65: Chapter 65 Falling into the Trap! A Diversionary Tactic!

The Sixth Prince slowly opened his eyes.

Xiaoyao Heavenly Realm!

A Realm that so many people pursue bitterly, yet today, he had stepped into it so easily.

"Uncle Yun!" There wasn't much joy on The Sixth Prince's face; instead, it carried a trace of irritability. "Although this Blood Dragon Cultivation Technique is not bad, this... the efficiency is simply too low!"

"Those old geezers had cultivation levels at the eighth or ninth level of the Xiaoyao Heavenly Realm, yet the four of them combined only barely managed to push this Prince into the threshold of the Xiaoyao Heavenly Realm?"

He looked down at his palm, which had returned to its normal state, and his tone became increasingly dissatisfied: "If I follow the rules and devour these mediocre people, when will I ever be able to ascend to that Spirit Wandering Realm?"

"Your Highness, being greedy and reckless is a major taboo in cultivation." The silent Old Man in White beside him looked at the dissatisfied Sixth Prince, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

"The Blood Dragon Cultivation Technique is already the most suitable technique for you at present. Otherwise, how could you have broken through consecutively from the Grandmaster Realm to the current Xiaoyao Heavenly Realm in just half a year?"

"Ordinary Martial Artists, even those with extraordinary talent, cannot hope to touch the threshold of this Realm without fifty or sixty years of bitter cultivation. Your Highness should be content."

The Old Man in White's words caused the trace of dissatisfaction in The Sixth Prince's eyes to gradually dissipate.

"Moreover, Your Highness must not forget that in three days... there is still that Leader of Xuanyin Sect waiting to be devoured by you!"

Upon hearing the words "Leader of Xuanyin Sect," a hint of greed unconsciously appeared on The Sixth Prince's face.

"Uncle Yun, you are right!" He licked his somewhat dry lips, an evil light flickering in his eyes. "That woman... she possesses the rare Xuanyin Body! Her pure Xuanyin True Qi and Primal Yin Blood Qi are absolutely supreme tonics for this Prince!"

"If you can completely devour and refine that woman's cultivation and blood qi... I estimate it will be enough for Your Highness to... break through several stages and enter the fifth level of the Xiaoyao Heavenly Realm." The Old Man in White nodded toward The Sixth Prince.

"The fifth level of the Xiaoyao Heavenly Realm..." A sharp light flashed in The Sixth Prince's narrow eyes. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

But immediately afterward, he frowned again.

"Hmph! This Leng Yuexi... previously, this Prince condescended to show her all kinds of favor, yet she dared to reject me time and time again! Since she refuses the easy way, then she cannot blame this Prince for showing no mercy!" The Sixth Prince gave a cold laugh and stomped hard on a shriveled corpse on the ground.

"What a pity... such a voluptuous and moving beauty, and this Prince cannot keep her to properly... enjoy."

Thinking of Leng Yuexi's appearance, The Sixth Prince couldn't help but grit his teeth.

The Old Man in White stood with his hands down, and seeing The Sixth Prince's somewhat hideous expression, he scolded coldly: "Your Highness, remember! There are plenty of women! Your goal is only one, and that is to ascend the throne of Daqian!"

"Uncle Yun, I understand!! I lost my composure!" After taking a deep breath, The Sixth Prince finally regained his calm.

...

On the other side, Fenglin Imperial Palace.

Three hours after Xia Jin left the Fenglin Imperial Palace, a person in black took advantage of the night to sneak directly into the palace, only stopping once they reached the outside of a brightly lit side hall.

"It's right here!" The person in black directly took out a crossbow and then tied a letter to one of the bolts.

Swoosh!!

A sharp sound of breaking air suddenly rang out, piercing directly through the side hall!

Leng Yuexi, who was sitting face-to-face with Jiang Rou, suddenly had a sharp light flash in her eyes. She reached out her right hand and caught the crossbow bolt directly between two fingers!

A letter was tied to the shaft of the bolt.

"Who dares to be so insolent in the Imperial Palace!" Leng Yuexi shouted coldly, grabbed the bolt, and burst through the window directly toward the direction the bolt had come from!

After a few leaps, she saw a person dressed in black tight-fitting clothes with a black mask lying by a corner. Black blood was flowing from the person's seven orifices, their breath was gone, and they still held a crossbow in their hand; clearly, they had already taken a lethal poison.

"Hmph! A Death Soldier!" Leng Yuexi's face was as cold as frost, her eyes burning with rage.

At this moment, Jiang Rou also caught up: "Revered Master, what happened? ...Is this a Death Soldier?"

Leng Yuexi said nothing, directly untied the letter from the bolt, and unfolded it to read.

It was the same paper as the letter from earlier today, and the content written on it caused Leng Yuexi's expression to change.

"If you want to save Jiang Qianjue, come to Xuanyin Sect in three days!"

"What!!" Jiang Rou leaned in to look, and her face also darkened, "So, that move during the day was to lure the tiger away from the mountain? Deliberately leading Prince Jin to Xiguan City?!"

"Rou'er, listen to me." After a moment of silence, a flash of determination appeared in Leng Yuexi's eyes. "I suspect that something has already happened to the Xuanyin Sect! Otherwise, the person behind this would never have us return there!"

"Revered Master, then we now..." Jiang Rou couldn't help but frown.

"There is no time!" Leng Yuexi gripped Jiang Rou's arm tightly. "Rou'er, you wait here in the Fenglin Imperial Palace and don't go anywhere! If my husband returns, tell him immediately that I have already headed to the Xuanyin Sect!"

Before her voice had even faded, Leng Yuexi's figure flickered, turning into a purple light that soared into the sky, disappearing from Jiang Rou's sight in an instant.

"Revered Master! Revered Master!!" Jiang Rou chased after her for a few steps, calling out to the empty sky, but there was no response.

"This is a trap!!" The night wind blew, and Jiang Rou felt a trace of chill on her face, then a thought flashed through her mind. "The person they are targeting isn't Fenglin, nor is it Prince Jin, it's Revered Master!"

"Prince Jin... you must come back quickly!" Jiang Rou clutched the letter tightly, her heart filled with extreme anxiety.

...

Jiang Rou returned to the side hall and sat on the soft chair by the window, clutching the letter tightly in her hand.

She didn't dare close her eyes, or even lose focus for a moment, for fear of not being able to hand the letter to Xia Jin the moment he returned.

Amidst the torment, finally, just as dawn was breaking, a familiar aura appeared outside the side hall.

Jiang Rou stood up abruptly and rushed toward the hall door with the letter in hand.

"Prince Jin!" Jiang Rou's voice carried a hint of urgency, and the moment she saw Xia Jin, she forcefully shoved the letter into his hand. "Quick! Go to the Xuanyin Sect! Save Revered Master! Revered Master left last night! She left last night!"

Xia Jin suddenly frowned, scanning the contents of the letter, "What happened? Explain clearly."

"It was a lure-the-tiger-away-from-the-mountain! We've all been tricked!" Jiang Rou spoke very quickly. "Last night, a Death Soldier sneaked into the palace and shot this letter. Revered Master determined that something might have happened to the Xuanyin Sect, so she went there alone!"

As soon as her voice fell, the letter in Xia Jin's hand silently turned to dust.

"Stay here and wait for my return!"

Leaving only these few brief, cold words, Xia Jin's figure had already vanished from the spot.

"With my speed, I should still be able to make it in time..."