[Wuxia] Long Hui's Male Concubine (Complete) - 3

Chapter Six: Chaos Arises Over the Sacred Artifact

As the sun set, the Wende Academy south of Yujing City fell into silence. Zong Yixiao stood by the window, hands clasped behind his back, gazing at the sunset.

Meng Ke stood respectfully to his left, cupping his hands and saying, "Uncle-Master, dinner is ready. Please enjoy your meal!"

Zong Yixiao didn't turn around, but simply said, "Ziyu, the civil service examination has now entered its final palace examination. What are your thoughts on this?"

Meng Ke replied, "In my opinion, this civil service examination is a perfect opportunity for Jin Ziyi and Yin Fangxi to establish connections with the court. They will definitely use this examination to formally cooperate with Huangfu Wuji and put pressure on Canghai Pavilion."

Zong Yixiao sighed, "But I feel that this examination is actually a continuation and strengthening of imperial power. Whether in literature or martial arts, those who pass will ultimately become loyal ministers of the royal family!"

Meng Ke was slightly taken aback and asked curiously, "Uncle-Master, why... " " How could you say that?"

Zong Yixiao said, "In the past, the imperial examinations had a group of righteous people, led by Cheng Yuanzhi, to restrain the imperial power and prevent the emperor from controlling the examinations at will. But now, Grand Secretary Cheng has passed away, the Gong and Bai families have been wiped out, the Pei family is opportunistic, and the remaining Cui family is also unable to support the country alone. Huangfu Wuji can then select and cultivate his own officials at will."

Meng Ke said, "Since you saw through Huangfu Wuji's wolfish ambitions, why did you still come to the capital to help him?"

Zong Yixiao smiled slightly and said, "A true man has things he will do and things he will not do. The Haotian Sect has been stirring up trouble and causing havoc in China for decades. If this cancer is not eradicated, the world will not be at peace."

Meng Ke was stunned, cupped his hands and bowed, saying, "Uncle, you are righteous. I admire you!"

"Something bad has happened!"

Just then, a handsome young man rushed in from outside the door. It was Confucius.

Meng Ke frowned and said, "Junior Brother, what's the matter that you're so flustered?"

Confucius composed himself, bowed, and said, "Reporting to Uncle-Master, something has happened at the Confucian headquarters."

Zong Yixiao asked, "What happened that could make you so flustered, Zhongni?"

Confucius sighed, "Uncle-Master, the Haoqi Platform was destroyed by fire last night..."

Zong Yixiao's face darkened, and he sneered, "I just arrived in the capital to deal with the Haotian Sect, and then this Haoqi Platform is destroyed. What kind of coincidence is this!"

Meng Ke nodded and said, "That's right, this must be the bottom of Cang Shitian's cauldron." "We need not concern ourselves with this scheme to cut off our supply lines!"

Zong Yixiao sighed and shook his head, saying, "This is an open conspiracy. Even if we knew it, we could do nothing about it and would have to obediently return to the main altar."

Meng Ke said, "Uncle-Master, although the Haoqi Platform is a place where Confucian sacred objects are enshrined, these sacred objects are not afraid of water or fire. Why waste such a good opportunity on this inanimate object?"

Zong Yixiao glanced at Meng Ke and smiled with satisfaction, "Ziyu, your magnanimity is a great fortune for our Confucian school, but unfortunately, due to the circumstances, we have no choice but to return!"

Meng Ke's face darkened, and his eyes showed doubt.

Kong Qiu, quick-witted, said, "Senior Brother, I think Uncle means this: with the Haoqi Terrace on fire, Yujuan Tower and Yunhan Academy will definitely return. If we don't go back to check, we'll give others ammunition against us."

Zong Yixiao nodded, "Zhongni is quite right. We Confucians value filial piety, brotherly love, loyalty, trustworthiness, propriety, righteousness, integrity, and shame. Of all virtues, filial piety comes first. The sacred artifacts of Confucianism are passed down from our ancestors. If we remain indifferent after a fire, that is unfilial. What face do we have to call ourselves Confucians?"

Meng Ke sighed and stamped his foot, "Alas, a single candle has ruined such a promising situation!"

Zong Yixiao said, "Cang Shitian once disguised himself as Zhou Junci and infiltrated the Confucian school. Regarding..." The Confucian scholars, with their keen understanding of the psychology and habits of the people, saw the current situation where the three schools of thought were vying for supremacy and none could afford to lose. They added fuel to the fire, making the concept of filial piety burn brightly, forcing us to withdraw from the capital.

Confucius gritted his teeth and said, "If Father were still alive, how could he allow Cang Shitian to act so recklessly!"

Zong Yixiao said, "As long as our Confucian school doesn't fall into internal strife, how could the Haotian Sect have an opportunity to take advantage of us? He only acted because he saw the conflict between the three schools. Enough, enough, Ziyu, Zhongni, pack your things, we must return to the main altar immediately, and not fall behind Jin Ziyi and Yin Fangxi!"

Although Confucius and Mengzi were unwilling, they had no choice but to pack their bags and leave the capital overnight, rushing back to the Confucian main altar—Tianya Hailing.

This place faces the blue sea, backs onto the plains, and has a steep ridge. Looking into the distance, the sea and sky blend into one, hence the name Tianya Hailing.

Amidst the vast ocean, a magnificent pavilion stands proudly, its pillars made of ironwood and its railings of black stone, exuding solemnity. Waves crash against its foundation, yet the solid base remains unshaken; the raging waves are shattered into countless silver droplets, shimmering with iridescent light under the sun, making the plaque appear like a rainbow of colors, revealing three large golden characters: "Canghai Pavilion."

A sea breeze blows, and wisps of mist rise, drifting up to the mountainside. Through the hazy clouds, a refined courtyard comes into view, with green walls, red bricks, verdant trees, and crimson flowers, its eaves winding gracefully—this is Yunhan Courtyard.

The damp air from the sea drifted over the mountainside, surging towards the summit, only to be instantly condensed into water by the cold wind from the sky, sprinkling onto the plain. Raindrops pattered on the tower, which was built of jade-colored stone and appeared even more translucent when wet. A young scholar, holding an umbrella, knocked on the door and called out, "Open the door quickly! The Master is back!"

In the rain, a figure slowly walked in. Though he didn't use an umbrella, the raindrops automatically bounced away before they even reached within three feet of him, leaving him untouched by water or mud. It was Yin Fangxi, the Master of the Rain-Rolled Tower.

The gate swung open with a roar, and twenty disciples rushed out in the rain, ten on each side, to respectfully welcome the Master's return.

Yin Fangxi walked straight into the building and summoned a trusted disciple, asking, "What exactly caused the fire at Haoqi Platform? Tell me quickly."

The disciple replied, "Yes, sir." He continued, "That day, I happened to be on duty at Haoqi Platform. Around midnight, I suddenly felt a gust of hot wind, and somehow Haoqi Platform caught fire."

Yin Fangxi frowned and asked, "Besides that, was there anything else unusual?"

The disciple thought for a moment, then clenched his fist and said, "Indeed, some strange things happened. When the hot wind blew past, it seemed like a white light flashed."

Yin Fangxi snorted. "What's the situation now?" Yin Fangxi asked .

The disciple replied, "Since the fire, the Haoqi Platform has been shrouded in an evil aura, with all sorts of ghosts and demons appearing. No disciple who gets close has escaped unscathed."

Yin Fangxi's face darkened. He waved for the disciple to retreat, then paced back and forth a few steps, his hands behind his back. Suddenly, he glared and snorted, "White light, hot wind—these are clearly the characteristics of the Bright Karmic Fire! You, Cang Shitian, dare to act so presumptuously in my Confucian holy land! This is truly outrageous!"

With that thought, Yin Fangxi flicked his sleeves and used his Innate Sky-Soaring Technique to fly towards the peak of Tianya Hailing.

At the peak of the Confucian sect, where virtue and righteousness flourish, the patriarch had forged an altar here with Nine Heavens Mystic Stones to enshrine the sacred artifact that guarded the sect.

Yin Fangxi arrived on the wind and saw that everything around him was scorched black. The once glorious holy land, bathed in the warm glow of the sun, was now a scene of devastation and ruin.

The moment he stepped in, he sensed a restless, malevolent aura surrounding him. Looking up, Yin Fangxi saw all sorts of ghosts and evil spirits swarming towards him.

Enraged, Yin Fangxi unleashed a palm strike, his Purple Yang True Qi surging forth. The ghosts and spirits couldn't get close, all being reduced to ashes by the righteous Yang energy. However, the evil creatures kept appearing, one batch burned, another arriving endlessly. Even with Yin Fangxi's profound internal strength, he was finding it somewhat difficult to keep up.

"Senior Brother Yin, I'm here to help you!"

In the midst of the fierce battle, a palm strike swept across, forcefully entering the fray and repelling the evil spirits. The one who came was none other than Jin Ziyi.

Yin Fangxi said, "These evil spirits are endless; they're truly annoying."

Jin Ziyi replied, "If I'm not mistaken, that great fire was just a decoy. The real culprit is actually these evil spirits."

Yin Fangxi flicked his sleeve, clearing a path with a ball of purple yang energy, and said, "This is not the place to talk. Let's retreat and make further plans!"

Jin Ziyi nodded and followed Yin Fangxi down from the Haoqi Platform.

Yin Fangxi asked, "Senior Brother Jin, what exactly happened?"

Jin Ziyi replied, "In my opinion, the sacred veins of the Haoqi Platform have been tampered with, turning righteous energy into evil energy, which is why so many evil spirits have been bred. As long as a living person approaches within a hundred steps of the Haoqi Platform, the evil spirits will swarm out and devour their flesh."

Yin Fangxi stamped his foot and cursed, "Outrageous! If it weren't for all the elites of our Confucian school going to the capital, how could Cang Shitian have had this opportunity to take advantage of us!"

"Lord Yin is right. If our Confucian school could unite as one, how could the Haotian Sect cause trouble!"

Just then, Zong Yixiao, along with Meng Ke and Confucius, arrived at the mountaintop. Behind them were many learned scholars and Confucian elders.

Jin Ziyi smiled and narrowed her eyes, "Indeed! Division brings harm, while unity brings benefit. The three branches of the Confucian school should work together to sweep away evil spirits and purify the Haoqi Platform."

Zong Yixiao thought to himself, "This Jin Ziyi is indeed meticulous. Seeing that I brought many elders, she took the initiative to propose cooperation, leaving people with the image of a loyal protector of the sect!"

Since the other party wanted to cooperate, Zong Yixiao naturally could not lose his composure. For both public and private reasons, he had to repair the earth veins of the Haoqi Platform first.

Zong Yixiao looked around and frowned, saying, "The Righteous Qi Vein has been corrupted to this extent by evil forces. It seems that purifying it will require considerable effort."

Jin Ziyi said, "Several key points of the Righteous Qi Vein seem to be bound by evil forces, causing the righteous energy to weaken and the evil energy to grow, giving birth to ghosts and demons."

Yin Fangxi also noticed the problem and said, "There are foreign objects embedded in the three major directions of the Vein: the Heavenly Drive, the Spiritual Pivot, and the Nine Gods, causing the righteous energy to wither. To repair the Vein, these three evil objects must be removed."

Zong Yixiao said, "Kong Qiu, take a look at what foreign objects are in this Vein."

Everyone in the Confucian school knew that Kong Qiu was born with extraordinary abilities, possessing eyes that could observe the flow of primordial energy. His gaze was like a torch, and no evil spirit could escape his notice.

Kong Qiu responded with a "Yes," and stared intently at the Righteous Qi Platform with wide eyes.

"Master Uncle, the Heavenly Chaser, the Spirit Pivot, and the Nine Gods are pinned down by three long needles, each emanating a malevolent aura, quite similar to the evil artifacts of the Fiend Domain."

Kong Qiu closed his eyes and described what he saw.

The three leaders fell silent. After a long while, Yin Fangxi sighed, "The Haotian Sect was founded by the three clans, so it's not surprising that they know some Fiend Domain techniques. However, the Haoqi Platform is built on the peak of the Sea Ridge, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon year-round, and has long cultivated righteous energy. Ordinary malevolent spirits are burned by the yang energy before they even get close. These evil needles can even destroy the righteous energy of the earth veins. I'm afraid each needle contains no less than 100,000 malevolent spirits."

Zong Yixiao frowned and said, "One needle contains 100,000 malevolent spirits. What a grand scheme! Where did the Haotian Sect collect so many malevolent spirits from!"

