Shen Xue's Midnight Embrace Actually Carrying a Shocking Secret

The night was as dark as ink.

In the Yanshan Secret Realm, the Great Zhou camp was as bright as day.

The Imperial Guards had a sentry every three steps and a post every five steps. Outside, there was a rune artillery position, and inside, the royal ancestors took turns standing guard. The spies of the Eastern and Western Depots shuttled back and forth, making the marching camp look like an iron turtle shell.

Let alone a person, even if a fly wanted to secretly fly in and out, it would have to register the length of its wings with Wei Zhongxian first.

At this time, inside the central army tent.

Hot steam rose.

A huge medicinal bath copper tub was placed behind the screen. The medicinal liquid in the tub glowed with a faint golden luster, and a strong medicinal fragrance mixed with a hint of spicy breath filled the surroundings. Wang Hao leaned lazily against the edge of the tub, the lines of his shoulders, neck, and arms looming in the hot mist, looking as comfortable as a tiger that had just eaten its fill.

The eight palms of the Heaven-imprisoning Earth-overturning Palm played during the day were indeed satisfying, but the aftereffects were also really not small.

When it comes to bursting above one's level, being cool is temporary, but being weak is real.

"Dog system, you're generous when giving martial arts, why don't you include a side-effect-free manual?"

Wang Hao closed his eyes, cursing in his heart.

"After playing the eight palms, I almost performed an emperor's death in the valley on the spot. Fortunately, the pretense was established, otherwise after showing off today, I would have to be carried back to the capital."

"Your Majesty, is this strength okay?" Beside him, two charming maids were blushing, carefully kneading his shoulders.

"Well, it'll do." Wang Hao responded lazily, but a playful arc curled up at the corner of his mouth. "However, the main event tonight is not you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Huatian's extremely effeminate and cold voice suddenly came from outside the camp tent.

"Stop. Without His Majesty's verbal edict, no one is allowed to approach the imperial tent. Miss Shen, please go back."

Immediately after, it was Shen Xue's cold voice with a bit of urgency: "Step aside! I have a top-secret matter of utmost urgency to see Wang Hao! This matter concerns the life and death of the entire Great Wilderness!"

Outside the tent, Yu Huatian's hand was already on the hilt of the Embroidered Spring Sword, and his astral qi was hidden but not released. To him, let alone the Saintess of the Ice and Snow Divine Palace, even if it was the Heavenly King, as long as Wang Hao didn't speak, daring to take a step forward would mean death.

This was the difference between Yu Huatian and Wei Zhongxian. If Wei Zhongxian were here, he would definitely call her Consort Shen and have someone bathe and change Shen Xue's clothes.

"Huatian, who is outside."

In the bathtub, Wang Hao slowly waved his hand and dismissed the two maids. "In the middle of the night, the Saintess takes the initiative to throw herself into my arms, how can I have the heart to shut her out?"

"Your Majesty, Miss Shen of the Ice and Snow Divine Palace requests an audience."

Wang Hao didn't even lift his eyelids: "So late?"

The voice of the eunuch outside the tent was even lower: "Miss Shen said there is an important matter concerning the... Demon Suppression Stele in the secret realm during the day."

Splash.

The medicinal liquid made a soft sound.

Wang Hao finally opened his eyes, a glint flashing past.

Here it comes.

The phrase "The Demon Suppression Stele cracked" at the Weapon Burial Terrace during the day really blew out this iceberg Saintess.

He was originally still wondering whether to find an excuse to test Shen Xue. He didn't expect the other party to be the first to sit still.

"Let her in."

"Yes."

A moment later, the tent curtain was lifted.

Shen Xue, dressed in white, walked into the tent, her figure cold, her eyebrows like frost, like a handful of snow falling into this steaming camp tent.

Then the next second, she froze all over.

Because as soon as she looked up, she saw the well-defined figure behind the screen.

The mist was dense, and the sound of water rippled slightly.

Wang Hao was actually taking a medicinal bath!

"You—"

Shen Xue's earlobes almost instantly turned a light red, and even her tone lost its usual bone-chilling coldness. "Wang Hao! You... can't you put on your clothes before seeing people?"

A lazy chuckle came from behind the screen.

"Miss Shen secretly meets the Son of Heaven late at night, I thought the matter was so urgent that even putting on airs and clothes could be skipped."

"What, you came in a hurry, but I have to put on airs instead?"

Shen Xue almost choked to death on this sentence.

What do you mean by secretly meeting the Son of Heaven late at night?

What do you mean she came in a hurry?

Obviously, she came to talk about serious business, but being told by this bastard abruptly brought out an indescribable ambiguous meaning.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Shen Xue gritted her teeth, trying hard to suppress the shame and anger in her heart. "I came because of the phrase 'The Demon Suppression Stele cracked' during the day."

"If this matter wasn't too important, I would never see you alone at night."

"Oh?"

Wang Hao was still unhurried. "Then it seems to be a big deal indeed. In that case, Miss Shen might as well sit down and talk slowly. I can't be anxious for you in the medicine tub, can I?"

