[Fantasy] The Amorous Emperor (Complete) - 1-3

Chapter 1 Rebirth in Another World (1) ~~Chapter 10 Awakening from the Strange Change

The cold wind howled, and a down-on-his-luck young man stood indifferently on the summit of Mount Hua. He held a stunningly beautiful woman in a police uniform in his arms, his bloodied right hand gripping her white throat. Snowflakes began to dance, and the young man's empty eyes revealed a hint of confusion.

"Tang Yun, please calm down and put down the Phoenix Group. We know you have been wronged. As long as you turn yourself in, we will clear your name according to the law!" A bald, middle-aged man in a black suit stood ten meters away from the young man, his voice trembling slightly. If the young man was really that murderous fiend, who would dare to negotiate? Three hundred and thirty dead, their bones were all turned to powder while their skin was intact. What a cruel and ruthless method!

On the mountainside, hundreds of special police officers aimed microparticle pulse sniper rifles at the young man, preventing him from making any sudden moves; at the summit, a makeshift mixed squad composed of super soldiers dispatched by the National Security Bureau and members of the Dragon Group

shielded him from the cold wind.

The young man listened to his words, a cold smile on his face. He looked up at the sky, a hazy gray, snowflakes falling from the heavens like distant sighs. He took a deep breath, calming himself. The warm, soft fragrance emanating from her embrace seemed to transport him back to the time when the beautiful girl was beside him, her breath sweet and fragrant, their bodies close together. He couldn't help but look into her arms; a few tear tracks had appeared on her beautiful face, her eyes slightly closed, her head resting on his shoulder.

Seeing her serene and untroubled expression, he leaned closer and whispered in her ear, "Who are you? I can't possibly kidnap you, so why are you helping me?"

The girl's heart raced from the strong masculine scent, a beautiful blush rising to her cheeks. Her voice, as melodious as a nightingale's, rang out, "Do you remember the girl you saved ten years ago? I'm Xiaoxue!" Tears welled in her eyes as she finished speaking. The young man

froze, his hand loosening slightly. He had indeed saved a girl who had collapsed by the roadside ten years ago, after which her parents had given her away. He never imagined that the exquisitely beautiful girl from back then was the stunning beauty in his arms.

The girl leaned against him, looking at him tenderly, and said gently, "You know, even though I was very young then, I remembered you the moment you saved me, and it's only grown deeper with time, unforgettable." She lowered her head and continued, "Because of my special constitution, I was selected by the National Security Bureau to practice ancient martial arts, and I'm not allowed to leave the country's secret territory. The reason I was unconscious before was because I was targeted by a mysterious force and was being hunted by them."

The young man's heart trembled. Ten years ago, his parents were in a car accident; could it be revenge from that mysterious force? Thinking of this, a sharp pain shot through him, and he involuntarily closed his eyes in agony, feeling like an outsider to everything. He was originally the heir to one of China's three major conglomerates, possessing inexhaustible wealth. At the age of 15, his parents died in a car accident, leaving him alone. The pain of losing his parents quickly led him to indulge in a life of pleasure and debauchery, a young womanizer who found joy in playing with beautiful women. Over nine years, he had countless girlfriends, always prioritizing quality, spending most of his time searching for beauties at universities across the country. Until he was twenty-four, at Qingmeng Academy, one of the three great academies in China, he met the girl who haunted his dreams. It was through her that he learned that supernatural abilities and ancient martial arts existed in this world, and he begged to learn her family's secret manual. Yesterday was like a dream; he leaned against her under her small umbrella, watching the snow. Who could have imagined that the gentle girl who taught him the Ice Flame Palm was a ruthless killer, and that he, because he possessed the Ice Flame Palm, would be wrongly accused of murder?

He opened his eyes, looking at the beautiful woman in his arms, a surge of hatred rising in his heart. After a long while, he sighed deeply and whispered in her ear, "Do you know how my parents died?"

Murong Xue felt his icy breath, her face pale, and said, "Yes, it was Death Castle."

Tang Yun breathed a sigh of relief, as if relieved, and said softly, "Find out, take revenge!"

Murong Xue realized his meaning and pleaded, "Don't do anything foolish, I know you're innocent!"

He glanced at the gray sky and sighed, "I'm tired. Give all the company's money to the girls I've wronged!" After saying that, he slowly raised his hand, and a white flame began to ignite from his palm. The negotiation expert could clearly feel the suffocating coldness generated in that terrifying flame.

In the distance, a young man wearing a Dragon Group police uniform watched Tang Yun embracing his fiancée, his hatred already rising. He hadn't even held her hand. At this moment, he saw Tang Yun release his grip, ignite his Ice and Fire True Qi, and pull the trigger of a sniper rifle with his bulging veins. Countless light bullets flew towards him at high speed, and Tang Yun, his head pierced by the bullets

, fell towards the cliff and the sea of clouds. "No—" Murong Xue cried out in shock, her eyes wide with horror, desperately reaching towards the cliff and the sea of clouds. Petals flew, like a dream, like an illusion. Who can hold onto the beauty of memories forever? What she grasped was just a fleeting shadow. Looking at the blood splattered from his head on her body, she felt a sense of emptiness, only his voice remaining in her ears: "Find out, take revenge! Give all the company's money to the girls I've wronged..."

Chapter Two: Rebirth in Another World

Spring rain was like gauze, hazy and indistinct.

Below the sky was a vast expanse of waterweed stretching to the horizon, only wild geese parted the clear ripples, rising from the waterweeds, turning into light, slanting rain.

"Biru, do you still remember the scene when we met here seventeen years ago?" Ye Guzhou slowly sailed out, its boat laden with lotus leaves and wildflowers. A man in white stood at the bow, embracing a young woman in green, and asked softly. The

young woman in green raised her eyes to look at her husband, seeing his flowing hair and undiminished heroic spirit. She couldn't help but smile and say, "Once, mist and rain stirred the green smoke, a smile on autumn waves. Laughing at the mortal world, I watched the fairy songs drift by, envying only the mandarin ducks, not the immortals. I still remember your terrible poem from back then."

Li Chen chuckled awkwardly. He was alright in martial arts, but he knew his own limitations when it came to poetry. Conquering this universally acknowledged talented woman had taken considerable effort. If it weren't for his later heroic rescue, the outcome would have been uncertain. However, he was proud to have married one of the five most beautiful women in the world. Suddenly, he frowned, closed his eyes, twitched his ears slightly, and turned to look at Biru, saying, "Biru, play a tune of 'Floating Immortal Melody,' shall we?"

Biru nodded silently, glanced at her eight-year-old son on the small boat behind her, looking around with his maidservant by his side, and smiled happily. Her slender fingers deftly moved, and finally, the flute's melody rose softly. The flute's sound was gentle and romantic, like willow catkins swaying in the wind. Listening to the flute, Li Chen's state of mind rapidly improved. He stretched out his arms like a roc spreading its wings, his body radiating Heavenly Sword Qi, slowly rising until he reached mid-air. His eyes, sharp as lightning, stared at the slightly swaying water plants in the distance.

Suddenly, ripples spread across the water, soft splashing, and mist rose from the lake, condensing into human figures. When the mist dissipated, ten old men in snow-white robes stood on the water plants. The ten old men stood at the ten positions of the Heavenly Stems, firmly locking onto Li Chen.

A murderous intent rose in Li Chen's heart. All he longed for was to travel among the mountains and rivers with his lover and children. He had even relinquished the throne that should have been his, yet the open and covert wars between nations still subjected him to constant assassination attempts.

"Come out, all of you!" he roared, his fingers flicking, sending a burst of Daoist energy striking the sons of the ten curious old men behind him. The child slumped softly into the arms of a maid, his body crackling with purple lightning that quickly formed a spherical barrier protecting him. The maid cried out in alarm, thrown aside by the barrier, her clothes scorched by the electricity.

Hearing Li Chen's roar, clear, round water droplets rose into the air, radiating a soft light. With several hissing sounds, the droplets merged together, gradually expanding into twelve large spheres. *Pop pop*—the spheres shattered, revealing twelve white-clad warriors wielding narrow, long blades, standing on the water at the twelve cardinal directions, firmly locking the two boats in place.

The cool raindrops fell on Li Chen's face, calming him somewhat. At that moment, the flute music stopped, and a brief, deathly silence fell, so quiet that the patter of the rain could be heard. A moment later, the flute music resumed. The fine rain fell gently, droplets forming on Biru's hair, slowly trickling down her cheeks and down her chin, soaking her clothes. Her beautiful face was especially radiant in the gentle rain, and the flute music flowed from her soft lips, tinged with a touch of sorrow.

Li Chen's gaze returned to the small boat, smiling warmly at Bi Ru. He then turned back, emitting a pungent aura, and said, "I don't have time to bother with you old fogies. You're all too old; wouldn't it be better for you to spend your time visiting brothels and indulging in wine and women?"

Hearing his playful words, Bi Ru couldn't help but chuckle inwardly, secretly rolling her eyes at him.

"Hmph! Prince Xiaoyao, hand over the first part of the 'Tianlan Sword Manual'!" A white-robed old man with profound true qi transformed his true qi into wings, flapping them behind him as he flew into the air, facing Li Chen.

"You really want it?" Li Chen asked calmly.

"Huh?" This question stunned the white-robed old man, Cang Kong. In his memory, Prince Xiaoyao was no pushover.

"No need for doubt. Defeating the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches of the Long family requires the strength of a Martial Saint. I'm at most a Martial King. Here you go!" After saying this, Li Chen took out a golden jade slip from his robes and threw it fiercely at the old man.

Just as Cang Kong was about to reach for it, he suddenly remembered something, abruptly retreated, and shouted angrily, "Back off!" No sooner had he finished speaking than the jade slip exploded with a deafening roar, unleashing waves of energy that surged towards the Ten Heavenly Stems. Amidst the whooshing sounds, water cascaded, the void hissed, and several spatial rifts were torn open!

"Pfft!" Cang Kong was struck heavily in the chest by the energy wave, spitting out blood. Two elderly men who had caught up helped him stand on the water's surface. Within moments, the other ten elders, whose true energy was similar, had suppressed his injuries.

Even Li Chen, who had used such earth-shattering power repeatedly, couldn't help but gasp. "Heaven-Shattering Thunder" truly lived up to its reputation as Elder Huoyun's prized possession in the family's secret realm; it was equivalent to a Martial Saint's strike. It was a pity it was used too early; it hadn't killed eight, nine, or even ten people. Thinking this

through

his mind, Li Chen's actions were swift. His figure transformed into a streak of light, soaring straight into the sky. His white robes fluttered, and with a wave of his right hand, he stirred the surrounding raindrops, which coalesced into a sharp ice sword, emanating an astonishing chill.

"Kill!" a furious roar echoed. Ten white-robed elders took flight, the azure water beneath their feet roaring as it transformed into a green dragon, plunging into the heavens with a thunderous roar like a waterfall cascading for miles.

Just then, the Twelve Earthly Branches simultaneously flew towards Bi Ru, who was playing the flute, and the unconscious young prince. With a thud, waves surged, and the ten royal golden-armored ultimate guards, who had been submerged to protect the carefree prince, finally leaped out of the water, revealing themselves. Faint golden lightning crackled between their brows, and golden arcs of electricity struck the Twelve Earthly Branches with crackling sounds. The Twelve Earthly Branches were forced to retreat, and the two sides remained locked in a stalemate. Bi Ru's eyes gradually closed, immersed in the music. Then, her jade-like fingers moved rapidly, the flute playing nine notes, her face flushed. The mournful flute music was like the lament of a widow, and the world seemed to scatter spring flowers and sway gently in the killing intent. No one noticed that within this desolate lament, the flute music condensed into countless silent, flying blades, appearing and disappearing like mist and rain on the water's surface. The Twelve Earthly Branches felt dizzy listening to this flute music, and even the unconscious Little Prince shifted restlessly within the barrier. The barrier flickered in and out of focus in the mist and rain, but the golden-armored assassins seemed unaffected, wielding their golden blades and fiercely attacking the Twelve Earthly Branches.

Li Chen stood in the air like a god, his ice sword, forged by true energy, turning into a dazzling gold.

"The Great Formation of Jia and Yi!" A booming voice erupted from the snow-robed elder Cang Kong, the sound waves creating sonic booms that radiated outwards, demonstrating that his strength had reached the peak of the Martial King realm, with only one foot in the Martial Saint realm.

Twelve elders flew through the air, their enormous wings flapping, green poisonous threads spreading from their hands to form eerie, ghostly lotuses, emanating a chilling aura—the Nine Nether Soul-Hooking Threads—the Dragon Family's unique hidden weapon!

"Covering the sky and eclipsing the sun, annihilating the prodigy!" The eerie lotuses in the elders' hands grew wildly, eventually connecting with each other, spinning rapidly, emitting a foul stench.

The elders continuously channeled their true energy into the lotuses, blood trickling from their mouths, and muffledly shouted, "Silence!" The green lotuses grew larger and larger, swirling in the air like a dragon, creating a deafening roar as they pressed down on Li Chen.

"Damn it!" Li Chen roared, his ice sword slashing through the void. A giant beam of light struck the lotus, and the lotus hissed and shattered. Then, following the trajectory of the true energy blade, the lotus disintegrated into countless poisonous tendrils that enveloped Li Chen. The Ten Heavenly Stems were overjoyed, finally trapping Li Chen inside. They channeled their true energy even faster into the silken cocoon. In no time, the poison would refine Li Chen, turning him into the "poison slave" that the mysterious mastermind had described.

Chapter Four: Rebirth in Another World. Dark

clouds had unknowingly shrouded the sky above the swamp lake, and rain began to fall in a drizzle. A streak of dark red lightning flashed across the sky, adding an eerie atmosphere to the world.

The flute music was urgent and swirling. Bi Ru looked at the inky silk ball in the sky and spat out a mouthful of blood. Golden-armored Heavenly Guards streaked across the sky, charging towards the Twelve Earthly Branches, accompanied by waves of energy, causing the lake water to surge. Witnessing the carnage, the maid, driven mad by the flute music, trembled and hid in the boat. Suddenly, she saw sonic blades flickering in the lake and screamed. At that moment, the sonic blades surged forth in a chaotic flurry, attacking the Twelve Earthly Branches.

"The Zi-Chou Grand Formation!" A gentle breeze swept by, and the Twelve Earthly Branches, unable to form their own formation, felt the pervasive killing intent. The terrifying flute music from before rang out, and countless transparent flying blades pierced their chests and heads, then fell heavily into the water, staining it crimson with blood. Exhausted, Bi

Ru collapsed softly onto the boat's bow. Who would have known she was originally a disciple of the Qin Sect? The great principles of the world, though varied, all originate from the same source: the state of mind! With a pure heart for music, even without internal energy, one can kill from afar, not just through martial arts. There is also the way of painting, the way of dance; pavilions within paintings can trap dragons and phoenixes, and dance steps can bewitch and upside down all things. Later, the Painting Immortal Qingyan, the Dance Immortal Yunyan, the Qin Immortal Ziyan, and the Poet Immortal Linglong appeared.

The Golden Armored Heavenly Guards, no longer restrained, flew upwards to rescue Li Chen. Just then, with a deafening boom, the green sphere shattered. Li Chen stood amidst the green smoke, holding a golden sword, its sword energy swirling.

"Pfft! Pfft!" The twelve elders, struck by the returning true energy, suffered damage to their heart meridians, falling bloodied into the water, barely clinging to the water plants. Cang Kong stood in the grass, blood staining his clothes from his lips, his face filled with disbelief: "Martial Saint?"

Li Chen replied noncommittally, "Wrong, Martial Spirit!" Who could have predicted that he, before even reaching thirty, was already a Martial Spirit level expert? Moreover, his eldest son, Li Xiangyu, possessed the Martial God Meridian Opening ability, a master of his youth.

The green-clad figure, utterly useless, emerged from the grass, leaving a trail of afterimages before landing on Biru's small boat. He tightened his grip on the burly man, then stepped on Biru, who had already fainted from exhaustion.

Li Chen and the Twelve Golden Armored Guards returned to the surface and, seeing this scene, Li Chen roared, "Who are you? I will tear you to pieces!"

"Me?" The green-clad man was taken aback. He loosened his grip on the burly man's neck, letting the raindrops splash green poisonous mist onto him, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm just a killing machine trained with drugs since childhood. Hand over the incomplete 'Tianlan Sword Manual'!" "Cough

cough..." Taking advantage of the green-clad man's loosening grip, the burly man twisted his neck and said with difficulty, "Brother Li, I've implicated you again. Take good care of my... two... daughters." After saying this, black poisonous gas emanated from his body. When the green-clad man released his grip, the burly man fell into the water and turned into a pile of withered bones.

"Brother Zhao!" Li Chen's eyes were bloodshot as he watched the once-renowned "Undying Vajra," one of the Seven Great Masters of the Central Plains, reduced to a pile of bones. His heart churned violently.

"They're here to help you, but they're in the way!" he said, stomping on Bi Ru. "If you don't hurry, your woman will suffer the same fate!"

"Here you go! Get lost!" Li Chen trembled as he pulled a golden jade slip from his robes and tossed it to the green-clad man, his eyes bloodshot. "Release her!"

The green-clad man chuckled sinisterly. "Very well! Azure Dragon Subdues, Vast Expanse!" With that, he transformed into a streak of light and vanished instantly. Judging by his strength, he had clearly reached the level of a Grandmaster or Martial Emperor.

Upon hearing this, Li Chen's expression changed. He flew over, embraced the unconscious Bi Ru, and channeled his wood-elemental true energy into her. Bi Ru's eyelashes fluttered, she coughed twice, and weakly opened her eyes, looking at Li Chen and asking, "What happened?"

Li Chen remained silent, holding Bi Ru tightly as he watched the sky suddenly change.

The pattering rain howled across the lake, thunderclaps echoed, and purple lightning descended from the sky, tearing several cracks in the void. The so-called "Azure Dragon's Subduing Transformation, Ten Thousand Miles of Vastness" was a great calamity that occurred only once every ten thousand years on the Tianlong Continent. Whenever this happened, the sky would suddenly change, turning a deep azure, and the land for ten thousand miles would be deathly silent. The souls of all living beings seemed to be sucked away by the earth, turning to ashes after three days, even Martial Emperor level experts were no exception, unless they reached the Martial Venerable level. However, Martial Emperors, connected by the power of the earth and the mandate of heaven, had an innate sensitivity to calamities of spiritual energy and could foresee and avoid them.

"Boom—" Streaks of lightning crisscrossed the sky, and a purple mark roared and soared through the air, breaking through space and racing through the cracks. A wisp of turbid blue energy, emerging from the spatial rift, solidified into a blue dragon, chasing after it. If a Martial Ancestor were present, he would recognize this blue energy as the Soul-Devouring Blue Dragon, one of the Ten Ancient Mythical Beasts, and the purple mark, in its spatial forging, was comparable to a Martial Ancestor's soul mark.

Just then, a golden lightning bolt roared in, striking the fleeing purple mark. The golden orb was devoured by the blue dragon and fell from the sky!

Dark clouds rolled across the sky, half of it a hazy blue, and a suffocating atmosphere permeated the surroundings. The child protected within the boat's barrier shifted restlessly, until the Dragon Soul Barrier Bead hanging peacefully around his neck shattered with a crack.

Li Chen watched in astonishment, preparing to rush over and embrace his youngest son. Whoosh—before he could react, a stream of purple-gold light streaked through the void, heading straight for the little prince.

"No—" The maid, clearly mentally unstable, frantically tried to block the light sphere, colliding with it. With a sizzling sound, her delicate body was charred to ashes, while the light sphere swiftly burrowed into the child's body amidst the pained gazes of Li Chen and Bi Ru.

Chapter Five: The Orphan of the Qin Sect

. A heavy mist hung in the air, and the sound of a qin (a seven-stringed zither) drifted from within. In a peach grove valley, a stunningly beautiful woman in white sat beneath a peach tree, her slender hands gently plucking the strings. The beautiful music echoed through the valley. A gentle breeze blew, the strings lightly brushing against the woman's face and landing on the strings, filling the air with a faint fragrance.

