The dust has settled

Mo Zuili took a deep breath, gripped the Phoenix Flame Spear tightly, and the crimson spiritual power at the tip of the spear suddenly surged. In the instant that Hua Fei was thrown back to her feet by the shockwave, Mo Zuili shot out like an arrow.

"clang!"

The Phoenix Flame Spear collided with Hua Fei's short blade, causing Mo Zuili's tiger's mouth to go numb from the impact.

Hua Fei's strength was too formidable. Despite using a short, sharp dagger, her strength was even greater than that of a body cultivator who had specifically trained.

Hua Fei sneered, swung his short blade, creating afterimages, forcing Mo Zuili to retreat and block with his spear.

Hua Fei raised an eyebrow, looking at Mo Zuili with disdain, her tone icy as she said, "You've climbed quite fast with your cultivation through some crooked methods. But can such superficial cultivation stop me?"

Mo Zuili didn't answer, but instead threw out two lightning talismans. Bluish-purple arcs of electricity exploded at Hua Fei's feet.

Mo Zuili used the momentum to spin around, and the Phoenix Flame Spear pierced straight into Hua Fei's heart.

Mo Zuili's spear thrust was swift and ruthless, but Hua Fei parried it precisely with her short blade, the blade sliding down the shaft with a series of piercing metallic clangs.

Hua Fei's wrist strength suddenly increased, and the short blade abruptly changed direction, slashing towards Mo Zuili's wrist holding the gun.

Mo Zuili quickly holstered her gun to dodge, and with lightning speed, retrieved a pair of wristbands from her storage ring and put them on. Then she threw out a handful of fire talismans.

"A trivial skill."

Hua Fei sneered, and with a backhand slash, she created a spatial rift, appearing behind Mo Zuili and forcing Mo Zuili to defend herself.

With a slanted dagger, Hua Fei precisely parried Mo Zuili's spear shaft. In the instant the two were locked in a struggle, Hua Fei's wrist suddenly flipped, and the short blade slid down the spear shaft again like a viper's tongue, its tip flashing coldly, aiming straight for Mo Zuili's wrist that was holding the spear.

Just as the short blade was about to touch her skin, the wrist guard on Mo Zuili's wrist suddenly detached with a "hum" and turned into a black shadow that rushed straight towards Hua Fei's face.

Hua Fei's pupils contracted slightly. Just as she was about to dodge to the side, the wrist guard exploded in mid-air.

The shockwave ruffled Hua Fei's hair, and she staggered back half a step. Looking at the empty space on Mo Zuili's wrist, anger finally flashed in her eyes: "You only know how to rely on these unorthodox methods?"

Mo Zuili did not answer. Taking advantage of the moment when Hua Fei was unsteady, he flicked the tip of his spear, forcing Hua Fei to defend herself.

After a few moves, Hua Fei gradually grew impatient. He let out a soft snort and suddenly unleashed a powerful burst of spiritual energy, which surged into his short blade like a tidal wave.

A distorted phantom suddenly appeared on the short blade, and the blade grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, heading straight for Mo Zuili's throat.

Mo Zuili gritted her teeth and dodged, catching a glimpse of Qing Shanyue behind her. Hua Fei's short blade swept across her shoulder, and a deep, bone-revealing wound suddenly appeared.

Hua Fei sneered, wanting to finish off Mo Zuili in one fell swoop, but then noticed a smile suddenly appear on Mo Zuili's face.

A bad feeling crept into my mind.

In the instant Hua Fei was distracted, Mo Zuili had already closed in, his right hand forming a fist, the fist wind condensed with spiritual energy aimed directly at Hua Fei's face.

Hua Fei turned to dodge, but froze at the last second.

An invisible force suddenly wrapped around Hua Fei's limbs. It was neither the cold restraint of spatial confinement nor the heavy shackles of spiritual power suppression. It was more like countless fine needles precisely piercing into her body, making it impossible for her to move even her fingertips.

Hua Fei's heart trembled violently.

This is bloodline suppression!

Taking advantage of Hua Fei's frozen stance, Mo Zuili punched Hua Fei in the chest.

