Now both Princesses belonged to the Holy Sect.
The fake one sat in the royal palace waiting for the Red Crow to walk into the trap, while the real one was used as a tool, playing her part in setting things right.
One played the good cop, the other the bad, easily bringing the entire dynasty and Sacred Beast under control.
How could they possibly lose?
“Lord Holy Son, your strategies are divine. I am in awe. Tong’er acted clever on her own and nearly ruined the grand plan.”
“Ah, it’s enough that you understand my pains taking effort. For the Holy Sect, I pour out my heart and soul, sacrificing everything, my loyalty shining as bright as the sun and moon!”
Yun Liu let out a long sigh as he strolled through the courtyard garden with Ling Tong.
Even the Little Demoness had to praise the artistry of their performance.
This way, not only did they save their strength, but they also avoided alerting the powerful figures of the Heavenly Concord Alliance.
By the time those so-called righteous sects realized it, the Red Crow had already been subdued by the Holy Sect and refined into a Guardian Sacred Beast.
“Little Ling, have you reached the first level of the Soul-Capturing Grand Technique?”
Yun Liu asked casually, adopting the tone of a superior, probing for information.
“Reporting to the Holy Son, I think it’s the Sixfold Realm?”
The Little Demoness pondered briefly before answering.
She hadn’t seen the real Ling Tong in years, either.
You don’t even know the level of the demonic technique you’ve cultivated yourself?
Yun Liu was speechless, rubbing his hands together as his true intention quickly surfaced—to steal the Skin-Changing Art.
“Think so? Ling Banner Master is too modest. And what about this Skin-Changing Bone-Transforming Art? It’s a peerless technique that can completely change a person’s form from the inside out. How come I’ve never heard of it?”
Speaking of the Skin-Changing Blood Art, a hint of pride flashed in Ling Tong’s eyes.
“This is a lost technique of the Ghost Artisan, which I happened to find traces of by chance. If the Holy Son wishes to learn, I can teach you.”
“That would be wonderful.”
A demonic blood art not even recorded in the strategy guides—a must-have for travel and home defense!
Now, in Yun Liu’s eyes, Ling Tong was already a dead person.
Once the Golden Crow Saint descended, she would be buried under the Red Crow’s burning feathers.
He had to squeeze her value dry while he could.
Speaking of the Ghost Artisan, one couldn’t avoid mentioning the tattered page Qin Yidao had stolen.
He was both the author of the Alchemy Manual—revered as a holy scripture by demonic alchemists—and the greatest traitor of the Shanhai Pavilion’s Radiant Heaven Tower.
A thousand years ago, it was the heyday of the demonic sects, suppressing the Heavenly Concord Alliance across the vast Nine Provinces, nearly plunging the cultivation world into an era devoid of spiritual energy.
The Ghost Artisan played a crucial role.
Regarding the Alchemy Manual’s mysterious encounter at the Pavilion of Peaks and Forests, Yun Liu made no attempt to hide the truth from the “dead” Ling Tong, claiming to have gained insight into the mysteries of the Heavenly Dao Alchemy Master, and shamelessly calling himself a disciple of the Ghost Artisan.
The Bloodthirsty Banner had covered up witnesses all the way to undercover agents—no wonder the Little Demoness saw it as friendly fire.
“So the Alchemy Manual’s missing page really is in your hands!”
Ling Tong exclaimed in shock, all doubts finally cleared from her mind.
Chi Jiu died at the hands of Ji Shiyu, and Ji Shiyu was Yun Liu’s apprentice. She had always suspected as much.
Who would have thought that fate would make Yun Liu a Heavenly Dao Alchemy Master, inheriting the Ghost Artisan’s mantle and taking up the title of Bright Sovereign.
Ling Tong’s eyes sparkled, her gaze upon the white-robed youth growing ever more fervent, as if destined by heaven to assist him in leading the Eight Banners and unifying the Nine Provinces.
“Too similar.”
Yun Liu couldn’t help but praise her again.
Ling Tong crooked her finger and, imitating Jing Tan’er’s posture, put her hands on her hips and laughed loudly.
“Oh ho ho, want to touch it? When it comes to feel, I’m quite confident. Even a couple sharing the same bed daily wouldn’t notice the difference.”
