Ling Xueyao sighed and looked up at the sky outside the courtyard.
"A hundred years ago, the great-great-grandfather of my Great Qian Imperial Dynasty mysteriously disappeared while traveling. After the news leaked, the imperial city lost its top expert, and the major sects took the opportunity to launch an attack, resulting in a bloody war that swept across the entire Eastern Continent."
"The battle resulted in heavy losses for both sides, and neither could gain the upper hand. Ultimately, in order to recuperate, both sides reached a ceasefire agreement."
Ling Xueyao's tone turned cold. "The sects no longer accept the rule of the dynasty, and the royal family is not allowed to interfere in the affairs of the sects. Similarly, the sects are not allowed to attack the royal family or interfere in the internal affairs of the dynasty. For the past hundred years, both sides have been using this as a pretext to maintain peace."
"Although in recent years, sects have been extending their influence further and further, and the binding force of agreements has been weakening, on the surface, no one dares to be the first to break off relations."
At this point, Ling Xueyao glanced at Chu Yunfei.
"In order to legitimately extricate you from the clutches of the Heavenly Sword Sect, I have no choice but to use your status as a prince consort to place you within the royal family. It's just a temporary measure; I hope Young Master Chu won't mind?"
"Of course I wouldn't mind." Chu Yunfei leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed, muttering casually, "Anyway, with Her Highness being so beautiful, if she really wanted me to be her husband, I'd be happy to live off her."
Hearing this muttered remark, Wen Jiao, sitting next to Chu Yunfei, glared at him angrily.
Ling Xueyao's fair, jade-like ears flushed a rare blush, but having been in a position of power for so long, she quickly regained her composure.
Chu Yunfei didn't continue this topic, which could easily escalate into a conflict. He picked up his teacup to moisten his throat, and his gaze instantly sharpened.
"Your Highness, let's speak frankly."
Chu Yunfei looked into Ling Xueyao's eyes, "You risked breaking the century-old agreement to protect me today, probably not just because of Pavilion Master Wen's influence, right?"
"If there's anything I can do to help you, Princess, please don't hesitate to ask. I will never refuse if it's within my power."
Upon hearing these blunt words, Ling Xueyao's fingers paused slightly.
She had initially thought Chu Yunfei was just a hothead with nothing but brawn and arrogance, but she never expected him to be so perceptive, seeing through the underlying transaction at a glance.
Ling Xueyao glanced at Wen Jiao, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke.
"I heard from Jiaojiao that you used a special method to cure the cold poison caused by the Heavenly Yin Baleful Intent Physique in her body?"
"That's true," Chu Yunfei readily admitted.
Ling Xueyao took a deep breath, her tone becoming somewhat solemn. "Then I wonder if Young Master Chu can cure the Soul-Devouring Nether Poison?"
Chu Yunfei's brows furrowed sharply.
Soul-Devouring Nether Poison?
This is one of the most famous and rare ancient poisons.
It is rumored that this poison is colorless and odorless, and those poisoned cannot detect it in the early stages.
Once the poison takes effect, not only will one's cultivation level be severely suppressed, but one will also fall into a prolonged coma.
Even more deadly is that when the poison takes effect, the poisoned person will emit a terrifying toxic gas, making it impossible for others to get close. Anyone who comes into contact with even a trace of it will be poisoned as well.
In the True Martial Continent, the method for refining this poison has been lost for thousands of years, let alone the antidote.
Seeing Chu Yunfei's furrowed brows and silence, a hint of disappointment flashed in Ling Xueyao's eyes.
She thought Chu Yunfei had no solution either, but gritted her teeth, unwilling to give up. "Young Master Chu, if you can cure this poison, the Great Qian Imperial Family will surely reward you handsomely!"
"Spirit stones, elixirs, peerless spiritual artifacts, earth-grade or even heaven-grade cultivation techniques and martial arts... whatever the royal treasury has, take it!"
Ling Xueyao offered such a condition, one that would make even Divine Sea Realm expert envious, without even blinking.
For Chu Yunfei, although the Soul-Devouring Nether Poison was domineering, it was not an insurmountable dead end in the face of his Myriad Poison Tyrant Body, which made him immune to all poisons in the world, and the Divine Cauldron of Heavenly Mandate within his body that could refine all things.
Even ancient and rare poisons, he could still swallow them as nourishment.
Chu Yunfei knew that the other party had misunderstood his silence. He put down his teacup and looked directly at Ling Xueyao: "I can cure this poison."
"What?!"
Upon hearing this, Ling Xueyao abruptly stood up from the stone bench.
The large movement created a fragrant breeze.
Her full breasts, hidden beneath the pale yellow gauze, were heaving violently with extreme excitement.
She hadn't held out much hope.
Over the years, in an attempt to find an antidote, the royal family secretly sought out countless renowned masters of poisons and alchemy, but all of them were helpless.
The person in front of me is, in the end, just an eighteen-year-old boy who has personally come all this way only to give his best friend face.
But to her utter surprise, Chu Yunfei actually dared to say he could solve it!