Behind the beautiful woman stood a seven- or eight-year-old girl, captivated by the music, a faint smile on her lips, dancing like a little elf amidst the fluttering petals. Butterflies seemed drawn to the scene, fluttering their wings gently among the intertwined petals, as if singing along with the qin.

"The name 'Fairy of the Qin' is indeed well-deserved!" A

young man in brocade robes appeared on a peach branch, his painted fan swaying gently, his voice tender. Zi Yan slightly raised her head, looking at the elegantly dressed young man, and nodded slightly, saying, "Thank you for your praise, Young Master Qi. My skills are but a humble skill!"

Qi Ya looked at the woman's peerless beauty, his heart stirred with emotion, and said, "Does Miss Zi Yan know what happened at Moon Lake last month? I never imagined that the art of the qin could be incorporated into martial arts, causing such a great stir in the martial world. I suppose Miss Zi Yan has already mastered the art of the qin?"

Zi Yan was taken aback, silently lowering her head. The qin music slowly flowed from her hands as she softly said, "This humble woman does not wish to be involved in the martial world, and I am unaware of the possibility of attaining sainthood through the art of love. How did Young Master Qi obtain this information?" Hearing Zi Yan's question, Qi Ya shook his painted fan and quickly replied, "

Last month, the Carefree Prince, along with his wife and children, was boating on Moon Lake when, unexpectedly, the princess, who knew no martial arts, used her flute to transform into a blade, killing half of the enemies and escaping danger. However, at the end, a strange event occurred, and his young prince has not yet awakened. This news is absolutely true; although the court has suppressed it, some powerful forces still know about it."

Zi Yan's hands trembled. She knew a bit about Qi Ya's influence, so obtaining this information was easy for her. When she heard that the princess, who knew no martial arts, used her flute to transform into a blade, she seemed somewhat dazed and said, "Thank you, Young Master Qi. What is the Way of the Qin, what is the Way of the Saints? What meaning does it have for me? I merely wish to play music of purity in this fragrant land."

"Hmm?" Qi Ya awkwardly shook his painted fan and said, "Miss Zi Yan is indeed noble. If Miss Zi Yan wishes to travel the world, I am willing to serve you!"

"Thank you, Young Master Qi." Zi Yan gave a slight nod, her slender hands gently stroking the strings of her zither. The melodious music rose and fell, and the delicate eyebrows of the little girl beneath the tree, furrowed from the interruption of the music, slowly relaxed, her thin lips curving into a crescent-shaped smile.

Qi Ya, seeing that Zi Yan hadn't turned her head, was deeply disappointed. He had gone to great lengths to find this place, only to find her indifferent towards him. He gazed at Zi Yan's beautiful back with fascination, a possessive desire rising within him. After a long while, he suppressed his wicked thoughts and flew into the flower grove without looking back. What he desired would surely belong to him; he wanted the person, and even more so, his heart

! A wisp of white cloud drifted by, a gentle breeze stirred a few wisps of dust, which swirled leisurely before Zi Yan's eyes. Tears welled in Zi Yan's eyes as she softly played the zither, the slightly melancholic melody seeming to echo through the valley with the weight of countless vicissitudes. Once upon a time, the name of the Qin Sect resounded throughout Yunhuang, and who in Yunhuang hadn't heard of the "Qin Immortal Couple"? But when she was ten years old, the entire Qin Sect was massacred, and her parents, the "Qin Immortal Couple," perished as well. Only she and her two-year-old cousin, Zi Wan, hid in the valley. Because the disciples of the Qin Sect rarely ventured into the world, and the sect kept the secrets of the zither extremely tight, the world... No one knew that achieving sainthood through the zither was a secret, but to the Zither Sect, it was no secret. The sect's destruction was due to the theft of their most prized possession, the "Smiling Proud Wanderer Melody." This very melody had killed thousands, yet they didn't realize that the killing wasn't in the music, but in the heart. If the heart achieves sainthood, then the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting can all attain sainthood. People only use martial arts to take lives, but a master of the zither must have internal strength as a foundation. Could a zither master who doesn't know martial arts not kill from afar? Recalling the Moon Lake Princess's ability to transform zither music into blades, could she be a descendant of the Zither Sect? Thinking this, Zi Yan's slender hand stopped. Transforming zither music into blades required... Her parents' lifelong research into the "Heart of the Qin Manual" had reached the Heavenly Foundation stage—could she have already entered the King Realm? But she herself didn't possess the "Heart of the Qin Manual," and her efforts to restore her mental state were insufficient.

Gazing at the Heavenly Birds above the peach grove, Zi Yan felt a deep sorrow welling up within her. Tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping onto the strings of her qin, faintly emitting a soft hum. She walked to the little girl's side and gently stroked her hair.

The little girl pouted slightly, her black, curly eyelashes trembling. Finally, she looked at Zi Yan blankly, her voice incredibly sweet as she asked, "Sister, what's wrong?" As she spoke, she tiptoed and used her delicate white hands to wipe away the tears on Zi Yan's face.

Zi Yan lovingly rubbed the little girl's cheeks and said, "Wan'er, let's go out of the valley, okay?"

"Sister?" Zi Wan looked at Zi Yan in confusion and said, "Wherever sister goes, I'll go." "

Zi Yan held the little girl's hand and said, 'Wan'er, you possess a heart of exceptional intelligence, rarely seen even in a thousand years, and your talent in playing the zither is outstanding. However, you are easily moved by emotions. Your sister hopes that you can keep your feelings deep in your heart and not easily trust anyone!'

Zi Wan nodded firmly and said, 'Yes!'" In

the Kyoto Prince's Mansion

, a luxurious secret room filled with spiritual energy floated in the air. A naked boy, about eight or nine years old, handsome and adorable, hovered in mid-air. However, his eyes were closed, and a painful expression appeared on his face from time to time. His entire body shimmered with five-colored light, shifting back and forth. Four spiritual pearls around him continuously channeled spiritual energy into the boy's body to calm the violent energy within him.

A silver-haired old man in purple robes sat beside him, holding a golden thread wrapped around the boy's pulse. He felt the boy's strange pulse, sensing a chaotic rush of blood and qi within. He glanced at the unconscious boy... The boy, who had slept for nearly three months, shook his head, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, stood up, opened the door, and went out.

The sun was setting, casting a crimson glow across the sky. Outside the secret chamber was a remarkably quiet and secluded courtyard, where stood two middle-aged men exuding an air of nobility and a beautiful young woman. Li Chen stood there, his expression dejected, a far cry from his former carefree arrogance. He glanced at his wife, Bi Ru, beside him, his face filled with shame.

Bi Ru, seeing her husband's changed demeanor, went over and took his hand, saying, "Brother Chen, don't blame yourself. I believe the Immortal Healer will cure Yu'er."

Li Chen shook his head and said, "Ru'er, it's all my fault for being blindly arrogant and weak in martial arts. I shouldn't have taken you to Moon Lake, which caused Yu'er to be unconscious until now. Moreover, my brothers died because of me."

A noble middle-aged man beside him, exuding an imperial aura, snorted and said, "What Tianlan Clan? One day I will flatten the entire Moon Lake region, including the Tianlan Realm. Royal brother, don't blame yourself. Heaven has changed, and your self-blame is useless. Who says this isn't a fortuitous opportunity for Imperial Nephew Feiyu?"

After the Moon Lake incident, the mastermind behind it all already knew. Moon Lake is located at the border between the Li Clan Great Han Empire and the Long Clan Chu Tian Empire. The two countries are enemies. Those white-robed elders are from the Chu Tian royal family, while the green-clad man is a member of the legendary Tianlan Clan, who hides in the Tianlan Realm, a spatial barrier created by an ancient martial ancestor. With the emergence of Tianlan and the submission of Chutian, the Tianlan remnants, besides searching for the lost "Tianlan Sword Manual" from three thousand years ago, openly displayed their ambitions. Back then, the Great Emperor Di Shitian possessed unparalleled divine skills, traversing the southeast of the continent. He entered the Tianlan realm, seizing the "Tianlan Sword Manual," one of the continent's three great martial arts, and establishing the Tianlong Empire. After his death from qi deviation, the sword manual was divided into two parts, and the empire split into Da Han and Chutian, inherited by his two disciples. However, the true essence of Tianlan has remained unlearned for a thousand years; what is being learned now is merely a derivative method.

At this moment, a creaking sound—the door opened, and the physician Qingyunzi

emerged

, shaking his head at the three.

The three were shocked, their spirits sinking.

Bi Ru hurriedly asked, "Uncle Qingyunzi, what's wrong with Yu'er?" Even Li Chen and the reigning Emperor Li Jin looked at him anxiously and with suspicion.

The physician Qingyunzi sighed, saying, "This child possesses a heavy aura of malevolence. The extreme Yang energy has entered his body, causing a tremendous change in his meridians. There's a faint suction force and power at play—truly strange!" "

The extreme Yang energy has entered his body?" Upon hearing this, Emperor Li Jin exclaimed in surprise, "How is this possible?"

"Indeed," the physician Qingyunzi said, "This child's meridians have reversed, the extreme Yin transforming into Yang, showing signs of the Nine Yangs. We must find the Nine Nether Clouds or the Ice Heart Flame to protect his burning heart meridian in order to save his life."

Bi Ru's eyes dimmed. The Nine Nether Clouds and the Ice Heart Flame were both ancient spiritual objects, rarely seen even once in ten thousand years. The physician, seeing his son, was stunned by his extreme Yang energy and said he needed an item of extreme Yin energy. But such spiritual objects were not so easily obtained; even the imperial palace's secret collection didn't have them. The notice had been posted for a long time, even offering cities in exchange, but the chances seemed slim.

Li Chen's hands tightened, veins bulging, and he turned and walked out. Li Jin raised his hand slightly, opened his mouth, but still didn't utter a word.

Bi Ru thanked the physician Qing Yunzi, then called her personal maid and instructed, "Elder Qing Yunzi is a distinguished guest; take him to Yi Yun Xuan to rest." She then gave Qing Yunzi and Li Jin a slight apology.

Li Jin waved his hand, saying, "Go, go see my brother!"

The physician shook his head and followed the maid out.

Bi Ru watched the direction Li Chen had gone, frowned, and followed.

Willow catkins fluttered, and the pond was filled with green. Li Chen stood by the pond, his expression desolate. He closed his eyes, and in his mind's eye, he vaguely saw a man in green trampling on his wife, while his friends turned into a pile of bones before him. He had thought himself a chosen one, but the bewilderment he felt before the powerful filled him with fear and resentment, as if he were submitting to the forces of nature. In the vast universe, he was merely a speck of dust; who was the king of this world? Who was the master of fate? Should he continue to live such a carefree life?

Bi Ru stood under the eaves, her gaze lingering on Li Chen's desolate figure. She sighed and turned away.

"Ru'er..." Li Chen turned to look at Bi Ru, hesitating to speak.

Bi Ru said softly, "Are you leaving?" Just last night, a mysterious elder from the Li family had come to her door; she had a rough idea of what it was about.

Li Chen's heart tightened. He said, "I need to become stronger, to participate in the ultimate trial of the Hundred Clans. Wait for me for ten years!"

Bi Ru looked up at the sky, ablaze with crimson clouds, and vaguely remembered his carefree smile. What was carefree? She suddenly felt that carefree was far removed from her own life, and finally sighed, "I will take good care of Yu'er." With that, she turned and walked towards the courtyard where her youngest son, Li Feiyu, lay unconscious.

Chapter Seven: The Nameless Evil Emperor

. The capital city had always been prosperous, not only thriving and blessed, but also a gathering place for outstanding individuals. It was around dusk, the crimson sunset painting the imperial road with vibrant colors, reflecting off the glazed tiles and jade roofs lining both sides. Everywhere, carved railings and painted beams, adorned with intricate stone carvings, exuded an air of grandeur and prosperity amidst their ancient elegance. The road was filled with the sounds of vendors and laborers, a tapestry of characters, their shouts and laughter blending together to create a scene of simple yet vivid beauty.

Beside the imperial road, an eight-story restaurant, its beams adorned with dragons and phoenixes, and its red and green jade carvings, stood out strikingly. This was not only due to its luxurious architecture but also its fame—the Star-Picking Tower, one of the eight great restaurants of the Great Han Empire. The Star-Picking Tower wasn't actually so high that one could pluck stars from the sky; rather, it was named after Yu Zhaixing, the divine chef of the Northern Frontier, whose culinary creations were so exquisite that even the stars in the heavens would wink at the aroma. From its inception, the Star-Picking Tower attracted numerous gourmets, including the Martial Emperor Yue Wutian, the martial arts master Four-Finger Beggar, and the empire's richest man, Tian Ba. However, what truly made the Star-Picking Tower famous throughout the empire was a peerless beauty—Qin Nishang, the genius daughter of the Qin family, one of the eight great families of the Great Han Empire. At only eighteen, her fame had spread far and wide, earning her the title of "Blue Enchanting Pearl, one of the Four Pearls of the Capital." Not only was she beautiful and skilled in both music and flowers, but she was also rumored to possess a body imbued with the allure of nine lifetimes, her seductive arts mastered to perfection, already on the verge of becoming a Martial Saint, enjoying unparalleled favor from men. This peerless, heaven-sent woman, however, was devoted to poetry and literature. She hung a four-line couplet on the Star-Picking Tower, declaring that whoever could complete it would drink with her on the top floor. This immediately attracted a swarm of admirers, greatly enhancing the restaurant's reputation. Unfortunately, none possessed such good fortune; the relationship remained unresolved to this day, leaving even the self-proclaimed learned scholars ashamed.

The fourth floor of the restaurant, nicknamed "Leisurely Elegance," featured jade-carved screens and fragrant incense burning gently. Enveloped in the smoke, the entire pavilion resembled a paradise on earth. At this moment, about a hundred people sat there, all prominent figures of the empire. Unlike the noisy second floor, they were all leisurely sipping their fragrant tea. Then, a one-armed man, over eight feet tall, dressed in black, entered, his bare feet landing silently on the floor. No one could see his expression; his face was hidden beneath his disheveled hair. He carried a blue box on his shoulder, made of a peculiar material, covered in ice and emitting a chilling mist.

The arrival of such a strange person naturally attracted attention. His icy gaze swept casually across the room, finding a secluded seat by the window with a blue screen. He walked over, channeling his fiery inner energy, and, supporting himself on the side of the box behind him, gently placed it on the white jade table. He then sat down, and the pot of jasmine tea on the table instantly froze. The elegantly dressed scholar with a sword at his side felt a chill emanating from him, as if freezing his soul. He took a deep breath and looked curiously at the blue box.

The man in black seemed oblivious, slowly sipping the fragrant tea brought to him by a pretty maid from the pavilion. The pretty maid, standing beside him, felt a bone-chilling cold emanating from the box. A fleeting glance at the man in black's icy gaze sent a shiver down her spine. Suddenly, she felt him channel his inner energy, sending her warmth. Grateful, she looked at him, smiled, poured him a cup of tea, and left.

Not far away, a noble old man with a white beard, dressed in purple and gold silk and adorned with an ancient jade belt, glanced at the blue box emanating a chilling aura, then looked at the man in black. He noticed no fluctuation of true energy emanating from the man, and while surprised, he exclaimed in admiration, "Brother in black, would you like to share a drink?"

In the tranquil pavilion, his voice was exceptionally clear, attracting everyone's attention. No one expressed displeasure; instead, they cast envious glances at the man in black.

After a long wait, just as some were inwardly cursing the man in black for his "ungrateful behavior," the man in black took a sip of the finest wine served by a maid, then said in a hoarse, somber voice, "No need!"

This immediately drew dissatisfaction from some of those on good terms with the white-bearded old man, while others with discerning eyes became even more curious about this raggedly dressed man in black who was qualified to go up to the fourth floor.

The white-bearded old man smiled kindly and went straight to the point: "Brother, is that a Yin-Yang treasure in your box?"

The man in black was taken aback, knowing that asking about someone else's treasure was taboo in the martial arts world. He glanced at the white-bearded old man and said coldly, "You have a good eye. This is indeed an ancient wonder—the Netherworld Ice Heart Flame!"

The white-bearded old man chuckled and said, "A formidable young man! To obtain such a wonder at such a young age and to aspire to the King's Path, you are probably the most promising young man I have ever seen to enter the Martial Emperor realm."

The surrounding people were astonished, not expecting the white-bearded old man to have such a high opinion of this unknown man in black. They naturally didn't believe the old man was mistaken, for he was none other than Yue Wutian, a retainer of the Imperial Pavilion, who had entered the Martial Emperor realm ten years prior at the age of one hundred—a true Martial Emperor powerhouse. They also sensed the threat in his voice—don't mess with the man in black—and cast admiring glances at him.

The man in black ignored everyone. He had come here not only to enjoy the fine wine but also to find some peace and quiet. He silently finished his wine, slung his blue box over his shoulder, took a gold leaf from his robes and placed it on the table, then walked step by step towards the stairwell.

At this moment, the white-robed elder, Yue Wutian, stood up and said to the man in black, "Young man, perhaps I can help you!"

The man in black stopped, then continued walking down the stairs, his voice hoarse, "No need!"

Everyone was surprised that he would refuse the old man's help, casting regretful glances at him. Even the white-robed elder, Yue Wutian, shook his head regretfully. He genuinely wanted to help the man in black, because he saw a reflection of his younger self in him.

Just as the man in black was about to disappear at the top of the stairs, his voice finally returned, still icy cold: "We'll meet again soon, on the day of the challenge!" His ideal wasn't money or power, nor was it beauty, but the supreme martial arts, pursuing its pinnacle. If one had to pinpoint who he lived for, it would be hatred; stepping into the Martial Emperor realm would mark the beginning of his revenge! But he wasn't blinded by hatred. A beautiful figure constantly appeared in his mind, a figure so blurry yet so profound. He firmly believed that the owner of that figure was still alive, still alive somewhere in the world, and he would search the ends of the earth to find her!

He walked along the bustling street, passersby feeling the chilling aura emanating from him and quickly keeping their distance. He was pleased with this, his cold eyes gazing into the distance, towards the Imperial Edict Platform, the place where the royal family issued their decrees. He had come here to answer the challenge; he possessed the ancient artifact, the Netherworld Ice Heart Flame, which the royal family needed.

Suddenly, he stopped, staring blankly at the scene before him.

"Grandpa! Grandpa!" Not far away, a beautiful and clever little girl, with a sweet smile on her face and a sweet, clear voice, waved a bunch of orchid flowers in her hand, skipping and hopping towards a simple, white-haired old man. She wore a green dress, and the bells at her waist jingled. The white-haired old man, his face wrinkled, stood shakily by the roadside, watching the little

girl

run towards him with a kind expression.

Recalling childhood memories, the girl named "Ke'er" bore such a striking resemblance to this running little girl. But where was she?

This was a secluded, tranquil valley, home for decades to dozens of families who had broken away from a mysterious force. They thrived here, living contentedly and happily.

A thin little boy sat on the stone threshold, watching a stunningly beautiful woman in a purple dress gracefully standing beneath a purple jasmine tree, picking its fragrant petals. The woman's slender fingers deftly gathered petals into a green bamboo basket beside her. A gentle breeze blew, scattering petals that brushed against her beautiful, jade-like cheek, landing on the ground, creating a floral carpet. Her bare, delicate feet crunched on the petals, and the boy was mesmerized.

She turned, looking at the bewildered boy, and smiled beautifully, her voice clear and melodious: "Little Eagle, so good! Your illness will be cured in a few days!"

The boy hummed in agreement, smiling, revealing a half-missing tooth.

"Sister Yuxin, I'm here!" A sweet voice came from the secluded forest path not far away. A delicate, elfin-like little girl, dressed in a green dress, with her hair tied in small braids, and a sweet smile on her face, rode on a small white fawn, carrying a bunch of orchid flowers. She ran towards them, the amethyst bell on her wrist tinkling crisply as she ran.

Yuxin looked up, saw the little girl, and smiled, saying, "Ke'er, you're back. Where's Grandpa?"

"Grandpa's behind!" the little girl Ke'er said cheerfully.