"puff--"

Hua Fei spat out a mouthful of blood, and her body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

Mo Zuili wanted to press his advantage, but the eleventh prince, Hua Fei's younger brother, seeing Hua Fei injured, rushed forward without thinking and thrust his sword at Mo Zuili's back.

Mo Zuili smiled disdainfully, his movements unchanged, still aiming straight at Hua Fei.

Just as the eleventh prince's longsword was about to pierce Mo Zuili, he suddenly froze in place, feeling the same kind of restraint that he had felt with Cai Fei just now.

After punching the man a few times, Mo Zuili reached into his storage ring and pulled out two pale gray pills the size of pigeon eggs, which he then fed to Hua Fei and the Eleventh Prince.

The Spirit-Locking Pill is a rare functional pill on the market. It can seal the flow of a cultivator's spiritual power for half an hour, making it an essential item for restraining high-level cultivators.

Feeling a chill in her dantian, Hua Fei's surging spiritual energy dissipated like a receding tide. She tried to mobilize her spiritual energy but received no response. Her expression turned extremely ugly, and she roared at Mo Zuili, "What did you do to us?"

Mo Zuili ignored her question and pulled out two bundles of spirit-binding ropes from his Sumeru Ring.

In no time, they tied Hua Fei and the eleventh prince up tightly.

After doing all this, Mo Zuili finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Qing Shanyue: "Now..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Zuili saw Qing Shanyue cough up blood while clutching her chest.

Mo Zuili hurriedly stepped forward to help the person up.

Before Mo Zuili could speak, Qing Shanyue gently shook her head and said weakly, "I can still hold on. Let's go to Ao Lin's side and finish this quickly."

"Okay." Mo Zuili responded and bent down to pick up Qing Shanyue in her arms, activating her spatial power.

In the next instant, the two of them flashed to the edge of the battle circle where Qi Shuyan and Ao Lin were locked in combat.

Mo Zuili carefully put Qing Shanyue down. Once Qing Shanyue was steady, Mo Zuili took out a Rejuvenation Pill and stuffed it into the person's mouth. Then, she forcefully pressed a white jade porcelain bottle into Qing Shanyue's palm and said, "Hold the pill in your mouth. If your spiritual energy can't keep up, just drop one."

Qing Shanyue held the porcelain bottle for a moment, then swallowed the pill and nodded in agreement.

No sooner had she finished speaking than Mo Zuili charged into the battle like an arrow released from a bow.

Ao Lin had noticed Hua Fei's subjugation earlier. He hadn't expected Hua Fei to be captured so easily. Now, seeing Mo Zuili rushing towards him with the Phoenix Flame Spear, a hint of fear finally surfaced deep in his eyes.

"This farce should end now." Mo Zuili's voice was soft, but it struck Ao Lin's heart like a heavy hammer.

The moment Mo Zuili finished speaking, Ao Lin suddenly froze on the spot.

A chill ran through the depths of his bloodline, making Ao Lin's limbs feel heavy, and his spiritual energy condensed into a ball in his meridians.

Ao Lin's pupils contracted sharply; he understood why Hua Fei had lost so quickly.

Qi Shuyan seized the opportunity and thrust her longsword straight at Ao Lin's wrist.

With a clang, Ao Lin's weapon flew out of his hand and was kicked in the chest by Qi Shuyan, causing him to stagger and kneel on the ground.

Mo Zuili spun around and arrived, the tip of the Phoenix Flame Spear pressed against Ao Lin's throat, the crimson spiritual power making Ao Lin's face turn deathly pale.

Mo Zuili fed Ao Lin the pills, tied him up, and helped Qing Shanyue rest for a while. Finally, Qing Shanyue personally crippled the three of them and had them escorted to the Dragon Clan's Heavenly Prison for temporary custody by the golden-armored guards.

After temporarily settling matters concerning Ao Lin and the others, Mo Zuili helped Qing Shanyue walk towards the sacrificial site.

The wind whipped up their robes, and Qing Shanyue's hair was blown against her cheeks.

"Now you can tell me, right?"

