Extra 5: This Lonely One Has an Illness, This Lonely One is Lustful

The new master of the Hundred Spirit Continent, the King of Hundred Spirits who had been in office for less than a year, was the son of Qin Beixuan, Sect Master of the Northern Profound Sect, and Liu Baihua, Sect Master of the Hundred Flowers Sect.

His father was a Heavenly Sovereign of the Initial Immortal Grade, and his mother was a Heavenly Sovereign of the Late Spirit Grade.

Logically speaking, such a background would undoubtedly make him a favored child of the heavens.

Yet, the reality was that he was mud that could not be plastered onto a wall.

The King of Hundred Spirits appeared to be only in his twenties, but he had actually been cultivating for a century.

With poor innate talent, he had remained stuck at the Seventh Grade Sovereign stage for decades, unable to break through.

Indulgent, extravagant, and obsessed with women, he lacked all self-restraint and had long since hollowed out his body.

Even his current cultivation as a Lower Earth Sovereign had been forcibly elevated using high-grade spiritual pills; his foundation was flimsy, his combat power was weak, and he would likely never make another breakthrough in this lifetime.

Unable to salvage their offspring despite exhausting every means, the two Heavenly Sovereigns grew resentful of his incompetence.

To keep him out of sight and out of mind, they dispatched two Earth Sovereign Great Perfection powerhouses as his guards and sent him off early to rule the subordinate Hundred Spirit Continent, bestowing upon him the title of King of Hundred Spirits.

The couple had already begun considering having a second child; since the "large account" was a failure, they had to start a "small account" anew.

However, although the King of Hundred Spirits was no longer valued by the two great super-forces, he remained the only child of the Heavenly Sovereign couple, and they would certainly not stand idly by if he were in danger.

Thus, within the sects, he was regarded as a figure who had been shelved high up.

The King of Hundred Spirits, draped in golden robes, rested a hand on the jade belt at his waist and wore a satisfied smile, though he still waved his hand with feigned restraint: "Forget it, stop the music."

"Speaking of which, although I have been ruling this fief for over a year, this is the first time I have received all you ministers. Today, we must drink to our hearts' content; no one leaves until they are drunk."

Upon hearing this, the musicians and dancers in the hall retreated like a receding tide.

As various faction leaders stepped forward to flatter and amuse him, and the King of Hundred Spirits intentionally maintained his image, the hall was filled with the joy of hosts and guests.

Yet, in but a moment, the true nature of the King of Hundred Spirits was laid bare as he began to discuss, right there in the hall, a plan to conduct a continent-wide selection of beauties to fill his harem.

The leaders exchanged private glances, secretly lamenting while agreeing on the surface, all the while thinking that they must hide their own female kin once they returned home.

Seeing that the first "policy platform" he had officially promulgated since ascending the throne was so popular and beloved by the people, the King of Hundred Spirits was delighted and drank several cups of spiritual wine in his joy.

In an instant, he felt slightly tipsy.

Perhaps it was because he was drunk, but as he looked up, he saw a peerless beauty in white as snow, standing alone in the corner of the hall.

She was even smiling and beckoning to him with "deep affection."

The only flaw was that a mysterious man stood beside the beauty.

The two stood quite intimately, clearly sharing a significant relationship, appearing to be lovers.

"A beauty, a peerless beauty."

The King of Hundred Spirits subconsciously rubbed his slightly reddened, drunken eyes, muttering to himself.

This Lonely One has a weakness; this Lonely One is lustful.

Standing with hands folded behind him, the two black-clad elders with arrogant temperaments—the powerhouse guards specifically sent by the master of the Northern Profound Sect—followed the King of Hundred Spirits' gaze.

In an instant, their bodies shook violently, their pupils contracted sharply, and their eyes were filled with terror.

Who was this monster? To be able to evade their perception and appear in the hall without a sound.

"Your Majesty, be careful! Please, retreat quickly!"

