Ling Xueyao was speechless after hearing his words, her pretty face flushing crimson.
She really is...
Although the subsequent process began under duress, the operation of the Dragon and Phoenix Dao Yellow Scripture gave her an unprecedented and ultimate pleasure.
That fusion of spirit and flesh was irresistible to her; in the final moments, she couldn't even distinguish between pain and pleasure.
How could I possibly say something like that out loud!
"You lecherous scoundrel! You're disgusting! Shameless!"
Having run out of words, Ling Xueyao could only use these pale and powerless phrases to express her shame and indignation.
Chu Yunfei looked at her flushed face, her eyes misty with tears, and her expression of utter shame and indignation yet powerless to resist. A slight smile curved his lips.
"Didn't Your Highness complain about the slowness just now?" Chu Yunfei whispered in her ear, "Then this time, I'll be faster."
Ling Xueyao's cheeks burned.
She wanted to call him a scoundrel, but as Chu Yunfei moved, the dormant spiritual energy within her body became active again.
The Dragon and Phoenix Dao Yellow Scripture operates on its own.
The two forces re-established a cycle within their bodies.
Ling Xueyao bit her lower lip, determined not to make a sound.
But Chu Yunfei's movements became more and more intense, and that domineering heat surged through her meridians time and time again.
She couldn't take it anymore.
The fingernails scratched several bloody marks on Chu Yunfei's back.
The temperature inside the meditation room rose again.
Golden light and pink clouds intertwined once more.
at the same time.
In the southwest of the imperial city, in that inconspicuous courtyard.
The flame in the bronze lamp was kept low, casting only a dim, yellowish light on the stone table.
The boy remained seated behind the stone table.
He picked up an ancient book, his fingertips pressing against the pages, his expression calmer than that of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.
The purple-faced deputy building master stood beside him.
A purple mask concealed his face, revealing only a pair of cold, eerie eyes.
He had completely concealed his aura, but the oppressive aura that only a Dao Mysterious Realm expert possessed still caused the air in the stone chamber to stagnate slightly.
Black poisonous mist drifted out from the breach in the palace.
The purple-faced deputy lord's voice was deep. "The aura is unmistakable; it is indeed the Soul-Devouring Nether Poison. After Ling Changkong appeared, I did not continue to attack, but the poisonous mist is still present in that palace."
The boy stopped turning the pages of the book.
He didn't speak.
He slowly leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the top of the stone chamber.
There were only thick stone walls there.
But his gaze seemed to have already pierced through the palace and reached that black palace.
A few breaths later, the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.
"Still there."
These two words were spoken very softly.
However, this caused the seriousness in the eyes of the purple-faced deputy master to dissipate somewhat.
The Soul-Devouring Nether Poison is still present.
That means the poison in Ling Zhantian's body has not been removed.
The fact that Ling Xueyao spent three million mid-grade spirit stones at the Pill Pavilion to buy the Soul-Consolidating Origin-Returning Pill has another explanation.
She had already revived Ling Zhantian.
She only wanted to stabilize Ling Zhantian's soul and buy him a little more time for the dying man.
The boy tapped his fingertips lightly three times on the stone table.
"It seems I was overthinking it."
He reopened the ancient book.
The light from the oil lamp illuminated his pale face, and his eyes were as deep as a bottomless well.
"But that Chu Yunfei..."
The boy turned a page, his tone still calm. "Let's investigate."
The purple-faced deputy building master looked at him.
The young poster rarely pays personal attention to any particular young person.
Even the seven holy sons were merely pawns to be used in his eyes.
But this Chu Yunfei seems to have been constantly disrupting the situation ever since Qingyang City.
First, the key to the legacy of the Heaven-Slaying Sword Emperor.
Then there's his status as the prince consort by Ling Xueyao's side.
Now, it happens to be at a critical juncture in Ling Zhantian's changing condition.
The purple-faced deputy sect leader said in a deep voice, "If this boy really has a problem, should we eliminate him beforehand? He's only at the Heavenly Origin Realm now; even if he's in the palace, he's not without opportunities."
