"I am very pleased that you have traveled a long way to visit my Great Yong. I will host a banquet for you all tomorrow evening..."

Emperor Jing spoke in Mandarin, reflecting the hospitality of the Great Yong Dynasty.

Although some of the people who came were uninvited, we still had to maintain appearances.

The envoys from various countries were accommodated at the post station, and the Grand Preceptor also left the palace. However, as he stepped out of the palace,

He glanced back at the dragon aura that he so coveted, and gave a wicked smile.

"Don't worry, all of these will be mine."

The third quarter of the hour of Zi (11:45 PM).

A figure drifted towards the palace like a ghost, then transformed into black mist, disappearing into the shadows as it approached the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

What he didn't realize was that when he stepped into the palace grounds, an invisible ripple spread for a moment.

Jing Le in Yongshou Palace opened her eyes and smiled: "The little mouse is here."

The person disappeared as soon as he finished speaking.

Emperor Jing, fast asleep in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, was completely unaware that danger was approaching.

A wisp of black mist suddenly rose up and then transformed into a human shape.

The black cloak completely covered the person, with only a pair of bloodshot eyes showing.

The man slowly approached Emperor Jing, who was lying on the bed, and whispered:

"Such a dense dragon aura must be the last bit of fortune left on this continent."

"You are exactly what this Demon Lord needs. I will start with you tonight."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, and demonic energy surged, rushing directly towards Emperor Jing.

"bump!"

As a result, when the demonic energy approached Emperor Jing within half a meter, it was blocked by an invisible golden spiritual energy and could not penetrate even a fraction of it.

Jing Le, perched on the roof beam, watched the scene below with boredom, yawning repeatedly.

Her presence didn't attract any attention from the other party, or rather, the black-robed men below didn't even notice Jing Le's presence.

[This Southern Kingdom's Grand Preceptor is far too impatient; he's like a dog eyeing a meat bun, unable to wait even a day.]

[I want to devour the dragon aura emanating from my father!]

That depends on whether I agree or not.

As her strength increased, she had already upgraded the magical artifacts of those around her by several levels.

They're just demons; unless someone has my level of strength, they can't break through their defenses.

"A magical artifact?"

Wu Zuo's pupils constricted, and he continued his attack in disbelief.

"Bang bang bang!"

Emperor Jing should have woken up long ago given all this commotion.

But there was no movement at this moment, all thanks to Jing Le.

She didn't want Emperor Jing to see these things; she was happy to keep watch herself.

Seeing the commotion growing louder but unable to budge it in the slightest, Wu Zuo unleashed his full power in a final attack.

"bump!"

"Ugh... Pfft!"

When his hand touched Emperor Jing's chest, a strong golden light shot out from the chest and struck Wu's left chest.

It caused him to vomit blood.

Seeing that he could not succeed, Wu Zuo gave Emperor Jing a sinister look and left in anger.

[Sigh, that's it, the show's over. If it weren't for the Southern Kingdom's Grand Preceptor's high-profile visit to the capital, any trouble that might have caused problems for the Great Yong Dynasty.]

Otherwise, I might as well just slap him to death.

Jing Le sighed. She couldn't kill Wu Zuo now, so she decided to go back to sleep.

Meanwhile, the Imperial Advisor quickly left the palace and returned to the post station.

"puff!"

He spat out another mouthful of blood. He hadn't expected the magical artifact on Emperor Jing's body to be so powerful, and he had been hit squarely.

That's why I've ended up in this situation.

"Bring the Holy Maiden here."

The Imperial Advisor spoke to the guards outside the house.

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Not long after, a woman dressed in red and wearing a veil was brought to the Imperial Advisor's room.

"Greetings, Your Excellency, the Imperial Preceptor."

The woman knelt on the ground and said respectfully.

"Jing Jiayue, did you forget to tell me some important news, hmm?"

The Imperial Advisor reached out and grabbed Jing Jiayue by the neck, lifting her into the air.

That's right, this person is none other than Jing Jiayue, who escaped.

When she fled to the Southern Kingdom with the demon inside her body, she originally intended to devour the soul of the Imperial Preceptor.

As a result, the demons had lost a tenth of their strength in order to save Jing Jiayue, and were no match for the Imperial Preceptor.

In the end, he himself became nourishment for the soul of the Imperial Preceptor, while Jing Jiayue became a prisoner.

In order to save his own life, he used his memories from his previous life to help the Grand Preceptor solve the problem in the Southern Kingdom.

They directly controlled the government.

She just hadn't expected that the Imperial Advisor didn't care about the court at all. With her own strength, who would dare to disobey her?!

The reason why the Imperial Preceptor kept Jing Jiayue alive to this day remains unknown to her.

"Cough cough cough, Imperial Advisor, Imperial Advisor, spare... my life..."

Jing Jiayue was suffocating, her pupils bulged, and she was about to die when the other person let go.

His fingers roamed over Jing Jiayue's neck.

"I can spare you, but..."

The Imperial Advisor had blood at the corner of his mouth, and a wicked smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"No...but...what?"

Jing Jiayue never expected that this imperial advisor was so unpredictable, and that he almost took her life today.

Having barely survived, she naturally didn't want to die.

Besides, she also wanted to take revenge on Jing Le.

"Since you're the one who caused my injury, you should make amends."

"What compensation?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was flung onto the bed.

"ah!"

Then, demonic energy enveloped the entire room, and several strands of demonic energy transformed into ropes that bound Jing Jiayue's hands.

After that, everything just fell into place naturally.

Wu Zuo never does anything that doesn't benefit him, so keeping Jing Jiayue around is naturally for her own good.

The first time he met Jing Jiayue, he saw a mark of the Heavenly Dao on her.

That person is destined for greatness.

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