659 Deep Affection
The beautiful woman was as soft as water, seemingly boneless. After finishing her meal, she appeared somewhat tired and felt weak all over, so she slumped against my chest.
She closed her eyes slightly, a blush creeping across her face, lost in thought, enjoying this rare moment of tranquility and warmth.
Seeing the beautiful woman's tired and delicate appearance, a surge of tenderness welled up in his heart. He gently placed two exquisite bottles of elixirs into her bosom!
He whispered, "These are the Heavenly King Heart-Nourishing Pill and the Rejuvenating Pill from the secret vault. Keep them safe and take them as soon as possible. I'm preparing for your breakthrough."
You may use the other elixirs at any time!
He then said sincerely, "Strive to break through to the Martial Emperor realm; only then will it be a blessing for our Xuanji Sect."
Upon hearing this, the beauty slowly opened her eyes and looked into the concerned and affectionate gaze of the True Man of the Cave of Darkness. A warm feeling welled up in her heart.
She couldn't help but hug Dongming Zhenren tightly, her voice slightly choked as she said, "You're so good to me, but I'm not finished..."
Dongming abruptly stopped Wu Shijie.
He smiled slightly, gently stroking the beauty's hair, and said, "Now that you've come with me, I naturally want to treat you well. These pills were specially prepared for you; I hope they will help you break through to the next level soon!"
The dance instructor was moved to tears and hugged the broad chest tightly.
She nestled tightly in Dongming's arms, as if wanting to hold onto this moment of warmth forever.
At this moment, Dongming felt the charisma of being the number one person, and he was in charge of everything in the Xuanji Sect. He was filled with boundless joy.
Looking around at the Xuanji Sect's courtyard and the distant mountains, I felt a surge of pride and satisfaction.
As the current leader of the Xuanji Sect, he possesses unparalleled authority and status, and the entire sect is under his control.
He could decide the future direction of the sect and influence the fate of every disciple. This feeling of control over everything made him feel incredibly powerful and confident.
He gently embraced the beauty, her fragrance filling his nostrils, a subtle scent wafting in the air. He quickened his pace and headed towards the backyard.
Under the deep moonlight, the Red King sat high on his chair, surrounded by two newly promoted men, Changhong and Huoxiang, who respectfully awaited his orders.
The Red King asked softly, "How are your subjects doing lately?"
He turned his head slightly, his gaze passing through the layers of doors and windows of the main hall, looking into the distance, as if observing the daily lives of his people.
His tone revealed a deep concern for the well-being of his people.
His lifelong wish was for his people to live in peace and prosperity and escape the poverty of the Red Kingdom.
In the mind of the Red King, the reason why the Red Kingdom was impoverished was because too much of the land was barren and there was not enough food to eat.
So the Red King was also a wanderer from childhood, he was also hungry and almost starved to death, and he really did die. Therefore, if the land is fertile, he can definitely make his people rich.
Changhong respectfully replied, "Your Majesty, the people live in peace and prosperity, and the order is excellent. Your effective governance has brought prosperity to the territory, and the people live in peace and contentment."
Upon hearing this, the Red King nodded slightly, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.
He said softly, "You may all leave."
The two men replied respectfully, "Yes."
The Red King's expression slowly darkened, his gaze becoming profound, as if piercing through invisible barriers to see his former comrades who had fought alongside him. He murmured to himself, his voice revealing an indescribable mix of emotion and unfamiliarity.
"If you were still here, you probably wouldn't so easily say that the people are living in peace and prosperity." It was as if the falcon was still beside him, scrutinizing him. "You must have many questions you need to ask."
The Red King smiled slightly and said, "After all, we've just killed some people who wanted to seize power; there's no peace to speak of."
He whispered, 'If fertile land can bring wealth to the people, why are these people forcing me to kill?'
The Red King gently touched his chest, where a lingering pain seemed to remain. The greater trouble was that his internal energy had been broken; the insidious power, like a cunning viper, was corroding his body, slowly and relentlessly destroying his life force.
Although the wound is gradually healing, the force is difficult to eliminate, so it is necessary to divert some of the force to suppress the damage caused by this insidious poison.
Red King's expression hardened, a ruthless glint in his eyes. He thought to himself, 'There aren't enough small fry jumping out, but if I hadn't been injured, probably none of them would have jumped out.'
Looking into the distance, one sees the Gan Prefecture land that the Xuanji Sect had voluntarily ceded. Gan Prefecture is a vast and fertile land, and it is also connected to a tributary of the Grand Canal. It is indeed a good place.
However, the territory of Gan Prefecture is too close to the jurisdiction of the Supreme Emperor's Mansion, which is a deliberate attempt to drag the Supreme Emperor's Mansion into trouble.
Moreover, the bordering areas are all wealthy cities that support many sects, and these sects are not easy to get along with, which undoubtedly brings a lot of trouble to governance.
He frowned slightly, finding these troubles tedious and tiresome, and didn't want to overthink them.
Knowing full well that the Xuanji faction harbored ill intentions and might be hiding a deep-seated power struggle and conspiracy, they couldn't refuse a free offer, and they absolutely couldn't afford to weaken themselves, otherwise they would be surrounded and attacked from all sides.
He whispered, "The injury can't be left untreated for too long!"
A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes as he resolved, thinking to himself, 'I must find a suitable method as soon as possible to expel the insidious poison from my body and restore myself to my peak condition.'
Unable to think quietly, the Red King's thoughts flashed rapidly in the night, like lightning, yet they could not break through the deep and bewildering fog that shrouded the mountains and forests.
As he sat silently, ripples of emotion stirred within him. He suddenly realized that after the deaths of Falcon and the others, he was adrift in the vast sea of people like a lone boat, with no one he could rely on and no friends he could ask for help.
The words "friend" and "brother" were once as bright and shining as stars to him, but now they have become so distant and ethereal.
Yesterday's laughter and chatter created a fleeting moment of beauty, but now it's forever out of reach. Those joyful moments seem like mere illusions in a dream, easily shattered.
The Red King sighed slightly and murmured, "The word 'friend' is utterly laughable to me. From the moment I lost my brother Xiao Qiang, I was a dead man. What friends could I possibly have?"
The Red King's thoughts drifted in the night, like fallen leaves scattered by the autumn wind, gently touching upon fragments of the past. He couldn't help but recall those days when he slept in ditches, drank cold water, and went hungry one day and full the next.
Those days are deeply imprinted in his heart like a brand, and every time he recalls them, he seems to be able to touch that unforgettable hardship.
The earth was his bed, the cold cracks in the rocks were his pillow, and the cold night wind was his only companion. He drank the cool, clear water and was starving!
He once stood at the second-highest point of power, possessing everything he had ever dreamed of—second only to the emperor, above all others.
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