Chief Eunuch of the Harem, Long Yue

The news of the Heaven-Opening War Halberd appearing in the Qin Clan was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake; the ripples quickly spread into towering waves.

The Chu Clan was the first to go mad.

"What? The Heaven-Opening War Halberd? In the Qin Clan?"

Inside the Chu Clan's Council Hall, the elders exchanged bewildered glances, their expressions quite fascinating.

"Who?!"

"Judging from the mark, it's still Chu Wujiu."

"Where's that brat Chu Wujiu? Bring him here!"

"Reporting to the elder, I've already gone to fetch them..."

After some time, Chu Wujiu was brought into the hall, looking completely bewildered.

"What? What did I do now?"

"You still have the nerve to ask!" The First Elder pointed at his nose, his beard bristling with rage. "The Heaven-Opening War Halberd! In the Qin Clan! How dare you use that thing right under the Heavenly Emperor's nose!"

Chu Wujiu was stunned for a moment. "I'm useless?"

"Useless? How did that halberd end up in the Qin Clan's territory?"

"How should I know!"

"How dare you talk back!"

"No, I really don't know!" Chu Wujiu cried out in protest, "I've been in seclusion at the Wandao Academy the whole time!"

"Seclusion? What kind of seclusion are you going into? Blindly sending Sacred Relic to the Qin Clan?"

"..."

Chu Wujiu a deep breath and gave up trying to explain.

Fine, whatever I say will be wrong anyway.

"Someone come here!"

The First Elder waved his hand, "Take him away and go to the Qin Clan to plead guilty!"

As Chu Wujiu was being led away, he cursed the unknown culprit a hundred times in his heart.

"Fuck your mother, don't let me find out who's messing with me."

However, the Qin Clan remained surprisingly peaceful and did not cause any trouble.

Given their personality, that's impossible.

Unless, they did it intentionally?

The moment this thought crossed the mind, the Chu Clan erupted in chaos again.

The Heaven-Opening War Halberd, Sacred Relic of the Chu Clan —did they create it themselves?

"That's impossible."

An elder murmured, "Sacred Relic possess a spirit; only those of the Chu Clan Bloodline can use them. How could they possibly..."

Everyone looked at each other, bewildered, with no idea what had happened.

Some even began to speculate whether there was something wrong with the Sacred Relic itself.

"No."

Chu Wujiu's father, Chu Ziqian, made a decisive decision. "Open the ancestral land, unseal the true form of the Sacred Relic, and see what's really going on!"

"Yes!"

Deep within the ancestral land of the Chu Clan, the true form of the Sacred Relic was unsealed.

Intact and undamaged.

There were no abnormalities.

The Chu Clan was completely dumbfounded.

So... what exactly happened?

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Meanwhile, the Yun Clan.

The atmosphere Side Hall was equally eerie.

Qin Wangchuan said, "I don't need to look for any feelings."

Yun Qingyao sat in the chair, her expression serious and her tone calm.

The elders of the Yun Clan exchanged bewildered glances.

"How could it not be necessary?"

An elder clapped his hands anxiously, "Only then will your Immortal Physique be complete!"

"But Qin Wangchuan said, 'I was originally whole.'"

"Qin Wangchuan said, Qin Wangchuan said, he's not you, how would he know?"

Yun Qingyao looked at the elder intently.

But Qin Wangchuan said, "None of you are me."

After he finished speaking, the hall fell silent for a moment.

The impatience on the faces of the elders gradually froze, turning into thoughtful expressions.

That's a lot...

That seems to make sense?

But upon closer inspection, it doesn't make sense!

If it were intact, how could its Immortal Physique be so frail?

At this moment, a voice came from the head of the table:

"Speaking of which, shouldn't Wangchuan go back to visit the Yun Clan?"

The speaker's name is Yun Lingge, and she is Yun Qingyao's mother.

At the same time, he was also an emperor.

The murderer who imprisoned her in his home for twenty years.

Upon hearing this, everyone suddenly came to their senses.

Yes.

Qin Wangchuan is practically a member of the Yun Clan.

He should come back and familiarize himself with the place.

"Perfect timing, let's ask him what he means while we're at it, lest he corrupt Qingyao."

That makes sense.

"Then send someone to invite them?"

Please.

Yun Qingyao stood aside, listening to them settle the matter in just a few words, her eyes showing no emotion.

She still doesn't know what expectation is.

