374: I will repay you for what I have given you.

The moment Lü Yingxin's figure fully emerged from the halo of the barrier, all the lowered heads bowed another three inches.

Such was her majesty in the Otherworld.

"Your Highness."

"Your subordinate has come to receive you."

The silence was broken by a clear, resonant female voice.

A woman dressed in dark green skirts stepped out from the crowd, bowing respectfully with graceful poise.

Behind her, a carriage, luxurious enough to dazzle the eyes, sat quietly.

Though called a carriage, it was more like a delicate, mobile palace pavilion.

Its entire body seemed to be crafted from some kind of warm, dark jade and openwork gilded gold. On all four sides, radiant shark-silk veils hung down, hazy and indistinct, allowing only a glimpse of an exquisitely graceful silhouette within, making it appear all the more unattainable, mysterious, and noble.

Lü Yingxin did not pause, seemingly unaware of the alien races prostrating on the ground, and walked straight toward the carriage.

Wherever she passed, the prostrate figures lowered their heads even further, as if holding their breath, fearing to cause any disturbance.

Stepping behind the light veils, she sat down elegantly.

A faint fragrance and warmth instantly enveloped her, isolating her from the chilling, murderous aura of the outside world.

"The things I requested." Her voice drifted through the veils, cold and indifferent, devoid of any worldly emotion.

"Here they are, Your Highness, please examine them." The maid quickly presented a palm-sized black jade treasure box, which contained rare Divine Soul supplements sufficient to incite bloodbaths in the outside world.

Lü Yingxin swept her gaze over them and nodded slightly.

The maid immediately closed the treasure box and respectfully placed it on the small table beside her.

Having suddenly lost two of her three souls, while her strength remained unaffected, the feeling of emptiness and loss was extremely uncomfortable.

During this period, she had to continuously consume Heaven And Earth Treasure that nourished the Divine Soul until she fully adapted.

The carriage started silently, pulled by eight strange beasts resembling Qilin with feet treading on dark flames, rising steadily into the air and heading toward the Otherworld.

Below, the voices of farewell rose like a tide, uniform and synchronized, filled with fanatical worship: "Respectfully seeing off Your Highness!"

"Congratulations, Your Highness, for successfully infiltrating the Human Race and spreading the might of our race!" The leader of the personal guards walking beside the carriage could not suppress his excitement and transmitted his voice inside, his tone filled with reflected glory.

Infiltrating?

Behind the shark-silk veils, Lü Yingxin's expression was calm, only her pair of golden pupils were as deep as an abyss in the shadows.

In her heart, however, a trace of cold self-mockery silently brushed past.

No one knew that at this moment, the Your Highness whom everyone viewed as unattainable and infallible was already a Soul Slave whose life and death could be decided by a single thought from Qin Wangchuan.

Life, death, honor, and disgrace were all tied to the hands of another.

There was no greater contrast than this.

"The price is heavy, but... everything is worth it."

Lü Yingxin closed her eyes slightly, recalling her previous conversation with Qin Wangchuan, and sighed silently.

"Whether I open my eyes or close them, it is always you; I am always immersed in a dream where you exist."

"How could I not fall in love?"

Just as he in ten thousand timelines chose to take a detour.

The Lü Yingxin of ten thousand timelines also chose to fall in love with that person.

But in truth, this love was not sweet.

Although the two fought side by side, due to differences in their philosophies and her long-standing habit of being high and mighty, which was hard to adjust, they constantly clashed.

The most serious time, Qin Wangchuan once cut off all contact with her.

Proud as she was, how could she easily give up?

The more he ran, the more she chased.

Just like that, constant friction along the way exhausted her heart and mind, and the "Concubine" status she finally obtained was nothing more than charity forced by schemes.

As for further intimacy and favor? It never existed.

In the eyes of outsiders, this might seem lowly and unbearable.

But to her, this was a dream she had barely touched after calculating every Move and chasing for half a lifetime.

Lü Yingxin dared not ask for more.

"This is enough."

She repeated softly to herself in her heart.

