Everyone thought she was the only one coming, but Qiao Lingshan suddenly appeared behind her, and the scene suddenly became quiet.
They thought Yun Xian would be embarrassed, but when Qiao Lingshan finished wiping and left, Yun Xian's finally clean face appeared behind Qiao Lingshan. Not only was there no embarrassment, but he was calm and composed: "Can you tell it's me now?"
Everyone was shocked: "..."
This kid can really accomplish great things! This kind of courage and mental fortitude are not something that ordinary people can possess.
"Fellow Daoist Yun, why are you here?" someone asked, "Since the battle, no one knows where you are. They thought you were worried about being hunted by the Sword Sect, so you ran all the way back to the Sword Pavilion."
The words are soft but with a sharp edge.
"Unfortunately." Yun Xian said, "I came here a few days ago to do something."
"So what did you do? Can you share it with everyone?" The man persisted, adding, "I'm sure the leaders of the four factions must have gotten a lot of information, right?"
Xue Lingxiu frowned as she listened from behind.
Yun Xian didn't let the others come out. Feng Ye secretly peeked inside through the crack in the door and saw that the man who kept chattering and arguing was also wearing a long robe, holding a folding fan in his hand, and even had a green jade crown on his head. He didn't know which sect he was from, but his clothing style was subtly similar to Xue Lingxiu's.
But he tried to draw a tiger but ended up drawing a dog instead. Xue Lingxiu could be considered cute in a weird way sometimes, but this person is just sarcastic and mean. The way he speaks is so sharp that it's really annoying.
Everyone looked at Yun Xian. Yun Xian looked at him and smiled slightly: "Sorry. I can't."
"Oh? I understand, I understand." The argumentative man smiled, his expression teasing. "After all, Jiange still doesn't have a single Golden Bell to its name. If they can't even get this mission, it would be a huge joke that the champion can't participate in the martial arts competition. After all, we are all competitors now, so it's natural that you don't want to share information. I'm making things difficult for Fellow Daoist Yun."
He was accusing Yun Xian of hiding something in his words, but somehow, he kept talking about "the leader" here and there, which gave off a sour feeling.
In reality, the crowd didn't have much faith in Yun Xian, and even harbored a faint resentment. Now that the Heavenly Tier quest had been announced, countless eyes were focused on this small nation, and no one wanted to be upstaged. Ultimately, Jiange's foundation wasn't prominent, and Yun Xian suddenly emerged out of nowhere to claim the top spot, having previously been so unreliable. It was hard to believe. Perhaps it was luck, perhaps some unorthodox method, but in the end, they simply didn't want to admit they were inferior to Yun Xian.
If Liu Shi or Ji Rongxue had won the championship, people would not think so.
The attendant beside him introduced him at the right moment: "This is Master Zhang Heyan of the Yanmo Sect in the Northern Realm. The Yanmo Sect just recently cleared up a case of a headless corpse causing chaos, which was also a Heavenly Rank mission. He now has two Golden Bells to his name."
Everyone was amazed, and Zhang Heyan slowly puffed out his chest. The meaning was clear: compared to the unstable Yun Xian who had just been born, it would definitely be more reliable for him to guide him.
Oh my goodness, another one from the Northern Realm? Given the current situation in the Northern Realm, these sects were bound to choose one to rely on and pay protection fees. Seeing how aggressive this person was, it was obvious that he was another one of the Sword Sect's lackeys.
This group of people came so openly. Even if they didn't want to take her life, they at least wanted to trip her up and attack her secretly. They really learned the essence of Yun Xian's tactics successfully. When they didn't know what to do, they would make things difficult for their opponents.
Undercurrents surged in this situation. Yun Xian, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, nodded to Zhang Heyan and gave a brief comment: "Hmm. Not bad."
She even gave him a friendly, encouraging look, telling him to keep trying.
"However, I'm not saying anything because I'm hiding something." Yun Xian finished his comment and turned back to continue speaking to the crowd, "This place is full of good and bad people, and it just so happens that hundreds of ghosts are wandering at night, so there's all kinds of things. Walls have ears, so I suggest everyone be careful with what they say and do..."