Just then, a faint, ethereal song drifted from the distant valley path: "In the misty morning, I went to gather herbs, and met an immortal who gave me some. A game of chess was played under the pine trees, and the game wasn't over until the pieces were decided..." Not long after, a thin, white-haired old man appeared on the road, carrying a medicine basket on his back, riding on a strange-looking beast with blue flames under its feet. He walked over with a smile, and the ethereal, leisurely song gave him the air of a celestial being.

"Grandpa!" Upon seeing the old man, Ke'er immediately jumped off the deer's back, a bunch of orchids in her hand, her face beaming with a sweet smile. She skipped and hopped towards the old man, leaving behind the tinkling sound of the amethyst bell on her wrist…

The man in black touched the amethyst bell in his arms; it was left behind by the little girl named Ke'er when they were being chased

. Remembering the girl's sweet smile, he felt a warmth in his heart. "Giddy up! Giddy up!" Just as the man in black was distracted, a young man in fine clothes rode a magnificent and expensive Akhal-Teke horse, rushing towards them.

"My Zhi'er!" The simple old man, overwhelmed with grief and dizziness, collapsed limply.

"Grandpa!" The little girl, seeing her only grandfather fall, snapped out of her terror at the approaching horse and cried out, running towards him desperately.

The young master in brocade robes was urging his horse on when he saw a simply dressed country girl running towards him recklessly. He lashed out with his whip, cursing, "You lowly commoner!" Judging from the fiery whip flash, the young master was clearly a master of the Innate Martial Arts realm; the little girl would be half-dead, if not killed.

The horse neighed, reared up, and fell backward. The young master felt a chill run down his spine as a dark figure swept past, scooping the little girl into his arms and leaping to the side. Forced to do so, he performed a backflip, landing on the ground, his face grim as he looked at the man in black and walked over.

"Grandpa!" the little girl cried, breaking free from the man in black's embrace and running towards the unconscious old man, tears streaming down her face.

The young master, Hong Jin, looked at the disheveled man in black without a word, then lashed out with his whip, the sound of it whistling through the air carrying a chilling aura.

The man in black exuded a chilling aura, looking at Hong Jin as if he were already dead. Finally, as Hong Jin swung his whip, the man's remaining right hand reached out to meet the attack. A claw formed from condensed true energy suddenly appeared in the air, shattering Hong Jin's whip. A hissing sound accompanied by a chilling force gripped Hong Jin's neck, lifting him up.

Hong Jin felt a terrifying, soul-devouring aura within that biting cold. He had never imagined death could be so close. Suffocating, he cast a pleading glance at the man in black. Seeing the man's grey pupils, he realized that he was not human, but a grim reaper.

The man in black disgustedly tossed Hong Jin far away. Thump—Hong Jin fell heavily to the ground. He clutched his chest, blood trickling from his lips, struggling to his feet, biting his lip to stop the bleeding. He felt an unprecedented humiliation. As the son of the current prime minister, and a martial arts prodigy, an uncontrollable resentment welled up within him. He stood up, refusing to look at the man in black again, and staggered away in a disheveled state.

"Grandpa!" the little girl cried helplessly, clinging to the old man, surrounded by passersby. The man in black walked over, and the people kept their distance, not only intimidated by his strength but also afraid of being associated with him—for he had offended the son of the current prime minister.

The man in black knelt beside the old man, placed his hand on his chest, and began to continuously channel his life-sustaining energy into him. Before long, the old man regained his breathing and slowly awoke. Opening his eyes, he saw the man in black, grasped his cold hand, and said excitedly, "Please...take care of my...granddaughter! Thank you..." He then looked at the sobbing little girl, a kind smile appearing on his face, before slowly closing his eyes.

The man in black looked at the pitiful little girl and said in a gentler voice, "From now on, come with me!" With that, he picked up the old man and walked towards the city gates; he intended to bury him. Zhi'er stood up, her eyes red, and followed behind him. Looking at his broad, slightly lonely back, she suddenly remembered what her grandfather had said that morning: "Zhi'er, my child, you possess a water-spirit body, and will only grow more beautiful. But beauty often brings misfortune. Only by following someone with a gray fate will you find your true master!"

The Nine Chapters of the Asura Realm

were currently in full bloom, birdsong filling the air, and the grass lush and green. The most beautiful place in the capital was undoubtedly the Imperial Garden.

Within the Imperial Garden of the Palace, the melodious strains of a zither filled the air, amidst the fluttering petals and fluttering butterflies. A stunningly beautiful young woman, clad in a sheer embroidered dress, danced gracefully amidst the swirling blossoms, displaying her gentleness and allure. Every frown and smile captivated the heart. Accompanied by the classical and melodious music, she twirled, her ribbons fluttering in the breeze. Her delicate feet moved with light, graceful steps through the rain of petals, her figure as supple and graceful as water. When she frowned, she resembled a wounded spirit, her sorrow mirroring the sorrow of the falling petals; when she smiled, she seemed like a celestial being descended to earth,

her radiance mingling with the glow of the flowers. Not far away, on a luxurious dragon throne carved from gold and jade, sat a middle-aged man in a dragon robe. Now, he had shed his imperial aura, nodding with a smile as he admired the exquisite dance of his third daughter, Li Yuhe. To his left and right sat his fifth daughter, Li Mengying, and his youngest sixth daughter, Li Mengxin. Even the reclusive Consort Xiang and Consort Rong were drawn to Li Yuhe's enchanting dance. Li Mengying, around fourteen or fifteen years old, possessed a beauty that rivaled Li Yuhe's in the dance. However, her body lacked Li Yuhe's emotional resonance; she watched with envy as her third sister danced, captivated by her exquisite movements. On the other side, a beautiful and adorable girl of twelve or elfin form clapped excitedly, her little hands red from the effort. Beneath her long, sparkling eyelashes were two bright, lively eyes, full of stars, radiating a captivating charm. She was sure to grow up to be a stunning beauty. Xiang Fei and Rong Fei, though over thirty, looked like women in their twenties. Their beautiful faces were free of wrinkles. Both wore low-cut, sheer dresses that revealed deep, full breasts, as white as snow—enough to stir any man's heart. Moreover, the occasional hint of melancholy in their bright eyes only amplified their tenderness.

After a long while, the music faded, the dance ended, and the flowers fell. Emperor Li Jin laughed heartily, and Li Mengxin clapped her hands loudly, immediately followed by a round of applause.

Consort Rong gracefully clapped her hands and lovingly asked her slightly shy daughter, Li Yuhe, "He'er, who taught you your dancing skills?"

Li Yuhe stepped forward and sat beside her, softly replying, "Mother, she is a master of dance, both teacher and friend to me. I am ashamed to admit my inferiority in looks and talent, but like you, I live a secluded life, and few know of me."

When Li Yuhe mentioned living a secluded life, Consort Rong gave Emperor Li Jin a resentful look, making him feel uneasy. He coughed and turned his head away.

Just then, the mischievous and adorable Li Mengxin couldn't help but exclaim, "I know! I know! It's Sister Yunyan!"

Who was Yunyan? Everyone except the smiling Li Yuhe looked at the little princess with curiosity. Unexpectedly, the little girl pouted and said, "I want to go out of the palace to play!"

Li Jin chuckled and scolded, "Little one, do you have conditions for this?" He then lovingly hugged Li Mengxin.

Suddenly, an old nanny ran over, sweating profusely, and said urgently, "Your Majesty, someone has posted a notice!"

"What? Summon the Imperial Palace!" Li Jin put down the unhappy Li Mengxin and hurried away. The two imperial concubines watched his departing figure with resentment.

Li Jin sat on the dragon throne, looking at the one-armed man in black carrying a blue box and the pretty little girl behind him below the steps of the Imperial Palace, and said with an air of authority, "What are your conditions?"

The one-armed man in black used his fiery inner energy to unload the box and place it on the ground. At this moment, ripples spread through the void, and a Dragon Shadow Guard clad in golden armor emerged. He ignited blue flames in his hands, drew the box into his grasp, and carefully opened it. Instantly, chilling light filled the surroundings, and the moisture in the air condensed into ice particles, turning into a thin mist. Inside the box was a white flame, like a blooming lotus, leaping and deflecting the swirling, icy air.

The Dragon Shadow Guard nodded to Li Jin, closed the box, placed it on the table, and stood beside him.

The one-armed man in black said coldly, "Two. Give me the detailed location of the Asura Realm. We'll challenge Shan Que of the Xuanwu Palace and Qinglong of the Qinglong Palace in the Imperial City next Mid-Autumn Festival."

Li Jin was shocked and sighed, "Are you sure you want to go to the Asura Realm and challenge a Martial Emperor?"

"These are the conditions!" the one-armed man in black said coldly.

Li Jin stared at the man in black, trying to discern his true nature, but only sensed an aura of death emanating from him. Helpless, he said, "We don't know where the Asura Realm is either. We'll give you an answer next Mid-Autumn Festival."

The one-armed man in black turned and slowly walked away, the little girl Zhi'er quickly following behind.

Watching the man in black leave, Li Jin couldn't help but recall his conditions. Thinking of the Asura Realm, he felt a headache coming on. It was an ancient and terrifying force that even the most powerful and insignificant states wouldn't dare provoke, wielding considerable influence in the central continent. Finding its exact location would be incredibly difficult, as his family's secret realm speculated that they were hiding in a Martial Ancestor space similar to the Tianlan Realm. However, he disregarded everything else for the life of Li Feiyu, the grandson of the family patriarch and son of the Carefree King. His life had to be saved, not only because of his direct lineage, but also because the Heavenly Mystery Valley patriarch had declared in the Imperial Palace of the family's secret realm: "This child's destiny is unpredictable! A man of great fortune!"

If they couldn't find him, they might have to break their royal promise!

Li Jin stood up, looked at the box, and finally felt relieved. He waved his hand and said, "Take the box and go to the Prince of Xiaoyao's Mansion!" After saying that, he walked out.

The Dragon Shadow Guard standing beside him held the box in both hands and followed behind. 03-24
Chapter Ten: The First Awakening of the Strange Change

The Immortal Physician Qing Yunzi was slightly out of breath, holding his breath. His beard was covered with white frost. He carefully placed the Netherworld Ice Heart Flame, which Emperor Li Jin had just sent, into the Purple Gold Dragon King Cauldron, an ancient treasure gifted by the Medicine King Sect. He used his true energy to activate the flame stone at the bottom of the cauldron, and a purple flame immediately rose from the bottom of the cauldron. The mysterious cauldron characters on the cauldron wall moved around like tadpoles, drawing the surrounding spiritual energy into the cauldron. At this moment, the Ice Heart Flame leaped wildly, and streams of cold air surged up and down. The Purple Gold Dragon King Cauldron was covered with ice, and the temperature in the air dropped sharply. Rings of icy mist spread from the mouth of the cauldron. If it weren't for Qing Yunzi's true energy, the flame would have surely been extinguished. Seeing the icy flames beginning to dissipate their yin energy, he didn't hesitate. He took out a thumb-sized emerald jade bottle from his robes, opened the sandalwood lid, and a faint green fragrance rose from it. He quickly poured the mysterious emerald liquid into the Amethyst Dragon King Cauldron. Heated by the flames, the two spiritual objects merged, and the icy flames began to change from stark white to pale green. This mysterious liquid was none other than the ancient treasure of the royal family, Wood Spirit Milk, possessing powerful life force and the ability to revive the dead.

While the spirit was being refined, Bi Ru and Emperor Li Jin waited anxiously outside. Even Princess Li Mengxin and Fifth Princess Li Mengying had come.

Li Jin looked at Bi Ru and said, "With the Ice Heart Flame, Imperial Nephew Fei Yu is no longer in danger. Don't worry! Where is Imperial Brother?"

Bi Ru shook her head, her eyebrows furrowing slightly. "He's gone. Now I only hope that Yu'er will be safe and sound."

Li Mengxin grabbed Bi Ru's hand and widened her eyes. "Fairy Aunt, will Brother Yu wake up today?"

Bi Ru's eyes were a little moist. Looking at the lovely princess, she touched her face and said sadly, "Yes, he will. We'll ask Brother Xiangyu and Brother Fei Yu to take you out to play."

Qing Yunzi looked at the Ice Heart Flame, which had turned into a green milky substance, and then at the boy floating in the room. He used his true energy to transform the Ice Heart Flame into a thread and poured it into the boy's mouth. The boy sobbed, his entire body instantly freezing solid from head to toe. A mysterious, turbid energy swirled within him, colliding with the divine milk formed from the Ice Heart Flame along his meridians. This clash of yin and yang shattered his meridians, putting his body in imminent danger of collapse. Just then, a surge of life energy entered, instantly repairing his meridians. In this cycle of shattering and repair, the boy's meridians moved towards perfection. A hiss—strands of lightning surged from the boy's heart, shattering the ice on his body. Arcs of electricity danced and swirled around his body, releasing wisps of turbid energy—the very source preventing his recovery. Qingyunzi knew that a mysterious force lingered in the boy's mind, difficult to dispel. His current task was simply to restore the boy's vitality, so he dared not waste time. He placed his palm against the boy's back, channeling his inner energy into the boy's body to accelerate the fusion of the Ice Heart Flame's extreme Yin power and the Heavenly General's extreme Yang power, expelling the violent and turbid energy accompanying the extreme Yang power. He didn't know how the boy had received such divine favor. The healer Qingyunzi was filled with envy for the boy's extraordinary encounter—surviving the Heavenly General's divine thunder and even harnessing its power. However, what he didn't know was that the boy's original soul had taken its place in his mind. A soul that had traversed time and space, tempered in the chaotic currents of time, and was comparable to the Martial Ancestor's mark, had replaced it.

Just then, a dragon's roar echoed in the boy's mind. His face contorted in a ferocious struggle, turning bluish-purple, his forehead beaded with sweat. A surge of intense Yang energy swept through his body, carrying with it a powerful devouring force that firmly gripped the hands of the Immortal Healer, Qingyunzi. The boy's extreme Yang and Yin energies were completely devoured by this turbulent flow, along with Qingyunzi's centuries-old cultivation. As Qingyunzi's power dwindled, strands of his gray hair fell out, his life force fading. Finally, he screamed in terror, drawing Emperor Li Jin and Bi Ru rushing in. Seeing Qingyunzi's muscles atrophying, Li Jin struck with a palm strike, the force hitting the point of contact between Qingyunzi and the boy. With a crack, Qingyunzi coughed up blood and collapsed weakly to the ground. Ripples spread through the air as the Dragon Shadow Guards, secretly protecting the emperor, appeared and caught him.

Hearing the shouts, Bi Ru, tears welling in her eyes, rushed in and saw her youngest son, Li Feiyu. She gasped in shock as she saw the naked boy, his body covered in a bluish-green aura. The aura, imbued with a powerful masculine energy, made the girls in the room feel weak, even the twelve-year-old Li Mengxin, who had followed out out of curiosity. Li Mengying, her heart fluttering with first stirrings of love, turned away, her face flushed, as she smelled the aura. Li Mengxin, however, lingered, inhaling the scent, her face rosy, as she approached the unconscious Li Feiyu. Suddenly, she saw his genitals and, remembering what her sister had told her, cried out, "Oh dear! How embarrassing!" She then covered her eyes with her small, white hands, peeking through her fingers.

Hearing her exclamation, Bi Ru looked up and saw that her eight-year-old son had a huge, ferocious dragon head erect beneath him, with bulging veins. She gasped and covered her mouth.

Emperor Li Jin, seeing the sudden change in the two, finally reacted and shouted angrily, "Guards! Summon the imperial physician!"

Just then, the blue light around Li Feiyu gradually dissipated, his lower body went limp, his eyelids twitched slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Chapter Eleven: Four Years of Hazy Dreams ~ Chapter Twenty: A Carefree Departure

Chapter Ten: Four Years of Hazy Dreams A gentle

breeze blew, and willow branches danced. Among the fluttering branches, a boy who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old lay on a bamboo mat under a tree, his eyes glazed. Four beautiful maids, about seventeen or eighteen years old, surrounded him, carefully attending to him.

The air was filled with a sweet fragrance, and petals occasionally drifted from the garden and landed on the straw mat. The young man at the banquet leaned against a maidservant in a light green silk dress, mechanically eating the purple grapes she fed him. He held another beautiful maidservant in his arms, his hand unconsciously lifting her clothes and slipping inside, tracing her smooth skin to her soft, snowy breasts, kneading them wantonly. The maidservant's face flushed crimson; she bit her lip, trying not to moan, but felt herself already wet, her body throbbing with desire. The other two maidservants exchanged glances, their faces blushing, and lowered their heads to continue gently tapping the young man's legs. This wasn't the first time this had happened since the young prince woke up; they themselves had even been treated this way by him.

Willow-lined embankments, jade-green water. Before the boy lay a pool of emerald green water. A gentle breeze rippled across the surface, and a few pink petals, drifting from the garden, floated lightly, creating tiny ripples. "Caw—" A deep blue-feathered lyrebird skimmed across the lake, flapping its wings and soaring into the sky, its hoarse cry echoing like broken music. The boy's unfocused pupils narrowed slightly, fixing on the lyrebird. Following its solitary silhouette, he gazed into the distance, at the vast, clear sky, his eyes gradually blurring.

Tang Yun of his past life, Li Feiyu of this life—four years had passed since he was killed by a sniper rifle and arrived in this world, yet he had lived in a daze, all because of the soul-devouring phantom beast within his mind. Although he knew what was happening outside, he couldn't control his body; at most, he could only open his eyes and express his thoughts through his gaze. So when the Immortal Physician Qingyunzi sacrificed a century's worth of cultivation to awaken himself, it appeared to the outside world that he had been struck by lightning and rendered an idiot. The idiot prince was widely known throughout the empire. Even his three stunningly beautiful fiancées, only fifteen or sixteen years old but already attracting the attention of various powerful families, sent their elders to annul their engagements. It was said that all three were martial arts prodigies with extraordinary spiritual roots and physiques; naturally, their families wouldn't want their geniuses to marry an idiot struck by lightning. An idiot would neither achieve great things nor inherit the family throne; such a marriage was meaningless.

After the Immortal Physician Qingyunzi revived him, he traveled the world, attempting to find a way to restore his cultivation, leaving his granddaughter and only disciple to care for him. The Immortal Physician was truly kind; hearing that his deceased wife was from his family, he was particularly attentive to his grandson, the patriarch's grandson. Finally, last month, under the special treatment of the beautiful and voluptuous Immortal Physician's disciple, Leng Youyou, he gradually regained control of his body. But he knew it wasn't just a simple reaction. Amidst the roar of a dragon in his mind, he finally broke free from the threat of the Soul-Devouring Beast lurking in his sea of consciousness, and consequently gained control of a mysterious power. He didn't know, however, that if his soul hadn't undergone the trials of spatial turbulence to become comparable to the soul imprint of a Martial Ancestor, it would have long been devoured by the ancient Soul-Devouring Azure Dragon. A thousand years ago, a Martial Emperor discovered the Soul-Devouring Azure Dragon by chance, attempting to refine it to break through to the Martial Ancestor realm, but was possessed by the beast and tortured to death. A beast chooses its master, attacking the one who possesses it—a test for the master. If passed, the master gradually gains control of the beast's power; otherwise, they suffer torment and never find peace. Tang Yun, also known as Li Feiyu, possessed immense soul power, capable of contending with the beast. A slight shift in his power was enough to change the outcome. That exhilarating reaction finally unleashed another heaven-sent power within him, breaking the beast's encirclement of his soul.

Speaking of this power, Li Feiyu was speechless. It was impossible to use. He could only use the sound of his zither to unleash its captivating power. Moreover, he couldn't practice martial arts at all. Whenever he tried to cultivate his true qi, it would be sucked away by some strange turbulent current in his dantian, making him a martial arts waste!

