201: You can't go anywhere.

"Eldest Senior Sister, did you break your brain during seclusion?"

"Revered Master is a person, not your private property."

"You want to clear the mark I left? That depends on whether you have the ability!"

"Exactly!"

Although Su Hongling had been intimidated by that imperial pressure just now, she quickly snapped out of it.

She pulled the giant sword from the ground again and shouldered it, an unyielding flame burning in her red eyes.

"I've also wanted to try for a long time—is your Imperial Dao Dragon Qi tougher, or is my Law of Strength tougher!"

"I want to help too!" Chu Weiwei hid behind the others, clutching a handful of unknown poisonous powder, her gaze sinister. "Eldest Senior Sister looks very hard to kill right now... perfect for testing medicine."

Ye You licked her lips, countless dark green vines faintly emerging from the Void Realm behind her, her wild eyes fixed on the dragon robe Cold Moon wore.

"That golden dragon... looks delicious."

For a moment, the atmosphere in the Hall of Mental Cultivation was tense.

The four Junior Sisters, who had just joined forces to slay a god, formed a united front once again, pointing their weapons at their Eldest Senior Sister, whom they hadn't seen in a hundred years.

Facing four waves of killing intent capable of destroying heaven and earth.

Cold Moon did not move.

She didn't even lift an eyelid.

She continued to hold Su Lin's wrist, even finding the leisure to use her other hand to tidy his slightly messy collar.

"So noisy."

She spoke two words flatly.

Then, she slowly turned her head.

Her deep eyes swept over the four Junior Sisters before her.

There was no anger, no wariness, not even a hint of emotional fluctuation.

Only a kind of high-and-mighty indifference, as if looking at a group of ignorant children.

"Kneel."

Boom!!!

As those two words were spoken, the entire Canglan Floating Continent seemed to tremble.

An indescribable, golden, terrifying weight crashed down from the hall's ceiling without warning.

It was no ordinary Spiritual Pressure.

Crack!

The originally incredibly hard warm jade floor was instantly covered in spiderweb-like cracks.

"Ugh!"

Su Hongling felt her shoulders sink, as if an ancient divine mountain had pressed directly onto her back.

Her Mahayana Stage Physical Body, which she took pride in, actually let out the sound of bones popping under the overwhelming pressure of the world's momentum.

Her knees buckled violently, nearly forcing her to kneel.

"Hold... on!!"

She roared, golden light flashing all over her body as she propped herself up with her giant sword, stubbornly enduring the pressure, though blood leaked from the corner of her mouth.

Luo Ximei's situation was no better.

The phantom of the Demon God behind her had barely appeared before it was forcibly suppressed by the pervasive golden light; as if encountering a natural enemy, it let out a wail and dissipated.

"Is this... the Imperial Path?"

Luo Ximei's face was pale, and bloody tears flowed from her platinum right eye. She tried to mobilize her True Immortal Origin to resist, only to find that this power wasn't targeting her body at all, but was directly suppressing her Divine Soul!

Cold Moon's voice echoed in the hall, carrying an irresistible will.

"Here, my word is the law of heaven."

Thud!

Chu Weiwei was the first to give in, her knees softening as she knelt heavily on the ground.

Before she could throw her poisonous powder, it was pressed back into the bottle by the pressure, and even the bottle was crushed into powder.

"Wuwu... so heavy... Weiwei can't get up..."

With just a single word.

Four peerless Prodigies were suppressed!

This was Cold Moon's current strength.

By harnessing the national destiny and merging with the Imperial Path, she was an invincible god on this land of Southern Yu!

"Now, are you quiet?"

Cold Moon withdrew her gaze and looked back at Su Lin.

Her expression shifted instantly; the overbearing aura that transcended all living beings vanished, replaced by a nearly morbid tenderness and obsession.

"Revered Master, look."

She pointed at the Junior Sisters who were pinned down and unable to move, speaking with a smile.

"They are too noisy, always interrupting us."

"Let them kneel there and reflect for a while. Let's... go attend to our business."

Looking at his eldest disciple, who was both familiar and strange, Su Lin felt a chill down his spine.

She was too strong.

This sense of oppression was even more suffocating than that of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage Wu Tian from before.

Because Wu Tian was reasonable.

But Cold Moon... she followed "rules."

Her rules.

"Cold Moon."