Jin Ziyi sneered, "Master Brother Mo..." "Have you forgotten the devastation of war

that ravaged the land back then?" Zong Yixiao suddenly realized and said, "So that's how it is. Tie Lie entered the pass just as a flood swept through the land. Besides those who died in the war, many civilians also perished in the flood. These three evil needles must have been forged at that time!"

Jin Ziyi said, "Indeed, the devastation of Tie Lie's war back then might have been orchestrated by Cang Shitian in secret, which is why he obtained these three evil needles."

Zong Yixiao said, "There's no point in saying more. Let's join forces to remove these three evil needles and restore the righteous energy veins first!" Jin and Yin were also concerned about the ancestral veins and earth energy, so they nodded in agreement.

The three Confucian scholars, each holding their own territory, transformed into three streams of purple energy and re-entered the Haoqi Platform. Looking around the sacred platform, they saw dark, malevolent forces stirring. Zong Yixiao angrily rebuked them: "You evil spirits, you have invaded the forbidden grounds of our Confucian school, desecrated sacred objects, and defied the laws of heaven! You are unforgivable in this mortal world!"

The scholars' fierce shouts stirred up a cacophony of ghostly roars, transforming into a torrent of resentful energy that surged forth.

Zong Yixiao remained calm in the face of danger. He stepped forward with the Heavenly Gang Step, his hands spreading out in all directions, unleashing a powerful surge of purple energy. With a mighty palm strike, he cleaved away the invading ghosts, then swiftly charged towards the Heavenly Drive position.

Yin Fangxi and Jin Ziyi also displayed their supernatural abilities. The purple sunlight shone brightly, sweeping away the demonic and yin energies, escorting Zong Yixiao into the Heavenly Drive, Spiritual Pivot, and Nine Gods positions.

Zong Yixiao needed no distraction. At each point, he plunged his palm into the ground, gripping long needles, and with a powerful pull, he expelled the evil spirits.

As the evil needles left the ground, the righteous energy began to circulate, depriving the ghosts of their nourishment.

Their power diminished as the evil needles were pulled out, but the ghostly force within them refused to perish, surging forth to devour the Confucian scholars' blood and energy.

"A spent arrow, a desperate last stand!"

Zong Yixiao coldly snorted, activating his inner energy. The Purple Yang True Qi subtly shone, its abundant righteous energy incinerating the malevolent ghosts and rendering the three evil needles invisible, displaying the majesty of Confucianism.

Seeing Zong Yixiao's triumph, Yin Fangxi's eyes sharpened. He leaped into the air, unleashing the highest level of the Purple Yang Profound Art—the Holy Yang Power. Nine purple halos enveloped the summit of Hailing, the Righteous Qi Platform swept by the righteous energy, repelling all evil and vanquishing all ghosts. In a short time, the evil energy was almost entirely absorbed.

Jin Ziyi seized the opportunity, channeling her strength into the ground, activating her innate inner energy to stimulate the earth's righteous energy with the Purple Yang Qi.

With the combined efforts of the three Confucian scholars, the Haoqi Platform was restored to its original state. The earth's veins, once tainted by evil, were now freed from their shackles. Under the setting sun, the sea and mountains were restored to their former clarity, and the righteous spirit

endured forever. The disciples finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Jin Ziyi suddenly spoke up, "The evil ones have disturbed the peace of our Confucian sect. I wonder if the sacred artifact is safe; I must see it for myself!"

With that, he ascended the Haoqi Platform.

Zong Yixiao knew his intentions perfectly well. Only the sect leader could activate the Confucian sect's sacred artifact. Jin Ziyi's action was clearly a preemptive strike, announcing that he was the rightful leader.

"Senior Brother Jin, opening a sacred artifact is no small matter. With the sect leader absent, the heads of the three branches must be present simultaneously to ascend the Haoqi Platform!"

Zong Yixiao blocked his way first. Jin Ziyi was not annoyed, and smiled with narrowed eyes: "Senior Brother Zong is right. Let's go up and take a look to see if the sacred artifact is still there!"

Yin Fangxi also followed up the steps and chuckled: "Senior Brother Jin is right. The three of us will join forces to open the seal on this sacred artifact!"

The three of them went up to the Haoqi Platform together. In the center of the platform was a jade table. Even after being burned by raging fire and ravaged by ghosts, it was not damaged in the slightest. It was still crystal clear, beautiful and exquisite. There were four marks on the jade table, one large and three small. The largest mark was the mark of the sect leader's token. The three smaller marks matched the tokens of the three branch heads. There was a protective formation set up here. The sect leader had to come in person with the token to open it. If the sect leader could not be present, the heads of the three branches had to put in their tokens at the same time.

The three exchanged glances, took out their tokens, placed them on the jade table's mark, and activated the Purple Sun Profound Technique to open the array.

A surge of true energy flowed into the jade table, instantly activating the array, radiating light in all directions. Within the magnificent aura, the traces of a sacred artifact were faintly visible: an ancient and dignified brush appeared, its handle sturdy and its tip sharp—the very same Confucian sect's sacred artifact—the Desolate Divine Brush.

In the eyes of Confucian scholars, the sharpest object in the world was not the edge of a sword, but the tip of an iron brush. A casual stroke could determine the fate of the world and pacify the four seas. Therefore, during the Primordial Era, the Confucian founder forged a divine brush from the world's rarest iron and metal. Legend has it that this brush was not only a divine weapon but also possessed the wondrous ability to create wonders.

During the Great War of the Primordial Era, the founder was first injured by the combined forces of the three supreme beings of the three races, unable to fly away. He could only escape step by step with his disciples. However, the allied forces of the three races surrounded him without attacking, slowly forcing him into a desperate situation, surrounded by desolate mountains and treacherous cliffs.

The patriarch remained calm and unhurried, took out the Wild God Brush and casually drew a mountain path. Instantly, the brushstrokes were beautiful, and a passage appeared before them, allowing everyone to escape to safety.

The evil forces continued their pursuit, forcing the patriarch to the riverbank. At this point, everyone was exhausted; crossing the river was impossible, even entering the water would mean being swept away. In this critical moment, the patriarch used his brush to draw a large boat, carrying everyone across the river. He then drew various ferocious fish and shrimp to block the pursuers, thus preserving the Confucian tradition.

Seeing that the Divine Brush was undamaged, the three breathed a sigh of relief and stepped down from the Righteous Qi Platform to announce their safety.

Jin Ziyi sighed, "Fortunately, the Ancestral Master's sacred artifact is unharmed, otherwise Jin Ziyi would have had to atone with her death!"

Yin Fangxi said, "Senior Brother Jin, you flatter me. It's all because of that cunning and treacherous Cang Shitian. He infiltrated our Confucian sect and managed to uncover the entire situation of the sect without the knowledge of our former leader, allowing him to fish in troubled waters."

Zong Yixiao frowned, secretly thinking that things were going badly. These two were bringing up the Confucian leader in a coordinated manner, seemingly trying to draw the blame to this side. Just as he was racking his brains for a solution, he heard Yin Fangxi sneer, "Senior Brother Zong, when Cang Shitian disguised himself as Zhou Junci and infiltrated the Canghai Pavilion, were you, the Pavilion Master, completely unaware?" (Advertisement break: Still relying on your hands? How can that be enjoyable? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation!) " Damn it

, Cang Shitian, that bastard, he set this fire at the perfect time! Not only did he burn all the masters of the three sects out of Yujing, but he also reignited the old Zhou Junci affair. He's clearly trying to trip up Canghai Pavilion and even the entire Confucian school!" Zong Yixiao cursed inwardly, unable to

find a reason to refute him, after all, Zhou Junci had also been a disciple of Canghai Pavilion.

In a flash, countless countermeasures and wordings flashed through Zong Yixiao's mind—he had disappeared for a period of time, and if he used this as an excuse to refuse, those two would probably use it as an excuse to accuse him of being in a position of incompetence and, together with the other elders, remove him from his position as pavilion master; if he remained silent, they might throw mud at Kong Xiu, which, even if it couldn't attack Canghai Pavilion, would be enough to affect the succession rights of Mencius and Confucius.

Confucius stepped forward, his voice firm and fearless: "Uncle Yin, the reason Cang Shitian is able to act with such impunity is entirely due to the disunity among us Confucian disciples. This burning of the Haoqi Platform is a warning to us. If we continue to fight amongst ourselves, we will only give Cang Shitian more opportunities to overthrow the Confucian tradition!"

Zong Yixiao chuckled inwardly. Confucius's words were a clever way to downplay the issue and draw everyone's attention to the Haotian Sect. If Yin Fangxi continued to harp on Zhou Junci's matter, he would be branded as a disunited figure.

Yin Fangxi's face darkened, and he fell silent. Jin Ziyi then smiled and said, "Nephew Kong Qiu is a man of great wisdom and broad-mindedness. He will surely achieve great things in the future. Master Kong will surely smile in the afterlife."

Kong Qiu returned the greeting neither humbly nor arrogantly, saying, "Thank you for your praise, Uncle!"

Jin Ziyi pressed on, saying, "Indeed, the Confucian school cannot be without a leader for even a day. A new leader must be chosen to lead all the Confucian scholars. Otherwise, the shame of the Haoqi Platform will only be the beginning."

Using the tragedy of Cang Shitian as a pretext, she wanted everyone to understand the dangers of a leaderless sect. Therefore, when Jin Ziyi proposed the selection of a leader, all the disciples nodded in agreement.

Zong Yixiao's face darkened, and he said calmly, "Brother Jin is quite right, but I wonder who is capable of taking on the role of leader?"

This tactic of feigning retreat was a strategy to strike later.

Jin Ziyi smiled slightly and said, "The current situation in China is fraught with uncertainty. It can be said that heroes rise and fall in the world. For the Confucian school to stand firm, it must possess martial arts that can deter all rivals, so as to stop war through martial arts and spread benevolence. As we all know, Senior Brother Yin Fangxi is not only exceptionally learned and virtuous, but also one of the few innate masters who has cultivated the ninth level of the Ziyang Profound Art. It would be best for him to succeed as the leader. Therefore, I, Jin, recommend Yin Fangxi, the master of the Rain Scroll Pavilion, as the new leader of our Confucian school!"

Zong Yixiao was secretly startled and felt somewhat caught off guard. From the beginning, Jin Ziyi had been making a big splash and showing his sharp edge, making people think that he wanted to compete for the position of leader. Who would have thought that he would take the initiative to recommend Yin Fangxi?

Seeing Yin Fangxi's arrogant expression and Jin Ziyi's confident demeanor, Zong Yixiao immediately understood: "These two must have already made an agreement. Whoever becomes the leader, the other will benefit. No wonder Jin Ziyi so generously recommended Yin Fangxi as the leader."

With the end of the civil service examinations, many candidates failed early, leaving with only helplessness and disappointment. The Nine Luminaries Taoist Temple also lost many guests, returning to its former silence.

Under the cover of night, Chu Wanbing emerged from the underground palace and stood quietly on the back mountain, waiting.

After a moment, three figures rushed in from afar—one man and two women. The leader was Yuan Qitian, and beside him was Mingxue.

Chu Wanbing stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Elders!"

Yuan Qitian chuckled, "I rushed here from Lingzhou as soon as I received my junior sister's message."

Chu Wanbing glanced behind Yuan Qitian with complicated emotions. She saw a face that should have been beautiful and charming, but it was expressionless, her eyes filled with hatred, and her slender figure appeared particularly pitiful against the backdrop of her long purple gauze dress.

Chu Wanbing sighed inwardly and greeted her, "Lingti, it's been a long time."

Shui Lingti's cool and beautiful face showed no sign of understanding; she simply said indifferently, "Young Master's greeting is too kind; Shui Lingti doesn't deserve it!" Chu Wanbing felt quite helpless about this.

Returning to the underground palace, Teng Ji and Xian Huo were already waiting. Chu Wanbing said, "I've learned some details about the wrongful conviction of Consort Bai, and I'd like to ask Ling Ti to investigate it for me."

Chu Wanbing also knew some of the messy things that had happened between Long Hui and Shui Ling Ti back then, so she avoided mentioning her husband's name in her words to avoid any awkwardness.

Shui Ling Ti raised her eyebrows slightly and said calmly, "Young Master, you're too kind. Shui Ling Ti will certainly tell you everything she knows."

Chu Wanbing then recounted in detail what she had heard from Long Hui, pointing out the suspicious points regarding Consort Bai's affair with Gong Liuguang.