This past month since waking up, besides dealing with all sorts of visitors, he's also been troubled by this matter. In this world, martial arts reign supreme. Aside from Martial Emperors, Martial Gods, and Martial Ancestors, the Immortal Sword Lineage is mysteriously passed down. What use is a person who can't practice martial arts? Looking at the maid in his arms, her heart fluttering with desire, he stopped his hand, a habit formed in his previous life. Suddenly, he realized he was worrying unnecessarily. Aren't all those transmigrators incredibly powerful? His inability to practice martial arts is only temporary. Who says he can't become a powerful figure, or even the ruler of the continent? This continent has thousands of countries, large and small, but the real stage is in the central region, where various forces intertwine. No one has yet been able to unify it, not even a Martial Emperor. As a transmigrator with extraordinary abilities from a modern novel, he will become the one to rule it! What excites him even more is that there are beauties everywhere here—the most alluring, the most intelligent, the most refined, the most ethereal, the most virtuous, the most graceful, the most slender, the most virtuous, the most ethereal, the most slender, the most virtuous ...

Looking at the beauty in his arms, a woman comparable to a 20th-century school beauty, he immediately felt aroused. He was only twelve, yet due to a fortuitous encounter, he looked like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old, with an unusually large penis that made even his proud male characteristics in his previous life seem inferior. His mother in this life was truly kind; to take good care of him, she had selected ten of the most beautiful and gentle palace maids to look after him, to prevent him from suffering any mistreatment. Perhaps, in her heart, this was compensation for his several fiancées who had broken off their engagements! The maid Xiaoyun, feeling the young prince's arousal, blushed, but her heart was filled with desire. When she was chosen to care for this foolish prince, she felt her fate sealed, but as an ordinary person, she could only accept it. She knew she could never gain the emperor's favor in the palace; she had heard that the emperor hadn't favored anyone for ten years. Unexpectedly, this handsome and devilishly charming young prince had awakened, and this month he had shown them great affection, never punishing them. It was a thousand times better than staying in the palace. In the instant the maids were aroused, Li Feiyu kissed Xiao Yun's soft lips, his tongue parting her slightly parted teeth, and sucking on her soft, fragrant tongue. The other three pure beauties, still virgins, lowered their heads, their eyes watering.

Just then, a pebble the size of a baby's fist flew over, hitting Li Feiyu before the maids could react. A delicate voice cried out, "You little pervert!" Then, a stunningly beautiful young woman emerged from the flower bushes.

Chapter Twelve: Princess Punishment.

Li Feiyu raised his head and looked at the stunningly beautiful girl with cherry-like lips in front of him. He wasn't angry that she had thrown stones at him. Instead, he said with a grin, "Little sister Mengxin, what brings you here?" The person

who came was none other than the Sixth Princess, Li Mengxin. She had become curious when she saw Li Feiyu's body emitting a blue light and a scorching aura. She would often come up with various excuses to leave the palace and come to the Xiaoyao Prince's Mansion to observe Li Feiyu's strange condition. In the end, she even recognized the Demon Doctor Leng Youyou as her master and experimented with various medicines on the unconscious Li Feiyu with Leng Youyou. Of all the princesses, the eldest, Li Wansha, learned swordsmanship from the Tianshan Mountains. With her unique Water Spirit Body talent, she advanced to the Martial Spirit realm at a young age, earning her the title of "Tianshan Ice and Snow Goddess" in the martial arts world. The second princess, Li Danyue, was intelligent and possessed exceptional martial arts talent, advancing to the Martial Saint realm in two years. Because she aspired to be like the Golden Phoenix of the martial arts world ten years prior, she was appointed by the emperor as the head of the Six Doors, a branch of the martial arts bureau. The third princess, Li Yuhe, was gentle and refined, excelling in both music and painting. She served as a female instructor at the prestigious Hanlin Academy, known as a beauty of the academy. The fourth princess, Li Shishi, was elusive and mysterious, rarely mentioned by Li Feiyu. The fifth princess, Li Mengying, learned martial arts from the Vermilion Bird. Gong, with his extraordinary talent, often associated with the noble sons of the capital. Li Feiyu had met him twice after waking up, but his impression of him was not very good. Only the Sixth Princess was the person Li Feiyu had the most contact with, and he successfully won her heart. The Sixth Princess, Li Mengxin, was clever and mischievous from a young age and had a strong curiosity about all kinds of things. When she was nine years old, she was attracted by the "Sky Bird" made by Jiang Ting, the "Master Craftsman of the Nine Provinces". Under her coaxing, she became her apprentice and learned various mechanical puppet techniques, as well as the ancient lightness skill "Ethereal Shadow". In addition, she also became Leng Youyou's second master and tried various drugs on Li Feiyu.

During the drug trial, the little princess administered a potent aphrodisiac to Li Feiyu, causing a reaction in his genitals. Leng Youyou discovered this and, overjoyed to see Li Feiyu's erect penis, demanded that the little princess grasp his genitals and move them up and down. As the little princess reluctantly moved, Li Feiyu's body crackled with electricity and radiated a bluish light. The two women, smelling this intense heat, collapsed onto Li Feiyu, passionately caressing him. Just then, Li Feiyu slowly awoke, finding himself naked and being caressed by two stunningly beautiful women. He pulled them into his arms, undressed them, and kissed them all over. But in this blissful moment, the bluish light faded, and the two women, now awake, pushed Li Feiyu away, shouting "You little pervert!" and fleeing in disarray.

In Li Mengxin's heart, Li Feiyu was her possession; she had saved him, and at most, she would share him with her master. However, he often embraced the little maid intimately and constantly flirted with other women, which made her very angry. At this moment, she looked unhappy and pouted her cherry lips.

Li Feiyu saw through her thoughts, stood up, and swept the little beauty into his arms. He sat down on the mat, looking at her tenderly, and said, "What's wrong, my little princess?"

Li Mengxin struggled for a moment, but finally succumbed to Li Feiyu's captivating gaze, and said in a coquettish voice, "You little pervert, what do you want to do to your sister?"

Li Feiyu held her slender waist tightly, and said with a wicked smile, "What sister? You're my little princess sister, right? What do you think I want to do?"

Li Mengxin twisted his arm with her jade-like hand and said coquettishly, "You're bad! You're my little brother, and... if you don't tell, I'll tell everyone about that!"

Li Feiyu seemed to wince in pain, and he gasped, thinking, "You little vixen, calling you sister is impossible, and you always use that incident to pressure me." Just seven days ago, Li Feiyu had spied on his mother bathing, and Li Mengxin had discovered him. He had agreed to countless unequal treaties to temporarily prevent her from spreading the news. It seemed that he had to teach her a lesson. Thinking this, he turned the little princess

around

, making her lie on his lap. Before Li Mengxin could react, he raised his hand and slapped her pert little buttocks repeatedly, scolding, "You little vixen! Didn't you forbid me from mentioning that?"

The little princess blushed and struggled, coquettishly crying out, "You little rascal! You little pervert! You big rascal! You big pervert! Let me go!" She repeated the same few sentences over and over, making the several charming maids nearby chuckle.

The burning, hot sensation on her buttocks made the little princess's body tingle, and she couldn't utter a sound. She could only turn her head and look at Li Feiyu with resentful and angry eyes, constantly shifting her little buttocks to avoid his slaps.

Li Feiyu slapped the soft, tender buttocks, the warm touch making him quicken his pace and slap a few more times. Watching the little princess's hips sway, his already erect penis pressed even harder against Li Mengxin's small nipples, rubbing back and forth with her struggles.

"Mmm," the little princess moaned, her face flushed red with embarrassment. She lowered her head, burying her face in Li Feiyu's knees, her private parts already glistening with moisture. Only she knew that her buttocks were incredibly sensitive; sometimes even an unintentional rubbing could give her pleasure. Later, while researching in the Imperial Scripture Pavilion, she shyly learned that she might possess a special kind of female organ, an unusually sensitive genitalia.

Hearing the little princess's moan, Li Feiyu was startled: Could it be? But an involuntary excitement rose within him, his hands slapping her delicate, beautiful buttocks repeatedly, creating ripples. Looking at the little princess's delicate and gentle appearance, Li Feiyu finally couldn't resist lifting Li Mengxin's silk skirt and pulling down her pink embroidered butterfly panties along her fair and beautiful smooth legs. Her fair and smooth buttocks were already slightly red and swollen, and below her buttocks, her pink chrysanthemum buds were small and cute. A red and tender fleshy slit was split under a few sparse pubic hairs. Looking at the spring scenery in front of him, his heart was filled with desire. A faint green and hot aura spread from Li Feiyu's body to the surrounding area, making the beautiful women around him look away.

The little princess squirmed restlessly, her face flushed, inhaling the faint, aphrodisiac scent emanating from Li Feiyu, and offered her small, jade-like buttocks to him. Li Feiyu placed his hands on her soft buttocks, scratching and kneading them, the flesh changing shape under his palms. Several maids nearby, already somewhat aroused, blushed and turned their heads away. Suddenly, Li Feiyu lifted the little princess, who was naked from the waist down, and held her in his arms, his lips capturing her cherry-like mouth. Li Mengxin, now somewhat lucid in her passion, was about to cry out when Li Feiyu's tongue seized the opportunity to pry open her teeth and enter her mouth, licking and sucking her delicate tongue. The little princess could no longer distinguish between heaven and earth, feeling the world spinning around her, passively responding to her lover's teasing. Her lotus-root-like, white, tender arms hooked around Li Feiyu's neck, her small, clumsy tongue reaching into his mouth, entwining with his tongue.

Li Feiyu freed one hand, quietly unbuckled his belt, pulled down his yellow underwear, and pulled out his massive, veined member, radiating an astonishing heat and powerful aura, standing erect like a roaring dragon. "Ah!"—the exclamations of several maids who were secretly watching were stunned by the young prince's actions and his terrifyingly large member. Although the young prince had teased them repeatedly since his awakening, he had never displayed such a large member in front of them. Little did they know that when Li Feiyu first woke up, he hadn't had such thoughts of devouring them; otherwise, the ten maids would have long since become wives, perhaps even becoming addicted to this kind of game. Li Feiyu's astonishing performance now, besides his opening up of his heart, was also due to the princess's unparalleled beauty; her feminine body was a deadly aphrodisiac for Li Feiyu, who had suddenly become extremely yang.

Li Feiyu paid no attention to the maids' exclamations; he only wanted to end his virginity here, under the open sky. He held the beautiful princess tightly, rolled over, and pinned her beneath him, passionately kissing her lips and tongue. His erect member pressed against Li Mengxin's lower body, where a few glistening drops of dew had already seeped. For Li Feiyu, whose body had suddenly become extremely yang, that yin-like nature was a deadly aphrodisiac. And for those beauties with yin-like bodies, Li Feiyu, who had suddenly become extremely yang, was also a deadly aphrodisiac! The attraction of yin and yang is an unchanging truth of nature, and the union of yin and yang is the true path to ultimate bliss in the human world. However, in this world, yin prevails over yang, and extremely yang bodies are rare, while yin-like bodies are commonplace. Therefore, for thousands of years, many outstanding women have found it difficult to find their true love, and in the end, they are all alone, helplessly turning to cultivation. In the martial arts world, there's the Tianshan Sect, which exclusively accepts female disciples. Its power is so great that even ancient forces dare not challenge it. Legend also says that the Immortal Pavilion overseas is filled with stunning beauties, gathering women of extreme yin for millennia. There's also the Hundred Flowers Valley and the Jade Maiden Sect, both composed of women, further solidifying their dominance over ancient female-led forces. This destined Li Feiyu, possessing an extreme yang physique, to be surrounded by countless beauties. His extreme yang body possesses an irresistible charm for those extreme yin women. When he achieves the Nine Yang Universe Physique, it will be the day he roams freely among beauties, rescuing those old maids. After surpassing the Martial Ancestor, he discovered an ancient secret and the reason for the yin's dominance over yang. At that time, he built a magnificent harem of sensual pleasures, unmatched since the beginning of humanity, becoming an invincible being.

Li Feiyu pressed down on Princess Li Mengxin's swaying buttocks, his massive member against her private parts, gently pushing forward to part the tender flesh on both sides. He felt the warm, soft sensation of the tip enveloped by the soft flesh, and was just about to thrust in with all his might, intending to get in first and pay later, when a pure and beautiful maidservant, holding up the hem of her swaying green skirt, rushed over in a panic, anxiously calling out, "Young Prince! Young Prince! The Princess Consort needs to see you!" Before the other maidservants could stop her, she had already run to the tree. When she saw Li Feiyu with his massive member on top of the beautiful, naked princess, she let out an "Ah!" and covered her face with her hands, turning away.

The commotion finally jolted Princess Li Mengxin from her lustful reverie. Seeing her naked lower body, she abruptly pushed away the stunned Li Feiyu, quickly pulled up her underpants, and, her face flushed, used her ethereal, shadowless footwork to fly away like lightning. Her voice was filled with grievance as she scolded, "You big pervert! You've made me so angry! I won't let you get away with this!" With that, she vanished into the

secluded garden path. Li Feiyu, seeing his prize slip away, was immediately dumbfounded. Even his once proud and imposing member slumped weakly against the edge of his embroidered silk trousers, exposed to the air.

Chapter Fourteen: The Adorable Maid

Li Feiyu, looking at the maid Xiaolian who had come to interrupt his good time, deliberately

put on a gloomy face and said, "Xiaolian, tell me, how should your master punish you?" Upon hearing this, Xiaolian trembled, slowly turned around, lowered her head trembling, knelt on the ground, and whispered, "I will accept any punishment from my master!"

Li Feiyu looked at the submissive maid and felt a strange discomfort in his heart. He waved his hand and said, "From now on, my women will not kneel before me, understand?"

Xiaolian was thrilled to hear her master treat her as his woman. She raised her head, looking at Li Feiyu with tender affection, stood up, and walked to Li Feiyu's side, ready to accept his punishment. The other maids, hearing his words, felt as happy as Xiaolian. In their hearts, they had long considered Li Feiyu their man. Although Li Feiyu was only twelve years old, in their eyes he was indeed a man, his handsome and alluring appearance so captivating, seducing their hearts and minds.

Seeing Xiaolian's delighted expression, Li Feiyu knew she hadn't been truly afraid, but merely feigning fear. He wasn't angry at her deception, but instead smiled wickedly, saying, "Now, Master commands you to put your future treasure inside." He pointed downwards.

Xiaolian, watching Li Feiyu's actions, glanced down and her face flushed crimson. She walked over, her delicate hand trembling, and gently grasped Li Feiyu's penis. The heat emanating from it made her uneasy. Li Feiyu felt her soft, cool hands holding his penis, a stimulating sensation that aroused him. Finally, Xiaolian felt the penis in her hand tremble and begin to swell. Startled, she quickly pulled down Li Feiyu's underwear and inserted it.

Seeing Xiaolian's adorable appearance, Li Feiyu pulled her into his arms, lowered his head, and kissed her lips. Amidst her soft moans, he thrust his tongue into her mouth, swirling it around, occasionally hooking her tongue and sucking hard, leaving Xiaolian weak and breathless. He felt a surge of lust rising within him and had no choice but to release her, laughing loudly, "You'd all be ready to be me these next few days. As punishment, Xiao Lian will demonstrate tonight. Now go to my mother's place." His hand didn't forget to slip inside her skirt, groping her, making the little maid blush and tremble, her clothes disheveled. In his previous life, Li Feiyu was a man who couldn't live without women every day. After months of abstinence, he really wasn't used to it, especially with beauties around him comparable to top-tier school beauties.

"Yes," several maids hurriedly replied respectfully, surrounding Li Feiyu, straightening his clothes, and leading him towards his mother Bi Ru's residence, Xi Feng Garden.

(This chapter is shorter; the next chapter will be longer.)

Chapter Fifteen: The Alluring Bi Ru

. Inside the Xi Feng Garden of the Prince's Mansion, it was somewhat deserted. In recent years, Bi Ru, who had devoted herself to worship, preferred seclusion and disliked being disturbed, leaving all the mansion's affairs to the steward, Zhao Yumei. Zhao Yumei was originally the daughter of a poor family in the suburbs. Because of her striking beauty, she was almost kidnapped by a bandit

. After being rescued by Biru, she became intelligent and, thanks to her connections with the Prince's Mansion, went to study at the Hanlin Academy. Now, she has returned to the Prince's Mansion and works as a steward, managing the mansion with remarkable efficiency. The courtyard was dimly lit but filled with the fragrance of grass and trees. Three pretty maids, dressed in green-sleeved blue-flowered skirts, silently swept away fallen petals and leaves along the winding, secluded wooded path, preventing the courtyard from becoming too overgrown. At this moment, a soft sound came from the main hall in the middle of the courtyard. Biru, dressed in a simple gray robe, lit incense in a bronze censer beside her. Then, she knelt on a prayer mat on the ground, looking at the statue of the Jade Goddess before her with sincere pleading eyes, her jade-like hands moving the black prayer beads in her hands. Four years of Li Feiyu's dementia had exhausted Biyu, and fine lines appeared on her thin, beautiful face. Helpless about her youngest son's illness, she could only sincerely pray to the goddess. Meanwhile, in this mysterious continent, the belief in ghosts and gods still existed, albeit in different roles. Most were goddesses of unparalleled beauty, with only one male war god, Xie Yun, having very few followers, and almost no records about him.

Amidst the swirling smoke of incense, Bi Ru sighed softly, gazing at the goddess statue and reflecting on her own life. Did gods truly exist? She was a disciple of the Qin Sect, devoted to the art of the qin, yet she couldn't escape the turmoil of the martial world. She would never forget that stormy night, when eerie bone flute sounds echoed, their sonic waves swirling with the torrential rain, even lifting the sect's stone statues before crashing into the cracked earth, creating a deafening sonic boom. After alarming the sect, a stunningly beautiful girl in purple robes, amidst giggling laughter, danced before the mountain gate. A protective barrier formed by the sound waves shielded her, the raindrops turning into mist upon contact, making her appear like an ethereal fairy. She had never known that sound could generate such power, and such beauty. This fairy, amidst her alluring dance, played a deadly tune, clashing with the enchanting music of the sect's two leaders, the "Twin Qin Immortals." During the fight, she learned that the purple-clad girl was actually a 500-year-old Martial Emperor, and that she and the sect leaders came from the mysterious "Sound Spirit Realm" within the Six Realms. Due to the Six Realms' seal, few could escape unless they reached the Martial Emperor level. The three of them were indeed Martial Emperors. Facing the powerful seal—the Sighing Wall—the two women joined forces to break the barrier. No one knows what happened next, but the purple-clad girl, filled with immense hatred for the "Twin Qin Immortals," wreaked havoc on the sect. Amidst the eerie sonic illusion, many disciples without internal energy shattered their consciousness and collapsed to the ground. Seeing this, the "Qin Immortal Duo" finally realized that the girl in purple had broken through to the Martial Venerable realm. They had no choice but to use "Mind-Body Connection," a unique skill they had comprehended from the Sighing Wall and the final move of their blood-and-blood "Qin Heart Secret Manual"—Spiritual Sound with Affection. They fought the girl in purple to a standstill, with natural spiritual sound waves clashing back and forth with the eerie demonic sound waves. The sect was thrown into chaos by the energy of the sound waves. Just when the disciples were at their wits' end, a strong, fishy smell wafted through the rain, and heavy, oppressive drumbeats swept in, driving countless poisonous creatures to crawl all around the sect. It was the Martial Emperor Poisonous Sound Old Monster, known as the "Deadly Drum" of the Ghost Kingdom, who personally came down from the mountain. The disciples with profound skills used their sonic illusion techniques to resist, but the black shadows of martial spirits wielding sharp swords attacked the sect. The sect was thus wiped out, with only a few disciples escaping. She, as a second-generation disciple, was entrusted with a mission in the face of danger and escaped with the "Qin Xin Secret Manual." The sect's treasure, the "Laughing at the World Melody," went missing. Before her death, the sect leader had instructed her to find someone with a strong heart and spiritual power, or someone with exceptional musical talent. Through her observations over the past few days, she had discovered that her son possessed extraordinary talent in the art of the zither. Although he wasn't a person with a heart and spiritual power, his spiritual power was exceptional; he could even induce dizziness in people with his music. But faced with that strange power, did she really want him to embark on that unknown path? She recalled the rumors circulating in the capital about the "foolish prince" and the "useless prince," which caused her heartache. Her son was neither foolish nor useless. Even if he couldn't practice martial arts or cultivate internal energy, he would still become a king. Thinking of her son's occasional astonishing words and wondrous hums in his seemingly foolish state, she realized he was no ordinary man. He might go far in the path of music, perhaps even unmatched. This was a mother's most basic trust in her son. Of course, she couldn't imagine that her son was no longer the same person he once was, that the legendary soul-snatching technique or the ancient martial art "Soul Transfer Technique" would happen to him. Even when she discovered him peeping at her while she bathed yesterday, she dismissed it as childish mischief.

