239: Chapter 239

Ji Rushuang did not have any friends in the Immortal Realm; she had always been a high-and-mighty princess, and Xuan Emperor had protected her very well, never letting her come into contact with other Immortals.

Emperor Kun was always respectful in front of her; even if his heart was filled with wicked thoughts, he still had to pretend to be very well-behaved on the surface.

"Let's just be a happy couple for three days. Once that's over, I'll have to go back to the Immortal Realm and spend my days like years in that cold palace."

"Due to a twist of fate, I was forced into the Lower Realm, and to my surprise, I met you, which added so much color to my previously monotonous life."

"I am very happy being with you, especially since you let me truly experience the joy of being a woman."

Ji Rushuang talked incessantly, even more naggy than Qing Lin; there was no one in the Immortal Realm to chat with her to relieve her boredom, and she was truly going crazy from holding it all in.

Seeing that she was about to return, she definitely wanted to pour out everything she had to say all at once.

"If I don't go back after three days, given A Kun's servile attitude, he will definitely tell my brother, and you will all be implicated."

"If fate permits, we will meet again. For these three days, just cooperate with me and let's be wildly reckless."

Ji Rushuang's face was full of earnestness; how could Xiao Bai refuse?

Happy times were always short-lived, and in the blink of an eye, the third day arrived. Early in the morning, Yan Ding sent Disciples to knock on the door, but seeing no response, they left letters behind.

Around 3 PM, Emperor Kun would arrive at Dreamscape Mountain to take Ji Rushuang back to the Immortal Realm.

Xiao Bai and Ji Rushuang stayed in the room the entire time and did not leave a single step.

The Lotus Platform Secret Realm was very safe, and the soundproofing was excellent; it was practically a natural love nest. Not to mention three days, they wouldn't be discovered even in eight or ten years.

Seeing that only a little bit remained in the hourglass, Ji Rushuang was very reluctant to accept this reality.

"Hurry up, we can still quickly review those moves from before."

Xiao Bai suddenly felt a sharp pain in his waist: "Again? How are you not tired?"

"In another hour or two, you have to go back to the Immortal Realm; I will satisfy any request you have."

Ji Rushuang slapped Xiao Bai's solid chest hard: "Good brother, you're loyal; I will always remember your kindness."

There was nothing wrong with what she said; with such deep feelings, calling him a good brother was not an exaggeration at all.

No one knew where they had gone during these three days, and the Disciples sent over dared not rashly break into the room, fearing that they would displease Ji Rushuang.

Otherwise, all their previous efforts would have been in vain, and it might even lead to them having to kowtow and apologize again.

The doorway to the room was already filled with envelopes, all of which remained unopened.

Emperor Kun had already arrived at Dreamscape Mountain. Yan Ding was jumping up and down in anxiety. He went to handle the reception first and ordered his most trusted Disciples to enter the room directly to invite Ji Rushuang to the reception hall.

At this critical moment, he absolutely could not mess up; in a fit of rage, Emperor Kun would swat Yan Ding to death.

"Greetings, Your Majesty Emperor Kun."

"No need for formalities. Quickly bring Princess Rushuang here; I am very busy and do not have extra time to stay here."

Yan Ding looked respectful: "Yes, I have already sent Disciples to invite her; please rest for a moment, Your Majesty."

"Someone, serve good tea, and bring out the talent performance."

Very quickly, a song and dance performance team composed of a dozen female Disciples got into position.

Their figures and looks were not bad, but their attire was slightly too conservative, and Emperor Kun lost interest after just a glance or two.

"Such a tacky song and dance performance is a far cry from the Immortal Realm."

"Your efficiency is too slow. I have long been impatient to see Princess Rushuang; just lead the way."

The Disciples hadn't sent back any news yet, so Yan Ding hurriedly stepped forward to cover for them; if she wasn't in the room, Emperor Kun would definitely be furious.

"Your Majesty, please be patient; the song and dance performance has just begun."

Yan Ding clapped his hands, and the dozen or so dancing girls immediately took off their outer garments, instantly changing the style of the dance to something sexy, hot, and very daring.

A grand split was enough to spark one's imagination, and Emperor Kun's eyes lit up as he stopped to watch the performance.

"Daoist Yan is thoughtful. In that case, I will wait here for a moment."

Emperor Kun returned to the guest of honor seat, sipping small cups of wine while enjoying the song and dance; when his interest was high, he would even recite a poem.

A Disciple quickly came to Yan Ding's side to report, keeping his voice very low.

"Revered Master, Princess Rushuang is not in the room. We searched the entire courtyard and found no trace of her. The patrolling Junior Brothers also didn't see the Princess slip out; it's as if she vanished into thin air."

"What? Go keep searching! If the Princess goes missing, none of us will survive."

Even though they were whispering very quietly, Emperor Kun could still hear it clearly.

He left his seat in a rage: "I want to see the Princess immediately. Daoist Yan, lead the way."

Yan Ding was in a dilemma, his face bitter: "The song and dance performance hasn't finished yet, and Her Highness the Princess is already on her way."

Emperor Kun grabbed Yan Ding by the throat and lifted him into mid-air: "You still want to deceive me? You really have a death wish. Lead the way."

"Yes, this lowly one knows his mistake."

"Wait, send these dozen or so sluts to Kunpeng Mountain secretly. I don't want people in the Immortal Realm to know."

Chapter 321: Where did the Snake Demon hide again?

