"puff……"

Yu Qingzhu cut through the space barrier, avoided the murderous intent, and arrived in the Eastern Region in an instant.

He had just landed from the void when he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"What a magnificent move, the Yellow Springs Sword Intent! What a shrewd move, Bai Xinian! Two thousand years have passed, yet your strength remains undiminished."

If I hadn't moved quickly, I would probably have perished again before the Nine Luminaries Divine Abyss today.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he glanced at the outline of the Jade Pool Holy Land in the distance, his demonic eyes gleaming.

"The Holy Land of Yaochi? I can use the holy water of Yaochi to expel the remaining Huangquan sword power in my body."

Thinking of this, she immediately transformed into a nine-tailed celestial fox and sped towards the Yaochi Holy Land.

At this time, in the Yao Chi Holy Palace, in the Yao Chi Tianhe, Luo Pianhong was soaking in the holy river and trying hard to wash his body.

"Dirty, too dirty, too dirty!"

The thought of her body being touched by a scoundrel like Ye Aojun made Luo Pianhong feel nauseous from the inside out.

She scrubbed her skin vigorously, unwilling to let it go even if it turned her delicate skin red.

By the sacred pool, Song Yanran gently stroked the strings of her zither, her heart remaining as still as water despite the surging waves within.

After a long while, when the music ended, she finally turned her gaze to Luo Pianhong.

"Are you planning on changing your skin? If you keep rubbing it, it'll rot."

Upon hearing this, Luo Pianhong turned to look at Song Yanran, then retorted stubbornly, "I like using the water from the Sacred Pool to wash and scrub myself. What's so strange about that? Why don't you come down with me?"

Song Yanran chuckled and shook her head: "You're such a stubborn child. No need for that, just go ahead and wash, and make sure you're clean."

This one sentence immediately caused Luo Pianhong to break down emotionally once again.

"What do you mean by that? Are you saying I'm dirty?"

Song Yanran looked puzzled: "What are you talking about? Don't you like the water in the Sacred Pool? What's wrong with me telling you to wash in it more often?"

Upon hearing this, Luo Pianhong immediately became anxious: "What exactly do you mean by that? Do you still not believe me?"

Song Yanran was speechless: "What on earth are you thinking about, girl? How could I not believe you?"

"You just don't believe me!" Luo Pianhong's eyes gradually welled up with tears. "You must think that I was violated by that person. Your eyes tell me that you're just laughing at me."

"Sigh~"

Song Yanran felt a little tired, sighed silently and shook her head.

"Look at you, with that expression right now, it's clear that you don't trust me and don't want to believe that I'm innocent."

Luo Pianhong almost choked with sobs.

"Now you're satisfied, right? As long as you tell Shen Zhaoyi, he'll definitely look down on me."

"I'll never have another chance to compete with you for Shen Zhao. You must be secretly thrilled right now, right?"

Song Yanran was too lazy to argue with her any longer. She got up, gracefully reclined on a side armchair, casually opened a book, and began to read quietly.

As a result, Luo Pianhong saw this and said again: "Look at you, you have begun to dislike me now.

She won't even say a word to me. She must feel ashamed to be my sister, right?

Song Yanran looked up at her and said slowly, "Have you finished making a scene? Your mouth is getting more and more unruly."

If you keep talking nonsense, I'll tear it to shreds, so you can at least have some peace and quiet by being mute.

"If you tear my mouth apart, will I be unable to defend myself?"

This leaves me no room for further explanation, so you've got what you want, right?

"well--"

Song Yanran was exhausted by the noise. She sighed, stood up, walked to the holy pool, bent down and stared at Luo Pianhong, but did not say a word.

"What do you mean by looking at me like that? Are you laughing at me?"

As soon as Luo Pianhong finished speaking, Song Yanran slowly raised her jade arm.

"Ah, what are you going to do—"

Luo Pian was so scared that he quickly swam back several meters and immersed his whole body in the pool.

As a result, Song Yanran simply dipped her fair, jade-like hand into the water and gently swayed it back and forth twice.

"It's neither right to say it nor not to say it, what do you want me to do to calm down?

You said you wanted to come to the Yaochi Holy Land to find Sister Jiang to testify. I agreed to your request, but she wasn't there. Then you said you wanted to bathe in the holy pool.

I still didn't say anything. I'm not in a hurry at all, so why are you so anxious?

Luo Pianhong: "That's because this didn't happen to you. You know, back when such a big thing happened in the Longhan Heavenly Dynasty..."

When your subjects all misunderstood you as a tyrant and a harlot, what would have happened if Shen Zhao hadn't defended you?

“Then I would rather give up the throne and be an ordinary woman, following Shen Zhao from now on. Wherever he goes, I will go. Wouldn’t that be better?”

"That's easy for you to say. That's because someone else has debunked the rumors for you, while I'm destined to bear all of this alone."

"Did I say I didn't believe you? You just think that other people's way of looking at you has changed. Why are you so insecure? This is not like you at all."

Before Luo Pianhong could say anything more, a long howl of a fox suddenly came from afar, heading straight for the Yaochi Holy Land.

"Something's up, stop messing around!"

As soon as Song Yanran finished speaking, she transformed into a golden dragon and flew into the void.

"The aura of a demon? Sister, wait for me."

Luo Pianhong immediately turned around and got dressed in the blink of an eye, and followed Song Yanran away.

In the void of the sacred Jade Pool, a nine-tailed white fox and a five-clawed golden dragon circled each other.

As the illusory image dissipated, Yu Qingzhu's figure and Song Yanran's Emperor Venerable simultaneously stepped forward to confront each other.

Upon recognizing the person, Yu Qingzhu frowned and asked, "It's you, Song Yanran?"

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