"Hey! What do you mean?!" Zhang Heyan was poked by a finger before he could even get angry. He said, "You're already arguing over the credit before it even starts? I'm telling you, several more people from the Sword Sect will be arriving soon. They're already outside the city—"
As soon as he finished speaking, a fiery red sword suddenly appeared before the table. The narrow, evil eye on the hilt of the sword moved slightly, glaring coldly.
The hairs on the back of his neck instantly stood up, as if from some evil creature.
"It's an emergency now, could you please not challenge my patience?" Yun Xian stared at him and said, "If you knew me a little better, you would know that I, Yun Xian, would rather use my hands than my brain. I won't argue with you. I will only use the little bit of my spiritual power to pick you up and throw you out into the street. Listen to me or not, get out!"
Zhang Heyan instantly became as quiet as a chicken: "..."
"Okay. Time is running out. Where were we just now?" Yun Xian turned around, returning to his playful attitude. He wiped his face a little more cleanly and smiled brightly, "Did I mention the substitution of a beam for a pillar?"
"...Yeah. Yeah, yeah."
"Miss Yun, please tell me in detail how you are trying to replace one thing with another."
After half an incense stick.
The man who had just called someone a "silly dog" held his shield and murmured, "Friend Yun's point is, since the princess can't be found now, why don't we have one of our own pretend to be the princess and see if we can meet that demon cultivator?"
"To put it simply, that's it." Yun Xian reached out and took some grapes from the table and began to eat them. "Since the princess hasn't shown up yet, the emperor is going to arrest her. Those women don't have any spiritual energy and are completely unable to protect themselves. It would be better for a cultivator to go."
Zhang Heyan was angry but dared not say anything. These were his grapes!
Everyone thought, this method sounds simple, but who is willing to go?
What does it mean to be a demon cultivator at the Spirit Severing stage? Even under the constraints of Tang Ling Nation's spiritual energy shortage, he can still exert the strength of a Golden Core. In other words, if a fight really breaks out, after both sides have exhausted their spiritual energy, wouldn't an ordinary person be just as helpless against a Golden Core cultivator?
"That sounds nice." Zhang Heyan finally couldn't help himself and unnoticedly dragged the plate of grapes back from Yun Xian. He said, "Who wants to go? Are you going?"
Yun Xian was happily eating one bite at a time, and without thinking, he said, "Of course I'll go."
She spoke so confidently that everyone was stunned.
I've seen people trying every possible means to escape, but I've never seen anyone committing themselves to danger. It's so dangerous, is she really going to do it?
A female cultivator holding a flute hesitated and said, "But, Fellow Daoist Yun, I'm not trying to argue, but the women of Tangling Country tend to be petite. You look so small, it's obvious at a glance, right?"
Living in poverty, they often didn't have enough to eat, and due to the region, their frame was naturally small. Tang Wuke was better, but he certainly couldn't compare to a cultivator.
Yun Xian fell into deep thought.
"Also, there's more." The female cultivator continued, "As far as I know, there's a custom in Tangling Country that requires girls to start learning the Four Arts after they turn ten: choose one of the four arts: music, chess, calligraphy, or painting. If life is truly impoverished, needlework is also acceptable. After marriage, girls are expected to demonstrate their accomplishments in these areas to their husbands. Fellow Daoist Yun, you...?"
"Shame on you." What kind of ridiculous custom is this? He can't even afford to eat, but he's still showing off his music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. What a joke! Yun Xian said, "I know about women's red wine, but I really don't know anything about it. As for chess? Gomoku is okay? Flying chess? Calligraphy and painting... uh..."
Everything is implied.
No one was surprised. After all, looking at Yun Xian's expression, if she suddenly said she could do it, everyone would be surprised.
As it happened, the female cultivators here were all in good shape, and they all looked like they had eaten a full meal. Many of them were taller than Yun Xian. Suddenly, everyone fell silent, wondering what other stupid moves they could make.
In the silence, Xue Lingxiu suddenly felt Feng Ye beside him trembling. He trembled so much that he felt a little uncomfortable. "What are you doing? Control yourself."
"I can't control it! I suddenly have a bad feeling." Feng Ye said with tears in his eyes: "I have mended socks for Yun Xian before, and she praised me for my good mending."
What a stinky kid, he even needs someone to mend his socks. Xue Lingxiu frowned and said, "What does this have to do with us now?"