Yan Ding led the way in front; he had already instructed his Disciples to go ahead and handle matters. Emperor Kun was pressing him, and if he dared to continue stalling, he would likely invite a fatal disaster.

Along the way, he was trembling in fear, terrified in his heart, praying for Ji Rushuang to appear soon.

Otherwise, the nearly one thousand Disciples of Zhu Ding Peak would also suffer. On the surface, Emperor Kun looked like a humble Young Master, but behind the scenes, he was ruthless and merciless.

"Your Majesty Emperor Kun, please slow down! Watch the steps."

Yan Ding wore a servile expression, bustling about to serve him, hoping to use this method to delay time.

Emperor Kun had long lost his patience and kicked Yan Ding in the butt: "Get lost, don't block my way."

The group rushed anxiously toward Ji Rushuang's room; Yan Ding's clothes were already soaked with sweat.

His lips turned pale, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble.

A dozen Disciples stood at the doorway, their faces gloomy, all with their heads lowered.

"What is going on with you all?"

One of the Disciples couldn't help it anymore and said aggrievedly: "Revered Master, Princess Rushuang is not in the room. We searched this entire area but found no trace of her."

Slap!

Yan Ding slapped the Disciple across the face and reprimanded him sternly: "You bastard, you can't even handle this small matter. What use do I have for you trash?"

Emperor Kun, fuming with anger, kicked open the door.

"I don't believe this nonsense; how can she just vanish into thin air like this?"

"If anything happens to Her Highness the Princess here, you will all be buried with her."

The two solid wooden doors were kicked to pieces, and Ji Rushuang happened to be putting on her last outer garment.

She threw a vase over directly: "Who is it? Get out!"

Emperor Kun was startled and immediately retreated from the room, glaring viciously at Yan Ding: "Which bastard said Her Highness the Princess was missing? Isn't she staying perfectly fine in the room?"

Yan Ding was full of question marks; he walked to the doorway to confirm, and Ji Rushuang was sitting in front of the dressing table, getting ready.

"Are you idiots all blind? Princess Rushuang is safe and sound in the room; why did you report false news time and again?"

The Disciples were all silent; they really couldn't figure out what was going on—vanishing into thin air and then appearing out of thin air.

This result was a stroke of luck for Yan Ding; he pretended to be very angry on the surface, but in his heart, he was happier than if he had eaten honeyed excrement.

"Please, Your Highness the Princess, move your carriage to the Immortal Realm."

"Daoist Yan, where did those maids go? How could it be the Princess's turn to get dressed and made up herself?"

"Yes... yes, this lowly one will arrange it immediately."

Yan Ding rang a bell, and five maids immediately rushed over to report. They scrambled to help Ji Rushuang tidy up, but they weren't as good as she was herself.

"Alright, look at how clumsy you are. This Princess can do it herself; what's the big deal?"

Yan Ding's sneaky little eyes kept scanning the room, but he didn't find any trace of Xiao Bai, only seeing the remaining half-inch of the Demon Binding Rope that hadn't been completely burned.

His heart skipped a beat, suspecting that Ji Rushuang had let Xiao Bai go, but he later dismissed this speculation.

With Ji Rushuang's current strength, she simply couldn't open the Demon Binding Rope; it was obvious that what burned the Demon Binding Rope was no ordinary flame.

The entire outer defensive barrier hadn't triggered any alarm, so it could be judged that even if Xiao Bai had broken free, he must still be hiding in this area.

The most important thing right now was to let Emperor Kun take Ji Rushuang back to the Immortal Realm; at this critical moment, absolutely no complications could arise.

After they left, he would slowly deal with Xiao Bai.

Ji Rushuang tidied her clothes and hair accessories and waved at Emperor Kun: "A Kun, let's go back to the palace."

"Yes..."

Emperor Kun respectfully stepped forward to support Ji Rushuang, full of airs. This was the temperament a noble princess should have, a world of difference from her image inside the lotus platform.

"Wait, I forgot to take something."

Ji Rushuang pointed at Yan Ding: "You, crawl under the bed and get that small lotus platform out."

Yan Ding hesitated, wanting to let a Disciple nearby do it, but he was intimidated by Emperor Kun's fierce gaze.

"Didn't you hear Her Highness the Princess? Why aren't you crawling in to get it?"

"Yes, this lowly one will go immediately."

In front of the powerhouses of the Immortal Realm, Yan Ding always maintained a servile posture, completely lacking the bearing of a Peak Revered Master, just like a servant.

He crawled under the bed in a sorry state and took out a worn-out lotus platform; it was covered in rust and tattered, small enough to be held in one hand.

He really couldn't understand; as a noble Princess, what kind of top-tier Immortal Artifacts hadn't she seen? How could she have a soft spot for such a plain, ugly thing?

Flames burned in Yan Ding's eyes as he specifically checked if it was Xiao Bai transformed, but it was just an ordinary small lotus platform with nothing special about it.

In order to better deal with Xiao Bai, Yan Ding had forcibly taken a Medicinal Pill yesterday that would grant him the Fiery Eyes of Truth for a month.

As long as Xiao Bai transformed or turned invisible in front of him, he would have nowhere to hide. There were only two such rare Medicinal Pills on Dreamscape Mountain, and the other one was in Yan Zhan's hands.

It was bestowed upon him by the Old Ancestor when Yan Ding first took the position of Peak Revered Master.