Mo Zuili asked the question that had been lingering in her mind for a long time: "Why, even after ascending to the throne, are you still unable to freely use the power of bloodline suppression?"

Qing Shanyue paused, her voice weaker than usual: "Although I have established a connection with the Dragon Pattern Jade Seal, I need my own spiritual power to activate its suppressive power."

Qing Shanyue raised her hand and handed her wrist to Mo Zuili, saying, "I underestimated the underhanded tricks Hua Fei used on me. The cold poison has now spread throughout my body. In my battle with Jun Yuze, I used too much spiritual power. Now, as long as I activate my spiritual power, it will cause the cold poison to backfire on my meridians."

Mo Zuili frowned, offering a somewhat helpless consolation: "I'll ask my master for help; he'll definitely have a solution."

As Mo Zuili was speaking, she suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, where is Jun Yuze?"

Qing Shanyue's tone carried a subtle complexity as she said, "After Hua Fei and Ao Lin were imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison, he sealed his cultivation, saying he would stay in seclusion to reflect on his mistakes. Just now, he sent over a few bottles of precious pills."

Mo Zuili scoffed.

So Jun Yuze was just watching the fight when Qing Shanyue was fighting.

If Qing Shanyue had lost just now, Jun Yuze would have staged another scenario where the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

The two walked to the giant gate of the sacrificial site, where Zhulin and his priests were still waiting in the open space.

Mo Zuili watched as Qing Shanyue was helped into the giant gate. She stood there for a moment, her fingertips repeatedly stroking the Dragon Emperor Token that Qing Shanyue had just given her.

In the Dragon Realm, this token carries a weight comparable to the Dragon Pattern Jade Seal; seeing the token is like seeing the Dragon Emperor himself.

Mo Zuili chuckled and put the token into her Sumeru Ring.

Mo Zuili understood the meaning of the token. In addition to letting her temporarily handle the affairs of the Dragon Clan, Qing Shanyue wanted her to take the opportunity to personally contact the princes and generals of the various branches of the Dragon Clan.

If I need to borrow someone from Qingshan Yue in the future, I can directly select a trustworthy person, saving me the trouble of getting them to work together.

It can be considered mutually beneficial.

Mo Zuili's eyes darkened; the Dragon Domain was now a complete mess.

Mo Zuili and Qingshan Yue had already discussed the general direction of how to deal with Ao Lin, Hua Fei, and Jun Yuze in private.

At this moment, Mo Zuili, holding the Dragon Emperor's Token, called Qi Shuyan and Zhu Zhu, who insisted on joining in the fun, and headed straight for the Heavenly Prison.

Deep within the dungeon, damp and cold, Ao Lin was bound to the stone wall by the Spirit-Binding Rope. When he saw Mo Zuili approaching with the token in his hand, the ambition in his eyes had long been crushed by fear.

Ao Lin's face was grim. Seeing Mo Zuili enter the cell, he forced a fawning smile and pleaded in a trembling voice, "I am willing to submit to the new emperor and obey his every command from now on..."

Mo Zuili didn't even lift her eyelids, and gestured with her chin to the Mo Zuili beside her: "Hold it down."

Qi Shuyan stepped forward to restrain Ao Lin's struggling limbs, while Mo Zuili slowly approached, gathering spiritual power at her fingertips and striking Ao Lin's acupoints with lightning speed.

Spiritual energy pierced his meridians like ice spikes. Ao Lin first let out a shrill scream, his eyes surging with rage, and he cursed, "You dare to cripple my cultivation? I..."

Before the cursing could finish, Mo Zuili struck his dantian with a backhand.

The spiritual energy within Ao Lin's body instantly became chaotic and ran rampant. The excruciating pain of his meridians breaking inch by inch distorted his face. In the end, all his anger turned into endless fear. Before he completely lost consciousness, all that remained in his eyes was the horror of death.

Mo Zuili still felt it wasn't safe enough, so she took out a few pills from her storage ring, pried open Ao Lin's mouth, and stuffed them all in.

Finally, they checked the spirit-binding ropes and the cells that restricted spiritual power one last time, and even checked each of the golden-armored guards outside the door to make sure there were no suspicious persons.