At this moment, Yun Xian suddenly slammed the table and said, "Got it!!"
Everyone was shocked. What happened? What happened?
"Well," Yun Xian rubbed his hands slowly towards here amidst the astonishment in the room, and said, "Feng Ye, come here for a moment."
Feng Ye's head tilted and he fainted on the spot.
“…”
Feng Ye did not die successfully, and relied on the resilience of a cultivator to slowly wake up. As soon as he woke up, he heard the heated discussion among the crowd:
"This figure is just right! Thin but not skinny! The princess is only sixteen years old this year, just perfect!"
"You said he's a zither practitioner? Oh, that's even better. He doesn't have to worry about his zither skills. He's also quite good at... Male Hong, Male Hong is also quite good."
"Qin Xiu must have a certain grasp of musical rhythm, right? Can he direct the airflow to his throat to make the sound a little thinner? More gentle?"
Feng Ye died again.
After three or four life-or-death experiences, everyone finally settled down and said, "Let's do it!"
Feng Ye will temporarily replace Tang Wuke to enter the palace. Yun Xian and Qiao Lingshan will be the two maids who come with the dowry. Xue Lingxiu will be the palace doctor. The rest of the people will respond to the situation outside.
Probably, it is to help block a blow or two when the Demon Lord is about to get furious, or to deal with as many spirits wandering outside as possible. In short, they should not be idle.
That’s it, let’s adjourn the meeting for now.
There are still nearly ten days left, so everyone should think over this plan carefully and check for any deficiencies and omissions. It would be best if there is a safer method.
Zhang Heyan looked very dissatisfied. He watched Yun Xian make all the arrangements and then acted in a trance. "Fellow Daoist Yun is really good at making arrangements. All the people entering the palace are his trusted aides. If they get any news, the credit will be attributed to you."
"Actually, if you want to come into the palace with me, I have one identity that I haven't arranged for you yet." Yun Xian asked, "What do you think, Master Zhang?"
Zhang Heyan: "What's your identity?"
Yun Xian: "It's normal to have eunuchs in the palace."
Zhang Heyan was furious: "Who are you calling a eunuch?!"
"I didn't really ask you to cut it. And what's wrong with the eunuch? The eunuch didn't provoke you, so why is it considered an insult?" Yun Xian said calmly: "What's there to be angry about? Master Zhang, don't be so incompetent."
Everyone took a deep breath, wanting to laugh but not daring to. Mingshu's speed in fiddling with the Buddhist beads in his hand suddenly increased.
Yun Xian had accidentally broken this guy's Silent Zen before, and he felt a little guilty. He asked, "Master Mingshu, is your Silent Zen okay?"
Mingshu shook his head and wrote something in the air. Yunxian observed for a long time and found that it was just "A": "..."
What should I do? After staying with the monk for a long time, even if Mingshu didn't say anything, the sound of "Amitabha" and the tapping of the wooden fish would automatically ring in my head.
Another night passed, and the sky was about to dawn. Everyone planned to rest for a while before rejoining the crowd. At this moment, Su Chi, who had been away for half a day, finally returned, followed by Liu Catkins, whose eyes were black.
"Big Brother, what were you doing?" Yun Xian asked in surprise, "Why did you come back with Fellow Daoist Liu?"
Su Chi simply said, "I went out of the city to take care of some things."
Zhang Heyan's chest felt tight after being scolded by Yun Xian, but now seeing Liu Xu was like seeing his own mother. He rushed over with a leap of lightning, his chest immediately puffed out. "Fellow Daoist Liu! You've returned from outside the city. Have you reunited with the other disciples of the Sword Sect? Where's Liu Qing? Hasn't he come in yet?"
Willow catkins said: "Don't wait, it won't come."
Zhang Heyan: "What do you mean?"
Liu Xu said, "Half of his leg was broken, and he's now riding in a carriage back to the Sword Sect."
Zhang Heyan: "What... who interrupted? Who dares to attack the Sword Sect like this? Aren't they worried about retribution... uh."
Perhaps he was thinking about the person who had committed a crime in public and crushed Liu Shi's golden elixir standing right next to him, so he felt inexplicably short of breath when he said this.
Liu Xu had a stiff face and didn't say anything.