At this moment, a charming woman in her thirties knocked on the door and stood behind Bi Ru. This woman was Zhao Yumei, the steward of the Prince's mansion. Calling her a woman was inaccurate, as she was still a virgin. However, her mature aura gave her endless charm, and despite many young men coming to her door, she had refused them all.

Bi Ru turned around, her beautiful face filled with deep sorrow. She looked at Zhao Yumei and asked, "What did he say?" This "he" was none other than Li Chen, the Carefree Prince, who was secretly cultivating in the family's secret realm in preparation for the Hundred Clans Trial later.

Looking at the sorrowful Biru, Zhao Yumei felt a pang of pity. She lowered her head and shook her head, saying, "Madam, the Imperial Guards sent out didn't even see the Prince. The royal secret realm is virtually inaccessible to anyone except core family members. However, it is under the secret control of the family patriarch. The family doesn't object to the young prince studying music, but..."

Biru's heart tightened, and she quickly asked, "But what?"

Zhao Yumei looked at Biru, her expression filled with resentment towards the family, and said, "They want you to provide the blood of the Mysterious Mother as a final, ultimate treatment for the young prince."

Biru smiled bitterly, "Wouldn't I save my own son? I'd give my life for it, I'd try anything as long as there's a sliver of hope."

"But Madam..." Zhao Yumei wanted to say something more, but Biru interrupted her, saying, "No need to say anything, I'm willing." The so-called "blood of the Mysterious Mother" was the essence extracted from the mother of a Martial Emperor, containing the life energy necessary to nurture one's son. It was an ancient medicinal ingredient, but those whose blood was extracted would lose decades of their lives and become weak and sickly afterward. Bi Ru no longer cared about anything; she was willing to lose her life if it meant stimulating the energy within her youngest son, Li Feiyu, or restoring him to normal.

Chapter Sixteen: The Radiant Bi Ru

Ancient trees towered on either side of the paved path, their jagged trunks casting dizzying, cool beams of light that left pearl-like white spots on the path. On one of the ancient trees perched a huge, multicolored kite, its eyes half-closed, seemingly drowsy. Suddenly, it opened its yellow pupils, let out a "caw," and flapped its wings, multicolored flames gliding across them. It parted the branches and flew into the sky, leaving a few leaves drifting gently down onto the path.

Walking along the path, Li Feiyu, with his arm around his maid's slender waist, was drawn by the sudden sound. Seeing a colorful kite soaring into the sky, he asked his beautiful maid, Xiaolian, "What's that?" Xiaolian

looked at Li Feiyu tenderly and said, "Master, that's a fifth-grade exotic beast that Prince Xiaoyao captured from the Ancient Dragon Mountains. It's a gift for the Princess."

Li Feiyu was taken aback, clearly not knowing what a fifth-grade exotic beast was. Fortunately, Xiaolian was very considerate and quickly explained, "That's how the Beast Taming Valley ranks exotic beasts according to their different abilities. Generally speaking, exotic beasts are divided into seventh-grade, sixth-grade, fifth-grade, fourth-grade, third-grade, second-grade, fifth-grade, spirit beasts, ancient beasts, and phantom beasts. Seventh-grade and sixth-grade beasts can be found deep in the mountains, possessing some magical abilities, equivalent to human martial artists, and also having some intelligence; fifth-grade and fourth-grade beasts can only be found in primeval forests." "The first one is equivalent to a Martial Saint in human form; the second and third ranks are relatively rare. When these beasts grow up, their abilities are equivalent to Martial Spirits. Some sects are lucky to have a third-rank beast guarding their sect; the third rank is even rarer, but not nonexistent. The imperial palace has four third-rank beasts guarding the four directions. These beasts are equivalent to Martial Emperors; as for Spirit Beasts, they are practically nonexistent, only found in secluded places. They possess human-like intelligence and are said to be equivalent to Martial Emperors when they grow up; Primordial Ancient Beasts, as the name suggests, are beasts from the primordial era. Each one has extraordinary abilities and can only be found in ancient primordial places. Only Martial Venerables can rival them; Illusory Beasts only exist in legends. Although they themselves have no abilities, they seem to be a shortcut for geniuses to advance to Martial Venerable, Martial God, or even Martial Ancestor. In legends, those Martial Gods and Martial Ancestors all possessed some Illusory Beast abilities." After saying this, he was filled with longing for owning beasts. Some of these beasts were quite adorable.

Upon hearing this, Li Feiyu kissed Xiaolian on the cheek and chuckled to the maids beside him, "I'll catch a top-grade exotic beast for you all to keep as pets." In his heart, however, he was already thinking about how to acquire powerful exotic beasts to build an army of them.

The maids nodded in belief. Although they knew the young prince couldn't practice martial arts for the time being, they believed in his will; anything was possible.

After speaking, Li Feiyu and the maids arrived at a spacious and magnificent courtyard. The courtyard was quiet, with only two pretty young maids sweeping fallen leaves. Li Feiyu asked one of the maids where his mother was. Just as he started walking, a mature young woman in a floral dress approached—it was Zhao Yumei. Seeing the young prince, Zhao Yumei quickly bowed slightly and said happily, "Young prince, you've arrived! The princess is waiting for you at Xianxin Hall; she has something to say to you!"

Li Feiyu made no attempt to conceal his blatant, predatory gaze, staring intently at Zhao Yumei's plump buttocks and breasts, making her blush slightly. She found it amusing; what did such a young boy know? A teasing thought arose within her, and she deliberately lifted her full breasts, revealing a deep cleavage, giving him a quick, seductive glance. Having cared for him for so many years, she had long considered Li Feiyu her own child, and her young master still looked so adorable after waking up.

Li Feiyu smiled wickedly, but his heart burned with desire. He didn't know why, but since waking up, his desires had been particularly strong, his dantian filled with masculine energy, and his manhood was easily aroused. He walked over, put his arm around Zhao Yumei's slender waist, and said, "What does Mother want with me? It's not that you're going to be betrothed to me, is it?" He then placed his hand down on Zhao Yumei's soft buttocks, scratching and squeezing, his fingers pressing heavily along her cleft towards her private parts before quickly withdrawing his hand. As expected, Zhao Yumei was both ashamed and angry. She hadn't expected him to be so bold. She slapped Li Feiyu's hand away, her face flushed, and said, "How...who did you learn that from?"

Li Feiyu, however, didn't seem to care at all and said, "I'm self-taught! Aunt Zhao, it's because you're so charming! I like you!" After saying that, while Zhao Yumei was still stunned, he kissed her on the lips, then turned around and hugged the obedient Xiaolian beside him, walking towards the main hall where Biru was, leaving the embarrassed and angry Zhao Yumei behind. She stomped her foot like a little girl and angrily said, "That little rascal!"

Led by the maid, Li Feiyu arrived at a secluded and quiet wooden hall. Looking through the plum-patterned window, he saw a charming mature woman kneeling on a prayer mat, chanting incantations and turning the prayer beads.

Before Bi Ru stood a stunningly beautiful jade statue of a goddess. The incense smoke from the burner rose before the statue, lending it an ethereal, otherworldly quality. She was even more exquisite than the goddess statue sculpted by the master craftsman Lang Chanjuan; her sorrowful expression evoked pity. Her simple robes clung tightly, and because she was kneeling, her buttocks appeared unusually large, as if about to burst from the garment. Li Feiyu stood outside the window, staring at Bi Ru's back. He recalled the sight of her when he awoke—an angelic face, a devilish figure, and most importantly, a melancholic, classical air that had captivated him. He couldn't believe she was his mother in this life. Remembering peeping at her bathing, seeing her snow-white, smooth, plump buttocks and full breasts, and her hairless pubic area, Li Feiyu felt a surge of heat.

He kissed the face of the maid in his arms, dismissing them to stand outside the door, and quietly moved to stand beside her, inhaling her fragrance and admiring her unparalleled beauty.

Suddenly, he froze, listening to her pleading and affectionate words. He realized she had been worrying about him constantly. All his lewd thoughts vanished. At that moment, he was like a child who had rediscovered warmth, only able to cry out to his mother: "Mother!"

Chapter Seventeen: Beautiful Biru.

Hearing the call, Biru turned around in a daze and saw Li Feiyu standing at the door. Her heart overflowed with love, and she looked at Li Feiyu with gentle eyes, saying, "Yu'er, you've come!"

Li Feiyu walked to Biru's side and was embraced by her. He buried his head between her soft breasts, yet surprisingly, he felt no impure thoughts. In her, he seemed to see the figure of his mother from a past life—the same doting love, the same deep care.

Holding Li Feiyu in her arms, Biru felt a pang of heartache as she recalled his strange illness. Stroking his hair, she said, "Yu'er, shall I find you some masters?"

Li Feiyu was startled, looking up at the stunningly beautiful face so close to his, and asked, "Mother, aren't I unable to practice martial arts?"

A flicker of pain crossed Biru's eyes. On this continent, not being able to practice martial arts meant being relegated to the bottom of society, despite her child's noble birth. Looking at the innocent Li Feiyu, she said, "No, you can. This martial art injures people invisibly; it's a superior martial art. As long as you practice diligently, you can stand at the pinnacle of this continent."

Hearing this, Li Feiyu felt a surge of excitement. Such martial arts existed? However, he didn't show any emotion on his face, pretending not to understand and staring blankly at Biru.

Biru suddenly smiled, a radiant smile that captivated Li Feiyu, but he quickly recovered. After all, his spiritual sense was unprecedentedly powerful; he simply didn't know how to use it yet. Looking at her adorable son, Bi Ru felt hopeful again. He wasn't useless; he just needed time. She pulled Li Feiyu into her arms again, resting her smooth chin on his forehead, and said, "How about I find some beautiful ladies to teach you music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and divination techniques tomorrow?"

Li Feiyu was a little disappointed to hear about music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and divination techniques, but then he thought about the mysterious spiritual power he sometimes emitted while playing the zither. He figured this was a good opportunity to understand it, and it might actually be useful. Besides, he couldn't learn martial arts for the time being, so meeting some beautiful women wouldn't hurt. He happily replied, "Okay, Mother, but I want you to teach me the zither."

Bi Ru lovingly stroked his face and said apologetically, "Yu'er, the one who will teach you the zither is another beautiful auntie. Her zither skills are much better than your mother's." Li Feiyu felt a pang of disappointment .

He knew his mother truly had something to attend to, otherwise she wouldn't have refused him. He said unhappily, "I understand, Mother."

Bi Ru looked at Li Feiyu apologetically. She also wanted to teach him, but considering the body's reaction after offering the essence of the Xuanmu, she had to abandon the idea. She looked at Li Feiyu lovingly and said, "Yu'er, your mother promises you that she will teach you after this is over."

Li Feiyu reached out and touched Bi Ru's beautiful face. The smooth texture made him lift his head and kiss her face, saying, "Mother, I will listen to you!"

Bi Ru felt a surge of relief. She helped Li Feiyu stand up and straightened his clothes, saying, "Your Aunt Leng is waiting for you in the Imperial Physician's Palace. Go!"

Li Feiyu thought of the Demon Physician Leng Youyou, and a burning desire rose in his heart. That vixen was always with him; he wondered what she wanted from him this time. He kissed Biru on the cheek and said, "Mother, I'm leaving now."

Biru stood at the door, watching Li Feiyu leave. When Li Feiyu's figure disappeared around the corner of the courtyard, she finally couldn't hold back her tears, which fell like pear blossoms on her face. A ghostly figure flashed out from the doorway, looking at Biru and saying, "Madam Bi, it's time to extract the essence of the Mysterious Mother." Upon hearing this,

Biru nodded without hesitation and said, "I'll go right away!"

In a secret chamber, a beautiful woman with an elegant and refined demeanor sat cross-legged on a stone seat. In front of her was a pool of milky white medicinal liquid emanating a green spiritual aura. Several rare, top-grade thousand-year-old medicinal herbs were piled up beside the pool. Not long after, the stone door of the secret chamber opened with a creak. Led by a maid dressed in black and veiled, Biru took a deep breath and walked in, immediately seeing the beautiful woman sitting on the stone seat by the pool. The woman opened her eyes, her gaze as deep and serene as a still pool, looking at the beautiful and jade-like Biru. With a gentle wave of her slender hand, a black-clad maidservant responded and went out, saying to Biru, "Prepare."

Chapter Eighteen: The Beauty's Sacrifice.

When Li Feiyu arrived at the Imperial Physician's Palace, Leng Youyou had been waiting there for a long time. After several years of research, she had finally devised a method to extract the peculiar energy from Li Feiyu's body. Whether it succeeded or not was up to fate. Of course, she didn't know that her family would extract the essence of the Xuanmu for Li Feiyu, their direct descendant. The essence of the Xuanmu was the purest energy, greatly beneficial to Li Feiyu's peculiar ailment.

As the magnificent royal palanquin slowly came to a stop at the Imperial Physician's Palace's alchemy room, the accompanying maidservant reminded her beside the stopped palanquin, "Master, Huichun Wan has arrived."

"Hmm," Li Feiyu responded lazily, his words muffled. The woman's panting from inside the sedan chair made the pure and beautiful maid blush and dare not lift the door, obediently waiting to the side. A charming and mature woman emerged from Huichunwan, her voluptuous figure revealing her nakedness. She wore a blue dress, her long, black hair casually draped over her shoulders, which only accentuated her unique beauty. A faint smile graced her angelic face, clearly indicating she was plotting something. It was Leng Youyou who arrived. She walked to the imperial sedan chair and shushed the maid beside her, signaling her to be quiet. She then directly lifted the door, revealing Li Feiyu with his head buried in the arms of a beautiful maid. The maid's green bodice was already undone, and Li Feiyu buried his face in it, taking one breast into his mouth and kneading the other breast with his other hand, making the maid pant heavily. Upon seeing this, Leng Youyou was stunned for a moment. Li Feiyu was also taken aback by Leng Youyou's sudden action of opening the sedan door. He looked up at Leng Youyou's complicated gaze and smiled rather awkwardly. The maid in the sedan, her face flushed, pulled her clothes to her chest to cover herself. Leng Youyou was only stunned for a moment before reaching out her slender hand to grab Li Feiyu's ear and scolding him coquettishly, "You little devil, you never forget to flirt with women."

Li Feiyu stepped out of the sedan and chuckled, "Holding power over the world and reclining on the lap of a beauty, that doesn't seem wrong, does it?"

Leng Youyou gave a light "sigh" and didn't object, pulling him along, saying, "I've thought of a way that might be useful to you. The family elders have studied your situation and think this is your greatest hope. Come with me." As she spoke, she led him to the Rejuvenation Chamber. Once inside, Li Feiyu could perform the transformation. Just as Leng Youyou was about to push open the door, Li Feiyu stopped her, saying, "Sister, I didn't say I was going in. I've already given up on treatment. Isn't this better?"

"You!" Leng Youyou was about to get angry, but suddenly smiled sweetly, "Tell me, what do you want?"

Li Feiyu leaned close to Leng Youyou's ear, inhaling her fragrance, and said, "Unless you kiss me!"

Leng Youyou smiled charmingly, "You little rascal!" A blush involuntarily rose on her face, and she kissed Li Feiyu on the cheek. But Li Feiyu suddenly hooked his arm around Leng Youyou's neck and sealed her soft lips with his. Leng Youyou seemed to have anticipated this, and proactively stuck her tongue into Li Feiyu's mouth. This initiative made Li Feiyu feel uncomfortable, and his first thought was, "Something's wrong!" So he quickly stuck out her tongue, but it was too late. Li Feiyu felt a cool liquid flowing from Leng Youyou's mouth, which he swallowed.

Leng Youyou chuckled, "How is it? Tastes good, right?"

Li Feiyu secretly groaned, then pleaded, "Sister, what did you feed me? Please spare me!"

Leng Youyou laughed, "Kid, you'll find out soon enough. If you don't go in, I can't guarantee what will happen!"

Li Feiyu cursed inwardly, "You little vixen, I'll eat you up sooner or later!" He had no choice but to push open the door and go in. Leng Youyou watched Li Feiyu go in, her expression complicated. She didn't know if this method would work. If it didn't, it could be life-threatening for Li Feiyu, but her family insisted on doing this kind of experiment, so she had no choice.

Li Feiyu went in, and his eyes widened. He saw a beautiful body partially obscured by a pink gauze curtain in the room. At that moment, a surge of lust rose in his dantian, and his manhood stood proudly erect, causing a slight throbbing pain. He finally understood what Leng Youyou had fed him: an aphrodisiac that drove him mad.

Chapter Nineteen: The Prodigal Son Offers Hisself

. Enveloped in gauze curtains, Li Ruoxi stared blankly at the dragon-and-phoenix-carved roof. Hearing a sound, she turned to the doorway and noticed a young man, his face obscured, push open the door and enter. She nervously clutched her thin gauze dress, trying to cover herself, her heart pounding with panic. Was she to offer herself to this useless young master today? Her family was a branch of the Li family. Her birth had elevated the family's status because she possessed the Yuan Yin spiritual root physique, a martial arts genius rarely seen in a century. However, this very trait had plunged her family into the vortex of the Li family's power struggles. This time, offering her virginity was the idea of the family elders. It was said that her virginity possessed spirituality, greatly benefiting whoever obtained it. Regardless of success or failure, her family would receive compensation. Could she object? No. Although she was a martial arts genius, she was insignificant compared to the direct descendants of the family. The family had too many geniuses.

Li Feiyu had no idea what the girl was thinking. He was completely captivated by her alluring figure, and the aphrodisiac he was so easily aroused made him feel his blood boiling. He stepped forward, his steps trembling slightly. When he lifted the veil, he saw a stunningly beautiful but melancholic girl. Two tear tracks clung to her face, but this melancholy and pitiful air only aroused him more. His eyes were fixed on the girl's deep white skin beneath the transparent veil. He finally couldn't resist and reached out to touch her breasts. The smooth touch made him gasp, and then he heard the girl's soft moan. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. He was stunned. He became curious about the girl's origins. He didn't understand what Leng Youyou was planning, but he was quickly overcome with lust. Seeing the girl's resistance, he pounced on her, undressed, and roughly tore open the thin fabric covering her body. He thrust his massive member in, and crimson petals bloomed on the sheets before fading. The girl suddenly opened her eyes, not looking at Li Feiyu who was ravaging her, but at a blank and empty gaze. Li Feiyu had no intention of showing mercy. He only felt a fire burning in his heart, a burning desire that fueled his relentless thrusting. The girl's small size clearly couldn't contain his enormous member, and blood stained the sheets. Finally, Li Feiyu gritted his teeth and groaned, his thick semen filling Li Ruoxi's body. By this time, Li Ruoxi had already fallen into a pale, unconscious sleep. While she slept, the primordial yin within her body, irrigated by the thick fluid, underwent a violent reaction, flowing and being drawn into Li Feiyu's massive member. Streams of bluish-green gas erupted from Li Feiyu's body, the powerful force surging through his meridians, causing his face to initially experience extreme pleasure before turning into boundless pain.

Just as he was about to succumb, countless black threads shot in from outside the window, binding his body. There were twenty-four threads in total, and outside the window stood twenty-four women in plain white robes, their faces veiled, holding the black threads and channeling their inner energy to try and draw out the strange power within Li Feiyu. However, things took an unexpected turn. The virgin yin successfully triggered a reaction within Li Feiyu's body; the dense yin mixed with spiritual energy made this power even more abundant. When they tried to draw this power in, it flowed along the threads into the bodies of the twenty-four women, acting like a magnet, drawing their energy into a clump, preventing it from functioning properly. With a "plop," blood flowed from their mouths, clearly indicating internal injuries sustained in this unexpected situation. "Left Envoy, it seems this method won't work!" The speaker was one of the women, who shook her head and sighed at Leng Youyou.

