Yue Qingling didn't have time to talk to Huang Xinyan.

The Empress will arrive soon, and if she discovers the divine consciousness on the dagger, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Only by having the jailer collect the body and throw Huang Xinyan's corpse out can she temporarily escape this place.

As for what happens after we leave...

Yue Qingling wasn't thinking that far ahead.

As he patted, two guards indeed came over.

This is what the Empress just brought over.

It seems the Empress really did go out for a short while, otherwise there would be no one responding to Yue Qingling deep in the dungeon.

The two guards dared not look at Yue Qingling; they used the dragon tendons to pull out Huang Xinyan's body.

The corpse was a spy from the Demonic Cult; they couldn't even be bothered to lift it, so they just dragged it out by its legs.

A dark red bloodstain was left on the ground.

The two walked along, whispering to each other.

"Hey, isn't this the little immortal from Yunlin Mountain? He's really been captured by our Demonic Sect?"

"Immortal Venerable? Once Her Majesty the Empress is done with her business, his time as Immortal Venerable will be over."

Their voices faded into the distance.

Yue Qingling sat on the ground, lost in thought.

He remained powerless to do anything about what would happen to Huang Xinyan next.

What should I do?

Yue Qingling searched her mind for information; the "Chan Nu Immortal Technique" contained all sorts of knowledge.

It even includes the entire contents of "The Gentle Breeze and Bright Moon Manual".

Yue Qingling read it carefully, and finally, he also found Chapter Thirteen of the Bright Moon Chapter.

But after he finished reading it, he felt utterly hopeless.

The cultivation rules set up by Empress Qingyue were truly flawless.

Those who practice the Chan Nu Immortal Technique are essentially working for the Qingyue Sect!

Trying to run away?

Absolutely impossible!

The only solution is to seal off the three-inch spiritual platform.

However, the consequence is that during the period of seclusion, he will lose all his cultivation and return to being an ordinary mortal.

It will take a month to start.

But in this dungeon, what difference does it make whether he's a mortal or not?

It's just that they'll die a more gruesome death.

Moreover, the more Yue Qingling read the Bright Moon Chapter, the more frightened she became.

The Empress's divine sense could enter his spiritual platform and manipulate his primordial spirit at will; this was merely the simplest method of control.

It also has various refining abilities, and can even be used as a furnace.

If the Empress were to experiment even slightly, Yue Qingling would only be left to suffer.

We absolutely cannot let Leng Feiran continue her research!

Yue Qingling made up her mind that even if she was killed by this evil cult empress, she would not become her puppet!

"Seal! Seal the three-inch spiritual platform!"

Yue Qingling heard the Empress's footsteps.

He made a decisive decision and chose to seal his cultivation.

"Cough cough..."

When the Empress arrived at the door, she heard Yue Qingling's weak cough.

She was slightly taken aback. What was wrong?

Is he sick?

Can even a Celestial Immortal in the Heavenly Cultivation Realm get sick?

Fortunately, Yue Qingling only choked a little.

He looked up at Leng Feiran, quietly waiting for her to decide what to do.

Leng Feiran was in a good mood. She saw that Huang Xinyan's body was no longer in the cell, and knew that the person was dead.

As for the dagger, she didn't bother asking. Yue Qingling didn't have the guts to hide a murder weapon, and even if he had, it wouldn't have mattered.

She walked straight in, touched the jade hairpin in her hair, and smiled charmingly.

Is it pretty?

Leng Feiran was stunningly beautiful, and her bright red dress further accentuated her imperial aura.

Despite the jewels adorning her head, this jade hairpin was rather inconspicuous.

But she just felt happy.

I also excitedly asked Yue Qingling how she was doing.

Yue Qingling said softly, "It's quite beautiful."

If you don't say these words, you'll suffer physical pain.

Leng Feiran was even happier. She disregarded her image as an empress, squatted down in front of him, and said in a coquettish tone, "No, say a few more words. I want to hear you praise me."

Yue Qingling gave a wry smile: "I...I'm bad with words."

Leng Feiran frowned; in that instant, her mood soured.

That's how unpredictable things are.

She stood up, looking down at Yue Qingling: "You just don't want to praise me, do you?"

As she lifted her leg, her long, straight thigh landed on Yue Qingling's shoulder, causing Yue Qingling's body to sink.

"Look at the mess you're making here. You've gotten my shoes all dirty. Tell me, what are you going to do about it?"

Leng Feiran narrowed her phoenix eyes, and her tone became dangerous.

Yue Qingling lowered her head, biting her lip, hesitant.

"Say something."

With a forceful kick, Leng Feiran sent Yue Qingling sprawling to the ground.

Leng Feiran smiled slightly.

She liked Yue Qingling's conflicted state.

They want to resist but can't, they want to try but are too embarrassed to admit it.

With that conflicted expression, he ended up feeling incredibly frustrated.

Little Immortal of Yunlin Mountain, you are so adorable.

Yue Qingling lowered her eyes and said softly, "I'll wipe it for you."

Leng Feiran lifted her skirt, revealing her snow-white stockings.

Red shoes and white socks, as beautiful as a flower.

"You got off easy!"

"..."

...(omitting 10,000 words!)

"Yue Qingling, you're incredibly bold!"

Leng Feiran sat on Yue Qingling's back with her legs crossed, playing with the other's hair with one hand, and said in a cold tone.

Yue Qingling knelt on the ground, his arms aching, but he dared not complain. He remained silent when he heard Leng Feiran's words.

Leng Feiran had already realized that he had sealed off his three-inch spiritual platform.

Conflict is inevitable; he has to get through it!

Leng Feiran didn't get up and just sat there.

She mocked him sarcastically, "If you're so eager to sever your primordial spirit, won't you lose your cultivation? In the end, won't you still be living in this dungeon?"

"Just so I won't touch your soul?"

Yue Qingling lowered her head and murmured, "The Empress can do whatever she wants, but I really can't bear that kind of method."

"hehe!"

Leng Feiran chuckled and stood up, looking at Yue Qingling who was kneeling on the ground like a stool, and said, "You've taken it upon yourself to make the decision. Then you can continue to rot in this dungeon."

After saying that, she got up to leave.

But at that moment, Yue Qingling suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but smile softly.

But then, realizing his lapse in composure, he quickly replaced it with a cough.

However, the Empress had already turned her head.

She narrowed her phoenix eyes and said coldly, "Oh, you can even laugh? Are you so happy that I'm leaving?"

Yue Qingling quickly pressed her head to the ground and said, "Your Majesty, please forgive me, I only coughed."

Do you think I'm deaf?

Leng Feiran stopped walking. She squatted down in front of Yue Qingling again, looking at the boy's slender waist, and suddenly had another thought.

This traitor has sealed his own mind; he's a useless cripple.

There's not much point in staying in this dungeon anymore.

It's quite troublesome to come here every day.

Why not take him to your boudoir?