Shang Xiye and Ji Fengyao looked at each other in bewilderment: So it really is still related to that old hag, the Empress Dowager?
The Empress Dowager, fast asleep: "..."
I didn't! It wasn't me! It has nothing to do with me, not even a penny!
At this moment, Shang Beiyu ascended on his sword again, concealing himself and Song Huiru within a cloud of black mist invisible to the naked eye. He hovered in the air above Cixi Palace, watching Shang Xiye and Ji Fengyao hiding in the shadows below, and directing his guards to prepare to search the palace.
Song Huiru had never felt this way before:
He stood high above, trampling the legendary powerful Ninth Prince under his feet, watching them search for him in vain.
This is the powerful sense of strength—as long as you have enough strength, as long as you are strong enough, everything in this world will be trampled under your feet!
Song Huiru looked up, wanting to say something to Shang Beiyu, but then remembered what he had said before, opened her mouth, and then closed it again.
She now clearly understood just how strong this man was, and her heart was filled with extreme fear and reverence for him!
Right now, she doesn't want to disobey him in the slightest; she just wants to cling to his powerful backing so that she can become stronger.
She will become so powerful that one day she will be able to trample the Ninth Prince and that bandit under her feet.
She was so powerful that she could torture them however she wanted!
Take revenge however you want!
"Want to become stronger?" Shang Beiyu seemed to read Song Huiru's mind at a glance, seeing right through her thoughts: "You can speak now. I have placed a barrier around the sword, so they can't hear you."
"I want to!" Song Huiru nodded emphatically, her eyes filled with ambition and desire: "Please help Huiru, Your Highness. I know Your Highness must have a purpose in saving me; but as long as Your Highness helps Huiru master the immortal arts and obtain this supreme power, Huiru will wholeheartedly help Your Highness achieve your wish!"
Shang Beiyu looked at her calmly, a half-smile on his face: "Even if it costs you your life in the end, you're willing?"
Song Huiru hesitated for a moment: Was he telling the truth? Would he take her life?
She then denied it.
He's so strong, if he wanted her life, he could just snap his fingers;
It's clear that he said that just to test her.
"Yes, I am willing," Song Huiru nodded solemnly, and found a high-sounding reason for herself: "Rather than live a lowly and enslaved life, I would rather die standing. As long as Your Highness needs me, Huiru is willing to serve Your Highness for the rest of her life!"
Shang Beiyu smiled gently, her smile radiating tenderness and sweetness.
He almost coaxed Song Huiru into taking her hand, slashed her palm, and used her blood to draw an unusually intricate pattern on it. He then raised her hand above her head and said gently, "Since you are sincere, then make a vow to the Heavenly Dao and the Demon God; I will lead you onto the path of cultivation and immortality, and for the rest of your life, you will belong to me in life and death, obeying my orders and pledging allegiance. Otherwise, you will be punished by heaven and earth, devoured by ten thousand demons, and never be reincarnated!"
At this moment, Song Huiru did not realize how serious this matter was;
She didn't understand just how vicious this vow really was.
All she knew was that at that moment, he was the best person in the world to her, and the sole support and hope for her future.
So Song Huiru took the initiative to raise her right hand, which was adorned with the blood talisman, and made a vow to both Heaven and the Demon God, word by word, following Shang Beiyu's words.
From this point on, whether in the cultivator world or the demon world, Song Huiru will be subject to Shang Beiyu, with no way to retreat and unable to escape for eternity until her soul dissipates.
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