After listening, Shui Lingti pondered for a moment and then said, "Young Master, I remember that there is a master of poison in the Haotian Sect named Gandharva, who is one of the Eight Holy Temples. The poisons she concocts are all kinds of strange and difficult to guard against."

Chu Wanbing continued, "Speaking of the skill in using poison, I believe that no one in the world can surpass Tengji and Elder Xianhuo, but even they cannot figure out the mystery."

Shui Lingti frowned and asked, "Have the two elders considered the method of mixing poisons?"

Tengji replied, "We have considered the possibility of mixing poisons before." Xianhuo said, "

The fundamental principle of mixed poisons lies in the combination of yin and yang. If both Consort Bai and Gong Liuguang are poisoned by yin and yang, then the poison will take effect once they meet. However, as a guard of Minglang Palace, Gong Liuguang has many opportunities to come into contact with Consort Bai on a daily basis. Why did the poison take effect on that particular day? This is what we don't understand."

Shuilingti said, "Wasn't there an assassin attacking Consort Bai that day? Could that assassin be the key?"

This question seemed to provide a clue, but Tengji and Xianhuo couldn't figure it out for the time being, and the scene fell silent again.

Shui Lingti stood up and said, "Young Master, Elders, based on what you just said, that Consort Su does indeed resemble the style of the Holy Mother Haotian. I, Shui Lingti, am willing to go to the palace to investigate and find out the truth!"

Chu Wanbing frowned and said, "Lingti, haven't you also never met the Holy Mother Haotian? Isn't it a bit inappropriate to enter the palace so rashly?"

Shui Lingti nodded and said, "Young Master is quite right. Although the Holy Mother Haotian was once my master, I have never seen her true face. However, I do know some of her behavior and actions. If Consort Su is indeed the Holy Mother Haotian, then I should be able to see some clues."

Chu Wanbing stood up and said, "The palace is no small matter. You going alone would be too weak. Why don't I go with you? It would be good to have someone to look after you on the way."

Shui Lingti neither agreed nor objected.

Consort Su's palace was named Drunken Moon Palace. Half a mile to the east, a clear stream flowed through it. Beyond the stream lay Consort Xiao's Lantern Palace; the two palaces were separated only by the water.

Under the cover of night, the two women sneaked into the palace. Since receiving the essence of the demon race's blood, Shui Lingti could also use demonic powers. She used her serpentine movements to evade the guards and head straight for Drunken Moon Palace.

Chu Wanbing, fearing Shui Lingti's demonic energy would become chaotic again, kept a portion of her attention focused on her.

Inside Drunken Moon Palace, the grass was lush and green; the two women's jade-like feet felt soft and comfortable underfoot, like walking on a fine carpet.

Shui Lingti whispered, "Young Master, if Consort Su is truly the Holy Mother, you must not be careless. Because within the Haotian Sect, the Holy Mother's strength is as mysterious as her true nature. As far as I know, she's not far off from Cang Shitian, even if she's not as strong."

Since the battle at the Qin Manor, Chu Wanbing had somewhat underestimated the Haotian Holy Mother. Now, hearing Shui Lingti's words, she softened her arrogance, thinking, "Lingti has been with the Haotian Sect for many years; what she says should be true. But why would the Haotian Holy Mother go to such lengths to conceal her strength? Even in the battle at the underground palace, when life and death were at stake, she remained hidden?" The Haotian Holy

Mother, Consort Bai, the onset of the Spring Poison… all these questions piled up, giving even the exceptionally intelligent Chu Wanbing a headache.

Suddenly, a series of sounds came from afar, and Chu and Shui immediately used their nimble snake movements to hide in the shadows.

"Hurry up, Her Majesty is about to return to the palace! Hurry up and prepare the fragrant soup, or you'll get a beating!"

a eunuch shouted at the palace maids.

The maids hurriedly carried flower petals, silk scarves, and hot water into the bedchamber. However, one of the maids carrying the hot water tripped and spilled the bucket, accidentally knocking over a maid carrying fresh flowers.

Flowers and hot water were scattered all over the floor. The eunuch, enraged, yelled, "You slut, clumsy as a mummie! I'll beat you to death!"

He then slapped two maids several times, shouting, "Go and get some fresh water! Are you itching for a beating?"

The maids, terrified, apologized and hurriedly ran to get fresh hot water and flowers.

Shui Lingti whispered, "Did the young master strike that palace maid's Quchi acupoint just now?"

Chu Wanbing smiled and said, "Indeed! Lingti, can you use the Myriad Transformations Illusionary Yuan Technique?"

Shui Lingti understood and nodded, "Yes!"

After the two women discussed for a few moments, they followed the two palace maids to a secluded spot, knocked them unconscious, changed them into palace maid clothes, and then transformed into their appearances.

Chu Wanbing looked at Shui Lingti, who had finished her practice, and asked, "Lingti, do you feel any discomfort?"

Shui Lingti said, "Is the young master worried about the backlash from the demon blood in my body? As long as I don't use more than three techniques at a time, I'll be fine."

Chu Wanbing was relieved.

One woman carried flowers, and the other carried a bucket of water back to the palace. Upon arriving at the palace gate, they inevitably received another scolding from the eunuch.

Upon entering the palace, the two women followed the other palace maids into a side room, which was a bathroom. A large pool had been dug in the center of the room, and the maids were busily adding water and sprinkling it with water.

Chu Wanbing and Shui Lingti followed suit.

Just as they finished adding hot water, a high-pitched voice came from outside: "The Imperial Concubine has returned!"

The maids in the bathroom hurriedly lowered their heads, waiting for the Imperial Concubine to enter.

After a moment, a graceful figure slowly entered with lotus-like steps. Her face was smiling, her starry eyes were full of emotion, and her skin was as soft as water. Her deep black hair was styled into a high bun with tassels, tilted slightly backward, and adorned with crystal and agate gold ornaments. Her figure was slender, covered tightly in silk and satin, yet from the side, her waist remained slender and not at all bulky. Even with the multiple layers of clothing covering her chest, a full, shapely mound could still be seen overflowing, revealing her captivating charm.

What was most striking was her skin—fair with a rosy glow, delicate as if coated with pearl powder, like the shimmering waters of a tranquil lake in Jiangnan, where even a gentle breeze could create ripples.

The palace maids immediately knelt in greeting, and Chu Wanbing and Shui Lingti followed suit. As they knelt, Chu Wanbing gave a questioning look, while Shui Lingti gently shook her head, indicating she wasn't sure.

Consort Su gently extended her jade-like arms, and two personal maids immediately stepped forward to remove her heavy, luxurious palace robes, revealing a form-fitting gauze dress underneath, showcasing her graceful and exquisite curves.

Consort Su walked directly to a dressing table and sat down. Her milk-white, delicate hand gently rose, her index finger and thumb pinching a hairpin, her middle, ring, and little fingers curving upwards like a jade-colored orchid, or a snow-white spring onion—instantly beautiful.

She gently removed her hairpin, and her long, flowing black hair cascaded down, glossy and dark, like a cascading waterfall of ink, or a piece of fine black silk inlaid with obsidian.

The palace maid attending her immediately picked up a sandalwood comb, carefully cradling a strand of her black hair, and gently combed it. The comb moved back and forth through her hair like a small boat adrift in a stream of ink, the boat reflecting the shimmering black jade at the bottom of the stream.

The maid's wrist slipped slightly, applying too much force, and she snapped a strand of hair. Consort Su, who had been resting with her eyes closed, slowly opened them, coldly staring at the maid in the reflection of the bronze mirror.

The palace maid, terrified, immediately knelt down, kowtowing and begging for mercy, "Your Highness, spare me! Your Highness, spare me!"

Consort Su said calmly, "To cut off my hair is a capital offense, but considering you have served me for so long, I will spare your life. Go and receive fifty strokes of the cane!"

The maid retreated, profusely thanking her.

Chu Wanbing watched, filled with shock and anger. This Consort Su, seemingly gentle and weak, was so cruel; she would take a life even for cutting off a single hair. One could only imagine the hellish life the palace maids and eunuchs of Zuiyue Palace lived in.

Consort Su said calmly, "Chunlin, comb my hair!"

The maid named Chunlin trembled and said, "Your Highness, I just sprained my wrist the other day, I'm afraid I haven't served you well enough!"

Consort Su's expression hardened, and she slowly closed her eyes, saying calmly, "Sprained wrist? Let me see it!"

Chunlin held out her hand, and sure enough, there was a red and swollen patch on her right wrist.

Consort Su snorted coldly, "Since your hand is injured, what use is it? Guards, drag this lowly maid out and cut off her right hand."

Chu Wanbing was surprised to find that, apart from the maid who was about to be punished, the other maids were either indifferent or gloating, which meant that this kind of thing was commonplace, hence their calmness.

"Even if Consort Su isn't the Holy Mother Haotian, she's no good person!"

Chu Wanbing cursed inwardly.

After Chunlin was dragged away, Consort Su asked, "Who can comb my hair?"

Combing a Consort's hair was tantamount to becoming her personal maid, a position with a much higher status and salary than others. Even ordinary noblewomen would show deference to a Consort's personal maid, let alone ordinary eunuchs and maids. However, this was not a job for just anyone.

In the ensuing silence, Shui Lingti volunteered, "This servant is willing to comb Your Highness's hair!"

Consort Su was quite surprised, as Shui Lingti was dressed in the attire of an outer palace maid, a type of maid specializing in carrying things and known for her somewhat rough manners.

A personal maid angrily rebuked, "You daring, lowly servant! How can your crude hands serve Your Highness!"

Shui Lingti retorted defiantly, "You speak so eloquently, yet you do not share your mistress's burdens when Your Highness needs them!"

The palace maid, used to being pampered, had never been so bluntly spoken to before, and was so angry that she was about to slap her twice.

Consort Su waved her hand, signaling her to leave, and then looked at Shui Lingti, saying, "Do you know my temper?" Shui Lingti nodded and replied, "Yes."

Consort Su said, "The benefits of being my personal maid far surpass those of other concubines, but the job is extremely strict. If I am not satisfied, your life will be in danger!"

Shui Lingti said, "I entered the palace to serve my mistress; I have long since disregarded life and death."

Consort Su said, "Come here and try. If you do well, I will keep you by my side; if you don't, your head will roll."

Shui Lingti went over, picked up a sandalwood comb, and began to comb Consort Su's hair.

Shui Lingti held the comb with nimble yet gentle movements, neatly combing Consort Su's hair without damaging a single strand.

Consort Su nodded with satisfaction and said softly, "Your actions are quite thoughtful. From now on, you shall stay by my side."

Shui Lingti knelt to express her gratitude, "Thank you for your appreciation, Your Highness."

Consort Su frowned and said, "I feel somewhat familiar with you. What is your name?"

Shui Lingti slowly raised her head and sneered, "Familiar? Of course you are familiar with me, and I am very familiar with you. Otherwise, how could I have recognized your true identity in just a moment while combing your hair?" Consort

Su's expression changed, and she said coldly, "Who exactly are you!"

Shui Lingti giggled, "Master, have you forgotten your disciple?"

Before she finished speaking, Shui Lingti suddenly struck out with her palm, and instantly, a five-colored light enveloped the surrounding area, illuminating the entire bathroom with a dazzling array of colors.

In the seventh episode

, a chance encounter in the deep palace brought a deadly attack upon her. Consort Su, instead of panicking, smiled. Her graceful body swayed with a silvery laugh, and Shui Lingti's powerful palm strike missed its mark, shattering only the mirror stand.

Consort Su's jade feet touched the ground, her body swaying like a dancing celestial maiden, indescribably beautiful. Shui Lingti recognized the dance as the Great Freedom Celestial Maiden Dance, and thus used her serpentine movement technique to pursue her, unleashing a mountain-pulling palm strike, each move targeting the Great Freedom Celestial Maiden Dance's openings.

Consort Su remained calm, her jade hand sweeping across the sky, her white arm creating a wondrous technique, deflecting Shui Lingti's palm strike onto the surrounding palace maids. In moments, all the maids were dead.

Consort Su sneered, using a feint to shake off Shui Lingti and rushing towards the door—she was using someone else to kill, intending to summon guards to protect her and frame Shui Lingti as an assassin.

Just as Consort Su was about to rush out of the bathroom, a jet of water suddenly surged from the pool, blocking the doorway and preventing her from leaving.

The water sprayed onto the doorway with a splash, and then a cold current swirled, frost forming a barrier. Chu Wanbing stood there, sword in hand, and coldly asked, "Where does Your Highness intend to go?"