Su Lin took a deep breath, the astral power within his body slowly circulating to counteract the encroaching Imperial Path pressure.

"Release them first."

"Release them?"

Cold Moon tilted her head, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.

"Why?"

"They were disrespectful to me and to Revered Master. According to the laws of the Divine Dynasty, they should be executed."

"I only made them kneel; that is already an act of special mercy for the sake of our shared sect."

"They are your Junior Sisters!" Su Lin said, his tone sharpening.

"So what if they are Junior Sisters?"

Cold Moon's expression turned cold.

She let go of Su Lin's hand, slowly turned around, and walked up to Su Hongling.

At this moment, Su Hongling was gritting her teeth, her face flushed as she stubbornly held on; her legs were trembling, yet she still refused to kneel.

"Second Junior Sister."

Cold Moon looked down at her, reached out, and lightly flicked the giant sword.

Clang!

A crisp sound rang out.

Su Hongling felt an irresistible force surge through her, and the giant sword that had been supporting her body was instantly knocked from her hand, flying into a corner of the hall.

Without support, Su Hongling could no longer hold on.

Bang!

She knelt heavily on one knee, the warm jade floor beneath it instantly shattering.

"You..." Su Hongling trembled with rage, tears welling in her eyes. "You bully! If you have the guts, don't use this damn national destiny and fight me one-on-one!"

"Childish."

Cold Moon commented indifferently.

"Power is power, regardless of its type."

"You have nothing but brute strength and don't know how to leverage momentum. Is this all the progress you've made in a hundred years?"

She reached out a finger to tilt up Su Hongling's chin, looking at her small face covered in dirt and defiance.

"Before, when Revered Master was here, I was the Eldest Senior Sister. I had to yield to you and protect you."

"But now..."

Her gaze swept over everyone.

"I am the Empress of Southern Yu."

"What I want is absolute obedience."

"Especially..."

She turned around and returned to Su Lin's side, two golden flames burning in her eyes.

"On the matter of Revered Master's ownership."

"Whoever dares to reach out their claws, I will chop them off."

She grabbed Su Lin's waist.

This time, it was no longer a probe, but a blatant declaration.

"Shut your mouths."

Without looking back, Cold Moon simply waved her sleeve coldly at the four Junior Sisters who were still struggling and roaring behind her.

Boom!

The Imperial Path's golden light transformed into four golden walls of light, sealing them in place and completely cutting off all sound.

The world was finally quiet.

She no longer looked at anyone. Using her strength, she picked Su Lin up by the waist—just as Su Hongling had done before, but her movements were more domineering and unquestionable.

"Revered Master, let's go."

"To a place where it's just the two of us."

With a thought, the warm jade floor beneath her feet split open, revealing a passage paved entirely with liquid gold.

Carrying Su Lin, she stepped in, and her figure instantly vanished into the golden light... Deep within the Southern Yu Imperial Palace.

This was no longer the Hall of Mental Cultivation, but an independent bedchamber floating directly above the Imperial City's earth veins.

This was the Forbidden Ground of the entire Nanyu Divine Dynasty, the place where Cold Moon usually went into seclusion and rested.

Thud.

Su Lin was tossed, none too gently, onto an extremely large bed.

This bed was no ordinary wooden bed; it was carved from a single piece of "Soul-Soothing Warm Jade," translucent milky white and emitting a gentle warmth.

Around the bed hung bright yellow shark-silk curtains, each bead adorning them a priceless Night-Luminous Pearl from the Eastern Sea.

It was the height of luxury, but also the height of loneliness.

Just as Su Lin tried to prop himself up, a heavy pressure followed.

Cold Moon leaned over him.

She didn't take off her complex and heavy dragon robe; instead, she let the hem, embroidered with nine golden dragons, spread across the bed like a golden net, trapping Su Lin firmly within.

"Revered Master..."

She propped her hands on either side of Su Lin's head, her deep eyes reflecting only his shadow.

"Did you know?"

"During these hundred years, every night as I lay on this bed, looking at this empty palace, do you know what I was thinking?"

Su Lin looked at her.

At this moment, although Cold Moon still wore her Empress attire, the layer of ice in her eyes seemed to be melting, revealing the fragile, paranoid, and even somewhat manic Soul beneath.

"I was thinking..."

Her fingers lightly brushed across Su Lin's cheek, her fingertips cold.