Zhang Heyan asked anxiously, "Don't you know who the murderer is? Liu Qing's leg was broken, what about the others?"
Liu Xu repeated, "Half of his leg was broken, and he's now riding in a carriage back to the Sword Sect."
Zhang Heyan: “…………”
My relationship was completely interrupted! What happened?! Who was it?! They interrupted it, but they left one for each person. Are they trying to play a three-legged race?! This is insane!
Su Chi went out of town to do some work, but he didn't forget to bring some letters to Yun Xian. He lowered his eyes and took out a fat pigeon from behind his back, saying, "These are from Master, Master's Wife, and... the Pavilion Master. There are also some unimportant ones."
Yun Xian went to get the letter and asked as he opened it, "What's unimportant? Junk advertising?"
She looked up and saw a bounty on her head. It seemed Liu Shi had gone mad, and even the Dao Sect couldn't bring themselves to deal with him. He had put a bounty on Yun Xian in his own name, spending a thousand high-grade spirit stones. In other words, in the eyes of some killers, her head was worth a thousand spirit stones.
Yun Xian looked at the portrait of himself on the bounty order, which showed him looking handsome and heroic, and sneered with a bit of disdain.
"A thousand spirit stones, who am I looking down on?" Yun Xian said proudly, "Brother Xue has already spent 3,555 spirit stones on me!"
Xue Lingxiu: "Don't involve me at this time!!"
It was indeed an unimportant thing. Yun Xian felt around and found Yun Lang's letter. He put it aside and then felt around again, this time finding Xiao Wu's.
I don’t know how my mother is doing now that she went to the Northern Territory alone.
Xiao Wu sent her a letter. His handwriting was as sharp as his personality, and the length was short, so he tried to keep it short. Yun Xian read it and found that the general idea was that the people in the Northern Territory were crying out in pain after being beaten by her, so her daughter didn't need to worry. And then there was—
Someone in the Northern Realm seemed certain that the Eastern Realm's destiny was truly lost, and that it would not improve, but would only weaken. Furthermore, their situation was similar to that of Tang Lingguo: both were powerless to recover.
Yun Xian stared at the four words "nothing can be done to save the situation" for a moment, said nothing, put Xiao Wu's letter away carefully, and then opened Xiao Yuan's letter.
Xiao Yuan's letter was more casual. He first expressed his consolation to Yun Xian and asked if his trip went smoothly. He also teased her about how charming his niece really was and why she came to ask for news when she couldn't find her. Finally, he revealed his true purpose.
Xiao Yuan must have tried his best to buy time for Yun Xian. However, even if the Heavenly Grade quest didn't come out at this time, all the sects would soon know about the affairs of Tang Ling Kingdom, and the influx of cultivators was inevitable. So Xiao Yuan left Yun Xian with the most cordial encouragement:
[Keep your best! If the golden bell is stolen, Xiao Yunxian will truly become the only champion in history who can't participate in the martial arts competition!]
Yun Xian: “…”
The martial arts competition is not divided into four realms, but is participated by sects. If she can get a place for the Sword Pavilion, then the sword cultivators will definitely benefit a lot... But it sounds really embarrassing. She is very thin-skinned and doesn't want such a thing!
Finally, it was Yun Lang's letter. It didn't really matter whether he read it or not; it was just a bunch of chicken soup for the soul. Yun Xian felt dizzy after reading so many words. Just as he was about to skim through the ten lines, he discovered that there were ten heavy gold leaves tucked inside his father's letter. It was almost worth a hundred taels of gold.
Wuuwuwu, Yun Xian immediately picked up the pen to write back, tears welling in his eyes: "Dad, I really miss you too..."
Xue Lingxiu was waving a folding fan beside him and suddenly said coldly, "You put this in there, didn't you?"
Su Chi didn't say anything, just lowered his eyes slightly and looked at him.
Lower...eyes...
Xue Lingxiu's height was bullied by Men Shitou again, and she suddenly wanted to vomit three liters of blood.
It was obvious that he was about the same height as Zhong Changyao, and was definitely handsome in front of outsiders. When he was near Yun Xian, even Miss Ji had to lower her eyes slightly to look at him.
Xue Lingxiu: "What do you mean?"