Consort Su grunted and sneered, "The Phoenix Sword? So it's the young master of the demon race, Fangjia. I'm so sorry for not welcoming you properly!"

Chu Wanbing smiled and said, "Holy Mother, there's no need for such formalities. Now that you and your disciple have returned, you must have much to say. Why not stay and have a long talk with Lingti by candlelight?"

Consort Su giggled, "A long talk with this unfilial disciple would only infuriate me."

Lingti coldly replied, "Ever since you abandoned my senior brother and me, our master-disciple relationship has been severed!"

Consort Su said, "Do you resent your master?"

Lingti responded with a cold laugh.

Consort Su sighed, "Born a member of the Haotian Sect, you will die a ghost of the Haotian Sect. You've understood this principle since the day you were born, so why can't you understand it?"

Shui Lingti gritted her teeth and said, "If you were to sacrifice me, Shui Lingti would have no complaints. But my senior brother is your flesh and blood. How could you so heartlessly push him to his death? If you treat your own flesh and blood like this, what about others? Such behavior chills the heart. Do you still expect me to continue serving you?"

Consort Su sneered, "So you've joined the demon race? It's not that I didn't warn you, but these demons are extremely xenophobic. They will never accept those who are not of their own kind. I'm afraid you will ultimately suffer the same fate of being abandoned."

Chu Wanbing smiled and said, "There's no need for the Holy Mother to worry about this. Although the demon race is xenophobic, they still care deeply for their own kind and would never sacrifice their own people."

Consort Su was slightly taken aback, but then she saw Shui Lingti transform into several different forms.

Consort Su initially thought Shui Lingti was wearing a human skin mask, but was surprised to discover it was a demon's transformation technique. She exclaimed in surprise, "The Myriad Transformations Illusionary Technique? How is that possible?"

Chu Wanbing smiled and said, "Only those with demon blood can study demonic abilities. In other words, Lingti has become a member of our race!"

Consort Su quickly regained her composure and smiled sweetly, "So you've found a new backer. No wonder you dare to be so presumptuous in front of your master!"

Shui Lingti snorted, "Enough with the idle talk. You should think about how to save your life from our clutches first!"

Chu Wanbing also chimed in, "Holy Consort, my ice wall is not so easy to break, and it can also isolate you from the outside world. You are now completely isolated."

With that, she drew her sword with her jade hand, pointed it at Consort Su, and the tip of the sword exhaled energy, forcing out a heavy sword aura that locked Consort Su within a three-foot radius.

On the other side, Shui Lingti also unleashed her demonic energy, her left palm containing the power to uproot mountains, her right fist gripping the might of the Lion King.

Drawn together by their energies, Chu Wanbing launched the first attack, her Phoenix Sword combining strength and gentleness to strike directly at Consort Su's vital points. Shui Lingti responded in kind, the two beauties joining forces to attack the Holy Mother Haotian. Consort

Su swung her left hand, condensing five-colored light to block the icy blade, while her right palm lightly flicked, transforming into a heavenly technique to unleash her furious waters.

Chu Wanbing's sword flashed, unleashing a surge of primordial power, multiple layers of true energy forcefully breaking through the five-colored light. With one side losing ground, the Holy Mother Haotian's formation crumbled, unable to withstand Shui Lingti's onslaught.

Shui Lingti unleashed her Mountain-Uprooting Palm and Lion King Fist in quick succession, striking Consort Su several times in one breath.

Consort Su coughed up blood, her flowing silk dress stained crimson. Chu Wanbing acted decisively, thrusting her sword towards several of Consort Su's vital points, aiming to cripple her power.

With a traitor pressing down on her head from the front and a seductive woman's sword aimed at her heart from behind, Consort Su knew she couldn't escape. She steeled her resolve, her jade fingers flashing out like lightning, striking several vital points on her body. Instantly, her internal energy surged, her primordial power erupting, and a thick, powerful true force shot into the sky, creating a solid wall of energy that blocked the two women's deadly attacks.

Consort Su raised her eyebrows and waved her hand, causing a five-colored radiance to soar into the sky, transforming into thousands of sharp arrows that shot out in all directions, forcing the two women to retaliate defensively.

Consort Su's brows furrowed in anger, and she barked, "You two brats, daring to force me to unseal your acupoints, you're courting death!" Consort

Su's beautiful eyes flashed, locking onto Shui Lingti first: "I'll take your traitorous dog's life first!"

With a swift movement of her jade palm, Shui Lingti, relying on her familiarity with the Five-Colored Clouds, met Consort Su's palm in a clash. However, she felt layers upon layers of true energy, the force continuous and unending, as if her entire body was being shattered.

Consort Su sneered, "You unfilial disciple, don't think that just because you've studied martial arts with me for a few years, you can surpass me. The Five-Colored Clouds are not as simple as you imagine."

Shui Lingti felt Consort Su's smooth, jade-like palm as if it were sticky, tightly gripping her. Then, a torrent of internal energy surged forth, forcibly entering her body, determined to destroy her bones and internal organs.

Shui Lingti felt as if her body was being torn apart, the pain excruciating, her face pale, cold sweat pouring down her back.

Chu Wanbing immediately swung her sword at Consort Su's throat, attempting a diversionary tactic.

The sword was sharp, and Consort Su dared not underestimate it. She could only spare Shui Lingti, then formed a knife with her fingers and turned to parry.

The chop struck the back of the sword precisely, and Chu Wanbing felt a sudden numbness in her arm, nearly causing her to drop the Phoenix Sword.

Consort Su's beautiful eyes flashed coldly, and she angrily swung her palm: "Little vixen, you won't escape today!"

Chu Wanbing formed a sword incantation, switching from offense to defense, carefully securing her small area. However, she saw Consort Su's palm strikes grow increasingly turbulent, her moves cunning and ruthless, forcing her to use several sword techniques, including Lingrou and Nayuan, just to barely hold on.

Consort Su's killing intent intensified; she flipped her palm and unleashed a torrent of multicolored light—her ultimate technique, Radiant Light Across the Three Realms.

Chu Wanbing felt the surrounding air pressure suddenly drop, her blood surging, and she nearly vomited blood.

"Even a single opening move is so terrifying; it seems this poisonous woman's hidden strength is extraordinary. If we continue fighting, we might both perish here!"

Knowing she couldn't win, Chu Wanbing considered the situation carefully and decided to retreat first, gathering her maximum power and channeling the Primordial Great Strength into her sword strike, combined with the Phoenix Spirit Fire, to forcefully unleash a sword strike.

Consort Su watched coldly, only to see her jade hand flip, pulling the air currents and drawing out all the water from the bath, like raging waves crashing against the shore.

The extreme moves clashed, causing water and fire to disperse. Consort Su's delicate body swayed slightly, and she took a few steps back.

Chu Wanbing, however, was pale and bloodied, but she still suppressed her internal injuries and rushed to Shui Lingti's side, pulling her away.

Leaving the Drunken Moon Palace, Chu Wanbing used her movement technique to its fullest extent, but the direction she fled was not the way out of the palace, but Consort Xiao Yuan's Hua Deng Palace.

Entering the Hua Deng Palace, Chu Wanbing immediately found a side room and hid inside with Shui Lingti.

Shui Lingti supported her and asked, "Young Master, how are you feeling?"

In the battle just now, Chu Wanbing had absorbed more than 80% of Haotian Shengmu's internal energy. Shui Lingti only felt a slight discomfort in her meridians and did not suffer any real damage. On the other hand, Chu Wanbing's internal energy was disordered at this moment, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

Chu Wanbing wiped away the blood and sighed, "I'm fine, but this poisonous woman's strength is so high, her internal energy is almost approaching that of a master of the Innate Realm."

Shui Lingti said, "When I was in the Haotian Sect, I also heard of a Big Dipper Finger Technique that can seal one's internal energy. I saw that the acupoints she pressed when she unsealed it seemed to correspond to the arrangement of the Big Dipper." Chu Wanbing asked in surprise, "There is such a self-harming martial art in the world?"

Shui Lingti said, "Young Master, you don't know, this martial art seems to suppress one's internal energy, but it is actually a way to stimulate the body. When the true energy is suppressed to the limit, it will automatically rebound, not only opening up the acupoints, but also increasing one's internal energy to a higher level. However, such an extreme method can only be used once. If used too often, it will damage the meridians." "Irreversible damage."

Chu Wanbing frowned and said, "No wonder the Holy Mother Haotian refused to use her full strength in so many fierce battles; so this is the reason."

Shui Lingti said, "If that poisonous woman hadn't been forced into a deadly situation by the young master, she probably would have continued to suppress her power. When she breaks free of her seal, her cultivation will be immeasurable."

Chu Wanbing chuckled, "It seems we didn't make a wasted trip today; at least we've destroyed the possibility of Haotian Sect producing another innate master."

Originally, Shui Lingti felt melancholy after failing to avenge herself, but seeing the woman before her still so optimistic and smiling, she couldn't help but feel relieved. In the past, when she was in Haotian Sect, she could only succeed and not fail; when had she ever seen such a magnanimous spirit? Infected by Chu Wanbing, her heavy mood was slightly relieved.

Chu Wanbing took a few deep breaths, circulated her Phoenix Fire, cleared the blood stasis, and greatly reduced her injuries.

Shui Lingti said, "Young Master, the battle just now must have alerted the guards. Let's leave quickly."

Chu Wanbing waved her hand and said, "No rush, the Drunken Moon Palace is still peaceful."

Shui Lingti was puzzled.

Chu Wanbing continued, "From what you just said, I've thought of something. Besides stimulating her internal energy with the acupoint sealing method, Consort Su actually has a deeper scheme, which is to deceive the dog emperor. Because her internal energy is too strong, and she herself cannot break through to the Innate Realm, her true energy is mixed and not refined, making it easy for experts to detect if she is not careful in controlling her energy channels."

Shui Lingti thought about it and realized that this made sense. Such strong true energy, which is difficult to control, would attract attention wherever she went. If the Holy Mother Haotian wanted to hide in the palace, she had to seal her internal energy within a range that she could control.

Chu Wanbing smiled and said, "Now that her seal and restraints have been broken, her inner energy is surging and powerful. Even someone with some internal energy cultivation would sense it before they even get within ten steps of her, let alone Huangfu Wuji. Therefore, she definitely wouldn't dare to make a fuss and would even pray to the gods and Buddhas that Huangfu Wuji wouldn't come looking for her."

Chu Wanbing had several innate masters by her side who were extremely familiar with matters of qi and true energy. If you compare a master's qi channels to a river, then true energy is the water flow. As cultivation progresses, true energy becomes increasingly abundant. When one cultivates to a certain level, the original qi channels will be unable to bear the powerful true energy. Although it won't harm the person, there will be situations where control is lost.

It's like a person carrying thousands of pounds of silver. Although they are extremely wealthy, they find it inconvenient to walk. But if the thousands of pounds of silver were converted into banknotes, the situation would be different. Not only would their wealth remain intact, but they would also feel completely relaxed.

A master of the Innate Realm is like a wealthy person holding banknotes, while Consort Su is like someone carrying a thousand pounds of silver. Although her internal strength is comparable to that of a master of the Innate Realm, the difference is like heaven and earth.

Chu Wanbing and Shui Lingti's attack was equivalent to smashing the door to Consort Su's treasure trove. The dazzling gold and jade would dazzle anyone who passed by. If the Emperor were to see it, the consequences would be unimaginable. A master of the Innate Realm, on the other hand, has wealth in banknotes, which can be easily hidden in their sleeves.

Shui Lingti thought to herself, "To be able to analyze the situation so calmly even when in dire straits, this ability is far beyond my reach. Like mother, like daughter. With the Demon Queen's methods, she will surely destroy the Haotian Sect. It seems I didn't choose the wrong person!" Thinking

of this, she became even more determined to serve the demon race, not for anything else, but to vent her and her senior brother's anger.

Thinking of Cang Ziming, Shui Lingti felt a pang of sadness. Although he was ambitious and impetuous, he genuinely cared for her and was the only person in the cold and aloof Haotian Sect who could make her feel warmth.

Although Consort Su's final move was incredibly powerful, it was only a starting stance and didn't seriously harm Chu Wanbing. After circulating her Phoenix Fire for one small cycle, she recovered ninety percent of her strength and was no longer in serious danger.

Standing up gracefully, Chu Wanbing smiled and said, "Lingti, since we're already at the palace, why not also visit Consort Xiao's territory?"

Shui Lingti bowed and said, "Your subordinate obeys."

