Ling Xueyao was naturally unaware of their conversation.
Her gaze fell on the blood at the corner of Chu Yunfei's mouth, and she gritted her teeth, trying her best to maintain the dignity of a princess.
" Chu Yunfei, if you dare tell a third person what happened today, I will chase you to the ends of the earth and cut out your tongue with my own hands."
"Don't worry, I've always kept my mouth shut."
No sooner had Chu Yunfei finished speaking than Xiaoxiao Dragon's sneer echoed from within his sea of consciousness.
"You brat, you say you'll keep your mouth shut in front of me, have you forgotten there's a third one here?"
Chu Yunfei completely ignored her.
Ling Xueyao stared at Chu Yunfei for several breaths before finally sheathing her golden slender sword.
The moment the sword left his throat, Chu Yunfei slowly exhaled.
If Ling Xueyao had truly lost her temper just now, he wouldn't have been able to launch a forceful counterattack.
After all, the opponent's injuries had not yet healed, and they could not withstand a clash of spiritual energy.
Ling Xueyao propped herself up, trying to cover her disheveled long dress again.
However, the intense emotional turmoil, coupled with her unhealed injuries, caused her vision to blur and her body to fall backward uncontrollably.
As she fell, Ling Xueyao, who had only hastily put on her clothes, saw them slip off her shoulders again.
Chu Yunfei instinctively reached out and put his arm around her waist, helping her to steady herself.
A soft touch entered my palm, my face was only inches away.
A delicate fragrance wafted into my nostrils.
Chu Yunfei glanced down at it, then immediately turned his head away.
Ling Xueyao looked up and met Chu Yunfei's gaze.
She looked bewildered at first, then realized how pathetic her current posture was.
The majesty that belonged to the eldest princess of the Great Qian Dynasty vanished at this moment, leaving only a blush spreading from her cheeks to her ears.
She hurriedly raised her hand to cover her chest, the shame in her eyes gradually turning into coldness.
Chu Yunfei realized his posture was inappropriate and immediately let go and stepped back.
"This time it was your own fault for not sitting properly, you can't blame it on me." Chu Yunfei coughed lightly. "If you still want to draw your sword, you'd better sit up properly first, so you don't fall again."
Ling Xueyao bit her lip, forcing herself to remain calm.
"Turn around."
"Do what?"
"I need to change my clothes."
Chu Yunfei raised an eyebrow. "Don't worry, I'm not interested in the wounded."
" Chu Yunfei!" A cold glint flashed in Ling Xueyao's eyes.
Chu Yunfei stopped teasing her and turned away.
At the same time, to prevent Xiaoxiao Dragon from continuing to watch the spectacle, he separated a wisp of his divine soul and sealed off part of her perception of the outside world.
Xiaoxiao Dragon immediately began cursing in his mind.
"You brat, why are you being so wary of me? I'm a woman too, do you think I would take advantage of her?"
Chu Yunfei remained expressionless. "You were having the most fun watching the show just now, so why don't you stay quiet for a while?"
Xiaoxiao Dragon tried to break through that barrier of the soul, but found that Chu Yunfei had not completely blocked her senses; he had only made the scene in front of her blurry.
"You ungrateful wretch! If I hadn't reminded you, you wouldn't have even been able to find the blood demon hidden in your heart meridian. Now that the person has been saved, you complain that I'm in your way."
Xiaoxiao Dragon snorted angrily.
Chu Yunfei ignored her.
A faint rustling sound of fabric came from behind me.
Ling Xueyao changed into a plain white dress. She moved slowly, clearly indicating that her injuries had not fully healed.
But her gaze repeatedly fell on Chu Yunfei's back.
Chu Yunfei's original robes were already torn, and the palm print of the Divine Sea Realm on his back was still clear. There was still blood stasis around the palm print. Although the wound had been mostly repaired, it still looked shocking.
Ling Xueyao quieted down.
She knew very well that Chu Yunfei could have escaped on his own at that time.
She was the primary target of the Blood Baleful Intent Tower.
As long as Chu Yunfei abandons her, with his agility and skills, he might have a chance to escape.
But he didn't.
In the imperial city, she was surrounded by many people.
Some people revered her status, some wanted to use her to get closer to the imperial power, and some coveted the resources in her hands, but when it came to life and death, not many people were willing to stand in front of her.
Chu Yunfei, the man she forcibly bestowed the title of imperial consort upon, did the worst thing he could have done.
Thinking about how she had treated him after waking up, Ling Xueyao felt a pang of guilt.
at the same time.
A strange feeling, one that I had never experienced before, quietly emerged.
She quickly suppressed her distracting thoughts and tied her disheveled long hair back up.
"Alright."
Ling Xueyao's voice regained some of its usual cool and authoritative tone.
Chu Yunfei released his sensory blockade on Xiaoxiao Dragon and turned around.
The plain white dress on Ling Xueyao lacked royal splendor, but instead exuded a cold and aloof aura that kept people at a distance.
Her face was still pale, but the redness at the base of her ears had not yet faded.
Chu Yunfei took out two healing pills from his storage ring and handed them to her.
"Although the blood evil within you has been cleared, the injuries to your abdominal meridians and shoulder have not yet fully healed. In your current state, you can at most exert the strength of the third or fourth level of the Heavenly Origin Realm."
"We need to refine the pills first. The Blood Baleful Intent Tower people might continue their pursuit at any time; we must find an exit as soon as possible."
Ling Xueyao caught the pill, glanced at it, but did not swallow it.