"It's not interesting." Su Chi turned his eyes away indifferently and said, "I see that you are not very willing, so I won't bother you anymore."
"What a big tone!" Xue Lingxiu's veins popped, his folding fan whirring, and he forced a smile and said, "Whether I like it or not, I won't bother you, Big Brother, to help me out."
Su Chi: "That means you're happy with it. Of course, if you're not happy, just refuse directly. How could Master Xue not know that?"
Xue Lingxiu was annoyed: "I..."
But Master Xue was indeed Master Xue, and his ability to be sarcastic was no less than anyone else's. He quickly regained his composure and said, "I really don't understand where Fellow Daoist Su came from. How many times has Yun Xian met Senior Brother? If they truly had a deep bond between master and disciple, why haven't I heard her mention it before? Oh, maybe I forgot."
Su Chi paused, then slowly tilted his head, as if trying to organize his words. After a long pause, he finally opened his mouth and said, "...An elder brother is like a father."
"An elder brother is like a father... what!" Xue Lingxiu almost uttered a curse word, but quickly stopped and lowered her voice, "Is this how this idiom is used?!"
Qiao Lingshan and Feng Ye squatted beside them, watching with great interest.
Qiao Lingshan said, "Feng Ye, do you want to eat some melon seeds?"
"No, I'm not in the mood right now." Feng Ye was still in a state of dying and said dejectedly: "...But where did you get the melon seeds?"
Liu Xu said happily, "I'll eat them. I like eating melon seeds the most."
Tang Wuke is still hanging behind Qiao Lingshan, and no one cares about this princess at all.
She used to be the center of attention wherever she went, so the feeling of being ignored was completely different. It was a novelty for her. It was chaotic and noisy, but compared to the oppressive silence of the palace, she seemed to prefer this kind of place.
Just as she tried to reach out to take the melon seeds from Qiao Lingshan's palm, suddenly, a strange phenomenon appeared in the sky!
The Ghost Festival had passed, the sky was just beginning to brighten, and the weather was pleasant and cool, perfect for some Tangling citizens to head out. But at that moment, the sky suddenly darkened again, and faint flashes of lightning could be seen. Above the Imperial Palace, the dormant black dragon rose to the sky and roared!
In an instant, heavy rain fell, emitting a fishy smell.
Yun Xian frowned and looked over. The eyes of the people on the street turned red, and they all said in unison: "Here he comes again... Just like grandma said, he's here again..."
"When will he let us go?"
"Stop talking. Lord Demon can hear you. If you don't want to die, shut up!"
The people quickly retreated back into their houses, shutting the doors and windows tightly and covering up everything they could. Fear was deep in their bones, following them like a shadow.
That demon cultivator in the Spirit Severing Stage actually appeared in Tangling Country ahead of time because of the disappearance of the princess who had never appeared before!
But a moment later, everyone appeared outside the palace. The emperor's face was pale and cold sweat was pouring down. Seeing the cultivators, he was as if he had found a life-saving straw: "Have you found it? Have you found it? If you have, send it in quickly. The demon cultivator... Lord Demon is inside now!"
"What do you mean by sending her back immediately after finding her?" the female cultivator holding the xiao questioned, "Aren't you worried that the princess might be in danger if she goes in?"
"What can we do if there's danger?! Am I not in danger?! Everyone is in danger, not just her!" The emperor's eyes were red. "She has been pampered until she is this old. It's time to repay her. Otherwise, why would I raise her? The fate of the entire country depends on her!"
No one knew what the demon cultivator said to him, perhaps a warning, perhaps a coercion. In any case, this man had long been plagued by fear, and had completely lost the elegance that seemed to be engraved on his face.
Tang Wuke's hearing had been blocked by Yun Xian in advance, so he couldn't hear what his father was saying, but he also sensed something was wrong, and a sense of panic inexplicably arose in his heart.
Yun Xian said: "Sorry, I couldn't find it."
There were so many people that the emperor was completely confused. He couldn't tell who was who in front of him. His face turned pale and he began to pace back and forth: "You are all really useless. Useless!!"
Suddenly, he thought of something and raised his eyes and asked, "Where is Zhong Changyao? Where is Zhong Changyao?!"
At this moment, Zhong Changyao, holding the hand of a woman with a veil on her head, slowly walked out among the crowd.