Inside the room, Li Feiyu strangely calmed down, his face serene as he lost consciousness and collapsed onto the girl. Who knew that within Li Feiyu's sea of consciousness, lightning flashed and thunder roared, a blue dragon swirling around a ball of consciousness—the source of this power. Li Feiyu's manhood remained erect, stained with blood and ulcers, while Li Ruoxi's torn flesh, after being separated, seemed to be healing rapidly at the site of a strange energy, that primordial yang boosting her power several levels. Leng Youyou,

who had been observing from the side, was shocked by the scene. She burst through the door with a "bang," finding a blue aura filling the air, and Li Feiyu, naked and unconscious, lying on top of Li Ruoxi. Her hands trembled as she picked him up and rolled him over. Ignoring the allure beneath them, she checked Li Feiyu's pulse and, finding everything normal, breathed a sigh of relief, though not without a hint of annoyance. Did this method mean he was destined to never learn martial arts? Looking at Li Feiyu's unconscious state, she scolded him for his lack of willpower while feeling a touch of shyness. She glanced at his groin and quickly turned away, but inadvertently inhaled a wisp of green mist, the faint scent of spring stirring up waves of desire within her.

"Hmm—" Li Ruoxi groggily opened her eyes, and upon realizing she was naked, her face turned deathly pale. She looked at the unconscious Li Feiyu with complicated emotions, finally recognizing his features.

He sighed softly, looking apologetically at Li Ruoxi, "Thank you for your hard work, but unfortunately, his power still cannot be awakened."

Upon hearing this, Li Ruoxi suddenly laughed bitterly, "A piece of trash is a piece of trash. What use do you think he is?" Her last shred of hope had shattered; her sacrifice was nothing but a joke.

"You!" Leng Youyou's pretty face turned cold as a coiled silk thread flew from her sleeve and gripped her throat. "Don't forget your identity. I won't allow anyone to defile him!"

"Never mind." Li Feiyu had already woken up. He looked at Li Ruoxi with a complex expression and said, "One day, you will find that I am not a piece of trash, but stand at the pinnacle of this continent! You can leave."

(Some descriptions are difficult to write in detail; this chapter omits a lot. It can be found in the collection.)

Chapter Twenty: Leaving Indifferently .

After Li Feiyu finished speaking, Li Ruoxi felt a pang in her heart, but a mocking look appeared in her eyes. She struggled to her feet, put on her clothes, and walked out with a blank stare. With a soft sigh, she watched Li Ruoxi's retreating figure. Turning her gaze, she saw Li Feiyu staring intently at her. She felt a surge of anger, but not amusement. His earlier demeanor had truly surprised her; she'd thought he could genuinely ignore Li Ruoxi's beauty and feign righteousness. Who knew he was such a rascal? She tapped him on the head and said, "Want to keep her here, huh?" Truly a shocking statement!

Li Feiyu, however, was already used to her fiery temper. He buried his head in her chest, kissing her breasts indistinctly, and said, "Her figure is nowhere near as good as yours!"

"Hehe~~" Leng Youyou laughed seductively, asking Li Feiyu, "Then do you want it?"

Li Feiyu made no attempt to hide his lust, especially since he wasn't dressed yet. He vigorously kneaded her ample breasts and buttocks, pressing his enormous member against her cleft through her clothes, saying, "Yes, I dream of fucking you!"

Even the alluring Leng Youyou couldn't withstand his directness. A slightly unnatural blush rose to her face, and she gasped, "Do you dare?" Just as

Li Feiyu was about to put his words into practice, he suddenly felt a wave of heat wash over him, and his head began to spin. It turned out that as Leng Youyou spoke, a pale red mist had been exhaling from her mouth. Although it carried a pleasant fragrance, it was something even the Martial Emperor dared not underestimate—it was the ancient remnant of the Drunken Mortal Realm. Watching Li Feiyu fall into a deep sleep, the alluring look on her face vanished, replaced by a holy demeanor as she addressed the outside, "Someone, thoroughly examine the young master's body, then infuse the 'Essence of the Mysterious Mother' into his body." When she mentioned the 'Essence of the Mysterious Mother,' her brow furrowed slightly, her eyes flickering as if lost in thought.

Li Ruoxi, carrying her body, returned to her family's territory, utterly dejected. It was a secluded, beautiful valley on the outskirts of the city, tranquil and serene, with neatly arranged houses, yet she could no longer feel any warmth. Standing under a huge sycamore tree at the village entrance, gazing at the wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys of the households, she felt a sense of disorientation. That had once been her dream—to live like an ordinary member of the family, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, without the need for arduous cultivation, finding someone to cherish and stay with. What had she been working so hard to cultivate all these years? Wasn't it to make herself one of the strongest, to be able to decide her own destiny, instead of becoming a bargaining chip for the upper echelons of the Li family like the other beautiful women in her clan? But she hadn't expected the unfairness of fate to come so quickly. Her talent for cultivation had only led her into this predicament sooner. Although the clan elders had said they would no longer interfere, she had already lost the happiness a woman should have. She understood what that meant on this continent, but she knew she would never marry anyone again in this life. A gentle breeze blew, and the fallen leaves of the paulownia tree rustled and drifted to her feet. Her white dress and ribbons fluttered, and her dark hair rose and fell. Yet, she couldn't help but think of that frail figure standing under this paulownia tree, her fate tragic. Tears, like pearls, slowly flowed down her beautiful cheeks and onto her white dress. That frail figure was called Ugly Granny by her when she was a child. It was said that Ugly Granny was very beautiful when she was young and was favored by the upper echelons of the family. However, in order to protect herself, she cultivated a vicious martial art, which made her appearance extremely ugly. Thus, she remained ugly. Because of her appearance, she has never found her own happiness. However, her martial arts skills are extremely high. It is said that she has become a Martial Emperor. She is now traveling across the continent and has been away from this valley for five years. The last time she saw her was when she left this small valley. That weathered and lonely figure was deeply buried in her heart. At that time, she did not know why Ugly Granny left. Now she knows.

Just as Li Ruoxi was lost in thought, a girl who bore a resemblance to her, dressed in samurai attire, carrying a satchel and a sword, emerged from the village. Her face showed caution and tension. When she saw Li Ruoxi, she was visibly stunned, her eyes blurry with tears, her face flushed with excitement. She stammered, "Sister..."

Li Ruoxi frowned upon seeing her sister's attire and asked, "Chen'er, where are you going...?"

Seeing that her sister was alright, Li Ruochen rushed over and threw herself into her arms, tears streaming down her face, stammering, "Sister, you're alright! It's good you're alright! Let's leave, let's leave this place, okay? I'm scared, scared that one day I'll become a pawn for the family too!" This incident had happened right beside her, filling Li Ruochen with dread.

Li Ruoxi was shaken. Her sister's beauty and talent in cultivation surpassed her own, but she had always kept a low profile, heeding her advice. She had suffered enough herself; she absolutely did not want her sister to suffer the same fate. She wiped away her sister's tears, glanced at the place where she had grown up for so many years, and said with a somber expression, "Sister...sigh, let's go!" As she said these words, she felt a sense of relief; all her resentment vanished. From now on, the Li family had nothing to do with her; it was time for her to leave.

As for the one who stole her man, she couldn't really feel hatred; she could only blame herself for being born into such an environment. But from the moment she had her relationship with Li Feiyu, could she truly be unrelated to the Li family? (03-24
Chapter Twenty-One: Springtime in the Secret Chamber~~Chapter Thirty: Forging True Qi

Chapter Twenty: Springtime in the Secret Chamber) The

slightly salty sea breeze stirred up waves carrying golden-white sand that spread to the rugged shore. The reddish light of the horizon approached from afar, and a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere enveloped this beautiful and mysterious island. Bizarre seabirds, each with its own unique shape, bathed in the crimson glow, emitting joyful cries. They circled back and forth on the sea, and soon a huge wave rose up. With a few hoots, they landed in the endless coconut grove on the shore, munching on golden coconuts. In the shadows of this coconut grove stood a hunched old man with white hair and a beard, his eyes gazing blankly at the golden-red sunset. A faint smile played on his lips, a smile both mysterious and sincere. He seemed to recall past glories, and an invisible pressure emanated from him, startling the birds in the forest. But as his gaze returned to the round, red sun, a hint of melancholy flashed in his eyes, and the pressure dissipated with a sigh.

"Awooo—" A long howl echoed from the dense jungle. The old man's expression changed, and he leaped into the forest, leaving afterimages in his wake. His agility made it impossible to underestimate this seemingly frail old man. When he arrived in the jungle, he saw two strange little white beasts lying listlessly in the grass. Dreamlike, aquamarine butterflies fluttered about, and between them, two beautiful little girls, like porcelain dolls, lay unconscious on the grass. The butterflies moved back and forth across the girls' bodies. Even the most composed old man couldn't remain calm at this moment. No wonder the two ancient creatures were also lying listlessly in the grass. He exclaimed in shock, "Phantom Water Butterflies!" The old man was right; these dreamlike butterflies were indeed the Phantom Water Butterflies, and both girls had been recognized as their masters by the Phantom Water Butterflies. The two girls were his daughters. Years ago, he had been struck by the martial arts technique "Fleeting Beauty," causing his body to age prematurely. He had taken his two daughters and four servants to hide on this small island. He had long since killed off any dangerous animals on the island, and under the protection of the two ancient white beasts, there should have been no danger to the two girls. Who knew that such an impossible, strange phantom beast would suddenly appear?

"Young Master, has something happened to Yu'er and Xue'er?" At this moment, a beautiful woman in her thirties, dressed in simple clothes, nimbly moved through the woods, asking with an excited and worried voice.

The old man looked at the emotionally distraught woman and nodded in acknowledgment.

When the woman saw the two girls collapsed in the water, and then saw the blue butterflies fluttering about, her face turned deathly pale. She remembered seeing a description of these butterflies in the book *Ancient Martial Arts Continent: A Record of Wonders* when she accompanied her mistress to the Divine Martial Academy on the mainland.

"Alright, Miss is just temporarily unconscious, what's the rush!" The old woman looked at her servant of many years, waving her hand in a gesture of reassurance. Suddenly, her expression shifted again, and she looked at a building on the island, muttering to herself, "They're here, they're here!" She glanced at her two daughters, her eyelids twitching. Could this be fate?

Suddenly, the butterflies thrashed violently, finally gathering beneath the two girls, lifting them up and carrying them towards the building the old woman had been looking at. The old woman and her beautiful maid were instantly stunned. Such a thing was possible! Having witnessed all sorts of strange occurrences, the old woman and the maid quickly followed, the two strange little white beasts shakily standing and wobbling behind them.

The road led to a wide stone cave. The disc, carrying two little girls, flew to the ground, and then several light butterflies fluttered around a blazing blue stone tablet. Inside the cave, besides the old man and the beautiful woman who had come with them, there were two more maids and an old servant who had rushed over upon hearing the news. Seeing this extraordinary sight, the old servant's expression was a mixture of worry and excitement. He looked at the old man and said, "Young Master, the Azure Dragon Token is responding! The Azure Dragon has been born! Your injuries can be healed, but what about the two young ladies…?"

The old man watched the scene silently, then suddenly smiled and said, "With the Azure Dragon's birth, the world submits. You young ladies don't need to worry." Sure enough, after the old man finished speaking, the Illusory Water Butterflies seemed to sense the Azure Dragon's aura on the stone tablet and retreated into the two girls' bodies. The two girls, their eyelashes fluttering, opened their bright eyes, looked confused for a moment, and then, seeing their father, Uncle Gu, and three aunts there, quickly stood up. Without feeling any discomfort, they immediately threw themselves into the old man's arms, saying, "Father!" The two girls' movements and voices were remarkably similar, making them difficult to distinguish. Perhaps only those who had cared for them since childhood could tell the difference!

"Yu'er, Xue'er, are you feeling alright?" the beautiful woman in simple clothes asked impatiently.

The two little girls were wondering how they had suddenly found themselves here, having just been playing in the woods. Hearing their Aunt Zhao's question only made them more puzzled. They tilted their heads, looking at the beautiful woman curiously, wondering why she was asking this. But the two little girls spoke first, "Aunt Zhao, we're not feeling alright!"

The old man took the two girls' pulses without speaking. Just as he was about to use his internal energy to check them, a strange force repelled his internal energy, causing him to tremble and furrow his brow. The old servant standing beside him, seeing the strange expression on his young master's face—a man who had been a prodigy since childhood but was now in such a state—quickly asked, "Young master, is something wrong?" His voice was old but full of concern.

The old man glanced at the flames burning on the cyan stone tablet, his expression softening as he said, "It's alright, but I can't ascertain the condition of Xue'er and Yu'er." The old man was afflicted with the "Fleeting Beauty" curse, requiring the Azure Dragon's power to draw out the power of his youth buried within him. He had obtained this Azure Dragon Token by chance; it was said that the stone tablet reacted when the Azure Dragon appeared. He hadn't held out much hope; the Azure Dragon hadn't appeared for a thousand years, and its reappearance should have been a cause for celebration. He could easily use the Azure Dragon's power to eliminate the torment within him. However, now that his daughter had become the master of the Illusionary Water Butterfly, if she also used the Azure Dragon's power, she should be able to control the butterfly's power quickly. His concern was whether the Azure Dragon would betray its master. As for finding where the Azure Dragon appeared, it was easy for him. The lingering power of the Azure Dragon's appearance—"The Azure Dragon's appearance brings boundless expanse"—could be found by inquiring about the movements on the continent. Moreover, the Azure Dragon Token on the stone tablet already indicated that it was approximately in the southeast.

After a moment of contemplation, the wrinkles on his face softened, and he said, "When I leave the island this time, all of you should go out too. Perhaps Yu'er and Xue'er will need his help!" The others were taken aback, then nodded and replied, "Yes!" The two little girls had already each hugged their little white beasts, whispering to each other about the "dream" they had just experienced.

And what about the so-called Azure Dragon Lord?

Li Feiyu's clothes had already been removed, and his lower body was immersed in a dark pool of water. Various medicinal herbs had been added to the pool, including the essence of the Mysterious Mother. Twenty-four women in plain white robes, their faces veiled, sat cross-legged around the pool, channeling their inner energy to send out black threads from their hands that connected to the water. Soon, the pool water began to churn, and Li Feiyu's body strangely absorbed the medicinal power, causing the water to gradually change color. The light faded. After an unknown amount of time, Li Feiyu's face flushed red and contorted with rage, his body swelling. The twenty-four women in plain clothes, exhausted from prolonged exertion, were more pleased than alarmed by Li Feiyu's condition, gritting their teeth and persevering. But extremes beget their opposites. When the power reached its peak, with a "poof," the pool water exploded, and thick, visible green vapor billowed from Li Feiyu's mouth, nose, and ears. Even his genitals, which had somehow become erect, were now emitting wisps of green vapor from their tip. Li Feiyu's consciousness suddenly cleared, and he saw the four... Zhou was parched. The enclosed room was filled with a thick, green vapor. The twenty-four women, upon smelling this vapor, immediately felt weak and aroused. Exhausted, they had no strength left to resist and were swept away by endless passion. Perhaps they had guessed many things, but none like this. The twenty-four beautiful women undressed themselves, rubbing their bodies. Unable to find solace, their faces flushed, their expressions a mixture of anxiety and pleading. Li Feiyu, seeing the women's alluring and seductive state… His lower body throbbed with pain, and he felt a booming sensation in his head. He pulled the two women beside him into the water with a "plop." Sensing the intense masculine energy, the two women clung tightly to Li Feiyu's body, moaning and panting as they kissed and groped his body, more frantic than a man. But unsure of what to do, they were anxious, their faces flushed, and tears streamed down their faces. Li Feiyu wrapped his arms around the woman's writhing body, kissing her small mouth, his sucking tongue caressing her plump breasts. His lower body hardened, accompanied by... The woman moaned softly, feeling her massive member being tightly and comfortably enveloped.

The room was filled with a scene of passion. Li Feiyu was unstoppable. Leng Youyou, outside, finally sensed something was wrong. After a moment's thought, she pushed open the door, only to be stunned by the scene before her. Three women were entwined around Li Feiyu's body, their genitals intertwined. The women were thrusting violently, while Li Feiyu's veins bulged, his mind blank, only knowing to violently thrust. Looking around, he saw many women unconscious, their genitals swollen and red, the ground stained with blood. How could this happen so quickly? She opened her eyes, watching the intense movements of the men. The sounds of their bodies colliding, the gasps and sobs, brought her an unprecedented shock. But she couldn't stop them. A wave of intense, sensual energy washed over her. Her innate allure, drawn by the deadly masculine force, caused her to lose her senses and, as if possessed, close the door to the secret chamber.

Chapter Twenty-Two: The Mysterious Princess .

When Li Feiyu awoke, she felt a splitting headache and her whole body ached, especially her engorged member, a clear sign of excessive indulgence. Embroidered Silk Brocade, red gauze curtains, the lingering scent of a woman's body on the bedding—Li Feiyu steadied himself, glanced around the room, but didn't dwell on it. He was more concerned about what had happened to him. Yesterday's scenes flashed through his mind. Faxie was still Faxie, lost in her frantic thrusting, her mind clouded. Li Feiyu gave a bitter laugh; he didn't even know their names, what difference was there between them and prostitutes? He focused his energy in his dantian and was surprised to find that true energy could still remain there, albeit only a small portion. Most of it was absorbed into some unknown part of his body by a strange force, but it still filled him with joy. Little by little, it could at least be used to cultivate martial arts. He stood up and found that he seemed to have grown taller. Now twelve years old, he looked like eighteen or nineteen, his skin even more radiant—a typical pretty boy. Li Feiyu was certain that he had changed, but he felt like a guinea pig. He had to ask Leng Youyou how he had changed. Just as he put on the clothes folded on the table, "creak—" the door opened, and a pretty young palace maid walked in.

"Young Prince, you're awake. Greetings, Your Highness!" The palace maid blushed and gave a slight courtly bow.

"Where is this?" Li Feiyu noticed the young woman's palace attire, clearly that of a palace maid.

"Reporting to Your Highness, this is the Xiu Nu Palace. Yesterday, the Immortal Physician brought you here." The young palace maid blushed as she recalled how the Immortal Physician, Leng Youyou, had staggered over to help the young prince and then suddenly left him to sleep in her chambers overnight.

Li Feiyu smiled slightly and said, "This is your room, right?! I slept very comfortably here. How far is it from here to the Immortal Doctor's Palace?"

"Ah...?" The little palace maid exclaimed in surprise upon hearing Li Feiyu's words, her face flushing red. She finally came to her senses, pointing with her little finger to a secluded path through a quiet forest, and whispered, "It's not far along this path."

"Hehe..." Li Feiyu chuckled happily, looking at the little palace maid, finding her incredibly adorable. The imperial palace on this continent had no eunuchs, only women. The current emperor's several concubines were virtuous, and the palace was free of intrigue. The little palace maids were all innocent and pure, and since they rarely left the palace and rarely faced men, their shyness was quite unique. He reached out and pinched her soft, red cheek, saying lightly, "You're so cute! Thanks, I'll come see you again sometime!" With that, he walked out laughing. He felt like a big bad wolf, but what was wrong with being one? He left behind a cute palace maid, her mind blank and her face flushed, covering her face with her hands.

Li Feiyu traversed the bustling, secluded forest and caught sight of the outline of the Imperial Physician's Palace. Within it lay the Immortal Physician's Palace, where Leng Youyou resided. Just then, he saw a beautiful, ethereal girl in a green dress, accompanied by two palace maids, walking along a path through the forest. What a stunning beauty! The girl's features were exquisitely beautiful, her face as delicate as water. As she passed by, her slight blush and delicate features were like a calming lake, giving off a serene and beautiful aura. A faint, refreshing fragrance wafted towards him; Li Feiyu recognized it as the girl's natural body scent, a fragrance he had only ever smelled on the Sixth Princess, his mother, and Leng Youyou.