Shen Xue closed her eyes.

She finally understood now. When dealing with this dog emperor, the most taboo thing is to be led by his rhythm. The more anxious you are, the more leisurely he is; the more serious you are, the less serious he is; the more you want to finish talking quickly, the more he likes to grind you slowly.

But unfortunately, she really had to say this matter.

Shen Xue took a deep breath and simply turned her back, saying coldly: "Then I'll make a long story short."

The corner of Wang Hao's mouth curled up.

Very good.

Messing up her mentality first and then talking about serious business often saves a lot of unnecessary testing.

"Speak, I'm listening."

Shen Xue was silent for two breaths before speaking slowly:

"In the royal palace's library pavilion, I read a fragmented ancient sheepskin scroll. The scroll recorded that at the end of ancient times, an anomaly of a level nine great viciousness appeared in the Great Wilderness, named—Abyssal Eye Nightfiend."

As her words fell, the hot air in the tent seemed to quiet down for a moment.

Wang Hao's face remained unchanged, but his heart jumped fiercely.

Here comes the key intelligence.

Shen Xue continued:

"The ancient book wrote that the Nightfiend was not an ordinary living being, nor was it a mutation after a martial artist entered demondom, but a level nine anomaly between 'disaster' and 'spirit'. It fed on fear, evil thoughts, killing intent, and divine soul rifts, and could pollute martial arts will, twist sanity, and even constantly rebirth through flesh and blood and residual thoughts."

"Back then, countless top powerhouses besieged it and suffered heavy casualties. Finally, a Martial God used himself as a guide, combined with several ancient giants, to dismember the Nightfiend and suppress it in several dead ends separately."

"The so-called 'Martial God corpse' of the Crimson Moon Demon Sect is not a simple remains at all, but one of the carriers of one of the seals."

Speaking of this, Shen Xue's voice was obviously tight.

"That is to say, the thing in the hands of the Crimson Moon Demon Sect is not a serendipity."

"But a disaster that could explode at any time."

Wang Hao slowly leaned against the edge of the tub, his fingers gently tapping the wooden edge.

On the surface, he frowned slightly, as if he was shocked by this secret.

But in fact, his heart was already blooming with joy.

Good, very good.

Finally confirmed.

What the Crimson Moon Demon Sect is holding is not a treasure, but a bomb.

And a super doubled version.

Previously, the system prompts and ancient scrolls were only circumstantial evidence. Now that Shen Xue has completely filled in the clues, the logical closed loop is complete.

A Martial God corpse seals the Nightfiend's remnants.

Now a warning of "The Demon Suppression Stele cracked" pops up from the depths of the Martial God Secret Realm.

What does this mean?

It means this is not a single point accident.

This is an ancient chain explosive package.

And the most wonderful thing is—the Crimson Moon Demon Sect, Heaven's Secret Pavilion, Heavenly Dao Alliance, and that group of people probably still think they are fighting for serendipity.

Fight.

Fight more.

It would be best if they fought to the bitter end.

"So you suspect that deep within this Martial God Battlefield, something related to the Nightfiend is also sealed?"

Wang Hao finally spoke, his tone perfectly solemn.

Shen Xue nodded. "It is not a suspicion. It is almost a certainty."

"The residual will from earlier today only said five words—the Demon Suppression Stele has cracked."

"If this was not a sealing ground, that ancient expert who left behind the residual will would not have specifically given this warning."

She turned around and looked at the folding screen, her tone growing increasingly serious.

"Wang Hao, this matter cannot be treated as a child's game."

"I can ignore how you normally mess around or scheme against people. But if a fragment of the Nightfiend's body truly escapes, it will not just be the Great Zhou Dynasty—the entire Great Wasteland will be in danger."

Wang Hao nodded repeatedly as he listened.

"Makes sense."

"Makes a lot of sense."

Seeing him uncharacteristically cooperative, Shen Xue was momentarily taken aback.

But in the next second, the voice from behind the screen slowly drawled out,

"So what you mean is, this bomb now has two detonation points."

"One is with the Crimson Moon Demon Cult."

"And the other is right in front of me, deep within this secret realm."

"Then things are even easier to handle."

Shen Xue frowned. "What do you mean 'easier to handle'?"

Wang Hao narrowed his eyes, revealing an extremely dangerous smile.

"Because what I am best at is throwing bombs right into other people's faces to explode."

Shen Xue was speechless.

She knew it!

This bastard's mind did not contain the words "seal immediately and guard strictly" at all! His first reaction was always how to scheme against others!

"Do not do anything reckless!"

Shen Xue raised her voice a few notches. "This is the remnant body of a level-nine vicious anomaly, not some ordinary hidden weapon! If anything goes wrong, no one will be able to clean up the mess!"

"I know."

"If you know, then why are you still—"

"That is exactly why I cannot shoulder it myself."