The woman seemed to have her acupuncture channels blocked. She walked very stiffly, and her hands were pale and trembling.
The emperor rushed over, overjoyed: "Found it?!"
He hadn't even considered speaking to this "Tang Wuke" at all. It seemed that in times of crisis, people could truly abandon everything. But some people still held onto their humanity, while others didn't.
"I'm sorry, I'm not capable enough to find the princess." Zhong Changyao, bathed in the gazes of the crowd, slowly bowed and said, "But now that things have come to this, I can only bite the bullet and deal with it. I found a woman with a figure somewhat similar to the princess, and covered her with a veil - I remember that Tang Ling does have this custom, that women who have not officially married into the family are not allowed to meet their husbands?"
The emperor said: "Yes, there is indeed such a custom. But this..."
"I've sealed all her acupuncture points." Zhong Changyao looked at the woman behind him apologetically and said, "Just tell the Demon Lord that Fang had just escaped from the fire and is very weak and can't move for the time being."
The emperor looked at the slightly trembling woman with a hesitant expression.
Originally, there were still ten days, but considering the Demon Lord's words just now, he must be allowed to see the princess this time. But could such a lowly, rural woman really be deceived? While words and appearance can deceive, gestures and movements cannot. She had always been dignified, virtuous, and serene since childhood, and that wasn't something that could be easily imitated.
"Wait a minute." A clear female voice came from the crowd. Yun Xian, holding the other "woman", said slowly: "If that's the case, how about this one?"
Zhong Changyao's gaze shot towards her like lightning, his expression distorted.
It’s you again… Yun Xian!! I can’t get rid of you no matter where I go!!
His skills seemed to have improved a bit. This distortion only lasted for a moment before he returned to his normal state.
Zhong Changyao looked at the woman behind Yun Xian who was also wearing a veil, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
I have to admit, she's better at selecting people than I am. While this woman was a bit flat and lacked curves, her exposed skin was fair and delicate, especially her slender fingers, which clearly weren't the result of much farm work. Even her demeanor was calmer, not even needing to be touched, just a slight tremor, making her look more like a princess. She even carried a zither covered in white cloth behind her. —Wait, where's the zither?
Zhong Changyao vaguely sensed something was wrong, but he didn't know what exactly was wrong.
The black dragon overhead roared furiously once more, and faint screams could be heard from within the palace. The emperor was startled and said in panic, "It's her. Let her in quickly!"
“…”
It is said that serving the king is like serving a tiger. Now the actual monarch of Tang Ling Kingdom is obviously more like the demon cultivator in front of him than the middle-aged man who lost his composure outside.
Yun Xian had just changed into a maid's outfit and went in. Before stepping over the threshold, she touched the three sword talismans on her chest that Su Chi had just placed in his palm.
It should have been infused a long time ago. If facing a demon cultivator in the Spirit Severing Stage, even if he is not defeated directly, he can at least buy enough time to escape.
...To be honest, if there were no such strong maids or such tall eunuchs in the world, she thought Su Chi would definitely accompany her in.
Feng Ye was wearing a veil and felt uncomfortable all over. He almost faltered and subconsciously wanted to send a message, but he immediately held it back.
Are you kidding me? Sending a message in front of someone who is in the Spirit Severing stage, are you looking for death?
Hmm, but now that he thought about it, he had secretly communicated with Qiao Lingshan in the Four Directions Secret Realm, complaining about whether Master Mingguang shaved his head because he was bald. Ah, this...
As soon as Yun Xian entered, he was almost blinded by the light.
Speaking of coolness, who is the coolest? Jimo Shu is not as well dressed as him, and the degree of exposure is almost as high as Niu Baiye! But although Niu Baiye is exposed, the most covered parts of his body are well covered, which is still pleasing to the eye. But this demon cultivator, with several strips of cloth all over his body, it is really hard not to notice his large pendulum clock when he walks.
Yun Xian stared at it and might even be hypnotized if he wasn't careful.
Xue Lingxiu closed her eyes: "Ahem."
Yun Xian: “!”
wake up!
Is this the traditional culture of the Demon Cult? The less you wear, the stronger your magic power is. In short, Yun Xian couldn't understand it. But apart from the pendulum clock, the terrifying state of pressure all over the body of this Demon Lord seemed to indicate that he was indeed in the Spirit Severing Stage.