Li Shishi, lost in thought, her head bowed and brows furrowed, suddenly noticed someone blocking her path. Looking up, she saw a handsome, somewhat ethereal young man in brocade robes staring at her with admiration in his eyes. A blush crept onto her cheeks, and she walked past him with her head down. Who was he? Thinking with doubt, he sighed and decided to first find Granny Li to retrieve his mother's belongings.

Li Feiyu watched the young girl's slender figure as he walked to the secluded woods and stopped a palace maid in green robes heading to the Imperial Concubine's Palace. He asked, "Who was that girl who just passed by?"

The maid, seeing the prince preparing to bow, quickly curtsied and replied, "Your Highness, that was Princess Mingzhu."

Li Feiyu hummed in understanding. Princess Mingzhu was none other than the Fourth Princess, Li Shishi. Her mother, Consort Nangong Ru'er, had died nine years ago in the "West Palace Incident" after shielding the emperor from a sword. Deeply affected by the loss of his empress and Consort Nangong, the emperor refused to take any more concubines, bestowing upon his daughter Li Shishi, born to Consort Nangong Ru'er, the title "Princess Mingzhu," and showering her with affection. Li Shishi remained shrouded in mystery to outsiders, as she had never appeared in public. So, Li Feiyu asked in confusion, "Does Princess Mingzhu come here often?"

"Your Highness, Princess Mingzhu comes to Yannian Palace to see Physician Zhao every ten days," Princess Bishan replied respectfully, though puzzled as to why Li Feiyu was even asking this. It wasn't a secret in the palace.

Li Feiyu hesitated. What did she want with that old man Zhao? He knew Physician Zhao very well; he had dealt with him many times because Physician Zhao concocted cultivation pills, and he privately called him "Old Man Zhao." Why would she need so many cultivation pills every ten days? With a wicked smile, Li Feiyu secretly followed her. He had already noticed that the Fourth Princess wasn't heading towards her palace.

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Strange Old Woman

The setting sun cast its slanting rays, the leisurely afterglow hanging on the ancient and grand Sutra Pavilion, the carved and jade-paved glazed tiles shimmering with a rosy glow. In late autumn, the leaves of the sycamore trees withered and fell, drifting in the autumn wind before the rusty bronze doors of the Sutra Repository. Only the gilded jade lions, exuding an air of nobility, stood facing the desolate bamboo path amidst the bleak autumn wind. This was the West Palace, once bustling but now desolate and deserted after nine years of neglect. Since the death of Nangong Ru'er nine years ago, Emperor Li Jin had left it idle, allowing only a limited number of people to enter, while others were forbidden to enter. Li Jin often came here to remember his beloved concubine, keeping everything exactly as it was. This Sutra Repository, as ancient as the palace itself, was built on a piece of land nearby by Li Jin because Nangong Ru'er loved reading. In the desolate silence, soft footsteps approached. A beautiful young woman with bright eyes and white teeth, accompanied by two maids, walked with a sorrowful expression. They trudged through the fallen leaves of the paulownia trees to the entrance of the Sutra Repository. The ancient bronze doors creaked open automatically, and the three women quickly went inside. The doors creaked shut again, and silence returned, as if nothing had happened.

Li Feiyu followed Li Shishi at a distance, carefully traversing the ornate corridors and ancient, secluded paths through the woods, arriving at the rarely visited ruins of the Western Palace. Passing a winding, emerald-green pond, he looked up along the leaf-strewn path. In the distance, he could vaguely see ancient, grand buildings, but Li Shishi had already disappeared at the end of the path.

Li Feiyu was puzzled. The Western Palace had been abandoned for a long time; could Li Shishi have come here to mourn her deceased mother? He trudged through the fallen leaves, their crunching sound echoing along the path to the stone-paved forest. The ancient scripture pavilion sat nestled among the sycamore trees bathed in the setting sun, seemingly weathered by time.

After surveying his surroundings and confirming that Li Shishi had entered the pavilion, Li Feiyu immediately tried to push open the door. He hesitated briefly, then channeled his inner energy into the door with his right hand, slowly pushing it open a crack, and slipped inside like a ghost. Since waking, he hadn't been able to practice martial arts, but he had read countless martial arts manuals. His powerful soul force allowed him to quickly understand and master some minor martial arts techniques, using them with ease.

Staring blankly at the dozen or so dusty bookshelves and the seven deep, dark staircases surrounding the walls, Li Feiyu frowned. Wasn't he just asking for trouble? In this quiet, dark, deserted building, the stench of decaying books assaulted his senses. He sighed and decided to leave; it wasn't right to pry into someone's secrets. Suddenly, with several creaking sounds, the black sandalwood shelf in the middle slid to the side, revealing a small hole large enough for two people to pass through. Li Feiyu was startled; he vanished like a wisp of smoke, silently hiding behind the bookshelf.

Li Shishi, accompanied by two maids, opened the small door hidden under the bookshelf, leaping out with a stooped posture. Tears streamed down her face, and even the two maids had tears on their faces. In Li Shishi's hand, she clutched a small golden booklet, her delicate white hands gripping it tightly, the veins bulging with pale blue. Her chest heaved, revealing her intense sorrow. Li Feiyu secretly watched, seeing the heartbroken woman, and longed to slip out and comfort her. He sighed softly to calm himself, and only breathed a sigh of relief after Li Shishi had left. He had come to see the beauty's secret; he couldn't be too abrupt. Alas, his occupational hazard of seeking out the beauty's secret still lingered. But was the feeling of things changing beyond recognition a huge luxury for someone like him who didn't know martial arts?

Just as Li Feiyu was about to step out, a flicker of alertness crossed his mind, and he quickly returned to the bookshelf. Sure enough, amidst a series of coughs, a hunched old woman in grey robes with white hair slowly crawled out, holding a yellow candle lantern, and stood beside the bookshelf. The bookshelf moved back to its original position, covering the opening. The old woman's withered hands gripped the bronze handle of the lantern tightly, her whole body trembling as if she were about to collapse. Her face was emaciated, and she coughed and gasped, her teeth chattering. The sight sent chills down Li Feiyu's spine. This old woman had suddenly appeared, and in the quiet darkness, her coughs sounded so piercing, like death knells striking his heart.

Suddenly, the old woman turned and slammed her palm against the bookshelf where Li Feiyu was hiding. Li Feiyu hastily gathered his energy, braced his palm against the bookshelf, and took a step back. With a creak, the bookshelf cracked. Before Li Feiyu could react, the old woman leaped forward, leaving a trail of afterimages. Her fiery palm, seemingly carrying the pressure of heaven and earth, distorted the spatial array as it swiftly and fiercely struck Li Feiyu. With a muffled groan, Li Feiyu was thrown back by the blow, his body flying like a fading night sky, crashing into a wooden frame. The frame collapsed with a thud, followed by rows of wooden frames falling to the ground, raising layers of dust. Then, Li Feiyu felt a cold, sharp claw gripping his throat, his body pressed tightly against the wall. The old woman, in a hoarse, broken voice, asked, "Which member of the royal family are you?"

Blood trickled from the corner of Li Feiyu's mouth. He tightly closed his eyes, not wanting the old woman to see the hatred in them. His mind was buzzing; he was stunned by this sudden attack and change, and the difficulty in breathing prevented him from answering the old woman's question.

"Hehehe..." The old woman suddenly chuckled, threw Li Feiyu on the ground, and said, "It doesn't matter what your identity is, as long as you're alive, that's enough. I suddenly want to try being a man and see what it's like!"

"You..." Li Feiyu was suddenly stunned by the old woman's words. He wanted to say something, but he choked on a pill the old woman flicked out, his mouth filled with a metallic, bitter taste.

The old woman turned to face the bronze door, raised her left hand, compressed her energy into a shape in her hand, and swung it forcefully. Accompanied by the flickering of the lantern in her right hand, the essence of energy swirled and rolled towards the weathered, ancient bronze door. Squeak—the swirling wind pulled the door open completely. The

setting sun cast long shadows, the shadows of the trees intersecting, and the afterglow fell over the threshold onto the ground. The old woman, hunched over like a candle in its twilight, faced the setting sun, her eyes sparkling. Her shadow stretched long and slanted in the afterglow. Li Feiyu's face turned pale as he suppressed the excruciating pain beneath his feet.

Chapter Twenty-Four: Ice and Fire.

Li Feiyu sat on the ground, a faint fire gradually rising in his dantian, spreading along his meridians throughout his body. He desperately tried to suppress it with his remaining internal energy, but found that his internal energy had mutated under the influence of the poison and was completely beyond his control. His entire body burned like fire, beads of sweat the size of beans evaporating into powder. As he clenched his teeth, the medicinal power, along with his inner energy, seeped into his internal organs and bones, his whole body feeling like it was being gnawed by insects, making him wish he could be in flames to refine his mortal body. Just as he was about to lose his mind, a clear stream emerged from an unknown corner of his body. After the stream passed, the illusory fire subsided. Even so, he was panting heavily, secretly apprehensive about the poison.

After the old woman gave Li Feiyu the poison, she believed he would faint in no time. Her purpose was naturally to exhaust his energy through extreme torture. She coughed twice, took out a silk handkerchief and covered her mouth. When she put it down, it was stained with two drops of dark blood.

Her eyes flashed with a sharp light as she caught the fluctuations in the air. She swung her palm, creating a shadow, and struck out. When she swung her palm, she was like a god, her palm seemingly carrying the pressure of heaven and earth. *Slap! Slap!* The deafening explosions shook the enemy's mind. Before the palm strike even landed, the enemy was already dead. Even the third-rate martial art, the Sky-Piercing Palm, was no match for the Martial King's power when unleashed by this unknown expert.

Two thuds followed, and two burly men in green robes appeared, lying dead on the ground. These two corpses were the Shadow Guards protecting Li Feiyu. Every member of the Li family's upper echelons had several, but Li Feiyu was unaware of this. The Shadow Guards' strength varied depending on the person they protected; a Martial King was considered a high-level warrior. Yet, even two of them couldn't withstand the old woman's attacks, indicating that she was at least a Martial Emperor.

The old woman coldly stared at the corpses, coughed twice, and flicked her finger, sending flames flying. The corpses instantly turned to ashes. Two unrefined Shadow Guard bronze tokens were caught in her hand, crushed into powder, and scattered on the ground. Only the stench in the air indicated what had happened.

She looked at the distant sky outside the gate; the red glow of the setting sun faded, leaving only a sliver of its glow. A gentle breeze blew, and withered leaves fell to her feet. A sense of desolation rose in her heart. How long had it been since she had emerged from underground? Looking at the dilapidated scene around her, she coughed and sighed. The past was gone, everything had changed. Even if she were reborn, what would be the point? The dead were gone, and where in this world could she find her true home? She waved her hand, and a surge of energy swept towards the bronze door. With a slam, the bronze door closed heavily, plunging the surroundings into darkness.

At this moment, with Qingliu's help, Li Feiyu gradually regained his senses. He had witnessed what had just happened, harboring resentment towards the old woman, yet also secretly astonished by her strength. So he pretended to fall asleep, waiting for his opportunity.

The old woman looked at Li Feiyu on the ground, a satisfied look on her face. Suddenly, a block of ice appeared in her hand, burning with icy flames. She flicked her finger, and the ice melted into Li Feiyu's body through his bare arm. At this moment, Li Feiyu finally tasted a different kind of ice and fire sensation. Compared to the ice and fire sensations he had experienced when playing with women before, this time his body and mind were subjected to unprecedented torment. He suddenly opened his eyes, his face pale, the fever gone, his body covered in frost, his complexion purplish-black, his breath turning into a white, cold mist, his teeth chattering as he muttered, "You old......"

"Heh...heh...boy, as long as you obey, I'll treat you well." With that, she flicked a yellow pill into his mouth. Li Feiyu couldn't spit it out; the pill had already choked him. In a moment, the coldness in his body subsided, but he was exhausted from the torment of this extreme combination of ice and fire.

The old woman, seeing Li Feiyu's expression, was secretly delighted. Even a Martial Spirit would find it difficult to endure such high-level poison from the Poison Sect, yet this man, not even a Warrior, remained conscious, indicating an exceptionally strong constitution. Li Feiyu refused to open his eyes. He was searching for a solution, but in the face of absolute power, it was all empty talk. The only unexpected thing was his immunity to the poison. Yes, when the poison was about to invade his heart, a clear current would appear in his body, revitalizing him, so he wasn't poisoned at all.

Ignoring Li Feiyu on the ground, the old woman reopened the cave door and slowly walked in, saying in a deep, eerie voice, "Follow me." Her voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, ethereal and unpredictable.

Li Feiyu stared hatefully at the old woman's back, unable and unwilling to leave. He vowed that if he could escape, he would make her wish she were dead. He slowly got up, a sharp pain shooting through his body. He wiped the blood from his mouth, clutched his chest, and followed the old woman.

Chapter Twenty-Five: The Nine Yin Body.

Li Feiyu reluctantly followed behind the old woman, bending down to step into the cave. Two stone steps wound their way down, spiraling to the left and right. The dark stone steps were damp, indicating their long history, but the thought of the history of this scripture pavilion brought him peace. This palace was an expansion of the Heavenly Dragon Empire's palace, built by the "divine craftsmanship" of Mo Xuan, commissioned by the Great Emperor Di Shitian. To show respect for the founding ancestor, some buildings were preserved, including this scripture pavilion. No one could have imagined that beneath this scripture pavilion lay an underground labyrinth. Along the stone steps were various strange entrances, their depths shimmering with a faint blue light, adding to the labyrinth's eerie atmosphere. The old woman, her back hunched, coughed intermittently. Holding a dim yellow lantern, she slowly descended the winding stone steps to the right. Her footsteps and coughs echoed loudly in the somber world. Her hunched figure, lonely yet determined, trudged down the dark steps. Li Feiyu followed closely behind, watching the winding stone steps spiral downwards without end. His breathing became rapid and labored.

After an unknown amount of time, the old woman stopped at the entrance of a cave, caught her breath, and stepped inside. Li Feiyu glanced at the seemingly ordinary cave, frowning. He followed the old woman, cautiously observing his surroundings. The cave floor was covered with rough, fragmented stone chips, clearly unpolished. He knew this cave was different from the others; otherwise, the old monster wouldn't have brought him here. After walking cautiously for a long time, Li Feiyu followed the old woman to the end of the stone cave. The space narrowed, and a stone table sat on the ground, upon which rested a fist-sized, dazzling piece of jade. A faint blue light illuminated the small space.

The old woman extinguished the candle in her lantern and casually placed it on the ground. She then walked unsteadily to the stone table, fumbled around for a moment, and then set the jade under the table. Without the jade's illumination, darkness enveloped the surroundings. Li Feiyu clutched his chest, calmed himself, and moved slightly closer to the old woman. Just then, the stone table sank and spun around, "crack—," and the wall behind Li Feiyu collapsed, letting in a beam of bright light. It turned out that there was a hidden world behind the wall.

After the door in the wall opened, a long white jade corridor appeared. The corridor was lined with dragon reliefs, each dragon in a different posture and form, some swallowing clouds and mist, others surging across the seas, all incredibly lifelike. Inlaid in the corridor's ceiling were precious luminous pearls, emitting a powerful glow. Around each pearl were engraved golden runes, the strokes flowing and mysterious, like golden snakes swimming along some trajectory, revealing the true meaning of life.

The old woman's faltering figure walked through the white jade corridor, coughing, her voice hoarse as she said, "Walk on the six-star bricks."

Upon hearing this, Li Feiyu's mind cleared, and he awoke from the illusion drawn by the talismans on the corridor ceiling. He realized he had unknowingly walked to the junction of the corridor and the stone cave; one step would lead him onto the white jade corridor. He quickly stopped and looked down at the corridor floor. The corridor was indeed paved with jade bricks of various shapes. Under the illumination of the luminous pearls inlaid in the jade railings, tiny pinholes could be seen where the jade bricks met. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead. He had no doubt that if he stepped out of step, those pinholes would release deadly poison needles. He secretly rejoiced; he would have been finished if he hadn't been careful. Of course, he knew this old woman wouldn't let him die, at least not now. He wondered why the old witch was so familiar with these mechanisms; it seemed the old witch had some connection to the ancient Emperor Shitian.

The two walked in silence. Li Feiyu secretly wished he could bow his head, while the old woman had nothing to say; there was truly nothing to say to a dying man. Passing through the white jade corridor, the old woman knocked on the white jade dragon gate in a strange rhythm. "Squeak—" The gate slowly opened, revealing a magnificent, golden palace, accompanied by a blast of cold mist. This was no ordinary palace. On the palace floor was a crescent-shaped pool, its water filled with a chilling mist. Floating quietly in the center of the pool was a piece of black ice, about four or five square meters in size. Even from afar, one could feel the bone-chilling cold emanating from the ice. Black ice possessed spiritual energy; even a palm-sized piece was priceless, and such a large piece must be over ten thousand years old. What astonished Li Feiyu was that he could vaguely see several graceful figures on the black ice.

Just as Li Feiyu was astonished, everyone on the ice shattered their meditation and stood up in unison, bowing to the old woman and saying, "Master is back!" They naturally noticed Li Feiyu behind the old woman, their faces flushed, and they quickly disappeared into the icy mist.

As they stood up, Li Feiyu saw them: four stunningly beautiful women, no less beautiful than the princesses renowned throughout the capital. Most importantly, the four women were completely naked, with voluptuous breasts, pubic hairless vulvas, pert buttocks, slender waists, and the icy allure of their long-term cultivation in the ice. This made Li Feiyu's blood boil. Yes, Li Feiyu's blood boiled. He knew that only women with strong Yin energy, that is, women with a Yin-soft constitution, could elicit such a strong reaction from him. Without a doubt, these women possessed a Yin-soft constitution, and not just any Yin-soft constitution.

The old woman knew best what kind of constitution this was; she had searched almost the entire Tianlong Empire to find these women. These women possessed the Nine Yin Body, the most potent form of Yin energy. Those with the Nine Yin Body were all martial arts prodigies, but due to the intense Yin energy within them, women with this constitution generally didn't live past eighteen.

Chapter Twenty-Six: The Soul-Shifting Technique

. "Cough, cough," the old woman coughed twice, covering her mouth with a tissue. She walked to the dragon pillar, placed her withered hand into the dragon's mouth, grabbed the dragon pearl

, and pushed it inside. The wall of the hall beside the dragon pillar opened with a "crackling" sound, revealing a secret chamber. The old woman said to Li Feiyu, "Don't move," and then slowly walked in. A shadow of gloom flashed across Li Feiyu's eyes. He gave a bitter laugh, sat down on the ground, closed his eyes, and circulated his remaining true energy to heal his injuries. He was well-versed in the Li family's ultimate technique, the "Dragon Emperor's Decree," and now he tried it. His true energy struggled to circulate within his body, and he felt it dwindling. He quickly opened his eyes. What was happening? Upon closer inspection, he found his body felt even more comfortable. The true energy seemed different from what he knew, yet it possessed a subtle suction force, drawing in the surrounding mystical ice spiritual energy through his mouth and nose. The sudden chill seeped into his dantian, causing him to shiver. However, Li Feiyu knew this was the true internal energy he cultivated, the one he could utilize. Recalling the Ice Flame Technique he had practiced before, he unconsciously circulated the small amount of inhaled ice spiritual energy along specific meridians. To his surprise, this true energy, filtered through his uncontrollable internal energy, circulated incredibly quickly.

After Li Feiyu sat down, the four girls on the mystical ice exchanged glances. They had come here at a very young age and had never left. They were instinctively shy around the opposite sex, but soon they all looked at Li Feiyu with curiosity, finding him so charming that they longed to throw themselves into his arms. Actually, these women were all around twenty years old, but their minds were only those of seven or eight. When they were four or five, the old woman found them and made them practice martial arts. They practiced for over ten years without doing anything else. The old woman had them practice martial arts to stimulate the pure Yin energy within their bodies, which she could then absorb to sustain her life.

One of the girls tugged at the hand of the girl next to her and asked, "Bing'er, he's so cute! Why did Master bring him in?"