The two Earth Sovereign Great Perfection powerhouses saw their expressions change wildly, as if they had seen some primordial beast; they hunched their bodies, facing a formidable enemy, and their aged frames flashed to the front.

One on the left and one on the right, they quickly shielded the King of Hundred Spirits behind them.

The ones who had appeared in the corner of the hall were naturally Mu Feng and his wife.

"Audacious! Where did this lecher come from, daring to profane this Seat!"

No sooner said than done, a thunderous roar pierced their ears. The smile on Qing Yanjing's beautiful face vanished instantly, her phoenix eyes filled with murderous intent as she struck out fiercely.

A woman's face changes faster than a book, indeed.

The ancients did not deceive me!

Vast spiritual power fluctuations swept out, the spiritual energy heaven-shaking. An invisible giant hand of spiritual power slammed down like an ancient divine mountain, impossible to block.

"Puff!"

The two black-clad elders could not even react before they were sent flying like tattered sacks in an instant, their chests caving in at a terrifying angle as they vomited blood wildly.

They then crashed heavily into the depths of the hall, eyes closed, life or death unknown.

Hiss, those were Earth Sovereign Great Perfection powerhouses capable of dominating an entire continent!

And there were two of them!

If this mysterious powerhouse could casually injure two Great Perfection Earth Sovereigns with a single blow, did that not mean her cultivation had surpassed...

Everyone in the hall thought of this and gasped in unison, yet they dared not think any further.

They were afraid of being silenced!

Gulp.

Seeing the two veteran Earth Sovereign guards sent by his father suppressed on the spot, the alcohol-reeking King of Hundred Spirits shuddered, and his tipsy haze vanished in an instant.

Sobriety was a very effective remedy.

Even as a fool, he knew that the person before him was likely a Heavenly Sovereign powerhouse on par with his parents, someone not to be trifled with.

"Spare me, Exalted One! Spare me! This petty king knows his crimes."

At this moment, the King of Hundred Spirits had lost all traces of royal dignity. His knees went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, kowtowing for mercy with movements as smooth as flowing water.

He surrendered decisively!

Trembling slightly, he buried his head deep, pressing it against the floor in profound regret, terrified that someone might see the two trails of tears sliding from the corners of his eyes.

The King of Hundred Spirits felt so aggrieved inside.

Damn it, you barged into my palace uninvited and without manners, yet you righteously questioned me about being a lecherous intruder before launching an attack.

Even Dou E would weep upon hearing this story.

I am willing to crown Your Excellency as the "Greatest Master of Fraudulent Entrapment"!

The King of Hundred Spirits roared frantically in his heart.

"This Sovereign is very angry, and the consequences are dire. Summon the powerhouses behind you so we may discuss the matter of compensation. Remember, you only have the time it takes for one incense stick to burn."

Qing Yanjing took a light step, walking over with a sweet smile.

Hmm, it would be best if he compensated with a high-level continent.

"Yes, yes! This petty king will summon my elders at once, right away!"

Hearing that there was still a chance for a turn of events and that the other party did not intend to kill him, the King of Hundred Spirits felt as if he had been granted an amnesty and immediately crushed the spirit seal he wore.

***

Marvelous, my lady!

Breaking into someone else's palace without a sound, conducting a sting operation, then seizing the opportunity to confront them and using that as leverage to throw a tantrum.

As expected of you, A-Jing.

Standing to the side, Mu Feng was left completely dumbfounded.

His own beloved wife's flashy maneuvers had left him stunned, his scalp tingling from the sheer audacity.

However, A-Jing, your husband still has one question.

Why are you so practiced at this?

Which one is the real you—the gentle and kind young woman from before, or this overbearing master of fraudulent entrapment? You bastard!

PS: That's it for now. I'll add more if there's a chance in the future.

This part of the plot covers the story before Mu Chen was born and before Mu Feng became the King of Hundred Spirits; there might be four or five more chapters.

See you later, brothers, see you tomorrow!