His questioning was cut off, and after another long, deep kiss, Geng Qi felt his bones go weak, and he no longer had the strength to question anyone.
Rong Yu wasn't guarding against him, but against everyone. This stemmed from the insecurity caused by being hurt as a child and betrayed as an adult. When he was unconscious, he instinctively resisted external magic. In addition, since Geng Qi didn't intend to hurt him, the magic wasn't difficult to break. So, he woke up in less than a day.
However, since some people knew that he was still in the Yiling Sect and could not openly go to the Demon Palace to look for people, they could only send a message to the Demon Palace to lure people here.
Looking at the face before him, now even more alluring with the scent of desire, Rong Yu's eyes darkened, his hands tightened slightly, and he lost his composure.
As his consciousness sank, the hardness behind him disappeared, replaced by something soft. Geng Qi turned his head and realized that he was already lying on the couch, his position reversed. The other person was already on top of him. After breaking through to the Mahayana stage, the other person's already incomparably handsome face had become even more sacred. The thought that such a person belonged to him gave him a strange sense of excitement, as if he had blasphemed a god.
As that face drew closer, Geng Qi felt his mouth go dry and asked, knowing the answer already, "What...what are you doing?"
Rong Yu said, "Repair the soul."
"..."
Part of his soul is with Rong Yu. Repairing his soul requires the fusion of their souls, which means... cough!
When he used such a high-sounding reason to say such things, Geng Qi couldn't help but blush. Seeing that his body was already pressed against his, he couldn't help but soften his body. In the midst of the confusion, the letter that he had casually stuffed into his sleeve fell out. Glancing at it sideways, Geng Qi was stunned and asked, "Is what you said about the Lan Gu Sect true?"
Rong Yu was already adjusting his clothes, kissing his neck and softly humming in agreement.
Geng Qi said, "I sent Scorpion with the people from the Demon Realm."
"..."
Rong Yu raised his head slightly, placed his hands beside his ears, and supported himself above him.
Geng Qi stared blankly at him.
The purpose of bringing people from the demon realm is obvious.
At that time in Pipi Mountain, the Yandan Sect had the help of an elder from the Langu Sect, and the Nine Heavens Ambush Formation they formed made them very troublesome. The Langu Sect was originally a sect that cultivated formations. If, as Rong Yu said in his letter, their disciples had long since become human puppets who knew no fear and were only loyal to the death, like the disciples of the Yandan Sect, it would be better for them to strike first than to be used by the Langu Sect to sacrifice their formations against them in the future.
He didn't know if what he was doing was right or wrong. Those disciples were certainly innocent, but their innocence might hurt more innocent people. They shouldn't die, but they couldn't be allowed to live.
Rong Yu pondered for a moment: "It's not just the disciples of the Lan Gu Sect."
"What?"
"Humans have seven souls, and none of them are indispensable. Those who can utilize them are not the only ones who cultivate immortality."
"..."
The seven souls of a person are in charge of joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hate, and desire. Taking away one soul and eliminating fear will not hinder daily life. If they want to hide it, others will not be able to tell.
Geng Qi's pupils contracted slightly: "You mean, the people in Xiangbo City?"
Rong Yu said, "Just guessing."
"..."
Since he was able to utter those words, he must already be 80% certain of them.
Geng Qi shifted his elbows back, half-propping himself up, and said, "That Grand Preceptor, is he under your command?"
"..."
Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that I appeared in this ancient tower!
He suddenly realized that they were still on someone else's territory.
Looking down at his clothes, which had fallen down to his shoulders, Geng Qi blushed and quickly raised his hand to set up a barrier!
Rong Yu remained silent, watching his momentary astonishment and panic, his thin lips slightly pursed, his eyes filled with amusement.
Geng Qi immediately realized he had been tricked. This person was even more shameless than him; how could he possibly do such a thing in front of others!
I was worrying for nothing!
Seeing the person on top of him smiling smugly, he awkwardly tried to run away, "I...I'm worried, I'll go check on them..."
"Repair his soul first." Rong Yu pressed him back down.
"But Qinghan and the others..."
"Don't worry, I have my own plans."
The last syllable was swallowed by the two lips meeting again. Geng Qi's elbow, which was supporting his body, instantly went limp. Their souls were intertwined, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes comfortably.
The person on his body had always seemed carefree, uninvolved in court disputes and unconcerned with sect affairs, as if all he could do in his life was cultivation. Even though they spent every day together, Geng Qi had never discovered that he had any dealings with others. However, how could he have really done nothing at all in the past hundred years?
The Grand Preceptor, who stands shoulder to shoulder with the Emperor in the royal family, obeys the orders of the First Prince instead of the Emperor. He also easily learns the secrets hidden within the Lan Valley Sect, and may even have ties to the Second Palace and other sects.
Meticulous and cunning.
Such a person might make others wary, but Geng Qi only felt at ease. He said he was at ease, and perhaps he really could be at ease.
Putting aside the jumbled worries in his mind, he curled his lips into a smile, wrapped his legs around Rong Yu, and provocatively met her advances with a light laugh.
Outside the ancient pagoda, a figure emerged from the top and headed straight for the outskirts of Sangzhong City.
At the city gate, Qing Han, in his capacity as Prince Zhan, was leading his golden-armored guards toward Xiangbo City when suddenly a person landed. He stared in astonishment: "Why is the Imperial Preceptor here?"
"Your subject will accompany Prince Zhan."
"..."
Hearing his solemn words, Qinghan nodded seriously, but then she couldn't help but wonder why the Grand Preceptor's handsome face was sometimes green and sometimes white.
...
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
