Watching her husband with bleeding eyes and continuous screams, Murong Qinghong felt a sharp pain in her chest due to anger.
Shangguan Youyun, Shangguan Youyun, what exactly does that woman have over me!
Murong Qinghong's beautiful face twisted into a ferocious expression as she shrieked the question, a clear teardrop slipping from the corner of her eye.
Unfortunately, at this moment, Xing Yunjun was like a wild beast, roaring in pain, completely ignoring Murong Qinghong's questioning.
Enough, why waste my temper on a waste like you.
Murong Qinghong slowly let out a breath, wiped her tears, and looking at Xing Yunjun's miserable state, actually felt her heart soften again.
She took out a pill bottle from her sleeve, lifted Xing Yunjun's chin with her hand, and gently sprinkled the medicinal powder onto his eyes.
The elixir from the Immortal Sect would restore Xing Yunjun's sight within three days.
Murong Qinghong looked at Xing Yunjun and said with a leisurely smile: "Don't you like Shangguan Youyun? That girl's soul has already been imprisoned by me. Next, she will become my new flesh!"
Now, she was already over forty years old.
No matter how skilled she was at preserving her youth, the day would come when she aged.
When she met Shangguan Qianqian, Murong Qinghong had already begun to feel jealous.
To put it bluntly, Shangguan Qianqian was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen, her looks even surpassing her mother, Shangguan Youyun.
Back then, wasn't it precisely because of this face that Xing Yunjun was utterly bewitched and driven out of his mind by that vixen!
If she looked exactly like Shangguan Youyun, would Xing Yunjun have chosen her instead?
This answer was already impossible to know.
Xing Yunjun stared blankly at Murong Qinghong.
With his current mental state, he could no longer understand what this woman was saying.
Murong Qinghong glanced at Shangguan Qianqian and said coldly: You, go out and wait.
Yes!
Shangguan Qianqian's face was expressionless as she turned and slowly left the dungeon.
Then, the dull look in her eyes actually regained its liveliness.
Shangguan Qianqian had not been controlled.
It was the pendant engraved with the character "Cheng" on her chest that had played a role, resisting Murong Qinghong's soul impact.
Shangguan Qianqian's face was icy cold, her jade-like hand trembling as it clutched the pendant.
She never could have imagined why Murong Qinghong had targeted her—it was actually because of her origins.
Shangguan Youyun... Mother, so that's your name...
Shangguan Qianqian curled her lips into a smile, a sorrowful expression on her face as she spoke slowly.
So, she was originally from the Immortal Sect.
But why had she fallen to the secular world and become the Saintess of the Hehuan Sect?
Was the father Murong Qinghong mentioned still alive...
Shangguan Qianqian's eyes turned serious.
The complete answers to her origins might be found with this woman.
For now, she was only a soul controlled by Murong Qinghong, following her arrangements. Basic self-care abilities in daily life were still something she could manage.
And Murong Qinghong's commands to her had always been to cultivate, continuously using various heavenly and earthly treasures to assist her cultivation.
In just a few days, Shangguan Qianqian's spiritual power had already reached the mid-stage of Body Forging, and this momentum showed no signs of slowing down!
Shangguan Qianqian was now desperately suppressing her realm. She knew Murong Qinghong's goal was to seize her physical body.
She estimated that once she cultivated to a certain realm, the possession would happen!
A look of seriousness flashed in Shangguan Qianqian's eyes.
The top priority was to contact An Yi first.
Before being soul controlled, she had already followed Murong Qinghong out of the Heavenly Palace, letting many people know her identity as the Saintess, and she had even seen Han Liang.
She just didn't know if Han Liang had found An Yi yet.
In the dungeon.
Husband...
Murong Qinghong lifted her veil, revealing her beautiful features, and lowered her head to kiss Xing Yunjun's lips.
Her jade hands gently loosened her garments, piece by piece falling to the ground.
Her flawless, snow-white figure was exposed!
Although she was already over forty, Murong Qinghong's skin was crystalline and smooth, showing no signs of aging on her body. Compared to a young maiden, she instead possessed an indescribable mature charm.
To restore the Tian Gong's glory, relying on me alone is impossible. You won't blame me, will you?
Murong Qinghong whispered.
Then, she gave a wry smile. Never mind the mentally unclear Xing Yunjun, even the him from twenty years ago had been indifferent to her.
His eyes held only Shangguan Youyun!
It must be said, Murong Qinghong's ambitions were vast.
After gaining control of the Heavenly Palace, she wanted to control the entire Immortal Sect and had been scheming for this for twenty years.
Xing Yunjun stared blankly, unmoved by the enchanting naked woman on top of him.
Murong Qinghong placed a pill into Xing Yunjun's mouth, kissed his face, and said softly: Husband, love me...
The pill slid down his throat, transforming into boundless power that surged towards his kidneys.
In an instant, Xing Yunjun's eyes turned blood red, he panted hoarsely, his muscles bulged, and his large hands reached for Murong Qinghong's soft, snow-white waist...
At the Qingyuan Pavilion.
One after another, people from the Shura Gate had gathered, over a hundred by now.
But upon closer count, two-thirds of the people had still not assembled.
At the mountain gate, Kim Jung-ho leaned against the entrance.
These past two days, many people from the Shura Gate had arrived. The members of the Qingyuan Pavilion didn't recognize them, so he waited here to guide them in.
Today, a disheveled and dirty young man with red hair arrived at the mountain gate, shouting in a hoarse voice: Boss! I need to see the Boss!
Han Liang!
Hearing the voice, Kim Jung-ho looked over, his expression brightening with joy: But, what's with your appearance...
Han Liang at this moment looked as if he had just crawled out of the dirt.
Then, Kim Jung-ho remembered.
The potion the Boss gave this guy was supposedly some sort of... groundhog?
Had he really gained the ability to dig tunnels?
Quick, quick, take me to see the Boss! I've found traces of the Deputy Sect Leader! She's in danger!
Han Liang said urgently.
In the Qingyuan Pavilion conference building.
An Yi, Mu Qingyi, Shen Muxuan, Bai Xiu, Gu Changfeng, Ning Er, Tu Langlang, Kim Jung-ho, Wang Yue, Protector Yang...
The spacious hall was now filled with people.
The day the Tian Gong master appeared, I saw her. And then, I saw the Deputy Sect Leader. She secretly threw this to me.
As he spoke, Han Liang handed over a bamboo tube wrapped in vines.
An Yi took it, quickly opened the bamboo tube. Inside was a piece of paper with several lines of small writing.
Mu Qingyi and Shen Muxuan gathered around to look as well.
After carefully reading it, An Yi casually put the paper away and pondered: According to Shangguan Qianqian's message, the Heavenly Palace isn't an unbreakable whole either. If we want to take down the Heavenly Palace, we might need to dismantle it from the inside!
Hearing An Yi's words, everyone was taken aback.
Take down the Heavenly Palace!
Was this guy serious? That was the Heavenly Palace!
However...
If they could really take down the Heavenly Palace, then ruling the entire Immortal Sect wouldn't be far off either!
Instantly, everyone's blood began to boil with excitement again.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