"...This, is enough."

The next morning, Qin Wangchuan and Li Qingluan left the academy silently, without bidding farewell to anyone.

Only before leaving, he wrote a letter to one person.

To consider the previous Karma settled.

Myriad Dao Academy, edge of the martial arts arena.

The sunlight was blinding, the sound of weapons clashing on the martial arts arena was incessant, and the air was filled with the scent of sweat and dust.

"Come on!"

Feng Jian had just finished a sparring match, panting heavily as he wiped sweat with his sleeve, shouting loudly to cheer on his companion from the sidelines.

He thought that once this match was over, he would go back and rest well; he was truly a bit tired today.

Just as he was thinking this.

A slender figure wove through the noisy crowd, walking gracefully toward him.

Wherever she passed, the clamor unconsciously quieted down, and many gazes were drawn to her, filled with admiration and awe.

It was Jiang Xuanli.

This Eldest Princess of the Central State was still dressed in cloud-brocade palace attire today, her hair coiled high, her steps composed, surrounded by an elegance and aloofness that was completely out of place with this rough martial arts arena.

With a slender figure, a stunningly beautiful face, and a noble status, she had extremely high popularity in the academy.

Appearing suddenly on the martial arts arena at this moment was like a bright moon falling into the mortal world, naturally drawing everyone's attention.

Feng Jian was watching his companion's Move on the ring when he suddenly felt the surroundings become quieter. Turning his head in confusion, he saw Jiang Xuanli walking straight toward him.

Those cold Phoenix eyes landed on him.

"Are you Feng Jian?"

Feng Jian was stunned and nodded subconsciously: "Yes... it is me."

After receiving the answer, Jiang Xuanli took out a plain-colored letter from her wide sleeves and handed it to him.

The letter was simple in style, yet it exuded an indescribable quality.

"This is a letter from Divine Son Qin for you." Her voice was steady, yet carried an unquestionable tone.

Feng Jian was completely bewildered, his fingers stiff as he took the letter, the touch slightly cool.

Divine Son Qin... writing him a letter?

How is this possible?

Jiang Xuanli handed over the letter but did not leave; instead, she slightly lifted her chin and said in a tone that was almost a command: "Open it and take a look."

She knew the person before her—Feng Jian, the Young Sect Master of the Motian Sect.

Although he had talent, it was far from enough to catch her eye.

A handwritten letter from Qin Wangchuan; this honor was too suspicious.

Jiang Xuanli was truly curious about what was written inside that thin envelope.

Before Feng Jian could respond, his companions had already gathered around, chattering: "Well done, Young Sect Master! When did you strike up a friendship with that Divine Son?"

"You're hiding your depths! Hurry up and see what it says!"

The commotion here quickly attracted more attention, and even the sparring matches on several nearby rings slowed down.

On one of the rings.

Xie Qingshang was holding dual swords, her figure like lightning, forcing her opponent to retreat step by step, already occupying the absolute upper hand.

But the moment she heard the words "Divine Son Qin", her movements suddenly stalled, and a momentary trance appeared in her eyes.

The opponent seized this fleeting opportunity and thrust a sword forward rapidly!

Xie Qingshang blocked subconsciously, but was still forced back three steps by the sword wind before steadying her figure.

"Pause for now."

She sheathed her swords, her voice somewhat hurried.

Without even looking at her opponent, she turned and leaped off the ring, walking quickly toward Feng Jian's side, her gaze locked tightly on the letter.

Jiang Xuanli narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at the girl walking over hurriedly.

Xie Qingshang.

This "Cultivation maniac" who had become crazily strong at a speed almost visible to the naked eye over the past two years always had a paranoid drive about her that even she could not see through.

Like a machine born only for Cultivation, she showed absolutely no signs of fatigue or decadence.

Only when hearing the name "Qin Wangchuan" would she reveal a moment of daze.

In summary: a woman with potential and full of danger.

"It should be given to the wrong person, right?"

Feng Jian skeptically broke the wax seal and unfolded the letter paper.