26: Conquering the Frost God

Di Yan released her chin and stood up, looking down at her with an extremely indifferent voice:

"There is no need to look at Us with such eyes. Being able to catch Our eye and enter Our Harem is your good fortune, and even more so, your honor."

After saying that, he raised his hand to pull Lu Xueqi up, while he turned and sat upright on the edge of the bed.

Lu Xueqi was completely unable to resist his strength and sat on his lap involuntarily, her hands even subconsciously wrapping around his neck.

"You... let me go!"

She struggled to stand up, but her cheeks flushed due to this intimate posture.

Di Yan tightly held her waist with one hand, not letting her break free.

With the other hand, he gently stroked her cheek, his fingertips slowly sliding down along her neck, reaching toward the jade belt at her waist.

Feeling Di Yan's movements, Lu Xueqi's whole body trembled violently, and her eyes instantly grew moist.

Her voice trembling slightly, she asked softly: "Aren't you... afraid that I will betray you in the future?"

Di Yan leaned close to her ear, his voice carrying absolute confidence:

"We are the Emperor. In this world, there is nothing We desire that We cannot obtain, including your heart. Even if you are unwilling now, you will surely be willing in the future."

His hand landed on Lu Xueqi's jade belt, and with a gentle flick of his finger, the knot securing the belt came undone.

"We will make you understand that staying by Our side is the most correct choice of your life."

The jade belt drifted to the ground, landing on the red carpet beside the bed.

Lu Xueqi felt a chill all over her body as the collar of her Phoenix wedding robe slightly parted, revealing a glimpse of the bright red chemise underneath.

Di Yan's breath drew closer and closer to her neck, the warm air making her unable to stop trembling.

She closed her eyes in despair, and tears finally slid down from her eyes.

One hour.

Two hours.

One day.

Two days.

Until the third day.

Only then did Di Yan's campaign finally come to a temporary halt.

Lu Xueqi went limp in his arms and fell into a deep sleep.

Even though there was hatred in her heart and she still wanted to curse him, she didn't have half the strength to sustain it.

She was too tired, tired to the marrow of her bones.

Even her consciousness became blurred, unable to tell if she had fainted or truly fallen asleep from exhaustion.

Di Yan looked down at her pale little face, his lips curling into an arc filled with the desire for control.

After three days, he finally had the results he wanted.

[Name: Lu Xueqi]

[Cultivation: Saint Realm First Layer]

[Forbidden Identity: Profound Frost Divine Venerable]

[Awakening Status: Not Awakened]

[Status: Pregnant]

[Luck Interception Progress: 0.01%]

[Interception of Fated Child of Luck: Qin Fan]

[Reincarnation Identity of the Child of Luck: Dark Night Divine Venerable]

[...]

A moment later.

Di Yan stood before the bed, his tall frame wrapped in a neat Black-Gold Dragon Robe, forming a sharp contrast with the mess on the bed.

He tossed aside the imperial edict in his hand, turned around, and walked toward the palace doors.

The moment he turned, Lu Xueqi's eyelashes on the bed fluttered slightly, and she slowly opened both eyes.

She watched Di Yan's receding figure, and the tears in her eyes slid down once more.

"Qin Fan, I'm sorry."

As her voice fell, an overwhelming weariness struck again. She could no longer hold on; her eyelids grew heavy, and she fell asleep once more.

At the same time.

In a boundless, dark underground location.

Qin Fan, who was sitting cross-legged and Cultivating, suddenly opened both eyes, a flash of indiscernible panic appearing in them.

"How is it possible? Someone is actually able to intercept my Luck!"

"Impossible!" He whispered to himself, his tone filled with disbelief. "Even if my cultivation hasn't recovered yet, my Luck has always been protected by the power of my past life. Ordinary people can't even touch it, so how could someone intercept my Luck?"

With a grim face, he formed hand seals with his fingertips, wanting to calculate the interceptor's identity, but his current Realm simply couldn't support such a deduction.