As the eldest princess of the Great Qian Dynasty, the elixirs she had consumed naturally far exceeded those of ordinary martial artists.
Chu Yunfei only took out ordinary Grade 3 healing pills, which had very limited effect on experts at the Heavenly Origin Realm.
Ling Xueyao raised her head, her gaze sweeping over the bloodstain on Chu Yunfei's throat.
Although she didn't actually stab him, the sword still managed to cut Chu Yunfei.
After a brief silence, she took out a white jade bottle from her storage ring and tossed it to Chu Yunfei.
"This is a royal fourth-grade healing elixir, capable of repairing broken bones and damaged meridians. Consider that sword strike I owe you."
Chu Yunfei took the jade bottle, smelled it, and after confirming there was no problem, tilted his head back and drank it.
The cooling medicinal properties entered the body and quickly flowed along the meridians to the limbs and bones, thus healing the unhealed injuries.
The effects of the fourth-grade spiritual liquid are indeed far superior to those of ordinary healing pills.
He nodded in satisfaction. "If Your Highness truly feels indebted, why not exchange the reward for spirit stones? I'm a practical person."
Ling Xueyao glanced at him coldly, then swallowed the healing pill and closed her eyes to circulate her spiritual energy.
"Once you return to the capital, as long as you can cure your father, you will receive everything you were promised. As for what happened today, you'd better forget about it completely."
Chu Yunfei casually replied, "I'll try my best."
"Try your best?"
Ling Xueyao opened her eyes, and the anger she had just suppressed resurfaced.
Is there even a concept of "trying your best" in this kind of thing?
Just as she was about to continue her warning, Chu Yunfei turned and walked towards the broken stone platform.
Ling Xueyao stared at his retreating figure, her chest heaving slightly.
But remembering the awkwardness she had felt earlier, she ultimately suppressed the urge to speak.
If we continue arguing about this matter, she will only be the one who suffers.
Chu Yunfei arrived in front of the stone platform and looked around again.
The Soul-Locking Formation that imprisoned the demon soul has dissipated, and the black stone platform, which is more than ten feet high, has lost its golden light. The surface of the stone platform is covered with mottled sword marks, some of which penetrate several feet into the stone platform, clearly left by the demon soul during its struggle over the past thousand years.
The Weeping Blood Sword was originally stuck in the stone wall behind.
Now, the Weeping Blood Sword has been devoured by the Abyss Swallower, leaving only a narrow, elongated hilt.
Chu Yunfei raised his hand and pressed it against the side of the stone platform.
As my palm touched the stone wall, a chilling sensation traveled up my fingertips.
"This stone platform is rather strange."
Chu Yunfei tapped the stone wall; the sound was very dull.
After a moment of reflection, Xiaoxiao Dragon also dropped his previous tone of watching the spectacle.
"There are array patterns inside the stone platform, but they were obscured by the aura of that demonic soul. Now that the demonic soul has dissipated, some of the array patterns are being revealed."
Chu Yunfei slowly walked around the stone platform.
A place that imprisons a Dao Mysterious Realm demon soul would not have only one Soul-Locking Formation.
Luo Wuxu suppressed the demon soul here for a thousand years, and it was to force him to reveal clues about the ruins of the Demon Race Sacred Land. There are likely other things left near the stone platform.
After refining a portion of the medicinal power, Ling Xueyao also stood up, supporting herself with the golden slender sword.
She walked a few feet behind Chu Yunfei and cautiously observed her surroundings.
What was once imprisoned here?
When Ling Xueyao woke up, the demon soul and the eight assassins had all disappeared. She only saw traces all over the ground and the lingering aura of the array on the broken stone platform.
Chu Yunfei didn't mention the details of the Abyss-Devouring Sword consuming the demon soul, only saying simply, "A remnant soul of Demon Race race that had been suppressed for a thousand years. The eight assassins who pursued it all died at its hands, and the demon soul was also devoured by the backlash of the formation and has completely dissipated."
Ling Xueyao's expression changed slightly.
The array above the abyss can suppress ninety percent of a martial artist's spiritual power, and a thousand-year-old demon soul is imprisoned at the bottom. Such a method can only be set up by the Dao Mysterious Realm expert.
Why did the person who set up the formation leave the demon's soul here?
"Interrogate them for clues about a certain place."
Chu Yunfei continued his exploration along the stone platform, without revealing anything about the Demon Race Sacred Land.
Ling Xueyao didn't press the matter further.
Every martial artist has their own secrets.
Chu Yunfei was clearly hiding more than she had imagined.
He can fight against the Heavenly Origin Realm expert with the Ninth Level of the Spirit Martial Realm, he can break the Blood Baleful Intent Soul-Locking Formation, and he can recognize the Flawless Spirit Physique at a glance.
If Chu Yunfei were truly as simple as he appeared, the Heavenly Sword Sect wouldn't have sent Divine Sea Realm elder to hunt him down.
Ling Xueyao watched Chu Yunfei's retreating figure, and her mind began to scrutinize this nominally favored prince consort.
When Chu Yunfei reached the back of the stone platform, he suddenly stopped.
There was a very shallow dent in the ground.
The dent blended seamlessly with the surrounding cracks in the stone, and would have been completely undetectable had the Abyss-Devouring Sword not shattered the nearby stone wall when it devoured the Weeping Blood Sword.
Chu Yunfei squatted down and cleared the pebbles from the dent.
A fragmented array pattern then became visible.