Chu Yunfei sat in the chair, his line of sight level with Chu Yunfei's.
Seeing Ling Xueyao's impressive figure rising and falling with excitement, even though he had good self-control, his Adam's apple bobbed and he swallowed hard.
This princess not only possessed a face so beautiful it could bring ruin to a country, but her figure was also deadly.
Ling Xueyao keenly sensed the burning gaze, and two red clouds instantly rose to her beautiful cheeks. She was both embarrassed and annoyed, and quickly sat back down in her original seat.
Chu Yunfei coughed lightly, changing the subject without changing his expression. "Your Highness, although I can cure it, I need to examine the person in person to determine the extent of the poisoning and how far it has progressed. I wonder who is suffering from this Soul-Devouring Nether Poison...?"
Ling Xueyao bit her red lips tightly, her eyes slightly red, and said in a low voice, "It's my father, the Emperor."
Emperor Great Qian!
Chu Yunfei's eyes narrowed slightly.
No wonder Ling Xueyao was willing to risk everything to protect him; if the Emperor of Great Qian died, the entire royal family would likely face annihilation.
at the same time.
Meanwhile, inside a guest room at the Azure Mystic Sect.
"Bang!"
A priceless jade cup was smashed to the ground and shattered into pieces.
Nangong Wuhen's face was contorted, and his eyes were bloodshot with extreme anger.
"Damn it! Just one step away!"
Nangong Wuhen paced back and forth in the room like a raging wild beast. "A sure thing, that little brat was about to die in my hands, and the Giant Que Sword was within my grasp! But then Ling Xueyao suddenly appeared out of nowhere!"
"Uncle Mo, are we really just going to let Chu Yunfei go like this? That's the Giant Que Sword, the key to the legacy left by the Heaven-Slaying Sword Emperor! The most powerful sword emperor legacy in the history of the True Martial Continent! Are we just going to hand it over to the royal family like this?"
Mo Yuan sat on a grand chair to the side, holding a teacup, letting Nangong Wuhen.
Only after Nangong Wuhen smashed the last item on the table did Mo Yuan slowly put down his teacup, his eyes cold and sinister.
Mo Yuan snorted coldly, "The black-robed man beside Ling Xueyao is no ordinary guard. I've sensed his aura; he's at least at the Divine Sea Realm Middle Stage. If we really fight, even if I use all my trump cards, I might not be his match."
Nangong Wuhen's fists clenched so tightly they cracked. "Are we really going to give up the key to the inheritance?"
"Give up? Of course not." A cold, venomous glint flashed in Mo Yuan's eyes.
Nangong Wuhen frowned. "But what about the royal family..."
Before he could finish speaking, Mo Yuan interrupted him directly, "The royal family? Haven't you noticed that the emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty hasn't appeared in public for many years?"
Nangong Wuhen paused for a moment, then hesitated and said, "Isn't it rumored that he's been in seclusion deep within the palace, trying to break through to a higher realm? Is there some hidden reason behind this?"
"Seclusion? Heh."
A glint of light flashed in Mo Yuan's cloudy eyes, and he said in a low voice, "It's just an excuse from the royal family. I think he's not far from his death."
Nangong Wuhen's pupils suddenly contracted.
Night fell.
Qingyang City, Drunken Moon Tower, Room No. 1 (Tianzi).
The room was steamy, and Chu Yunfei was soaking in a large bathtub filled with spiritual herbs with his eyes closed.
Hot water slid down his strong muscles, relieving the fatigue from days of intense fighting.
His mind was rapidly reviewing all the experiences of the past few months.
From awakening the Myriad Poison Tyrant Body, to counter-killing the hunters, and now to fighting against the Heavenly Origin Realm and the Divine Sea Realm.
"I acted a bit impulsively..."
Chu Yunfei sighed inwardly.
If he were to act according to the shrewdness and decisiveness of a giant in his previous life, the most rational thing to do when he knew he was no match for them would be to temporarily avoid confrontation. He would never choose to fight head-on in front of so many powerful people, and he would not even be willing to use the forbidden technique of silver needles that damages the soul.
But he chose the most reckless path.
The reason for this is ultimately due to his father Chu Batian, in this life.
Having lived two lives, this was the first time he experienced unconditional family love.
Seeing that the Giant Que Sword left behind by Chu Batian was about to be stolen, his bloodlust overwhelmed his reason.
"Fine, since I've done it, I won't regret it." Chu Yunfei suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as a knife. "The upcoming trip to the capital will be the real dragon's den and tiger's lair."
Even the Emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty was poisoned silently; how deep are the waters in the imperial city?
The Heavenly Sword Sect will certainly not let this go easily.
As he pondered his next steps...
"Thump, thump, thump."
Suddenly, three very soft knocks came from outside the door.
It was very light, with a hint of hesitation, like someone feeling guilty.
Chu Yunfei leaned against the edge of the bathtub, not getting up, a playful smile playing on his lips.
The woman who says one thing but means another, she did come after all.