The two women went outside, only to see two figures flash by in the distance, a man and a woman, embracing intimately.

Upon recognizing the two, Chu Wanbing's eyes narrowed, and her body trembled violently.

The two were none other than Long Hui and Lu Mingluan.

Chu Wanbing took a deep breath, silently telling herself to stay calm; the little thief was probably just acting.

But upon seeing Long Hui again, the Water Spirit, fueled by both old and new grudges, leaped into the air and struck with her palm.

Long Hui was slightly taken aback, using a nimble grappling technique to block the palm's force. The Water Spirit roared angrily, changing her attack to a sudden, deadly strike of "Azure Wood Tempered with Fire."

Lu Mingluan couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, unable to sit still any longer. She countered with a strike of "Ice Marrow Force." These two divine abilities were mutually restraining, depending on the user's skill level. The Water Spirit was no match for Lu Mingluan; her poisonous fire was sealed by ice crystals in a single exchange.

The Water Spirit's brows furrowed with rage as she unleashed another "Ice Marrow Force." Lu Mingluan sneered disdainfully, raising her hand to deliver another strike of "Azure Wood Tempered with Fire." Before the Water Spirit's icy aura could even condense, it was burned into white mist.

Lu Mingluan snorted, "An unknown junior dares to be so insolent before me!"

Then came another Mountain-Pulling Palm strike. Shui Lingti unleashed her full power, her demonic energy surging, and used the Cloud Six Phases technique to retreat.

Lu Mingluan sneered, "Showing off my skills before an expert," and with a light tap of her jade feet, she multiplied into six, instantly blocking Shui Lingti's retreat.

Just then, Chu Wanbing swung her sword, also splitting it into six paths, precisely targeting Lu Mingluan and relieving Shui Lingti's predicament.

Lu Mingluan stopped chasing, halting her attack. Chu Wanbing, sword held horizontally to her chest, said, "Uncle Lu, your bet with my mother is not yet settled. According to the agreement, both sides should temporarily cease fighting. Why did you have to injure her?"

Lu Mingluan snorted, "If I wanted to hurt her, I would have done it already. Why would I allow you, little phoenix, to come to my rescue?"

Chu Wanbing pouted, then glared fiercely at Long Hui, thinking to herself, "You little thief, if you don't explain yourself clearly when you get back, don't blame me for being impolite."

Lu Mingluan saw this and thought, "This girl seems to still have some lingering feelings for Long Hui." "Serves you right! Who told you two to be so vicious and excessive!"

Thinking this, she seemed to be deliberately trying to anger Chu Wanbing. With a radiant smile, she took Long Hui's arm and said tenderly, "Long Hui, after coming to Huadeng Palace tonight, you've learned what you should and shouldn't know. Staying here is too boring. Let's go back. I'll make you a bowl of shark fin soup."

Long Hui inwardly groaned. This beauty's tenderness was hard to bear. He didn't even need to look to know what Bing'er's face was like.

Chu Wanbing was so angry that her teeth itched, her fists clenched, wishing she could kill this shameless old woman with a sword.

Out of sight, out of mind, Chu Wanbing twisted her slender waist in anger and beckoned Shui Lingti to leave, too lazy to deal with this despicable couple.

Back in the underground palace, she briefly reported a few words to Luo Qingyan, then turned and went back to her room, closed the door tightly, crossed her arms, leaned against the edge of the bed, and sulked alone.

Chu Wanbing had thought the little thief would come to coax her soon, but to her dismay, the little phoenix stayed awake until dawn without seeing a single ghost. By noon the next day, the scoundrel was still nowhere to be seen, making Chu Wanbing so angry she almost smashed bottles and bowls .

Chu Wanbing sat in her room, sulking, until evening when she heard that heart-wrenching voice outside the door: "Bing'er, are you there?"

Chu Wanbing was too angry to even open her mouth, and covered her head with the blanket, pretending to be asleep.

After a while, the door latch was gently lifted, and someone came in: "Bing'er, Bing'er, are you asleep?"

Chu Wanbing didn't speak, continuing to pretend to be asleep.

After a while, the bedroom fell silent again. Chu Wanbing cursed inwardly, "That scoundrel, can't he even say a few nice words to coax me!"

After a while, still no sound, Chu Wanbing's heart pounded with anxiety. Had this rascal left again? She couldn't

pretend any longer. She hurriedly threw back the covers and sat up, only to find Long Hui sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling at her.

Chu Wanbing was furious. She grabbed a pillow and threw it at Long Hui's face, yelling, "You bastard, you did that on purpose!"

She then rained down punches on him. Long Hui let her hit him for a while, then reached out and pulled her into his arms.

Chu Wanbing twisted and turned, but seeing she couldn't break free, she grabbed his collar and pulled him close. She first carefully sniffed his entire body, then searched his clothes for any trace of women's hair. After a while, finding nothing amiss, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Long Hui laughed, "Bing'er, are you done checking?"

Chu Wanbing snorted, pinched him hard, and scolded, "You only showed up now? That was plenty of time for you to destroy the evidence! Tell me honestly, what exactly did you and Lu Mingluan do!"

Long Hui said, "Actually, it was just holding hands and hugging."

Chu Wanbing pinched him hard in anger, gritting her teeth and cursing, "You bastard, you devil, watch me strangle you to death!"

Long Hui cried out in pain, thinking to himself, are these vixens born with the ability to pinch people's flesh? How come each one of them is so ruthless?

Seeing that the little girl was still jealous, Long Hui had no choice but to tell her everything.

It was evening when Long Hui received a message from Lu Mingluan, inviting him to explore Feixu Restaurant again.

After arriving at the restaurant, the two of them once again entered the secret passage. Asura was on duty today, and the two of them easily deceived her.

Tonight, Lu Mingluan was prepared. Upon entering the water, she immediately activated her inner energy, forcing the underground river water three feet away, creating a vacuum around her so that not a drop of water touched her.

This time, Lu Mingluan chose the third waterway, directly infiltrating the well in the backyard of Huadeng Palace.

The two emerged from the well, and Lu Mingluan laughed, "General Long, this waterway, though suspected of being used for hostage-taking, also makes it difficult to rule out the possibility of spies from the Haotian Sect."

Long Hui said, "Mingluan is indeed cautious. Then tonight I will risk my life to accompany you."

Lu Mingluan spat, "You're so glib! What kind of gentleman am I, a mere woman?"

Long Hui changed his tune, laughing, "Then it should be called risking your life to accompany a virtuous lady."

Lu Mingluan's face flushed, her heart sweet as honey.

The palace was brightly lit, and shadowy figures seemed to flicker on the window paper, likely the maids and confidants who served Consort Xiao Yuan.

Lu Mingluan laughed, "It's so late at night, yet the palace is still brightly lit. Even sleeping requires so many people. These imperial concubines and noble ladies are truly extravagant."

Long Hui laughed, "Then when I become emperor, I'll make you an imperial concubine."

Lu Mingluan's pretty face flushed, and she spat, "Stop being so glib. Business is important. Hurry up and go inside."

The two seized an opportunity and used their nimble snake-like movements to sneak inside, leaping onto the palace beams and hiding in a secluded corner.

They had assumed that Consort Xiao, as an imperial concubine, would have many servants and beautiful maids around her. However, in the large room, there was only a gray-haired old man with a square head, large ears, a hooked nose, and large dark brown spots like pockmarks on the corners of his eyes and cheekbones. He was extremely ugly, carrying a leather bag in his hand. He moved nimbly and nimbly, as if he possessed superior martial arts skills.

Long Hui thought to himself that the imperial palace was full of hidden talents, and these unassuming people were actually highly skilled in martial arts. Long

Hui glanced at them a few times and chuckled, "This old woman seems to be both deaf and mute."

Lu Mingluan's curiosity was piqued. A bright, cunning smile played on her lips as she gritted her teeth and whispered, "How can you tell she's deaf and mute?"

Long Hui hesitated, and Lu Mingluan frowned, "What are you doing, stammering like that!"

Long Hui said, "It's a long story, and I'm afraid it will alert others."

Afraid my foot! Why not just use telepathy? Lu Mingluan muttered a curse under her breath, but for some reason, she didn't say it aloud. Instead, she hooked her arm around his collar and pulled him closer, pressing her fragrant, snowy cheek against his skin. She whispered, "Then let's talk closer."

Long Hui inhaled her warm, fragrant breath, his nose almost touching her smooth, glistening face. If he weren't minding that there were people under the beam, he would have pulled her close and kissed her. He composed himself slightly and whispered, "Mingluan, did you see the leather bag the old woman was holding?"

Lu Mingluan nodded.

Long Hui said, "With your eyesight, can you tell what's inside?"

Lu Mingluan looked closely, then whispered in his ear, "Judging from the bumpy shape of the bag, it seems to be a stick-like object, but I'm not sure what it is."

Long Hui laughed, "More than just a stick-like object, its head is as big as a goose egg, shaped like a mushroom, this..."

He hesitated, seemingly unwilling to continue. Lu Mingluan immediately became impatient and said softly, "If you dare to stammer again, I'll kick you down."

Long Hui lowered his voice and said, "That object is very similar in shape to a man's penis. I suppose it was used by Consort Xiao to relieve her loneliness in the deep palace."

Lu Mingluan's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, and she wished she could cover her ears immediately. But the little devil continued, "Of course, such things cannot be spread, so there is only an old woman in the palace. When she masturbates, there will inevitably be some indecent noises, so naturally a deaf person will serve her. And because a deaf person cannot hear the outside world, their speech will also be affected, so I guess this old woman is both deaf and mute."

Lu Mingluan was extremely embarrassed and pinched his thigh hard, gritting her teeth, "Stop talking nonsense!"

Long Hui laughed, "How can I be talking nonsense? You'll see."

At this moment, the old woman placed the leather bag on the table in front of the screen and then silently retreated.

After the old woman left, Long Hui turned his attention to the interior furnishings. He had to admit, this imperial concubine's palace was extraordinary, opulent and luxurious. The most striking feature was undoubtedly the enormous bed.

The room was ornately decorated with carved beams and painted rafters, and in the center stood a magnificent bed with a gilded canopy. A four-poster bed was placed on a wooden platform, its four sides framed by carved wooden railings, resembling a veranda—exquisitely grand.

The gilded bed was over eight feet wide and more than ten feet long; twelve steps led down the platform, which was adorned with a carved, openwork doorway. The bed's canopy was decorated with matching openwork panels, and ten posts connected the front and back, all made of pear wood gilded and inlaid with pearls and shells.

At that moment, a faint mist and white smoke rose from behind the screen, and the sound of running water could be faintly heard, indicating that someone was bathing.

Long Hui focused his gaze on the screen, where he could vaguely make out a tall wooden tub. Inside, a figure was scooping water, most of her body submerged in the hot water. She would occasionally use a towel to scoop water and wipe herself. Although

she couldn't see clearly, the shadow of her arms was long and shapely. Whether she cherished the gentle warmth of the water or feared the heat would burn her delicate skin, she exuded an air of noble elegance. Her movements as she scooped the water were gentle and slow, like applying pearl powder to her skin—refined and graceful.

A figure emerged from behind the screen, parting the mist. Beautiful as a flower, with a mature charm, it was Consort Xiao Yuan. Her long, glossy black hair was damp and flowed down her shoulders, with a few strands clinging to her pink cheeks. Glistening water droplets clung to her neck, and her snow-white face was flushed from the steam. Her small, delicate feet were bare, walking on the floor. She wore a thin nightgown, the hem of which was extremely short, barely covering three inches above her knees, revealing a small portion of her rounded thighs and her straight, shapely calves. Her skin was snow-white and smooth, like two gleaming white ivory tusks.

Her pajamas clung tightly to her body, revealing her curves. Having given birth to two sons, and unlike Luo Qingyan and Yu Xiuting who practiced martial arts year-round, Consort Xiao's waist appeared slightly thicker, but without any bloated or greasy feel. Instead, she possessed a supple, moist quality. Moving up her waist, two full mounds, bouncy and plump, were visible around the neckline, their tips pointed and protruding. The damp fabric faintly revealed the color of her areolas—a barely perceptible glimpse, yet enough to stir the blood.

After leaving the screen, Consort Xiao casually picked up a bag from the small table, went straight to the large bed, and lay down. Her eyes shimmered with tears as she gently untied the bag's drawstring and pulled out an object—a three-inch-long, copper-coin-thick rod. The head of the rod was indeed shaped like a mushroom, resembling a male phallus, and covered in fine down—such a fragrant and alluring object was truly a first for her! Long Hui was terrified, let alone Lu Mingluan, an inexperienced young woman. Her flushed face was buried in his neck, and she dared not look at him again.