“So impressive?”
For the sake of academic research, Yun Liu didn’t waste words and reached out directly.
In the next second, Ling Tong froze as if struck by lightning—this damned brat really leaned over and weighed the heavy fruits hanging on the tree.
With the real Princess, he was hesitant and restrained.
With the fake one, he struck boldly!
“I didn’t tell you to touch there!”
Ling Tong’s face turned dark, her silver teeth almost shattering.
To think a dignified Saintess was groped by a little Foundation Establishment brat!?
Though it was someone else’s skin, the body was still her own, and the sensation was so real—he kneaded and squeezed without hesitation!
“Oh, sorry, couldn’t help myself.”
Yun Liu pursed his lips.
For a Flag Master of the Soul-Capturing Banner, she had to be hundreds of years old—why so stingy?
Second Mother was still the best!
“They say that in every generation, the Bright Sovereign, due to cultivating the Minghuang Divine Art, bears a powerful and unquenchable holy flame that can hardly be satisfied. Only the Saintess of the Night Black can withstand it.”
Ling Tong clutched her chest, glancing sideways at the laughing, sword-wielding young women in the courtyard, and teased,
“No wonder there are so many beauties around the Holy Son. So being an undercover agent for the Divine Glory was a lie—enjoying the Yunhai Fairies is the truth!”
From a professional perspective, even though the girls’ cultivation was ordinary, their foundations and physiques were of the finest quality.
Xiao Xinran was fiery, wild, and hard to tame—the most nourishing fire spiritual root.
Jing Tan’er, cold outside but soft within, melted in the mouth, her body carrying the Golden Crow Bloodline and Royal Dragon Qi.
Qin Yao was gentle and charming, appearing dignified but growing more passionate the deeper her feelings ran.
As for Ji Shiyu, she was extraordinary—a celestial beauty whose spiritual root surpassed the mortal realm, her spiritual essence so abundant even demonesses would be tempted.
Dual cultivating with her through the Hehuan Dual Cultivation Method would certainly bring rapid advancement!
All four were first-class, outstanding furnace vessels.
Yet Yun Liu actually managed to subdue them all?
The Sect Master sent you to infiltrate the Yun Sea—not to seduce the whole sect!
“……….”
Yun Liu sighed and looked up at the sky in silence.
To be honest, he’d been feeling overheated lately and had almost lost control with the Princess.
The Minghuang Divine Art was fierce and domineering, perfectly matched with the Ming Guang Body Refinement.
But the side effects were significant; combined with the Tianxing Method, his yang energy was explosive!
Not to mention, he was still a virgin.
Sister Qin had yet to enter his household, his master’s Sword Heart Demon Seed remained in quantum entanglement, and he still didn’t know how to explain things with Tan’er to Qin Yao.
Seeing this, Ling Tong’s expression grew absurd.
“Holy Son…could it be you’re still a Weier?”
“What do you know! This is Raising Gu—I nurture them day and night with unique Spiritual Medicine, so that when the time comes, I can harvest the Dao and feed it back to myself! When the time is ripe and they’re plucked one by one, I can’t even imagine how much the Minghuang Divine Art will advance!”
Yun Liu scolded sharply, as if his tail had been stepped on.
Ling Tong tried hard to suppress her laughter, mumbling in agreement.
“Holy Son is wise. Still, livestock are livestock—don’t develop feelings.”
“You need to teach me about dual cultivation? Ling Banner Master, you seem lively—should we go to the room and try a few moves first?”
Yun Liu glared at Ling Tong.
This Little Demoness didn’t even realize she was already on the chopping block.
In a few days, there’d be no more sweet juice for her!
The fake Princess whistled and said nothing.
Someone was getting anxious, but she wouldn’t say who.
In the end, still just a kid.
This new Holy Son was kind of cute~
***
Days passed quietly in Yudu, though under the surface, turbulence brewed.
Jing Tan’er had completely let loose, starting her own quest to rewrite the tragedy of a fallen nation, while the impostor became a caged bird, kept by Yun Liu in the Palace of Swine.
The most troubled was likely Geng Zhi, who squatted by the gates of the Court of Blossoms each day, sighing.
He could only watch helplessly, keeping his worries to himself, left with no choice but to trust the Princess and the Prince Consort.