Su Chi was at the Half-Step Spiritual Severing stage, and Master Ming Guang was at the Spiritual Severing stage, but neither of them had ever made Yun Xian feel any pressure because they didn't actively release it. A demon cultivator didn't care about that; he wished everyone in the world knew how powerful he was.
The ground was already covered with blood and people were kneeling. One person had just been strangled and was almost suffocated. When the demon cultivator saw the "Princess" shyly walked in, he loosened his grip and said, "Get out."
The innocent maid crawled away.
"You are incapable of doing anything?" The demon cultivator said proudly in a voice as loud as a bell, "Come here and let me see."
He's old enough to be a grandfather, yet he's still acting crazy. Feng Ye cleared his throat, trying to make his voice as soft as possible, and said, "Master Demon, Tang Ling has custom that you can't meet before you get married. This time, you've already violated the rules..."
"Tsk." The demon cultivator frowned and said, "So many bullshit customs, who are they trying to embarrass?"
Feng Ye began to shake in a trained manner.
"Why are you shaking? Did I say I was going to kill you?" The demon cultivator actually seemed to be quite tolerant of the princess, but he could only say "okay" and had no intention of hurting her. He said stiffly, "Then kneel down and play the piano for me."
You're crazy! Why do you have to kneel when you can't just sit down?
Okay, Feng Ye knelt down with a clang and took out the piano from behind.
"Your aunt played Jiangnan tunes so well, but I've only heard them for two years now." The Demon Lord said nostalgically, "I wonder how good your needlework is? I'm sure you have exquisite skills."
Feng Ye said carefully: "I can mend socks. I can mend four pairs in an hour."
But the Demon Lord was not wearing socks at all, he was not even wearing clothes. Qiao Lingshan began to tremble, and Yun Xian held her down.
Demon Lord: "...Play the piano. Talk about this."
Feng Ye reached out and plucked the strings. Honestly, this was a bit of a dilemma. The music studio only taught war songs or lamentations; how could they possibly teach a minor tune? But playing a lament at this moment was a bit of a hassle, so he hesitated for a moment before passionately playing the war song.
Get up! Fight! Kill, kill!
The Demon Lord was originally reclining on the beauty couch, closing his eyes and listening. The more he listened, the more he felt something was wrong. His whole body suddenly felt hot, and he wanted to jump up and find that dead vixen to fight: "?"
"Stop. That's enough." The Demon Lord stood up and asked suspiciously, "Your father only had people teach you these songs?"
What is this all about? Why does Tang Lingguo need war?
Feng Ye choked, not knowing how to respond. At this moment, Yun Xian spoke up, "No, Master Demon, it's the princess who's been thinking about you. She heard that you've been involved in a war recently, so she learned this song to cheer you up."
Qiao Lingshan: "Yes, that's right!"
"..." The Demon Lord's tightly furrowed brows relaxed a little, and he said, "Huh. I see."
The demon lord, upon meeting the princess, remained lingering, seemingly intent on cultivating a relationship with Tang Wuke. It was unclear what his purpose was. However, the demons and humans held vastly different views on love. His attempts to get closer to the humans only added a touch of humor to the situation.
The Demon Lord asked, "There was a fire in the palace a few days ago. Were you injured?"
Feng Ye was wrong the more he spoke, so he simply stopped answering and let Yun Xian take over: "The princess choked on the smoke and has been bedridden for a long time. She still has difficulty speaking and is very weak."
Demon Lord: "Have you asked the imperial physician for treatment?"
Xue Lingxiu had been standing there as a background figure for a while when she was suddenly called over: "...Yes. Sir, the princess's injuries are serious and require further medical treatment."
"Heh." The Demon Lord said abruptly, "If you can't cure her, I want your whole family to be buried with you!"
Xue Lingxiu: “?”
What does this have to do with the imperial physician? Get out of here, doctor!
They said they were not allowed to meet and the veil could not be lifted, but just chatting like this was not a solution. The Demon Lord had someone bring a cup of tea and started to make small talk: "Wu Ke, are your body hairs getting a little longer?"
Feng Ye laughed dryly: "...Yes, is that so." It is rare to see someone who is worse at speaking than Qi Zhiye.