Lying on the soft couch, she propped up her round, snow-white thighs, her slender fingers gently rubbing between her legs. Soon her breathing became heavy, her almond eyes narrowed, and a low moan escaped her lips. Her magnetic voice was incredibly alluring.

At this moment, she was completely naked from the waist down. With her legs propped up, her skirt parted to the sides, revealing her mons pubis, round and swollen, covered with thick, soft hair that stretched down her vulva to near her anus. Her mons pubis was slightly darker than that of a young girl, but her labia were plump and translucent, not unsightly at all. They resembled seaweed freshly pulled from the water, dark in color but transparent and glistening.

She parted her vulva with her fingertips, revealing folds of flesh as red as a split pomegranate, glistening with abundant fluid, making them even more vibrant, as if oozing blood.

Xiao Yuanfei seemed quite adept at this, kneading her clitoris while simultaneously reaching inside her clothes to pinch her round, jade-like breasts. The white flesh spilled out of her collar with each kneading motion, like dough being kneaded.

After a moment of masturbation, she seemed to find her clothes in the way and simply stripped them off completely. Her beautiful, white, and voluptuous body was revealed, her breasts full and round, her nipples engorged with blood from lust, a deep purplish-red, like purple grapes embedded in steamed buns. Her legs were spread wide like a frog's, her back arched and her buttocks raised, her mons pubis high and prominent; her two snow-white buttocks were plump and luscious, the flesh soft and tempting.

Suddenly, she raised her head and let out a series of rapid, short gasps. Her body stiffened, but her fingertips remained still inside the clam. Her plump waist arched several times like a live shrimp, and she collapsed, panting heavily. It was clear

she had just lost control. Lu Mingluan breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly wiping the sweat from her nose, and pulled Long Hui to leave.

Long Hui, however, smiled maliciously and whispered mischievously, "It's not over yet! Watch a little longer."

He then saw Xiao Yuanfei lower her legs, her cheeks flushed, pick up the dildo, put the tip in her mouth and sucked on it for a while, then held it between her thighs, lubricating it with her love juice, before slowly inserting it. After only half a little finger's length had entered, the tender flesh was scraped by the fine hairs, making her feel sore and refreshed. Her body trembled involuntarily, she closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and let out a long breath.

Although Consort Xiao's lust had been building up for a long time, the fine hairs were only stimulating her. Penetrating even halfway was her limit; any deeper and she feared she would collapse from the strain.

Consort Xiao only took a few small sips before daring not to move further, letting the phallus remain inside her. Her vulva, like seaweed, seeped fluid, soaking a large patch of the bedsheet beneath her buttocks.

Just then, a eunuch entered. Long Hui thought to himself, "Consort Xiao is now displaying her lewdness; if this eunuch sees something he shouldn't, his life will be in danger."

The eunuch, without any attempt to conceal himself, brazenly walked onto the bed and stood to the side, watching Consort Xiao's "performance." "

How dare this eunuch!" Long Hui was secretly startled, but Consort Xiao showed no anger. She opened her hazy, alluring eyes and gasped, "Tao'er...you've come! Come on up!"

The eunuch chuckled, removed his hat, revealing his true face—it was Prince Song.

He impatiently stripped off his clothes, climbed naked onto the soft couch, and familiarly reached out to Xiao Yuanfei's chest, grasping and kneading a full breast. He asked, "Mother, I'm only a moment late, and you can't wait any longer?"

Xiao Yuanfei let out a soft moan, thrusting her chest forward and offering her breasts to his hands, panting, "You unfilial son! I've waited for you for two whole hours! I've bathed and bathed, my skin is practically peeling off, and you still haven't come!" "!"

Song Wang said, "I'm busy with the civil service exams. In a few days, Father will personally conduct the palace examination for those scholars."

While letting Song Wang massage her breasts, Consort Xiao gently moved her erotic rod, panting softly, "Alright, let's not talk about state affairs now that we're here."

Song Wang chuckled, "Then let's talk about romance."

He then reached down to Consort Xiao's crotch, grasped her erotic rod, and twisted it halfway. Consort Xiao was almost scared out of her wits by the fine hairs, fainting from the shock, moaning and crying, her juices flowing freely.

Consort Xiao hurriedly pressed down on Song Wang's arm, pleading in a seductive voice, "Tao'er, please stop, Mother can't take this..."

Song Wang laughed, "Then, Mother, do you think my rod is better, or this piece of wood?"

He continued to do as he pleased, twisting the erotic rod, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Consort Xiao was tormented until she was covered in fragrant sweat, her body trembling, her breasts swaying, her body curling up like a live shrimp.

"Tao'er...it's no use...Mother is...is going to die!"

Consort Xiao let out a seductive cry, her plump lower abdomen convulsing as her vaginal fluids gushed out. Her eyes rolled back, saliva spilling from her mouth, oblivious to her appearance, as she gasped for breath.

Seeing this, King Song immediately withdrew his phallus from Consort Xiao's lower body. During the withdrawal, the fine fibers once again scraped against her vaginal walls, stimulating her to shiver.

King Song gently parted Consort Xiao's limp legs, leaned down, and aimed his penis at her wet vulva. With a slight thrust of his hips, her already sore vulva immediately opened to welcome him, her flower-like opening allowing the man to enter without resistance.

The afterglow of the climax lingered, and Consort Xiao's delicate body remained incredibly sensitive. With a few thrusts, Prince Song brought her to a state of blissful agony, her body trembling, her limbs tightly gripping her son: "Tao'er, you're so cruel... Do you want your mother's life... Ahh, you've pierced my heart again..."

The thrill of incestuous depravity surged through his mind. Prince Song, abandoning his usual refined demeanor, became like a mad beast. He lifted Consort Xiao's plump buttocks, his hands gripping her flesh tightly, the rough force leaving red marks on her fair skin.

"I'll fuck you to death, you slut! You seduced my son! I'll fuck you to death , you whore!"

Prince Song's eyes were bloodshot, his lower body thrusting rapidly, uttering vicious and obscene words, as if the woman beneath him was not his mother but a courtesan offering her snow-white, voluptuous flesh.

Hearing these words, Consort Xiao showed no displeasure; instead, she became even more aroused. She straightened her back, straddled the Prince of Song, and offered her breasts to his mouth, crying out, "My son, come and drink my milk!"

The Prince of Song accepted without resistance, biting down forcefully, his teeth drawing blood from her nipples. Consort Xiao, however, found this even more pleasurable, moaning seductively, "Good, bite harder! If I have no milk for you, Tao'er, you'll drink the blood from my nipples..."

After a fierce battle, in their frenzy and savagery, they both reached ecstasy. The Prince of Song was exhausted... Lying on her back on the bed, panting, Xiao Yuanfei was in even worse shape because she had already been violated by the dildo. Her eyes had rolled back, and two lines of saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth. She was almost unconscious. Her large, snow-white breasts were still heaving violently, and the nipples were swollen black. The snow-white flesh was covered with teeth marks and bloodstains. Her jade clam, which was originally slightly dark, was now purplish-black. With its swollen lips, it looked like cooked seaweed. The pearl on its lips stood erect, bright red and dripping with blood. Thick white mucus mixed with vaginal fluid overflowed from the crevices of her flesh.

After finishing his speech, Chu Wanbing was blushing with shame at the absurd and lewd scene. Long Hui continued, "Bing'er, Lu Mingluan and I went our separate ways after leaving the palace. We really didn't do anything!"

Chu Wanbing spat, "Nonsense! Then why did you only come to find me now!"

Long Hui chuckled, took out a bag from his pocket, and said mysteriously, "I went to personally craft a gift for Bing'er!"

Chu Wanbing took the bag with suspicion, took out the contents, and immediately blushed. The gift was two dildos, not only covered in fine down but also double-headed.

Upon seeing this, Chu Wanbing couldn't help but recall the scene of her mother teasing her with a cucumber that day, and a surge of shame and anger welled up inside her.

"You bastard, you're asking for it!"

Chu Wanbing immediately flew into a rage, threw away the two dildos, and swung her fist to hit him.

Without hesitation, Long Hui turned and ran, darting out of the house before Chu Wanbing could. In the morning, Long Hui received an

imperial

decree and hurriedly entered the palace. Led by a palace attendant, he went straight to the Mingjing Hall. Since the Golden Palace was smashed by Yuan Qitian, the Mingjing Hall had been used as the court assembly place.

Today, however, he saw no civil or military officials, only the Imperial Guards and palace guards patrolling the area.

Long Hui thought to himself, "It seems the Emperor himself is presiding over the palace examination today; no wonder the security here is so tight."

A figure emerged from the Mingjing Hall, wearing a tall crown and brocade robe, holding a whisk, with a white face and no beard—it was Eunuch Wang.

Long Hui bowed to him and said, "Your Excellency, I, Long, pay my respects!"

Eunuch Wang returned the bow and smiled, "Lord Long, you've arrived quite early!"

Long Hui replied, "Having received the imperial decree, how could I dare to be negligent?" Eunuch

Wang smiled and said, "You are truly dedicated to your duty! It's still early, General. Please inspect the palace first, and keep an eye on the guards to prevent any oversights."

Long Hui agreed and entered the Mingjing Hall, pretending to inspect the palace to pass the time.

Half an hour later, those involved in the civil and military examinations entered one after another. Among the civil officials, Prince Song was the leader, followed by the four Grand Secretaries Qi Huan, Shen Shiyuan, Li Panlong, and Yue Donghai. Among the military officials, Prince Qi was the head, followed by Tie Rushan, Qiu Baifei, and Bai Lingyu in order of seniority. Long Hui's military service was shorter than Bai Lingyu's, so he stood at the back.

After a while, with the announcement of the Emperor's arrival, Huangfu Wuji ascended the dragon throne, and everyone shouted "Long live the Emperor!"

After Huangfu Wuji ordered everyone to rise, he said, "Today should have been the civil service examination, but I wish to gather the new generation of civil and military leaders together. Therefore, I have also summoned the top three in the military examination to the palace. First, I will summon the scholars who passed the provincial examination. After selecting the top three, I will then

summon the top three in the military examination, so that the civil and military elites of my Great Heng can get to know each other better." After Huangfu Wuji finished speaking, Eunuch Wang announced the summons. The eleven scholars who passed the provincial examination entered one by one. Long Hui glanced at them and saw Xue Le among them. The scholars knelt before the dragon throne and shouted "Long live the Emperor

!" Huangfu Wuji said calmly, "Rise! All of you who passed the provincial examination are exceptionally talented. Today, I will test your talents and select pillars of my Great Heng!"

The eleven scholars looked somewhat pale and their breathing became heavier. This was understandable, as few could remain calm when meeting the Emperor.

Huangfu Wuji gave a wink to the side, and Eunuch Wang, understanding immediately, called out, "Bring the writing implements!"

Before he finished speaking, more than twenty eunuchs had set up tables and writing materials in the hall.

Huangfu Wuji said, "I only ask one question—if the land suffers another flood, what effective disaster relief strategies do you have? Time is the time it takes for an incense stick to burn; write down your thoughts on paper!" The

eunuchs lit incense, and the scholars picked up their brushes, their thoughts flowing like a spring, their writing flowing like dragons and snakes, expressing their strategies on paper.

When the incense burned out and the ink was finished,

the eunuchs collected everyone's scrolls and presented them to the emperor.

Huangfu Wuji flipped through them one by one, only to find that the strategies written were nothing more than issuing edicts to comfort the people, opening granaries to distribute grain, and evacuating disaster victims… a whole bunch of empty rhetoric, which made him somewhat weary.

When he saw the last scroll, Huangfu Wuji's eyes lit up, and he handed the scroll to his attendants.

Eunuch Wang took the document and read aloud: "Floods are indeed natural disasters, beyond human control; the only recourse is prevention. This humble subject proposes that, before the floods occur, the national treasury be allocated to repair dikes and dredge waterways. However, building dikes and dredging waterways is extremely costly, and officials are inevitably of varying qualities. To prevent embezzlement and the neglect of dike maintenance, Your Majesty should personally select officials to monitor the flow of funds and supplies, ensuring the quality of dikes and waterways. Secondly, the court can select capable individuals from retired soldiers, training them in swimming and disaster relief, so that they can effectively assist the people when floods recur. Furthermore, the court can order counties near major waterways to stockpile boats for unforeseen circumstances." "To protect the people—respectfully presented by Xue Le!"