"Damn it, who is it!"

Qin Fan's fists clenched tightly, his knuckles making a faint sound.

For Cultivators, Luck relates to growth speed, the abundance of Opportunity, and even the upper limit of future achievements.

Now that his Luck was decreasing bit by bit, the Opportunities he would encounter in the future would only become fewer and fewer.

If this continued, let alone restoring his Peak cultivation from his previous life, it was uncertain whether he could even leave this world.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

"Forget it for now. Although the other party can intercept my Luck, with the blessing of my past life's power, the speed of interception should be very slow."

"As long as I Cultivate during this time, once I find this person in the future, I can solve everything by simply killing them."

"The most important thing now is to help Emperor Cang restore his cultivation."

While speaking, he turned his head to look at the Soul body floating nearby.

This Soul body, which was originally illusory and transparent, was now slowly becoming solid under the nourishment of spiritual light.

"The essence blood has been found. Once his Primordial Spirit reaches Perfection, he can undergo Tribulation to reform his Physical Body."

Qin Fan looked toward the Void Realm, his voice carrying a hint of tender concern: "Xueqi, are you doing well now?"

"Don't worry, I've been following the news from the outside world. Once news breaks that Emperor Yan wants to marry you, regardless of whether Emperor Cang has recovered or not, I will go to save you."

As his voice fell, he slowly closed his eyes and re-entered his Cultivation state... Inside the Su Ying Manor.

A voice carrying a hint of impatience came from deep within the manor: "Xiao Die! If you don't come out now, you're going to be late!"

"Coming, coming!"

Immediately after, a hurried set of footsteps came from a bedroom.

Then, with a "creak," the door was suddenly pushed open, and a woman dressed in white rushed out.

"General, I'm here."

Su Ying stepped forward, grabbed her hand, and led her outside, grumbling as they walked:

"Look at you, always dawdling every time we go to see Your Majesty. If this continues, watch out or I'll report you and have Your Majesty punish you!"

Xiao Die didn't argue, letting Su Ying pull her along as they walked quickly toward the Imperial Palace.

The two passed through layers of palace paths. Seeing that it was still early for the appointed time, Su Ying finally slowed her pace.

Inside the Imperial Palace, except for Your Majesty and a few specially permitted people, others were not allowed to use their cultivation to travel and could only walk.

"Xiao Die, don't you usually talk a lot? Why are you so quiet today?"

Su Ying turned her head in confusion to look at the person beside her, but just as she took a look, she froze in place.

She only then realized that Xiao Die had dressed up exceptionally beautifully today, even faintly possessing a grace that was not inferior to her own.

Xiao Die was wearing a moon-white long dress, its hem embroidered with fine silver patterns that seemed to flow like moonlight as she walked.

Her temperament was even more cold and peerless, her face exquisite, with a hint of aloofness between her brows that kept people at a distance, making her seem like a different person from before.

"Xiao Die, you—why did you suddenly dress up like this today?" Su Ying's tone was full of surprise.

Xiao Die looked toward the Imperial Study, a hint of indiscernible expectation flashing in her eyes:

"I haven't seen Your Majesty for several years. Since I finally have the chance to see him this time, I naturally have to dress up properly."

She tilted her head to look at Su Ying, her voice cold: "General, didn't you also dress up today?"

Su Ying looked down at her own casual clothes and nodded hesitantly: "I did indeed."

She always felt that today's Xiao Die bore a resemblance to someone, but she couldn't recall who it was for a moment.

Before she could think further, Xiao Die's voice came again: "General, we've reached the Imperial Study."

Su Ying snapped back to her senses, no longer dwelling on it, and nodded slightly to the eunuch in front of the hall.

Seeing this, the eunuch hurriedly turned and entered the Imperial Study to announce them.

Not long after, a sharp voice came from within the Imperial Study: "Summoning—Su Ying and Xia Die for an audience!"