The boy did not look up.
"Killing him now will only alert Ling Changkong."
"The commotion tonight has been big enough. The palace won't give us a second chance anytime soon."
His tone was indifferent, yet he suppressed all the thoughts that the purple-faced deputy lord hadn't finished saying.
"Moreover, it would be a waste to kill someone who has attracted the attention of the Heavenly Sword Sect, the Cangyun Sect, and the Puppet Sect."
The purple-faced deputy sect leader's eyes flickered slightly. "Does the young sect leader mean to let him stay?"
The boy closed the ancient book, his fingertips pressing against the cover.
The Seven Sects Grand Competition will be held in one month.
"The original plan was to have our people attack during the competition, thus inciting conflict between the royal family and the Seven Clans."
The purple-faced deputy building manager nodded.
This plan has been in preparation for a long time.
The seven prodigies gathered in the imperial city, young and impetuous, and most likely to make enemies over pride and victory.
If a few key figures die, the fragile balance maintained between the royal family and the seven sects for a century will completely crumble.
The boy shook his head.
"Let's revise the plan."
"Our people don't need to do it themselves."
The purple-faced deputy landlord frowned.
"If we don't take action, how will the royal family and the seven clans start fighting?"
"Although the seven sects each have their own agendas, they do not have a true blood feud and will not easily break ties with the royal family."
The boy smiled.
The lamplight flickered gently.
"Isn't there already a ready-made trigger in the capital?"
The purple-faced deputy landlord immediately realized what was happening.
" Chu Yunfei?"
"Good."
The boy picked up the ancient book again.
" Ling Xueyao has publicly acknowledged that he is the future prince consort."
"Qin Hao of the Cangyun Sect proposed marriage to the royal family three years ago, and the Puppet Sect and the Divine Martial Sect had the same idea."
"Those people consider themselves geniuses; what they value most is their reputation."
"They wouldn't tolerate having a woman they've always longed for snatched away by some nobody."
The purple-faced deputy building master nodded slowly.
Chu Yunfei doesn't need the Blood Baleful Intent Tower to kill him personally.
As long as they put him in the spotlight, someone else will naturally take the fall for them.
If Chu Yunfei dies, Ling Xueyao will surely be furious.
If the seven holy sons die, the three major sects will not let it go.
Regardless of which side bleeds, a rift will be created between the royal family and the seven clans.
"Send word to everyone about what happened in Qingyang City, the Cangwu Mountain Range, and the entrance to the Pill Pavilion."
The boy said calmly:
"Especially the matter of the imperial son-in-law."
"We need to make sure all the top talents from the sects who have already entered the imperial city know this."
The purple-faced deputy landlord whispered:
"If Ling Zhantian ultimately can't hold on, those two in the palace will probably start fighting over him sooner rather than later."
The boy's fingers, which were pressing on the book page, paused for a moment.
Extremely short.
It was so brief it was as if nothing had happened.
So, there's no rush.
" Ling Zhantian is unconscious, Ling Changkong is blood and qi depleted, and the Seven Sects Grand Competition has once again been held in the imperial city."
"Now all that's needed is a spark."
He looked up.
" Chu Yunfei, that's the fire."
The purple-faced deputy landlord remained silent for a moment, then remembered something else.
The original poster is about to emerge from seclusion.
"Once he leaves the pass, we can begin to tighten the net we've laid."
A genuine smile finally appeared on the boy's face.
"Then we'll wait for him to emerge from seclusion."
"By then, the game of chess in the palace will have come to an end."
He gazed at the lights.
The dim, yellowish light flickered in my eyes, offering no warmth whatsoever.
This net has been in place for so many years.
"Enough to change the entire Eastern Continent."
The purple-faced deputy building manager nodded.
The next instant, his body merged into the shadows of the stone chamber, and his presence vanished completely.
The boy lowered his head again.
The stone chamber fell silent once more.
But after turning the page, he whispered the name again.
Chu Yunfei.
The book page fell.
I hope you won't let me down.