"Since you spend most of your time in the Heavenly Court and only come to the Demon Realm when needed, is there any other interdimensional passage between the Immortal Realm and the Demon Realm that we don't know about, besides the passage through the Heavenly Demon City?" Hu Mei suddenly asked another crucial question.
“Um…” Wang Yao blinked. This lie was hard to tell. He didn’t know anything about any inter-realm passage between the Demon Realm and the Immortal Realm. If Hu Mei hadn’t told him, he wouldn’t even know anything about the Heavenly Demon City.
“I…I forgot to tell you, I…we also have a captain in the Integration Stage, the Dragon Immortal you met in Wangxiang Valley, named Ao Guang. We crossed realms through him using his Soaring Flight technique.” In his desperation, Wang Yao quickly brought his cheap old man into the picture.
"Didn't the Ancestor just suspect that there was no Grandmaster in our team? I... I didn't tell the truth to the Ancestor, but... but I still couldn't escape the Ancestor's discerning eyes. Ao Guang is the Grandmaster in our investigation team, and also the captain of the investigation team."
Wang Yao looked at Hu Mei and smiled slyly.
"You're not being honest. After asking you for so long, I haven't believed a single word you said." Hu Mei slowly stood up, looking at Wang Yao and laughing. Wang Yao then found his body suddenly heavy, and all his spiritual energy seemed to have vanished without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.
The feeling was strange; it was as if he had returned to being an ordinary person, and everything around him seemed to be covered by a layer of frosted glass.
As a Golden Core Realm immortal, Wang Yao could clearly visualize even the faintest sounds from afar, the pits and craters on the ground, the inconspicuous cracks on the walls, the textures on the surfaces of objects, and the mottled marks, even without using his senses.
However, at this moment, Wang Yao discovered that all the clear senses he had always thought accompanied him suddenly became dull. The town fell silent instantly, and the ground, walls, furniture and other objects became blurry in an instant, as if a familiar old friend had suddenly become a stranger.
The person was still the same, but Wang Yao was no longer familiar with him. That deep, intimate familiarity had inexplicably disappeared, leaving only a faint, ethereal memory.
Even though his spiritual energy was gone, Wang Yao did not feel the extreme powerlessness that comes with the depletion of spiritual energy. He could still move, but his body felt as if it were filled with lead, making it extremely sluggish. He could barely walk, yet he could still struggle to move.
"What...what did you do to me?" Wang Yao looked at Hu Mei in horror, as if he had seen a ghost.
"Lock him inside." Hu Mei ignored him and instead instructed Wang Yao to give the order to the Qingqiu fox demon beside him.
There were two side rooms on either side of the main hall facing the courtyard. The fox demon led Wang Yao into the room on the right, but did not go in with him.
The room looked quite dilapidated from the outside, with broken door frames and cobwebs hanging high, but once inside, it was surprisingly elegant and cozy.
The outermost room was a reception room, where a large daybed was placed. In the center of the bed was a rosewood tea table with a tall, gold-painted candlestick, the candles burning brightly. A set of blue and white porcelain tea set was placed next to the candlestick. Wang Yao noticed that a cup of tea had been brewed and was steaming.
The next room is a study, where a few thread-bound books are placed on the desk, some open and some closed. Beside the desk is a pot of wine and a small wine cup. The lid of the wine pot is open, and a faint aroma of wine fills the room. Passing through the study, through a sparse beaded curtain, the canopy bed in the bedroom is faintly visible.
The canopy bed was decorated with intricate patterns, and the red curtains embroidered with gold phoenixes on both sides were loosely drawn, through which a graceful figure could be vaguely seen sitting on the bed, secretly peeking at Wang Yao by parting the curtains with her hand.
The room was filled with a faint, sweet fragrance that made people feel dazed and dreamlike. Wang Yao was already feeling dizzy from Hu Mei's spell, and the scent made him even more sleepy.
No! Something's not right! This doesn't look like a prison at all! I can't stay here, I absolutely can't stay here! The last vestige of Wang Yao's sanity frantically reminded him.
The moment the figure on the bed lifted the curtain, Wang Yao turned around abruptly, staggered out of the bedroom, passed through the study, and when he entered the living room, he could no longer hold on and collapsed onto the daybed, falling into a deep sleep.
Wang Yao didn't know how long he slept, but he had a wonderful dream. In his dream, he and Li Shishi and the others returned to the bustling Taiqing Immortal City. They were all standing at the exit of the teleportation array, excitedly discussing where to go for fun.
Wang Yao wanted to see what kind of scoundrel Director Yang of the Heavenly Court's Education Bureau was, that he could actually make that old guy, the Heavenly Emperor, fall at his feet. This was no simple matter!
I need to investigate this myself. If Director Yang really has something going on with the Heavenly Emperor, I might have to have a word with him. Everyone says the Heavenly Court is strengthening its cadre team these days, so shouldn't you set an example? You should pay attention to things like your belt and your conduct.
In particular, his good friend, Fairy Maiden, had a good relationship with Ruoli Yuanjun, the wife of the Heavenly Emperor. Fairy Maiden's friend was also Wang Yao's friend. He couldn't let Ruoli Yuanjun suffer any injustice.
Upon hearing that Wang Yao was going to see Director Yang, Shi Shi, Zhao Jun, and Diao Chan all objected. They grabbed Wang Yao's arms, preventing him from moving, and pressed their small, bright red mouths against his face, making him itch every time they spoke.
"No, let's find a karaoke bar and sing some songs first!"
"Yes, we've finally arrived at Taiqing Immortal City. Let's first listen to a celestial music concert and be immersed in some refined art. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
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