Chapter 1378 The Demonic Sect is Yours

"I'm here, there's no need to go anywhere else."

Suddenly, Master Han floated in through the window.

He raised his hand to set up a protective barrier before sitting down with peace of mind.

"Uncle-Master, about the dragon energy..."

“I sensed a clue just now and came here, and sure enough,” he turned his gaze to Song Chunxue, “Did you find it again?”

“That’s right, Master found them.” Qi Yun crossed his arms. “No wonder Changfeng and Changyun like to follow Master around; they definitely won’t suffer any losses.”

Master Han tapped the table. "I've already decided where this dragon energy will go. Xie Zheng, among those candidates, who do you prefer?"

Xie Zheng gave a name.

“Okay, that’s fine. That’s what we all think, but for now, we can’t put this dragon energy on him.” He clenched his fist, his expression revealing his excitement. “Now that we’ve secured this heavenly secret, we can’t let it go to waste.”

"I'll leave it all to my master's arrangements." Song Chunxue had no objection to this.

"Alright, then I'll make the arrangements. Tonight, we..."

They leaned closer together, whispering something, and everything proceeded gradually and smoothly.

Conversely, within the imperial city and the gathering place of the imperial relatives, the surface appeared calm, but in reality, bloody battles raged on.

Throughout history, the struggle for imperial power has been the most brutal.

No one could have imagined that the remaining seven parts of the dragon's energy were hidden behind the gate of the Golden Palace, covered by an inconspicuous yellow cloth.

Because of a restriction placed on it, the dragon energy could not be returned until that unremarkable new emperor ascended the throne.

Master Han felt that the appearance of the dragon aura in the Imperial Garden was definitely not a coincidence.

Everyone says it's fate, but sometimes, fate combined with human effort is what makes a miracle.

Song Chunxue rested in Qi Yun's courtyard for three days. News came from the capital that the new emperor would ascend the throne the next day.

“Master Han is right not to assign any tasks to Master. We’ve been encountering extremely dangerous things lately. They’ve reached their end and don’t care about anything anymore.” Qi Yun dragged his tired steps and pushed open Song Chunxue’s door. “Master, could you pour me a cup of tea?”

She was flipping through a storybook she'd bought on the street. "Pour it yourself. Is there anything I can do to help you?"

She had originally intended to visit the Taoist priest of Gushan these past few days, but Master Han forbade it.

Upon further inquiry, it was learned that the Fengyu Temple had been attacked by two forces a few days earlier, and half of the young disciples who were righteous and wanted to eliminate evil cultivators had perished.

Half, at least ten people.

This number shocked Song Chunxue.

"Do you have any news about what's been happening with patchouli lately?"

Qi Yun took a sip of tea and asked seriously, "What does Master want to do?"

"It's nothing, I was just asking."

Qi Yun could roughly guess, and while touching the teacup, he said indirectly, "They are now entangled with evil cultivators. According to the rumors about him in the martial arts world, he is unconventional and his behavior is strange and unpredictable. Master, it would be best to avoid contact with him."

He leaned forward and deliberately lowered his voice, "Lord Xie keeps asking me what you've been busy with these past few days, but I haven't told you."

"Um."

"..." No fun. Qi Yun sat cross-legged. "I'll rest for half an hour and then leave. Call me when you need me."

"Okay, take a nap." Song Chunxue's ears twitched, sensing a subtle movement.

Who's here?

[That dream lover has taken a liking to your dream again. Don't hold back this time, ask for a higher price; your dream is very valuable.]

Song Chunxue lowered her eyes. "I won't sell it, not for any amount of money."

The next moment, Qi Yun's head lolled to the side and he fell into a deep sleep.

Song Chunxue threw down three chess pieces, "Insolence!"

"Bang... Clang~"

Something the size of a watermelon fell to the ground, rolled a distance, and then stopped.

The thing suddenly grew up, and it was indeed the same as the dream lover I had seen at first sight.

"A good recovery. You haven't slacked off in the past twenty years." Song Chunxue propped her head up with one hand, a half-smile on her face. "Congratulations."

"Please don't do this, I'm terrified." Meng Zhongjun clasped his hands together, his tone extremely sincere. "Master Song, I really have no other choice but to come to you in such a shameless manner. Please save my master. He actually has a heart full of justice and wants to get rid of those evil spirits, but his scheme has been seen through, and now he is probably going to die."

As he spoke, he wiped away his tears and pleaded in a choked voice, "Master Song, please save him. From now on, everything we have will belong to you, including the entire Demon Sect."

What use would I have for the Demonic Sect?

"Agree to him." The usually silent tyrant suddenly spoke up. "I'll agree first; he wasn't lying."

P.S.: My dears, it's my brother's wedding today, more to come later~