"If only I could capture Revered Master and lock him on this bed, so he would only look at me day and night... how wonderful that would be."

Su Lin sighed and tried to mobilize the astral power within him, only to find that the Space Law here was extremely peculiar.

The entire Star-Plucking Tower was sealed by an even grander power.

Here, Cold Moon was the absolute Dominator; even one at Mahayana Stage Perfection would have their strength reduced by thirty percent.

Cold Moon chuckled softly, her laughter tinged with desolation.

She straightened up and spread her arms; her dragon robe moved without wind, and the nine golden dragons seemed to come alive, letting out silent roars in the Void Realm.

"Since Revered Master has stepped into my territory, then you are... my subject, my citizen, my private property."

With that, her gaze fell upon Su Lin's neck once more.

There, the three glaring marks still remained.

Su Hongling's bite mark.

Chu Weiwei's vine.

Luo Ximei's mandarava flower.

"So dirty."

Cold Moon's gaze turned cold instantly; that hint of fragility vanished, replaced by an emperor's violence.

"My Revered Master must be flawless."

"The marks left by these trash... must be cleared."

Su Lin groaned, cold sweat instantly breaking out on his forehead.

This power was too overbearing!

It was like an invisible scraper, forcibly gouging out Su Hongling's residual blood qi, Chu Weiwei's poison catalyst, and Luo Ximei's Devilish Qi from his skin, flesh, and even his bone marrow!

Replacing them with brand new, glittering golden brands.

It was a pattern of a coiling golden dragon, its head held high, imprinted exactly upon Su Lin's collarbone; the dragon's eyes were majestic, appearing both noble and tinged with a forbidden sensuality.

"Look."

Cold Moon withdrew the imperial seal, looking at her masterpiece with satisfaction.

She lowered her head and gave the golden dragon mark a light kiss.

"It's clean now."

"Now, you only have my scent on you."

"This is how you should be."

Su Lin panted heavily, the intense pain subsiding slightly.

Looking at his eldest disciple who was completely immersed in her own world, instead of fear, a nameless fire rose in his heart.

"Have you had enough?"

Su Lin's voice turned cold, carrying the unique authority of a Revered Master.

"Does stamping a mark prove that I am yours?"

"Cold Moon, when did you become so childish?"

"Childish?"

Cold Moon paused and slowly raised her head.

In those deep eyes, golden flames flickered as if she had heard a joke.

"Revered Master thinks this is childish?"

"Very well."

She stood up abruptly and tore off the Twelve-Tasseled Imperial Crown from her head; her ink-black hair cascaded down instantly, spilling over the bright yellow dragon robe and adding a touch of wild beauty.

"Then I shall do something mature."

Rip!

A sharp sound.

The Starlight Dharma Robe Su Lin wore was actually torn open by her bare hands!

"You..." Su Lin was startled.

Cold Moon pressed down, her hands pinning Su Lin's shoulders firmly; her eyes burned with a desire enough to incinerate all reason.

"Then today, I shall exercise my imperial right."

"I shall... favor you."

This was not a negotiation.

This was a notification.

Cold Moon's fingers slid down Su Lin's chest, her nails grazing his skin and sending shudders through him.

"I guarded these ten thousand miles of territory and this cold throne just so that one day, I would possess the power to imprison you."

She leaned in close to Su Lin's ear, her voice low and raspy, carrying a suffocating pressure.

"I want the whole world to know that the high-and-mighty Supreme Su Lin now belongs to the Empress of Southern Yu."

"I will lock you in this Star-Plucking Tower, belonging only to me day and night."

"You can't go anywhere."

"And don't even think about escaping."

As she spoke, the surrounding space began to solidify.

Countless golden chains extended from the four corners of the bed.

Clink! Clink!

This scene was absurd, yet filled with a sacred sense of oppression.

Cold Moon looked at the bound Su Lin, the sense of satisfaction in her eyes nearly overflowing.

"So beautiful..."

She praised.

"Revered Master, the way you look now is even more enchanting than when you broke ten thousand laws with a single sword strike."

She reached out and untied the belt of her dragon robe.

The heavy dragon robe slid off, revealing the pure white silk inner garment beneath, with its graceful curves faintly visible.

"Revered Master, you taught me to give my all in everything I do."

"So..."

She leaned down, her red lips only a fraction of an inch away from Su Lin's.

"This time, I won't hold back either."