Wang Hao interrupted her, his tone so calm it almost sounded like a matter of course. "When the sky falls, you naturally find someone taller to hold it up. Is Xie Wujiu not great at calculating? Does the Heavenly Pavilion not love using the world as their chessboard? If I do not make him take the blame for this, would it not be a waste of his talents?"

Shen Xue was completely speechless.

She took a risk coming here tonight with the intention of warning Wang Hao about the severity of the situation. It would be best to immediately stop venturing deeper into the secret realm, and even consider sealing the entrance and gathering experts to set up defenses.

Who knew that after listening, this dog emperor's train of thought would immediately veer toward how to deliver the Nightfiend's remnant body to Xie Wujiu.

Would a normal person think like this?

No.

But this was just so very Wang Hao.

And the most terrifying part was that she actually vaguely felt there might really be room to pull this off.

Just as her mind was in turmoil, the sound of water suddenly came from behind the screen.

Immediately after, Wang Hao walked out from behind, wearing a loose outer robe. His black hair was slightly damp, and his expression was lazy, yet his gaze was terrifyingly sharp.

Shen Xue subconsciously took half a step back. "What... what are you coming out for?"

"To talk business."

Wang Hao walked to the desk, picked up a brush, and swiftly wrote out two documents.

"The news you brought is very important. Important enough to determine the entire Great Zhou's upcoming layout against the Crimson Moon Demon Cult, the Heavenly Pavilion, and even this secret realm."

"Therefore, I cannot just rely on your word."

"What do you mean?" Shen Xue grew vigilant.

Wang Hao pushed the paper over, smiling gently.

"Sign a blood contract."

Shen Xue's expression changed slightly. "What did you say?"

"Mutual secrecy, mutual resistance against anomalies."

Wang Hao enunciated every word, sounding so high-sounding it was infuriating. "Such a shocking secret, once leaked, will surely plunge the world into chaos. As the Son of Heaven of Great Zhou, I naturally cannot allow any unstable factors to exist."

"Thus, you and I shall establish a contract. The contents of our discussion today must never be disclosed without mutual consent."

"Furthermore, if a disaster related to the Nightfiend breaks out, your Ice Snow Divine Palace must advance and retreat together with Great Zhou, and must not sit idly by."

Shen Xue stared at the document, her chest heaving with anger.

"Wang Hao, you are taking advantage of the situation!"

"How can you call it taking advantage?" Wang Hao looked innocent. "This is called risk-sharing, a community with a shared destiny. Besides, you were sent here by the Ice Snow Divine Palace to be my concubine; we are already a family."

"Did you not say the entire Great Wasteland would be in danger? If that is the case, your Ice Snow Divine Palace cannot just be responsible for sounding the alarm without contributing any effort, right?"

"Besides, I will sign it too."

As he spoke, he swiped his fingertip, and a drop of blood fell onto the contract paper.

A faint blood-red light flashed, and the contract runes took shape.

Shen Xue ground her teeth in anger.

She knew this dog emperor was doing it on purpose.

First, he used an ambiguous scene to mess with her mind, then he coaxed out intelligence, and finally, he took the opportunity to completely bind her and the Ice Snow Divine Palace to Great Zhou's war chariot.

Yet, she could not completely refuse the contents of this blood contract.

Because what she said was indeed the truth.

If it truly involved the Nightfiend, no one could remain aloof.

"You really are..." Shen Xue stared at him, and after a long while, she finally squeezed out through gritted teeth, "Shameless."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"Who is complimenting you!"

"If it is not a compliment, then it is an acknowledgment of my abilities."

Wang Hao smiled cheerfully. "Sign it, Xue'er. The sooner you sign, the sooner you can rest easy. You do not want to have made a wasted trip tonight, do you?"

"Do not call me that!"

"Alright, Miss Shen."

"..."

In the end, Shen Xue still bit her fingertip and left her mark on the blood contract.

The contract runes lit up, then split into two and sank into their bodies.

The contract was formed.

Wang Hao was completely satisfied.

Very good.

Now, this Holy Maiden of the Ice Snow Divine Palace had provided intelligence and had her stance half-bound to him.

This wave tonight was a guaranteed profit with no loss.

And right at the moment the blood contract was completed, a system prompt suddenly rang out in his mind:

"Ding! Detected that key hidden information integration is complete."

"Ding! Secret Realm Intelligence Updated: Deep within the Martial God Battlefield, there exists one of the remnant body fragments of the Abyssal Eye Nightfiend."

"Ding! Current Status: The damage to the Demon Suppression Stele is worsening, and the remnant body's activity is slowly recovering."

Wang Hao's pupils shrank.

Just as expected.

It was not just related; it was a direct hit on a fragment of the main body.

This place really had a remnant body of the Nightfiend buried in it!

Seeing his expression change, Shen Xue's heart instantly tightened. "What is wrong?"

Wang Hao looked up at her and suddenly smiled.

That smile sent a chill down Shen Xue's spine.

"Nothing."

"I just suddenly felt that Xie Wujiu's luck has been pretty good lately."

"I was just worrying about what grand gift to give him."