"It's healthier this way." Yun Xian said, "After all, our bodies and hair are given by our parents, and we can't just pluck out a single hair. Our princess understands filial piety."
"That's right." The Demon Lord said suspiciously again: "Wuke, are you a little flat?" Why do you look like a boy?
Feng Ye almost couldn't hold it in his hand: "...I'm still a little kid, big guy!"
Why is there still sexual harassment? Fortunately, it wasn't Tang Wuke himself who was here. Yun Xian said, "Master Demon, don't say such things in front of a human woman."
The Demon Lord suddenly realized: "Why? Are you sad?"
Yun Xian: “.” I’m not sad, at most I just think you’re a stinking bunch of bastards.
At this moment, Yun Xian suddenly realized that Xue Lingxiu was moving towards the teacup without leaving any trace.
Oh, right, poison!
As a medical practitioner, fighting poison with poison is also a form of treatment on a daily basis. Fighting alone is not reliable now, but if the demon cultivator can be poisoned successfully, it can be considered to weaken his combat power.
The demon cultivators were quite relaxed here. Naturally relaxed, they wouldn't be nervous no matter how many ants gathered at their feet. He was still trying to talk to "Tang Wuke" when Xue Lingxiu raised her hand and a colorless and odorless powder like dust poured into the teacup and dissolved instantly.
good! !
Yun Xian and Qiao Lingshan breathed a sigh of relief. It was truly like a wild goose passing by without leaving a trace. With such great skill, the Demon Lord wouldn't even notice.
At this moment, a girl with a cold face slowly walked out from behind the Demon Lord. The moment the Demon Lord turned his head, she spilled a lot of green, shiny stuff into the teacup, emitting an indescribable smell.
It’s Jimo Shu!! …Isn’t this poisoning method a bit too crude?! At least make it colorless and odorless!! Please respect the Spirit Severing Stage!!
The Demon Lord seemed to recognize her and said, "Jimo, you're here. Meet my next wife, Princess Tang Wuke."
Jimo Shu looked like she had no interest in this at all. She looked up coldly, then looked straight at Yun Xian across from her. Her eyes widened instantly: "!!!"
Yun Xian shook his head at her slightly.
"What's wrong, Jimo?" The Demon Lord asked, "What's wrong with this maid? Do you like her? Her name seems to be Yahe. If you like her, let Wu Ke give her to you."
"...No." Jimo Shu turned her head away and said indifferently, "I don't like it at all."
The Demon Lord was already accustomed to her moody temper. He raised his hand, lifted the teacup, and brought it to his lips, causing everyone present to have their hearts skip a beat.
"What's wrong with this tea?" The Demon Lord smelled something. "Such a strange smell?"
"Customs, customs." Yun Xian spoke without thinking, full of nonsense. "This is the custom of our Tangling Kingdom. It's taboo for two people who haven't married yet to meet each other, so now we need to drink snake bile to wash away the bad luck. As for why snake bile? First of all, snake bile is green. Green represents vitality, full of life, what a good meaning! Gallbladder, gallbladder is round, reunion! And, according to rumors, snakes are lustful..."
"Snakes are naturally cool in nature, making them more suitable for drinking by the Demon Lord." Xue Lingxiu smiled and covered Yun Xian's mouth with a snap. "It's natural for them to have a smell. Our custom is to drink a Gu every year. This precious and pure snake bile must naturally be offered to you."
The Demon Lord felt dizzy after being scolded, but he thought it was nothing. Seeing Jimo Shu nodded, he opened his mouth and drank it.
Everyone held their breath and waited for a moment, but he didn't react at all and was still chatting and laughing, which made them feel a little frustrated.
Could it be that what Jimo Shu put in his teacup just now was actually the antidote? That doesn't make sense, wouldn't it be better to just point it out directly?
It turns out that a strong person in the Spirit Severing Stage is so terrifying...
Before he could finish his thought, the demon cultivator suddenly started bleeding from the corner of his lips. He wiped it away with his hand, startled and confused. Before he could even look up, he heard Jimo Shu's anxious voice: "This is the voodoo magic of that fox demon! When did you become poisoned by this magic?"
The demon cultivator was furious: "What?! Vixen, you're courting death!
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