Although Guangcheng Daojun had expected this, he was still very angry: "I knew he wasn't dead. I never imagined that after searching for him for so many years, he would have changed his identity and hidden in Wuji Palace. Your Wuji Palace is truly a den of iniquity. A royal Taoist temple actually harbors a traitor from another sect. Xuanji, would His Majesty be complicit with you?"

Xuanji sneered, his expression quite mocking. He snorted and said nothing.

Yuan Qi poured his domineering spiritual power into Xuanji's head, and Xuanji immediately screamed in terror, "No, don't search my soul! I'll talk!"

He couldn't withstand that kind of forceful invasion. He originally thought that the one who could search souls was Daoist Guangcheng, but he didn't expect it to be this little kid. This little kid looked harmless and had a handsome appearance, but he didn't expect his heart to be so vicious.

"His Majesty doesn't know that Xuanqing is a traitor from another faction; he only values ​​his abilities. You're right, this is all His Majesty's doing. The four great families have been passed down for thousands of years and can control the change of dynasties. He started plotting to eliminate the four great families twenty years ago. However, the four great families are full of talented people and are very vigilant, so political means simply won't work. Therefore, he had my senior brother and me join forces to carry out the operation in secret."

Feng Aotian's face was ashen. Although he had considered that the Emperor and the Imperial Advisor might have been involved in the deaths of the younger generation of the Feng family, he was still furious when he heard that it was true.

The old families remain, but the dynasties come and go. Isn't that how it has always been?

Without the support of these powerful families, how could one dynasty after another have stood firm?

From this battle, Feng Aotian realized that the Imperial Preceptor was not the most skilled Taoist in Rong Kingdom; he was merely a willing lackey of the Emperor. His elaborate formation was easily broken by Ghost King Tanxi in a single move, and yet, despite Ghost King Tanxi's prowess, the young girl Yuan Qi burned them all to ashes with a single talisman. The difference in skill was immediately apparent.

Feng Aotian was still unwilling to give up and asked about the successive deaths of the younger generation of the Feng family.

Xuanji dared not conceal anything and could only tell the truth: "I accidentally discovered that a ghost messenger was abusing his power and wanted to catch and devour ghosts to improve his own cultivation. I threatened him that if he didn't obey me, I would tell his superiors, the Black and White Impermanence, and make him suffer all the tortures of hell. That ghost messenger then worked for me, deliberately getting into a fight and losing half of his mourning staff..."

Feng Aotian said with a dark face, "How shameless! My Feng family has risked our lives for Rongguo. Many of our ancestors have sacrificed their lives for the country, yet the Emperor treats us like this. It is truly disheartening."

Feng Aotian looked at Xuanji on the sickbed and suddenly struck, severing his tendons in his hands and feet.

Xuanji let out a scream, but he wasn't worried. For an ordinary person, severing tendons in their hands and feet would leave them crippled for life. But for a cultivator, it was no big deal; with just one pill, he could recover completely.

Guangcheng Daojun looked at Xuanji with disdain: "As a member of the Daoist sect, you have a wicked heart, helping the emperor to do evil. Do you know how many innocent people you have harmed? A person like you is not worthy of cultivating the Dao and becoming an immortal..."

Guangcheng Daojun slowly raised his palm and hovered it over Xuanji's lower abdomen.

Xuanji was terrified, and the cultivator destroyed his dantian.

"No, no, I'll never do it again..."

Guangcheng Daojun mercilessly slapped down with his palm, and Xuanji was filled with despair: "No..."

"Disciple, don't let him die. Let him return to the palace before he dies," Guangcheng ordered expressionlessly.

Yuan Qi took out a small black porcelain bottle from his cloth bag, inside which was a golden pill. He then roughly fed it to Xuanji.

Without a doubt, this elixir was priceless. Feng Aotian had seen the emperor's elixirs before, all of which were pitch black. This was the first time he had ever seen a golden elixir like this, so he couldn't help but ask, "Seventh Miss, what kind of medicine is this?"

"The Nine-Turn Great Rejuvenation Pill, even if someone is on their last breath, taking this can prolong their life for a month." Yuan Qi rudely shut Wuji's mouth, preventing him from spitting it out.

Then she turned to look at Feng Aotian: "If you want to buy one, go to Yaoguang Pavilion. Don't ask me for it; this is the only one I have."

Feng Aotian said "Oh," and coughed twice: "That's not what I meant, but it's good to have some life-saving stuff on hand."

To prevent any accidents on the way, Yuan Qi directly wasted a top-tier teleportation talisman, sending the corpses of the Imperial Preceptor Xuanji and his six disciples back to the palace.

Ghost King Tanxi sensed danger and ran away.

Feng Aotian recovered the area occupied by the rebels with exceptional ease, and the war ended in less than a month.

Yuan Qi didn't stay that long. Once he was sure Tan Xi wouldn't be coming back, he took his master and senior brothers back to the capital. They still had to deal with Xuan Qing.

As Yuan Qi had expected, Xuan Qing kept to himself and didn't show up. Even though Xuan Ji had died, he didn't publicly appear to preside over his junior brother's funeral. Instead, he had several newly accepted disciples preside over the funeral.

A few days later, the Rong Kingdom's Grand Preceptor was officially replaced by Xuan Qing, who moved into the Star Gazing Platform in the Imperial Palace.

Daoist Guangcheng wasn't in a hurry. The time wasn't ripe to deal with Xuanqing yet. Now that it was confirmed that Xuanqing was Guangshan, that was enough. When Guangshan betrayed Fusang Temple, he took with him a magic manual and a magical artifact, both extremely important and powerful items.

Yuan Qi and Daojun Guangcheng discovered that Xuanqing had strengthened the palace's defensive array as soon as he entered, proving that the senior brother was indeed much more capable than the junior brother.

It was raining that day, so Yuan Qi didn't set up her stall. Instead, she stayed at home drawing talismans. A couple of days ago, Xiangli Youming had sent her dozens of pieces of cut Kunlun jade to make jade talismans.

Green Bamboo came in carrying a bamboo basket, her face beaming with a smile: "Miss, Fourth Miss is back. She brought back two baskets of tangerines. I picked out some with loose peels; these are the tastiest. Please try some."

Yuan Qi was focused on carving a jade talisman, and Wen Zhujun wanted to learn, so she followed along. However, she was too embarrassed to practice with Kunlun jade, so she took a piece of bamboo instead.

"Just put it there. By the way, what brings Jiang Bailu here?"

Green Bamboo shook her head and pouted: "This servant doesn't know. It's a secret from Madam. But I noticed that Fourth Miss doesn't seem very happy, and the people around her are too afraid to even breathe. This servant doesn't dare to ask."

"Something's happened." Yuan Qi freed one hand, did some quick calculations, and then revealed a cold smile. Xiao Yi really was unlucky...

Wen Zhujun asked, utterly puzzled, "He's already the Crown Prince, so why is his fate still so bad?"

Yuan Qi said, "Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed. The Emperor has sown his own bitter fruit, and he will eventually have to bear the consequences. His lack of virtue has brought misfortune upon his descendants. Truly, the wheel of karma turns, and no one escapes Heaven's mercy. What about the Emperor? What about the Crown Prince? They all suffer retribution in the same way."

These words left Green Bamboo and Wen Zhujun confused, but Wen Zhujun could guess that something had happened.

Are you going to meddle in other people's business this time?

Yuan Qi retorted, "When have I ever meddled in other people's business?"