Wang Gang withdrew his hand, felt the divine power surging in his body, and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

"As expected of a pure Yin body, it's indeed nourishing."

He flicked his fingertips, and a wisp of black devil flame fell on Wang Jing's body. In an instant, the mummy turned into ashes, without even a trace left.

"Third Prince, when my magic power reaches perfection, I will make you pay for your blood debt with blood!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure had transformed into a black streak of light and sped towards the northern sky.

…

Mo Xuan sat cross-legged on the stone platform in the side courtyard of the palace, the moonlight pouring down on her pale face like water.

For three months, she had hardly slept a wink since she was rescued and brought back to the palace by the Second Prince Zhao Lingyu.

Whenever I close my eyes, the scene of my tribesmen’s tragic death flashes through my mind.

Mo Xuan bit her lip, and the smell of blood stimulated her nerves.

She formed seals with her hands and forcibly activated the fifth level of the "Black Evil Poison Sutra", a forbidden technique that only the elders of the clan could practice.

A tearing pain ripped through her veins, but she paid no heed. What was this little pain worth as long as she could get revenge?

As the night deepened, a strange black mist began to seep out of Mo Xuan's body. It was the poisonous gas unique to the black-bellied spider clan.

But at this moment, the black mist was no longer as docile as usual, but was running around on her body like an out-of-control beast.

Her nails had become black and sharp at some point, digging deep into the stone platform.

"Zhao Lingzhen!"

She gritted her teeth and repeated the name of her enemy, and the man with a handsome face but sinister eyes appeared in front of her.

It was him who almost wiped out the entire Black-bellied Spider clan with a bounty order.

Suddenly, Mo Xuan felt dizzy, and the divine power in his body began to flow back uncontrollably.

She tried to calm herself down, but the faces of her dead tribesmen appeared before her eyes one by one. They were bleeding from all seven orifices and stretched out their rotten hands to grab the corners of her clothes.

"Why are you still alive?"

"Avenge us!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

The sounds grew louder and louder, almost tearing her eardrums.

Mo Xuan hugged his head in pain, and the divine power in his body completely ran wild.

She let out a scream that was not like a human voice, and her eyes turned completely blood red.

Bang!

After a moment, Zhao Lingyu, sensing a special aura, pushed open the door.

"Becoming possessed?"

Mo Xuan turned her head suddenly, and the white dress was particularly eye-catching in the moonlight.

But at this moment her reason had been devoured by her inner demons, and she mistook the person in front of her for the third prince.

"die!"

Mo Xuan screamed and rushed over, her ten fingers like hooks going straight for Zhao Lingyu's throat.

Zhao Lingyu frowned slightly, without moving, but just raised his hand slightly, and a golden light curtain appeared in front of him.

Mo Xuan crashed into the light curtain, roared like a beast, and attacked the barrier frantically.

"It seems to be more serious than I thought."

Zhao Lingyu sighed and took out a jade box from his sleeve. Inside was a emerald green pill.

He snapped his fingers and sent the pill out. The light curtain disappeared instantly, and the pill flew accurately into Mo Xuan's mouth, which was opened because of his roar.

The pill melted in the mouth, and a cool feeling rushed from the throat straight to the dantian.

Mo Xuan's movements suddenly froze, and the blood color in his eyes gradually faded.

She collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, gasping for breath, her clothes soaked with cold sweat.

Zhao Lingyu walked slowly towards her and looked down at her.

"The fifth level of the Black Poison Sutra. With your current level of cultivation, forcing yourself to practice is tantamount to seeking death."

Mo Xuan struggled to stand up, his voice hoarse.

"I have to get stronger as soon as possible."

"With your current strength, even if you train for another ten years, you may not be a match for my third brother."

Zhao Lingyu ruthlessly broke her unrealistic illusion and continued.

"Not to mention that he has protectors beside him, he himself is at the Divine Venerable Realm, and it is said that his strength has reached the Divine Emperor Realm."

These words were like a sharp knife piercing Mo Xuan's heart. She clenched her fists and said with some dissatisfaction.

"Then I'll try it too! Do you want me to watch my enemy get away with it?"

Zhao Lingyu was silent for a moment, then suddenly turned around and said, "Follow me."

Mo Xuan struggled to stand up and staggered to follow.

They passed through several corridors and came to a secluded attic in the palace.

Zhao Lingyu pushed open the door and saw an elegantly decorated tea room inside.

"Do you know why I was able to arrive in time?"

He gestured for Mo Xuan to sit down, and he personally brewed a pot of refreshing tea.

"Because I've sensed the chaotic fluctuations of your divine power during your cultivation for seven consecutive nights, and tonight it finally erupted."

Mo Xuan looked down at her reflection in the teacup. It was a haggard face with bloodshot eyes. Where was her former charm?

"Thank you for your help, Your Highness."

She spoke mechanically, but her mind was still on revenge.

Zhao Lingyu took a sip of tea and suddenly changed the subject.

"If you want revenge, cultivation may not be the only way."

Mo Xuan raised his head suddenly: "What do you think, Your Highness?"

"My third brother has a well-known weakness, he is lustful." Zhao Lingyu curled his lips into a sneer.

Mo Xuan didn't react for a moment: "What does Your Highness mean?"

"Become an oiran, get close to him, and find an opportunity to strike." Zhao Lingyu looked directly into Mo Xuan's eyes. "This is the fastest way."

The tea room suddenly became eerily quiet. Mo Xuan felt dizzy and almost dropped the teacup in her hand.

Oiran?

Is she going to become a prostitute for other people's pleasure just to get revenge?

Thinking of this, she subconsciously shook her head.

"How can this be possible?"

Zhao Lingyu was not surprised by her reaction and just said it calmly.

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