Huangfu Wuji looked down at the crowd in the hall and said, "What do you all think of this policy?"

The Prince of Song spoke first, "Your Majesty, in my humble opinion, the phrase 'returning to the cause before it happens' is ingenious. In the past, the court only mobilized various prefectures and distributed disaster relief funds and grain when a flood occurred. Although this had some effect, to avoid being passive, if we take precautions and make preparations in advance as this talented man has suggested, we can protect more people even if a flood occurs again in the future!"

The Prince of Song had a sharp eye and saw that his father favored Xue Le, so he spoke well of him. This not only catered to the emperor's wishes but also earned him a favor from Xue Le in advance.

Huangfu Wuji nodded slightly, then looked at Prince Qi and asked, "Zheng'er, what's your opinion?"

Prince Qi, knowing he favored military positions and shouldn't question the civil service, gave a vague reply: "I will follow Your Majesty's will; I have nothing to say."

Huangfu Wuji then consulted the chief examiners of the civil service examinations. These were all experienced and shrewd; they knew the emperor's intentions. Furthermore, Xue Le's suggestion was effective, so they all agreed.

Huangfu Wuji smiled and said, "Since all of you have no objections, then I hereby declare this year's top scholar to be Xue Le and Xue Ziyi!"

Upon hearing this, Xue Le immediately knelt down and bowed in gratitude, shouting "Long live the Emperor!"

Huangfu Wuji then selected two more papers from the scrolls, designating them as the second and third scholars. Unexpectedly, these two were Guo Fei and Zhang Ming.

At this moment, Eunuch Wang whispered a few words in Huangfu Wuji's ear; judging from his lip movements, he was reminding the emperor that these three were from the same hometown. Huangfu Wuji laughed and said, "Wonderful! The top three scholars (

Zhuangyuan, Bangyan, and Tanhua) are all from the same hometown. This will surely become a famous story in the future." The three bowed in thanks. Huangfu Wuji then ignored the remaining nine and left them to be ranked by the civil officials, including the Prince of Song. After finalizing the top three civil scholars, the Prince of Song summoned the top three military scholars to the palace to pay homage to the Emperor. Chen Feng, Yue Biao, and Ni Zixiong stood behind the military officials according to their ranking. Huangfu Wuji nodded and said, "You are vigorous and spirited, truly brave warriors! Impressive! Bring wine, I wish to share a drink with these three warriors!" The three hurriedly thanked him and received the imperial wine from the eunuch. Huangfu Wuji then beckoned, "Top scholar, third-place scholar, step forward, I have some questions for you!" Long Hui's heart tightened. Huangfu Wuji's summons was quite meaningful; he had bypassed Yue Biao, the second-place scholar, and summoned the first and third-place scholars instead. It seemed somewhat illogical, but this detail made Chen Feng and Ni Zixiong's faces darken, their eyes flickering uncertainly. Seeing this, Long Hui couldn't help but marvel. Huangfu Wuji's move was brilliant. Regardless of which of the three was a spy for the Haotian Sect, this practice of skipping the second-place scholar and questioning the first and second-place scholars was enough to make the real spy uneasy, revealing a slight flaw. Huangfu Wuji, holding a jade cup, smiled and asked, "Minister Chen, where is your ancestral home?" Chen Feng replied, "Your Majesty, my ancestral home is Huaijiang, Xining!" Huangfu Wuji nodded thoughtfully, then looked at Ni Zixiong: "Minister Ni, what is your ancestral home?" Ni Zixiong replied, "My ancestral home is Lunshan, Hezhou." Huangfu Wuji nodded slightly and asked, "What is the scenery of Lunshan, Hezhou? I have lived in the capital for a long time and am quite unfamiliar with the customs and traditions of various parts of China. Would you be willing to..." "Tell me about the interesting things in your hometown." Ni Zixiong, unperturbed, replied, "Your Majesty, my hometown is just a small town. Although there aren't many people, it has many specialties, such as ginkgo nuts and sweet pine nuts, all of which are delicious. Ginkgo nuts, in particular, grow under the Ganoderma lucidum and absorb its nutrients, so they have the sweetness of candied fruit and the nourishment of Ganoderma lucidum." Huangfu Wuji glanced at Prince Qi without showing any emotion. Prince Qi nodded slightly, indicating that what he said was correct. Huangfu Wuji smiled slightly and said with great satisfaction, "Hearing what you've said, Minister Ni, I'm quite eager to try these ginkgo nuts." Ni Zixiong said, "If Your Majesty likes them, I'll have my fellow villagers collect ginkgo nuts and present them to Your Majesty." Huangfu Wuji waved his hand and said, "No rush. I won't be greedy for words. My heart is still unresolved, and nothing tastes good to me." His words were pointed, and the scene immediately fell silent. "Minister Ni, Minister Chen, you are both highly skilled in martial arts. Are you willing to share my burdens?" The two men's faces darkened, and they forced themselves to reply, "All land under heaven belongs to the emperor. We are his subjects, and it is our duty to share his burdens." Huangfu Wuji gave a mysterious smile and said, "You two are indeed loyal and patriotic. Drink with me first!" With that, he raised his cup, and the two men, not daring to delay, hurriedly drank the wine. Huangfu Wuji laughed heartily, also raising his cup and drinking it dry, then holding the jade cup in his hand and examining it closely. The emperor remained silent once more, and no one dared to breathe. Long Hui had experienced Huangfu Wuji's political tactics before, among which the most frequently used was this kind of silent psychological pressure, constantly eroding people's will and spirit in a silent environment. Ordinary people would collapse in no time. Suddenly, Huangfu Wuji spoke up, "Actually, it's not a difficult matter. I just want to borrow your heads!" Before he finished speaking, he threw his cup to the ground, and the jade cup shattered with a crisp sound. Immediately, a series of hurried and heavy footsteps came from all around Mingjing Hall, and hundreds of axemen poured out from the side hall, instantly surrounding the crowd. Huangfu Wuji sneered, "Ni Zixiong, Chen Feng? No, I should call you 'Peerless Man' and 'Mohou Luojia'!" The two men's faces darkened. Ni Zixiong cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, normally a subject must die if the ruler commands it, but we know nothing of the origins of 'Peerless Man' and 'Mohou Luojia.' Please, Your Majesty, understand!" Huangfu Wuji sneered, "Peerless Man, oh Peerless Man, you've been clever all your life but made a fool of yourself this time. Who describes their hometown like they're writing an essay?" Ni Zixiong said, "Your Majesty, please understand. This humble subject only wanted Your Majesty to better understand Lunshan, so I tried to use concise language!" Huangfu Wuji said, "Do you really think I'm a fool? If you were truly innocent, you would have already knelt on the ground begging for mercy. Why all this rambling nonsense? Aren't you just trying to use verbal sophistry to prevent me from finding evidence against you, thus letting you go?" "Unfortunately, I am the Emperor. Since I have determined you to be traitors of the Haotian Cult, I will not let you go!" Huangfu Wuji said coldly, gesturing for the executioners to seize the two men. Ni Zixiong laughed heartily, his true power suddenly erupting. Chen Feng followed suit, gathering his energy and preparing for a desperate fight, but his power dissipated halfway through. Huangfu Wuji snorted, "Don't think I won't use poison in front of all the ministers. The imperial wine you drank was already laced with energy-dissipating powder. To deal with you traitors, the methods must be even more ruthless!" Ren Wushuang forcibly suppressed the poison, gathering all his true energy, vowing to fight to the death. He burst forward, pouring immense power into his palm; Mohou Luojia echoed him, unleashing his strongest power, seeking only a final blow. The two combined their energy in a single attack, but it was the pinnacle of their power. The attack reversed the flow of energy, causing thunder to surge. "Protect the Emperor!" King Qi's expression changed drastically. He was about to intercept them when Huangfu Wuji gently waved his hand: "No need!" As soon as he finished speaking, a golden aura emanated from Huangfu Wuji's body. It was supple and viscous. The two Haotian Sect members' desperate moves vanished without a trace when they collided with the aura. They didn't even touch the table in front of Huangfu Wuji before they were silenced! The military officers were all experts who cultivated both internal and external skills. They secretly admired Huangfu Wuji's skill. Without moving his body or making a move, he had simply used the power of internal energy transformation to neutralize the attacks of the two Haotian Sect experts. Just looking at this level of cultivation, it was truly remarkable. Long Hui thought to himself, "Huangfu Wuji's martial arts are extremely high, having reached the peak of the Acquired Realm. However, his control over his internal energy seems to be even better than that of the Holy Mother Haotian." He had heard Chu Wanbing talk about Consort Su. Although this woman possessed powerful internal strength, her true energy was vast and complex, making it difficult to conceal. However, she might not be weak in actual combat. Among the experts he had seen who had not reached the Innate Realm, Huangfu Wuji, Lu Mingluan, and the Holy Mother Haotian were probably the leaders. But if these three were to fight, even Long Hui would not know who would be the better one, unless they actually had a life-or-death struggle, but that possibility was extremely slim.

"If a real fight breaks out, Mingluan would probably have a slight advantage. After all, she possesses multiple martial arts techniques and is aided by the Xuanmei Soul-Stealing Technique. Even a master of innate cultivation would suffer. Huangfu Wuji is more precise in controlling and allocating his internal energy, while the Holy Mother Haotian has lived in the oppressive palace for many years, which has worn down her spirit. She might be weaker..."

The two's strength was increasingly dissipating. Mohou Luojia was the first to give in and collapsed to the ground with a thud. Ren Wushuang struggled to keep herself from falling, but her breathing became increasingly labored, and cold sweat poured down her face. She was then tightly bound by the axe-wielding men who rushed forward! Huangfu Wuji snorted and said, "Qiu Qing, how is the task I ordered you to complete?"

Qiu Baifei stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, as Your Majesty instructed, I mobilized troops during the imperial examination period and wiped out all the strongholds of the Haotian Sect in Jiangnan. We captured more than 300 members of the sect and seized a considerable amount of gold, silver, treasures, grain, and weapons!"

Huangfu Wuji snorted, "Storing grain in Jiangnan is clearly an attempt to seize my granaries. These rebels are truly despicable!"

Ren Wushuang's eyes widened suddenly, his anger blazing. He was about to shout curses when the executioners beat him to it and stuffed his mouth with a rag.

Huangfu Wuji sneered, "You took advantage of the martial arts tournament to extend your reach into Jiangnan. I can also use the imperial examination as an opportunity to lure out your fools, combining feints and real attacks to wipe out your den!"

Prince Qi led the chant in unison, "Your Majesty is wise! Long live the Emperor!"

Huangfu Wuji flicked his sleeve and said, "Throw these two traitors into the Heavenly Prison. They will be executed along with Gui Mingya in ten days!"

The executioners, upon receiving the order, tied the two up and escorted them away.

Finally, Eunuch Wang instructed the soldiers escorting them to feed the two men a powder that could dissolve their inner energy, weaken their muscles and bones, and make them unable to muster any strength. However, it had to be taken regularly, otherwise, once the effects wore off, the poisoned individuals would gradually recover.

Long Hui deduced Huangfu Wuji's intentions from the properties of the powder—if these two were also crippled like Gui Mingya, Cang Shitian would definitely give up decisively. However, Huangfu Wuji deliberately left this escape route, intending to lure the Haotian Sect to rescue them.

"Now that the Haotian Sect's resources and power have been severely damaged, losing two such key elites would be a significant blow to Cang Shitian. He will definitely try every means to rescue them... In these ten days, the guards of the Heavenly Prison must have been loose on the outside but tight on the inside. Huangfu Wuji has probably already set a trap, just waiting for Cang Shitian to fall into it!"

Prince Qi said, "Father, now that the top scholar and the third-ranked scholar are both imprisoned, should we let people take their places according to their ranking?"

Huangfu Wuji said, "No need. It was already my oversight to let the Haotian Sect take the top scholar title. Since I have made a mistake..." "If you've made a mistake, then you must admit it. Sending someone from below to replace you is just a cover-up, a cowardly act. Therefore, I have decided that this year's martial arts examination will only have a runner-up!"

Long Hui secretly praised, "Although Huangfu Wuji is extremely cunning, he has the courage and magnanimity to take responsibility. No wonder he can exert the greatest extent of imperial power amidst the scrutiny of the three religions, and even subtly surpass them!"

Huangfu Wuji laughed heartily, "Today's events are a very bad omen. Well then, let's leave it at that and use a happy event to dispel the bad luck."

