The aroma of tea permeates the pavilion in the lakeside garden of Huangji Palace.
The willows by the lake swayed in the wind, as if they were dancing a joyful dance.
Sunlight shimmered on the lake's surface. A gentle breeze blew, causing the lotus leaves to sway and the fish hiding beneath the lotus blossoms to scatter in fright.
Inside the pavilion in the middle of the lake, a beautiful woman sat gracefully.
She was dressed in a white long dress, looking elegant and noble.
Her dreamy eyes seemed to be reminiscing about the beautiful times of the past.
Yu Xiyan sat quietly at the round table, holding a delicate little knife, carefully peeling the outer skin of the Sea Spirit Sacred Fruit, which was a tribute from the Jiaolong Clan.
A gentle breeze caressed her dark hair, bringing with it a faint fragrance.
Halfway through slicing, she seemed to remember something, looked up at Lin Feng who was dozing on the long seat in the pavilion, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.
Then, he carefully peeled off the last bit of the sacred fruit, cut it up, put it on a plate, got up, and tiptoed toward Lin Feng, afraid of waking him.
Lin Feng seemed unaware of Yu Xiyan's approach, his eyes still closed, emitting soft snoring.
Yu Xiyan put the fruit plate aside, bent down, and quietly looked at Lin Feng's gentle and refined face. She could never get tired of looking at him.
Suddenly, she seemed to remember something, smiled gently, and twirled a lock of hair that was hanging down her temple around her finger.
Then he rubbed his hands back and forth on Lin Feng's face.
"itch……"
Sensing the strange expression on his face, Lin Feng's cheek twitched involuntarily, and he let out a soft moan before regaining his senses.
The moment I opened my eyes, I saw a face of impeccable beauty, smiling gently at me.
"elder sister."
"Don't move, lie still."
Lin Feng was about to get up when Yu Xiyan stopped him.
Then she handed him the cut sacred fruit.
"Good boy, open your mouth."
Lin Feng obediently opened his mouth, fully enjoying Yu Xiyan's meticulous care.
"elder sister……"
Lin Feng stood up and pulled Yu Xiyan into his arms.
"Xiaofeng..."
Yu Xiyan did not struggle and thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of lying in Lin Feng's arms.
"Your Majesty."
Just as the two were deeply in love, Shangguan Qiuyue arrived outside the lakeside pavilion with a battle report from Huangquankou in her hand.
Yu Xiyan immediately broke free from Lin Feng's embrace, straightened her slightly disheveled clothes, and regained her dignified demeanor.
"What is it?"
Shangguan Qiuyue glanced at Lin Feng inside the pavilion, then said as if she hadn't seen him at all, "The Po Jun Mansion sent a battle report from the Yellow Springs Gate..."
"The Gate of the Underworld again?"
Upon hearing this, Yu Xiyan's expression instantly turned cold.
"I have decreed that from now on, any news concerning the Yellow Springs Gate need not be presented to me."
Since it was his own choice, he should bear the consequences. The Yintian Dynasty doesn't belong to Shen Zhao alone.
"But……"
Shangguan Qiuyue wanted to say something more, but Yu Xiyan stopped her again.
"From now on, unless it is news of Shen Zhao's death, all other news concerning the Yellow Springs Gate need not be reported to me."
In addition, the garrison troops of all counties along the route were notified that anyone who sent out troops without the Emperor's order would be executed without mercy!
"You may leave."
"Yes, sir!"
Having received her orders, Shangguan Qiuyue had no choice but to retreat in a state of unease.
...
Seeing Yu Xiyan's heartless attitude in the video, Su Yunying's values were once again severely shaken.
"How could you say such heartless things? Answer me!"
This time, Su Yunying was truly enraged.
She thought that no matter how despicable a person was, they wouldn't be this rotten.
But……
Yu Xiyan, however, repeatedly shattered her moral compass.
"I……"
Faced with the facts, Yu Xiyan had no idea how to refute Su Yunying's question.
They could only remain silent and not utter a word.
Su Yunying's chest heaved with anger, so she simply ignored her and continued looking at the screen.
...
At this point, the scene has jumped to two years later.
After slaughtering 500,000 soldiers of the Nine Netherworld Army in the Battle of Huangquankou, the Iron Flame Army advanced with unstoppable momentum, reaching the shore of Samsara in one fell swoop.
At this time, the Nine Netherworld Realm had long lost the arrogance it displayed when it invaded the Nine Realms.
After the most powerful Asura Emperor was destroyed and less than three thousand members of the Asura lineage were slaughtered, the situation suddenly took a sharp turn for the worse.
In the past two years, thousands more high-level cultivators have perished in this endless battle, and the decline of the Nine Netherworld is now a foregone conclusion.
The Sea of Reincarnation is the last barrier that the Nine Netherworlds rely on. Without it, the Nine Netherworlds will be completely annihilated in the flames of the Iron Flame Army's revenge.
At this moment, inside the main tent of the Iron Flame Army, Shen Zhao had a solemn expression.
Before him was a rectangular negotiating table.
Across the table sat an elderly man with a hunched back.
He was none other than Li Cangqiong, the Lord of the Nine Netherworld.
Without saying a word, Li Cangqiong raised his hand and conjured a book emanating Daoist principles from the void.
"Commander Shen, this is a token of my sincerity from Jiuyou. I hope you will accept it."
Shen Zhao's expression was icy; he merely glanced at the book without uttering a single word.
Li Cangqiong, thinking Shen Zhao was unaware of its value, quickly explained, "Commander Shen, this is a secret technique from the Nine Realms, comparable to the Great Dao, called the Myriad Dao Slave Scripture."
He can make you enslave the minds of others to serve you at any time, without any resistance, thus achieving results you never imagined.
After saying that, he pushed the "Ten Thousand Paths of Slavery" towards Shen Zhao.
Apart from the hissing of the torches burning, the only sound in the large tent was the rhythmic tapping of Shen Zhao's fingers on the table.
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