After Hua Qingcheng and Mu Lige came out of the space villa, they changed into night clothes and went to Shangguan Yuechan's bedroom to investigate. Unexpectedly, they just happened to see Ran Qiyue performing a ritual, the incense table being struck by lightning, and vomiting blood.

"Qingqing, Ran Qiyue is a very evil guy. You should try not to fight him head-on. The series of actions he just took were aimed at you." Mu Lige, who heard the conversation between Ran Qiyue and Su Mutianjun just now, said with a worried look on his face.

Hua Qingcheng shook Mu Lige's hand, gave him a soothing look, and said jokingly, "I will, Brother Li. Didn't you see that evil Imperial Master wanted to harm others but ended up suffering the consequences? How could I be so easily tricked by him?"

Mu Lige nodded slightly, his gaze casting towards where Qianye stood below. For some reason, even though there was nothing there, Mu Lige felt as if a pair of cold eyes were staring back at him, like a beast lurking in the darkness, glaring at him intently, sending goosebumps creeping down his spine.

"Ran Qiyue, that's enough!" Su Mutianjun's face turned extremely gloomy, and his roar was deafening, echoing throughout the garden.

"You said that the prince's soul could be used as a sacrifice to let the Demon Lord stop Ziweixing and Tianlong from coming to the world, so as to preserve my vast kingdom. But what about now? Haven't they all been born safely?" His voice was full of anger and disappointment, and his eyes stared fiercely at the imperial teacher in front of him, whom he once trusted.

Su Mutianjun walked up to Ran Qiyue, pointing at the broken incense table and the scattered offerings on the ground, his tone filled with sarcasm. "I am truly foolish. I actually believed your nonsense and turned the Crown Prince into a lunatic. And you actually had the guts to deceive me again, telling me that the heart blood and soul of the Chosen Girl could be refined into a soul pill that grants immortality. Yet now, I have brought her here as you requested, and this is the result?!"

Su Mutianjun's eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if they wanted to penetrate Ran Qiyue's heart and force him to tell the truth: "Tell me, what is your purpose? Is all this just a lie, and your true intention is to seize my throne?"