Let's return our focus to the Qin Clan.

Qin Wangchuan caused quite a stir.

The rift that stretched for thousands of miles appeared for only a moment, yet it destroyed many great formations.

In the past few days, the entire Qin Clan has been discussing the strange phenomenon from that day.

The sky was torn apart, and a powerful pressure descended, so overwhelming Heaven-Opening it was hard to breathe.

But very few people actually know the inside story.

Only a small number of people knew that Qin Wangchuan possessed the ability to summon the Heaven-Opening War Halberd.

Although it's just a summon, it can't be used.

But that instantaneous power of Heaven-Opening was enough.

Qin Taiyi's eyes lit up when he found out.

He patted Qin Wangchuan on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Could you get some more Sacred Relic from other families?"

If you didn't know better, you'd think we were buying groceries; it's negotiable.

Thanks to this, Long Yue, who had made up her mind, had not yet found an opportunity to make a move.

During those days, people came and went outside Qin Wangchuan's palace, with elders and Clan Elder from all walks of life taking turns to visit.

Even at night, some people hold candlelight conversations.

Especially that Eighth Dao Child? Her Qin Zhaoer?

You can see Qin Wangchuan from the building all night long.

There was nothing we could do but wait.

Finally, the Heavenly Secrets arrived.

Qin Wangchuan returned to his room early.

It is said that they are researching martial arts techniques.

Upon hearing the news, Long Yue moved swiftly, passing through the corridors and courtyards, arriving at the depths of the Divine Son Hall —outside Qin Wangchuan's sleeping quarters.

Then, she stopped.

There is a door god at the entrance.

Ye Jianwei outside the hall, a guqin lying across his lap. He gently plucked the strings, and the Zither Music flowed quietly through the night like water.

Long Yue frowned slightly.

After thinking about it, I realized that this is something that can't be avoided.

I might as well just go straight up to them.

Ye Jianwei naturally noticed Long Yue's approach.

After the other person approached, he put away his zither and stood up to greet him.

"Sister Long Yue"

She bowed slightly, and her address of "elder sister" was perfectly natural.

The other party was True Dragon, and much older than himself.

Calling someone "sister" won't hurt you.

Long Yue replied with the same "sister," then looked past her and gazed at the tightly closed palace doors behind her.

"The Dragon Lord... is inside?"

"Yes."

Ye Jianwei said, "Young Master said that we need to study the martial arts techniques tonight."

Long Yue pondered for a moment.

She knew that Ye Jianwei was Qin Wangchuan's personal maid, responsible for his daily life and also for guarding the door.

If you want to get in, you can't get past her.

Instead of hiding it, why not...

"See you, Sister Wei."

Long Yue looked at her, her expression calm, "I want to ask you something."

Ye Jianwei taken aback. "Please speak, sister."

"The Dragon Lord's choice of bedchamber attendants and the timing."

Long Yue's tone was calm, as if she were asking something perfectly ordinary, "How was it planned?"

Ye Jianwei was stunned.

Serving in bed?

Planning?

Her voice held a hint of confusion, "Does such a thing exist?"

This time, it was Long Yue's turn to be stunned.

"No?"

"No."

Ye Jianwei, "Young Master has never mentioned such a thing."

"Then who usually serves the Dragon Lord to bed?"

"Nobody."

Ye Jianwei continued, "Young Master sleeps alone most of the time..."

She didn't say anything more.

Although she longed to be intimate with the Young Master, the opportunities were few and far between.

Long Yue fell silent.

She considered many possibilities—perhaps there was a duty roster, perhaps there were selection rules, or perhaps Ye Jianwei herself was in charge of this matter.

But the one thing I never expected was... no.

There was nothing there.

"How could someone as powerful as the Dragon Lord not have someone to serve him in bed?"

"I..." Long Yue hesitated for a long time, but couldn't say a word.

Finally, as if she had figured something out, her eyes suddenly brightened.

"I might be able to arrange it."

"Arrange?"

Ye Jianwei repeated the sentence again, still not understanding the meaning of this arrangement.

Long Yue didn't explain, but simply said goodbye and turned to leave.

Ye Jianwei frowned slightly, but didn't say anything more.

He sat back down on the stone steps, his fingertips touching the strings.

The Zither Music resumed, as clear as water and as bright as the moon.

Unlike Long Yue.

She was the Young Master's maid, and wouldn't think about such things.

She did whatever the Young Master told her to do.