Bing'er looked at Li Feiyu with curiosity in her eyes and shook her head, saying, "I don't know, Master must have something to do!"

The four women looked at Li Feiyu and stopped practicing their internal energy. Having lived in this underground palace for eight or nine years, they had never seen anyone except their sister Shishi and her two maids. This time, they looked at him with curiosity, at the only man they had seen in all these years, and felt a flutter in their hearts—the attraction between the pure Yang energy within Li Feiyu and their pure Yin energy.

"Cough, cough," the old woman staggered out of the secret room, holding an inner core that emitted a powerful Yang energy, its fragrance filling the surroundings. Li Feiyu's expression tightened. He stopped circulating his qi, opened his eyes, and looked at the old woman with thinning white hair. He suddenly had a premonition that misfortune was about to befall him. He remembered that this old hag had said she wanted to experience what it was like to be a man.

Seeing Li Feiyu's fearful eyes, the old woman chuckled twice and held out the pill to him, saying, "Eat the Qilin Pill."

Li Feiyu's heart trembled. He had inadvertently seen the Qilin Pill while browsing through books; it seemed to be a seventh-grade pill, possessing powerful yang energy, but he had forgotten its specific effects. On this continent, pills were also graded, the highest being the ninth-grade Saint Pill, and the sixth-grade Spirit Pill. Even the sixth-grade was rare, let alone the seventh-grade. He hesitated, unsure of the old hag's intentions. In that moment of hesitation, the old woman impatiently flicked the Qilin Pill into his mouth, saying grimly, "If you don't want your body to explode, quickly go to the ice in the pool!"

Li Feiyu swallowed the pill completely with a "gulp." A surge of heat rose from his stomach, the fiery spiritual energy spreading through his blood vessels. He felt his blood boiling, his entire body burning like fire. This heat, imbued with raging spiritual energy, seemed to fill Li Feiyu with power, yet he couldn't control it. Hearing the old woman's words, "Ah—" he finally couldn't hold back and cried out, his eyes bloodshot, tearing at his clothes, his lower body erect and protruding. Li Feiyu no longer wanted to suppress himself; he only wanted to indulge. This indulgence made him lose his reason, his entire body immersed in a world of blood and fire.

The old woman snorted inwardly, not expecting Li Feiyu to have such poor self-control, but the Qilin Pill's effects had indeed unleashed his potential. The old woman was completely unaware of Li Feiyu's condition. The Qilin Pill possessed powerful yang energy, making it the most precious elixir for bloodline cultivators. It could stimulate the body's inherent yang energy and transform it into its source. Li Feiyu's soul was comparable to that of a Martial Ancestor, but the yang energy within his body was incredibly strong. After being possessed by the Purple Lightning, he was already an existence defying the heavens. Fortunately, just as Li Feiyu was about to reach his limit, a clear stream arrived as scheduled, absorbing the fiery energy of the Qilin Pill. At this moment, the old woman, worried that Li Feiyu couldn't withstand it, grabbed his arm and leaped onto the ice. Looking at the four women beside her, she said, "Transfer your yin energy to me."

"Hey!" The old woman struck out with her palm, pressing it onto the top of Li Feiyu's head. She had made up her mind; success or failure was up to fate. When his spirit was lost and his potential was stimulated, it was the most appropriate time for soul transfer. Only in this way could she adapt to this body in the shortest amount of time.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Taking Him as a Servant

"Hey!" The old woman struck out with her palm, pressing it against Li Feiyu's head. Her Xuan Qi, turning from white to black, flowed continuously into Li Feiyu's body. She chanted incantations, her face growing more withered and contorted with each utterance. The women beside her quickly placed their hands against the old woman, channeling their own Yin Qi into her body.

Li Feiyu felt a splitting headache, his head shrouded in a chilling black mist, as if a force was pulling at his soul. "Boom—" A deafening roar erupted, his mind exploding. A powerful force surged from his brain, tightly gripping the old woman's hand.

"Pfft—" The old woman shuddered as another force invaded her mind, imprisoning her soul and uncontrollably drawing all her inner energy into Li Feiyu's body. The other women were also horrified to discover that their inner energy was flowing uncontrollably into the old woman's body, their pale faces turning ashen.

The black mist gradually dissipated. Li Feiyu didn't want the power in his mind to flow unchecked. As soon as he became aware of this, he felt an even greater force flowing back from all parts of his body. Finally, he felt several forces swirling together, filling his mind. A clear stream arrived as expected, absorbing these forces before retreating back into the void. At this moment, the old woman collapsed to the ground with a thud, and the four women also fell limply, feeling as if all their strength had vanished.

Li Feiyu's complexion gradually regained its color, as his internal injuries were being healed by the flowing clear stream. He struggled to open his eyes, and the figure before him gradually became clearer, but he was horrified by the old woman's appearance. She was skin and bones, with sunken eyes and sparse silver hair.

"Cough, cough," the old woman coughed, spitting out foul blood. She struggled to sit up, her eyes filled with surprise as she looked at Li Feiyu. "I never expected this! Heaven has been kind to me! You are actually the Lord of the Azure Dragon!"

Li Feiyu looked at the old woman, knowing she meant him no harm. He didn't know why he felt no fear towards her; it was as if he could easily control her life and death. He frowned and asked, "What? The Lord of the Azure Dragon?"

The old woman looked at Li Feiyu, her hostility gone. "You are possessed by the Azure Dragon, making you the Lord of the Azure Dragon. The poison in my body was neutralized by the power of the Azure Dragon."

"Hmph! You were trying to possess my body just now!" Li Feiyu suddenly felt an urge to kill her immediately, and he roared angrily. At this moment, he seemed to possess immense power, while the old woman was just a helpless old woman.

In Li Feiyu's rage, the old woman coughed up black blood, her face contorted in agony.

"Master!" The four stunningly beautiful women, seeing the old woman's strange condition, quickly struggled to crawl over and support her. They glared at Li Feiyu, convinced he was responsible for the old woman's injury.

The old woman waved her hands, indicating she was alright, her eyes filled with fear and pleading as she looked at Li Feiyu.

Seeing the old woman's pain, Li Feiyu felt a surge of immense joy. His mind relaxed, and as the old woman calmed down, he laughed, "Ha—ha—" and said, "If I'm not mistaken, you're under my control now!" Just moments ago, when he had unleashed his anger on the old woman, an invisible force seemed to have connected with it, suppressing her. This joy was so great that he even overlooked the four beautiful women's naked bodies. Having a Martial Emperor-level servant—where in the world couldn't he go?

The old woman smiled bitterly, "Young Master is right. The soul transfer failed, and you branded my soul, but I don't regret it!" A long sigh followed, signifying a new beginning and liberation.

Upon hearing this, the women's expressions changed. The old woman shook her head at them, saying, "I'm fine. My strength will recover soon, and I'll be rid of this old hag."

Li Feiyu calmed down from his joy and leered at the women's beautiful bodies. They were all naked. After a while, he turned to the old woman and asked, "Your internal energy has been completely drained by me. Can you still live?"

The old woman looked at Li Feiyu with a hint of gratitude and said, "I was tormented by the Fleeting Beauty Demon Art for nearly a hundred years. My power was absorbed and fused by the power of time, destroying my life force. Now that you have absorbed my power, I am completely free. As long as I go into seclusion for a while, my power can reach even greater heights."

Li Feiyu looked at the old woman, puzzled, and asked, "Why are you here? And what is this place? " "Where?"

The old woman addressed Li Feiyu respectfully, "This is the Heavenly Dragon Treasure Trove. It was for this treasure that I became this inhuman, ghost-like creature. I am deeply sorry for my disrespect towards you, young master. Hiding here would be a long story, so let's not dwell on it."

Li Feiyu, hearing this was a treasure trove, was overjoyed and looked at the old woman, saying, "You've told me all this, are you planning to

follow me?" The old woman smiled bitterly, "It is my honor to be taken in by the Azure Dragon Lord. What's wrong with acknowledging you as my master!" Her desolate tone brought tears to the eyes of the four women supporting her. They grabbed the old woman's hands, crying, "Master!" One of the girls, pure and innocent, glared at Li Feiyu, saying, "You're a bad person! Don't speak to my master like that!"

Li Feiyu sneered. Was he a bad person? If it weren't for the Azure Dragon protecting him, he would be dead for sure. Looking at the old woman, he said, "From now on

, you will be my servant!" Since she considered it an honor, why should he care? For such an enemy, it was either submission or destruction; submission was the best option. The old woman looked at the women around her and said, "I'm fine. You will all follow this young master from now on! Over the years, I've watched you grow up, and I've only used you. I'm sorry. Now that you're with the young master, you don't need to practice so hard anymore!" The old woman looked kindly at the women surrounding her, feeling deeply guilty for forcing them to practice martial arts for her own use as she watched them grow up.

Chapter Twenty-Eight Peerless Martial Arts Techniques

Upon hearing this, Li Feiyu's heart stirred. "Could it be that you know the specifics of the Azure Dragon? I can't practice martial arts right now."

The old woman looked at Li Feiyu with complicated emotions, a thick icy mist rising from her hand. After a while, the mist dissipated, revealing a ferocious azure dragon ring in her withered palm. Her voice was hoarse as she said, "This is the Azure Dragon Ring, a relic of the ancient Azure Dragon Martial Ancestor. For thousands of years, no one has been able to open the ring's space. Perhaps you can."

"What?!" Li Feiyu was shocked. He looked deeply at the old woman. Could someone who could obtain a Martial Ancestor's relic be simple? He could feel the Azure Dragon's power emanating from the ring, so he took it. The moment he touched the ring, its azure light shone brightly, and Li Feiyu's mind went numb. But when he awoke, he found that the ring seemed to have gained sentience, as if a force was trying to draw him into it. The feeling was terrifying. He quickly calmed himself and looked at the withered old woman and the four girls, saying, "You should stay here to recover. I will take you out of the palace in a few days. You can stay here for now."

"Cough, cough," the old woman nodded and said, "My injuries will heal in a while, but unfortunately, the life essence I lost can never be recovered. Master, please go out first!"

The four girls were delighted to hear that they could see the outside world, and looked at the old woman with a look of worry and pleading.

The old woman shook her head and said, "I have my own arrangements." After saying that, she looked at Li Feiyu and said, "Master, you can go out by the same route. I apologize for any inconvenience caused to this lowly servant."

"Master..." The four girls naturally wanted to stay with the old woman.

Li Feiyu's eyes blazed with desire as he looked at the four naked beauties. These four women truly lived up to their reputation as possessing the Nine Yin Physique. This fervor vanished quickly, and he said to them, "I'll head out first. You should recover from your injuries. I've already decided how you'll leave." With that, he quickly turned and walked away. He noticed the ring in his hand was jumping around as if in rebellion, indicating its extraordinary origin. He had truly struck gold this time, and it even shared the same source as his Azure Dragon. Perhaps he could use it to practice martial arts! He couldn't help but feel excited.

Li Feiyu emerged from the Scripture Pavilion as night fell. The palace was already somewhat chaotic, as only a limited number of men were allowed inside. The shouts of palace maids filled the air, and Li Feiyu's appearance brought a sigh of relief to everyone.

Eagerly returning home, Li Feiyu sat down, his heart pounding with excitement, examining the Azure Dragon Ring in his hand. This ancient ring, presented to him by the old woman, belonged to an ancient Martial Ancestor and possessed the same aura as himself. The ring had a seal, but the moment Li Feiyu examined it, the seal mysteriously dissipated. Li Feiyu's consciousness sank into the ring's space, a small space of only about ten cubic meters. Besides piles of spiritually potent medicinal herbs and some pills, he ignored these rare treasures, instead being drawn to the exquisite little pagoda. The pagoda exuded a powerful primordial aura, and within it stood a delicate, translucent crystal statue. The statue was small, depicting a peerless female powerhouse. She was powerful because the statue emanated a pressure that even Li Feiyu's immense spiritual power could not resist. Just as Li Feiyu was observing the statue, it seemed to magnify infinitely. The pupils of its previously frozen eyes flickered, emitting a visible beam of transparent light that pierced directly into Li Feiyu's consciousness.

Li Feiyu stared at these suddenly alive eyes, and—boom—his mind went blank. Then, a sudden clarity dawned in his mind: "Martial Artist's Mark"—Li Feiyu realized! This statue had actually projected the soul imprint of the Martial Ancestor into his sea of consciousness. He didn't resist, but silently comprehended it. Qingling, the ancient Martial Emperor, accepted the Azure Dragon with her Heavenly Meridian, using her millennia-old Yin energy to neutralize the Azure Dragon's Yang energy, thus becoming the Martial Ancestor. On the day of the Martial Ancestor's success, a heavenly tribulation was attracted. Furthermore, those who coveted her strength and beauty took advantage of her weakness to launch an attack. Due to the Azure Dragon's overwhelming power, it ultimately backfired, and the Martial Ancestor perished. At the moment of her fall, she was filled with resentment, for there were many regrets she couldn't remedy, leaving behind a legacy for future generations. The Azure Dragon, at its peak of Yang, possesses nine levels of destiny. Qingling, through long-term struggles and cultivation against the power of the Azure Dragon, realized that the path of moderation had gone astray. She passed down the Azure Dragon cultivation method. Cultivating the power of the Azure Dragon phantom beast requires another force no weaker than the Azure Dragon's power as a guide to forge one's own Yang body. Because the Yang body cultivation process involves burning the body with Yang fire, it is best to absorb

Yin energy for mitigation. The Yang body has nine levels, with five levels sufficient to reach the Martial Emperor realm. Li Feiyu was overjoyed; the Azure Dragon cultivation method was truly tailor-made for him, as he knew that his body already possessed another power comparable to the Azure Dragon. Within this imprint, there was also a hint of resentment. Li Feiyu knew it was because the Azure Spirit Martial Ancestor harbored some unwillingness. Even though she understood the cultivation method, she couldn't practice it. The Yang Body was best suited for male cultivation, which required another power no weaker than the Azure Dragon, which she lacked. She could only control phantom beasts at most by using the Azure Dragon to neutralize her own Yin energy and using the Heavenly Meridian as a foundation. Unwilling to let her creation dissipate, she left behind this imprint, an imprint that hadn't faded even after tens of thousands of years. She must have been very strong back then.

Li Feiyu only realized it was already dawn after comprehending it. The massive energy expenditure had left him exhausted, but this sudden, earth-shattering technique had greatly boosted his energy. Although he dared not practice it immediately, he knew the technique was genuine.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Heavenly Azure Sword Manual.

Sunlight streamed quietly into the room through the gauze window. On the luxurious sandalwood bed carved with dragons and jade, a boy who looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old slept, a slight smile playing on his lips in his sleep.

The door creaked open with a soft sound, and two beautiful, delicate-looking maids entered. They exchanged a glance, then cautiously approached, their aprons tucked in. Seeing the young man still asleep, his handsome face radiating a wicked smile, the maids blushed slightly. Without further ado, they went to cover him with the uncovered quilt.

At that slight sound, the young man opened his eyes, looking at the two maids' careful movements, and chuckled. A warmth welled up in his heart. He had servants in his previous life, but none had given him this sense of peace when they served him.

Seeing the young prince wake up, the two maids lowered their heads and whispered, "I'm sorry, Your Highness, we woke you up."

Li Feiyu reached out and pulled the two maids into his naked arms, asking, "What time is it?"

The slightly older maid, Xiaoyun, asked with concern, "Would Your Highness like something to eat? You slept all morning, it's noon now!"

Li Feiyu inhaled the fragrance emanating from the two maids and kissed them on the cheek. Feeling a bit hungry, he ordered, "Go get some food! Get up and go find Mother Consort later!"

The two maids obediently nestled in Li Feiyu's arms. Hearing his order, Xiaoyun frowned and said, "Master, the Princess Consort has instructed that she needs to go to Purple Flame Mountain, which will take about three years. The steward will be in charge of the palace during this time."

"What?" Li Feiyu's face darkened, his eyes flickered, and he seemed lost in thought. Looking at the two somewhat bewildered maids, he calmed himself and said, "Very well, Mother Consort should instruct you to serve me well, right?"

"Yes!"

"Hehe, then how should you serve me well?" Li Feiyu looked at their two beautiful and innocent faces, kissed them, and asked near their reddened ears.

The two maids felt a flutter in their hearts and a sense of unease under Li Feiyu's kiss. Xiao Yun blushed and kissed Li Feiyu on the cheek, then broke free from his embrace, saying, "Young Prince, you must be hungry. I... I'll prepare lunch for you." She quickly walked away, not bothering to look back at Li Feiyu's reaction. The other maid, Xiao Lian, also kissed Li Feiyu on the cheek, her voice timid, "Young Prince... Your Highness, I'm leaving." She then followed behind Xiao Yun.

Li Feiyu touched his face, kissed by the soft lips of two maids, and smiled wryly, wondering to himself, "Brother's too fierce?" But then he was immediately drawn to the transparent ring on his finger. What was going on? Wasn't it blue before he fell asleep? His consciousness sank, and he entered the ring's space, startled by the world within. The ring space had expanded tenfold, with a beautiful statue standing in the very center. A layer of light shone from the statue's eyes, displaying lines of elegant handwriting: "What joy is there in life, what sorrow in death! My body, Qingling, accidentally discovered the Celestial Realm of the Ends of the Earth. Moved by the tragic deeds of the Celestial Ancestor, I created the Heavenly Tide Sword Technique. Passed down to future generations, if the one who obtains the ring is possessed by a Azure Dragon, the ring will change from blue to colorless, allowing them to comprehend the Way of Ultimate Emotion. A lonely figure amidst the surging waves of the South Sea, tears streaming down her face, yearning for love. A lone wild goose carries the setting sun, wild geese dance among the peaks of Yandang Mountain. Recalling heaven and earth, immortal lovers roaming in spirit, I envy the white fox." Recalling the celestial realm, the immortal couple's divine journey, I envy the white fox. The forget-me-not blooms, recalling a hazy promise. Snowflakes flutter, plum blossoms fall silently, who will pity the beauty? Snowflakes flutter, plum blossoms fall silently, who will pity the beauty? A melody of sorrow, the heavenly song complete, the soul transformed into a heartless string. In the celestial palace, what year is this? To whom can I utter these words? The bright moon over the sea, we share the same time across the ends of the earth, in my dreams there is pure joy. Riding a swan soaring through the sky, traversing the Luo River's mists, I let out a long howl between heaven and earth. The spring river flows slowly eastward.

Looking at those ancient and sorrowful verses, Li Feiyu was deeply shaken: Qingling, truly worthy of being called the Martial Ancestor, what kind of emotion moved her so deeply, enabling her to create the "Heavenly Wave Sword Manual," one of the three great martial arts of the Tianlong Continent?

Li Feiyu didn't know what kind of feelings these poems conveyed, but upon seeing them, he saw loneliness and sorrow. As a transmigrator, he was alone on this continent. His many affections and philandering were all for the sake of establishing himself on this continent and finding a sense of belonging. These poems pierced through Li Feiyu's heart. Perhaps it was his soul power, comparable to that of a Martial Ancestor, that made him better understand these words, or perhaps his simple nature led him to resonate with them simply by reading them. But these reasons were no longer important. A sorrowful aura emanated from the depths of Li Feiyu's soul, and his spiritual power also radiated sorrow. However, as this sorrowful aura filled the ring space with his consciousness, the subtitles in the ring space changed. The light screen flickered, and the image shifted: "Pass on to my disciple, when you understand these poems, your comprehension may be extraordinary, destined for remarkable achievements. But I hope even more that you will experience the six desires and seven emotions of the world, understand the preciousness of true love, so that you will not recklessly use force when learning these martial arts. The way of heaven is vast, but true feelings remain unchanged. As teacher and student, we drifted alone, creating the Tianlan Sword is our only source of pride."

In the midst of his sorrowful clarity, Li Feiyu felt countless earth-shattering sword shadows crisscrossing the landscape. Along with the sword shadows, phrases of incantations and profound insights into the martial arts and life were clearly and deeply imprinted in Li Feiyu's mind. The Martial Ancestor's Imprint—the inheritance of the Tianlan Sword Manual—was something Li Feiyu could never forget.

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