, and sighed silently.

"You're everywhere I look, whether my eyes are open or closed; I'm always immersed in dreams with you in them."

How could one not fall in love?

Just like him in countless times and spaces, he chose to take a detour.

In countless times and across countless timelines, Lv Yingxin has also chosen to fall in love with that person.

But in reality, this love wasn't sweet.

Although the two fought side by side, their differences in ideology and her habit of being aloof made it difficult for them to adjust, leading to constant friction.

In the most serious incident, Qin Wangchuan severed all ties with her.

Proud as she is, how could she give up so easily?

The more he ran, the more she chased.

After constant friction and exhaustion, the "concubine" title she finally obtained was nothing more than a handout forced upon her through cunning means.

As for any further intimacy or affection? Never.

To outsiders, this may seem insignificant.

But for her, this was a dream she had painstakingly pursued for half her life, a dream she had barely managed to reach.

Lv Yingxin dared not ask for more.

That's good.

She silently repeated it to herself in her heart.

"... That's good."

The following morning, Qin Wangchuan and Li Qingluan left the Academy without a word, without saying goodbye to anyone.

Just before he left, he wrote a letter to one person.

This settles the karmic debt from before.

At the edge of the Martial Arts Arena, at the Wandao Academy.

The sunlight was blinding, and the sounds of weapons clashing filled the Martial Arts Arena. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and dust.

"Come on!"

Feng Jian had just finished a Martial Arts Competition and was wiping sweat from his brow with his sleeve as he cheered loudly for his teammates from the sidelines.

I was thinking that I would go back and get a good rest after this game, as I was really tired today.

I was just thinking about it.

A slender figure walked gracefully through the noisy crowd towards them.

Wherever she went, the noise subsided, and many eyes were drawn to her with admiration and awe.

It's Jiang Xuanli.

The Eldest Princess of Central Province was still dressed in her Yun brocade palace attire, her hair tied up in a high bun, her steps were unhurried, and she exuded an elegance and aloofness that seemed completely out of place in this rugged Martial Arts Arena.

With her slender figure, stunning beauty, and noble status, she was extremely popular in the Academy.

His sudden appearance at the Martial Arts Arena was like the bright moon descending to Mortal World, inevitably attracting everyone's attention.

Feng Jian was watching his companion's moves on the stage when he suddenly noticed that the surroundings had become quieter. He turned his head in confusion and saw Jiang Xuanli walking straight towards him.

Those clear, cold phoenix eyes fell upon him.

"You're Feng Jian?"

Feng Jian was taken aback, then nodded subconsciously. "It's... it's me."

After receiving a reply, Jiang Xuanli took out a plain letter from her wide sleeve and handed it to him.

The letter paper has a simple design, yet it exudes an indescribable quality.

"This is a letter from Divine Son Qin to you." Her voice was steady, yet carried an undeniable authority.

Feng Jian was completely stunned. His fingers stiffly took the letter, which felt slightly cool to the touch.

Divine Son Qin... write him a letter?

How is that possible?

Jiang Xuanli handed over the letter, but did not leave. Instead, she slightly raised her chin and said in an almost commanding tone:

"Open it and take a look."

She recognized the person in front of her— Feng Jian, the Young Sect Master of Mo Tian Sect.

Although talented, he is far from being worthy of attention.

A letter personally written by Qin Wangchuan —this honor came about far too mysteriously.

Jiang Xuanli was genuinely curious about what was written inside that thin envelope.

Before Feng Jian could respond, his companions had already surrounded him, chattering all at once. "Well done, Young Master! When did you become acquainted with that Divine Son?"

"You've been keeping a low profile! Quick, see what you wrote!"

The commotion quickly attracted more attention, and even the fights on several nearby arenas slowed down.

One of the arena rings.

Xie Qingshang, wielding two swords, moved with lightning speed, forcing his opponent into a retreat and gaining an absolute advantage.

But the moment she heard the words "Divine Son Qin", her movements suddenly froze, and her eyes momentarily glazed over.

The opponent seized this fleeting opportunity and thrust his sword forward with lightning speed!

Xie Qingshang instinctively blocked, but was still forced back three steps by the sword wind before he could regain his footing.

"Pause."

She sheathed her sword, her voice somewhat hurried.

Without even glancing at his opponent, he turned and leaped off the stage, quickly walking towards Feng Jian, his gaze fixed on the letter.

Jiang Xuanli narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked at the girl who was walking briskly towards her.

Xie Qingshang.

This "cultivation maniac" who has grown stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye over the past two years always has a kind of obsessive drive that even she can't see through.

Like a machine born solely for cultivation, showing absolutely no signs of fatigue or despondency.

Only when he heard the name "Qin Wangchuan" would he show a moment of stunned silence.

In summary: She is a woman with potential, but also extremely dangerous.

"It must have been given to the wrong person, right?"

Feng Jian tore open the wax seal with some skepticism and unfolded the letter.