The ministers were also taken aback. What happy event could there be at this time? "A few days ago, the Empress mentioned to me that she wanted to act as a matchmaker for General Bai."

Huangfu Wuji looked at Bai Lingyu with a smile, "My brother, the Prince of Xia, has an only daughter, titled Princess Yaoying. She is sixteen years old, beautiful, well-educated, and polite. What do you think, General Bai?"

Bai Lingyu's face darkened slightly. He couldn't refuse, nor could he agree. He was caught in a dilemma.

Long Hui was inwardly both amused and exasperated. What on earth was going on? A cousin marrying another cousin? It was utterly absurd.

Bai Lingyu sighed helplessly and could only say, "This humble subject is but a rough and uncultured warrior. I'm afraid I'll have to trouble the princess."

Huangfu Wuji laughed and said, "It's alright. The young princess greatly admires heroes and valiant men. A general as brave and fierce as you is a perfect match for her."

Seeing that she couldn't refuse, Bai Lingyu had no choice but to agree, "This humble subject thanks Your Majesty for your

grace!" Huangfu Wuji laughed and said, "Very well, I will have the astrologer choose an auspicious day for you two to tie the knot!"

After leaving the palace, Bai Lingyu walked dejectedly toward her residence, while Long Hui accompanied her.

After taking a few steps, Bai Lingyu frowned and said, "This is so annoying! Why is this old geezer insisting on giving Huangfu Yao to me?! Long Hui, you better think of something!"

Long Hui suppressed a laugh and said, "General Bai, Princess Yaoying is a beauty of unparalleled grace and is truly your perfect match!"

Bai Lingyu's eyebrows shot up in anger, and she snapped, "You, surnamed Long, are you trying to drive me crazy?!"

Seeing his grinning face, Bai Lingyu became even angrier, clenching her fists tightly: "I'll make you pay before I die of anger!" "I'll smash your stinking head first!"

Long Hui hurriedly tried to persuade her, "Little Yu'er, calm down. There doesn't seem to be a wedding date this month. Besides, royal weddings are never taken lightly. Just preparing the dowry and bridal sedan chair takes ten to fifteen days. So there's still plenty of time. Let's think of a way to find a recent opportunity to cancel this marriage."

Bai Lingyu finally calmed down. The two walked along Guoyun Street. In the middle of the street, they saw a restaurant surrounded by people.

Long Hui glanced at the signboard and saw the four large characters "Numerical Theory Restaurant" on it. He couldn't help but wonder, "This name is really strange."

He saw a notice posted on the doorpost, which read: "The owner of this small shop is fond of numerology and wishes to make friends with numerology masters from all over the world. Therefore, he has left three numerology problems here. Whoever can solve one problem can eat and drink at the shop for a year without paying a penny. Whoever can solve two problems can eat and drink for three years for free and will also receive a thousand taels of silver. Whoever can solve all three problems can eat and drink for free for life and will also receive a large mansion in the south of Yujing City, plus a thousand taels of gold!"

"What a generous gesture! Who is the owner of this shop? How can he be so generous?"

Bai Lingyu also clicked her tongue in admiration.

Long Hui chuckled, "In this capital, besides Sister Die, a heroine among women, who else could offer both a house and gold?"

Bai Lingyu was taken aback, frowning, "What exactly is Sister Die up to?"

Long Hui said, "I mentioned to her the other day that I wanted to use the imperial examination to find mathematical masters among the talented scholars, to brainstorm and work together to decipher the Gong family's musical score. But I was always troubled by how to identify these masters. In the end, Sister Die was brilliant; a generous reward will surely attract brave men, and money can lure these mathematical masters out."

Hearing everyone busy with the matter of Consort Bai, Bai Lingyu couldn't help but feel a pang of unease. A warm breeze blew, but some doubts remained. Someone asked, "Then why post the notice today of all days?"

Long Hui replied, "If it were posted earlier, those talented scholars would be busy preparing for the exams and wouldn't have time for anything else. If it were posted later, those who failed would probably have already left the capital. So we chose today to post the notice, ensuring it won't affect anyone's exams and won't miss anyone. As for those who passed the exams, they will need to remain in the capital until they are granted official positions. And arranging official positions usually takes more than a month each year, so we don't need to worry about that. Besides, once the notice is posted, those who passed will be eager to come and solve the problems."

"Hey, hey, quickly bring out the problems! This young master will solve them!"

The onlookers couldn't contain themselves any longer, and many wanted to solve the problems.

The innkeeper chuckled, "Gentlemen, please be patient. There's no rush to solve this puzzle. My master has given me a riddle as an appetizer. Only by solving this can you solve the three main problems, and today's food and drink are all on the house."

"Alright, alright, enough talk, bring me the riddle quickly."

The innkeeper smiled slightly and had someone bring out another sheet of white paper, on which was written: "Today we have one rooster, worth five coins; one hen, worth three coins; three chickens, worth one coin."

"If you have 100 coins to buy 100 chickens, how many roosters, hens, and pheasants are there?" The shopkeeper then said, "If any of you have the answer, please come to me and whisper it to me. Don't let any imposters hear!"

After a moment, several scholars stepped out from the crowd and whispered their answers to the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper smiled slightly and ordered the waiter to take them inside for a meal.

After watching for a while, Long Hui pulled Bai Lingyu over. Bai Lingyu was slightly taken aback and thought to herself, "This kid knows numerology too?"

Thinking this, she couldn't help but look at him with newfound respect.

The innkeeper asked with a smile, "Gentlemen, are you here to solve the riddles too?"

Long Hui replied, "No, we brothers are hungry and thought we'd like to get something to eat at your shop, and also watch the excitement. We wonder if the innkeeper..."

The innkeeper smiled obsequiously, "What are you saying, sirs? Our shop is open for business. Although solving riddles is free, there's no reason to turn away business that comes knocking. Please come in!"

Bai Lingyu nearly fainted from anger. This kid really only knew how to flirt with women, besides fighting and killing.

The two sat down at a table, glancing around. They noticed that the scholars who had solved the riddles were all sitting on the west side, while those on the east side were customers who had paid to eat and drink.

After a while, seeing that no one could solve the "Chicken Old Man" riddle, the innkeeper came in to greet those who had solved it.

The innkeeper ordered someone to lower a white cloth from the beam, on which three riddles were written.

If the introductory questions were merely appetizers, then these three questions were veritable delicacies, but even these delicacies were not for everyone.

The first arithmetic problem involved calculating the amount of soil used for filling and excavation of a water conservancy dam, as well as the operation of the river channel and the direction of water flow. The second problem was a continuation of the first, requiring the calculation of the allocation of funds and grain, and the wages of laborers, based on the first problem. It was extremely difficult, and everyone shook their heads, utterly helpless. The third problem was even more difficult, involving the movement and position of the sun, moon, stars, and constellations. It included the creation of heaven and earth, the positions of heaven and earth that had already been combined, and finally, the deduction of the numbers of heaven and earth that had not yet been combined. This problem was an evolution of numerology into astronomy, ever-changing, reversing yin and yang, truly the ultimate calculation among calculations.

Bai Lingyu whispered, "Who set these questions? They seem very difficult."

Long Hui laughed, "Wuhen set them. As the priestess of the Panlong Sacred Vein, she not only has to pray to heaven and earth and divine good and bad fortune, but also has to calculate the direction of sea breezes and ocean currents from the movement of the sun, moon and stars, and guide fishermen to fish at the right time to avoid disasters such as raging waves. This numerology is the most basic method."

Bai Lingyu chuckled, "This last question must be Wuhen's old specialty. She directly uses astronomy, making it very mysterious. I wonder how many people will be scared to death."

Long Hui and Bai Lingyu appeared at the numerology restaurant every day under different identities, and after sitting there for two days, no one could solve these three numerology questions.

On the third day, Long Hui and Bai Lingyu, each disguised as burly men, were drinking alone in the shop when two men entered, loudly proclaiming, "Shopkeeper, we've heard you have three math problems here, and that whoever solves them will be rewarded with a thousand taels of gold and silver. Is that true?"

The shopkeeper smiled and replied, "Please come in, gentlemen. My owner has indeed set such a rule."

The man on the left, with a small mustache, chuckled, "We don't care for this mansion or gold; we just want to see how difficult these math problems are."

The shopkeeper pointed to a white cloth, saying, "The math problems are right there. Please take a look."

The man on the right, in a purple robe, gazed intently, and after a moment, slightly... The man in the purple robe laughed, "I can solve this problem!"

The shopkeeper ordered someone to present his calligraphy. The man in the purple robe picked up the brush and wrote down the answer on the paper, saying, "Is this answer correct, shopkeeper?"

The shopkeeper replied, "Indeed, young master, you are very talented and have indeed solved the first problem. I wonder if you can solve the remaining two problems?"

The man in the purple robe glanced at the second problem and smiled wryly, "I am not afraid of water, earth, or wood, but handling money and grain is not my forte." The man

with the mustache laughed, "This problem will be left to your humble brother."

The man in the purple robe laughed, "Excellent! You are used to managing money and grain every day, so this problem should not be difficult for you!"

The man with the mustache began to write and solved the problem in no time.

The innkeeper exclaimed happily, "You two are truly remarkable guests! Our shop always keeps its word. Please wait a moment, and we'll present your reward shortly!"

The man with the mustache waved his hand, saying, "No need. We solved these two problems together; they weren't particularly clever. And as for the third problem, we were also unable to solve it. We are truly ashamed to accept this reward!"

The innkeeper said, "You two are too kind. May I ask your names?"

The man in the purple robe said, "I am Lu Zhao, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Works." The man

with the mustache said, "I am Li Ze, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue."

The innkeeper hurriedly ordered someone to bring fine tea and said with a smile, "So you are two esteemed ministers. Please forgive our rudeness!"

Lu Zhao smiled and said, "You're too kind, innkeeper." "We brothers have been dealing with numerology for years, yet we were completely stumped by your questions, sir. We had to work together to solve just two. How shameful!"

Li Ze said. "I greatly admire your brilliant questions, sir. May I ask if you could introduce us so we can learn from you how to solve the last one?" Bai Lingyu

sighed softly, "Wuhen's questions are too difficult. Even the officials from the Ministry of Works and the Ministry of Revenue could only solve the first two. I wonder when someone will solve the third one."

Just then, the sound of gongs and drums came from outside. Bai Lingyu looked out and saw a crowded and noisy street.

Long Hui laughed, "Today is the day the new top scholar parades through the streets. No wonder it's so lively."

The sound of gongs and drums grew closer. Looking from the doorway, Xue Le was seen wearing a red robe, a tall hat, a red flower on his chest, riding a fine horse, looking triumphant.

Upon arriving at the Mathematics Restaurant, Xue Le stared intently at the notice on the doorpost. Suddenly, ignoring his entourage's astonishment, he dismounted and strode into the main hall.

Everyone was taken aback. Xue Le looked up at the three mathematical problems on the white cloth, his brow furrowing and relaxing intermittently. Suddenly, he smiled, clapping his hands and exclaiming, "Excellent problems! Please, innkeeper, lend me your pen and ink!"

Who dared disobey the newly appointed top scholar? The innkeeper hurriedly ordered pen and ink to be brought.

Xue Le picked up the brush and ink, his spirits soaring, seemingly even more excited than if he had just become the top scholar. He quickly wrote, filling sheet after sheet. After about half an hour, he let out a long breath and laughed, "Such brilliant problems! I was

almost stumped!" This statement surprised everyone.

The innkeeper bowed and said, "Scholar, have you perhaps solved these three problems?"

Xue Le smiled and handed over the answers.

Li Ze and Lu Zhao also curiously leaned over to watch, and couldn't help but clap their hands in admiration. The calculation method was truly ingenious and perfectly executed.

The shopkeeper was overjoyed and bowed, saying, "It is my great honor to have the top scholar enlighten us today. I wonder if the top scholar has the time to meet my master tonight?"

Xue Le replied, "I also admire your master greatly; how could I refuse such an invitation!"

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Thank you for your honor, top scholar. Tonight, at the turn of the hour of the Rooster and Dog, my master will host a banquet in this restaurant to entertain the top scholar!"

Li Ze and Lu Zhao also introduced themselves to Xue Le, and were even more impressed by his numerology. Xue Le politely returned the greeting and went out to continue the complicated street parade.

Long Hui couldn't help but sigh, thinking to himself, "I didn't expect this bookworm to be so compatible with me. Tonight, let's see how Wuhen tests this top scholar's numerology skills."

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