154: Chapter 154 The Azure Kite Returns to Its Heart, Planting the Most Vicious Spy in the Upper Realm

A dark red blood shadow submerged into Qing Yuan's brow. Qing Yuan's body stiffened violently.

Deep within her Sea of Consciousness, the originally calm space surged with turbulent waves.

As soon as Zi Yun's true spirit touched that golden ocean of memories, a white-gold rune manifested out of thin air.

The rune circulated with a supreme will. Destructive fluctuations locked onto the dark red blood shadow, intending to crush it directly.

Zi Yun let out a muffled groan, black blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, her delicate body teetering.

An Immortal King-level Restriction, even just an instinctive counterattack, far exceeded the limits of what she could currently bear.

"Husband..." Zi Yun's voice trembled, and cracks appeared on the blood shadow in the Sea of Consciousness.

"With me here, the sky will not fall."

Su Yun's eyes were icy, his right hand suddenly reaching out, five fingers pressing directly onto the crown of Qing Yuan's head.

The burial heaven token vibrated in mid-air.

The Origin power of the Lower Realm's Heavenly Dao surged along Su Yun's arm, violently pouring into Qing Yuan's Sea of Consciousness.

This was the Lower Realm. Su Yun mastered the plane's Law; he was the absolute Dominator of this world.

The grey-black Heavenly Dao Origin transformed into an invisible giant hand, grabbing that flashing white-gold rune.

The will attempted to resist, erupting with blinding brilliance.

But in the face of the weight of the entire Lower Realm plane, this bit of water without a source could not stir up any waves.

"Stay put." Su Yun coldly commanded.

Crack.

The light of the white-gold rune was forcibly extinguished, dimming once more as it fell into a deep slumber.

Outside, Zi Yun let out a long breath, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and a hint of morbid excitement flashed in her eyes.

"Husband is mighty! Next, leave it to Yuner."

She refocused her spirit.

In the Sea of Consciousness, the drop of dark red blood shadow lost its obstruction and instantly exploded.

It transformed into billions of extremely fine red tentacles, silently piercing into the depths of Qing Yuan's memories along the golden seawater.

The red tentacles did not destroy any memory images; instead, like a seamstress, they tampered with the edges of the images.

In the memory of Qing Yuan's childhood training in the Xiao Family, an illusory shadow was implanted by the tentacles.

That shadow was high and mighty, mastering life and death.

As time passed, the face of this shadow gradually became clear, turning into Su Yun's face.

Her loyalty to Xiao Ninger and her sense of belonging to the Xiao Family were stripped from the core by the tentacles bit by bit, replaced by absolute submission to Su Yun.

The underlying logic of her subconscious was completely reshaped.

Su Yun was the supreme Master, and Zi Yun was the Mistress.

The Xiao Family was merely a stepping stone that the Master would need to trample upon in the future.

Zi Yun stood to the side, her fingers trembling slightly, precisely guiding the process.

This work was extremely draining on her mind.

If the movements were too large, it would awaken the dormant rune.

If the movements were too slow, Qing Yuan's Primordial Spirit would collapse from the inability to withstand the rejection.

Two hours passed.

The magical power fluctuations within the underground palace gradually subsided.

The air was filled with the burnt smell of scorched Souls.

The Star River Chains clattered to the ground.

Qing Yuan lost her support and collapsed onto the black stone floor tiles, covered in blood, her long hair disheveled.

Zi Yun let out a long breath, leaning back into Su Yun's arms, her face pale to the point of transparency.

"It's done." Zi Yun's voice was weak, the blood-colored flower mark at the corner of her eye dim and lusterless, yet her mouth carried a smile of extreme satisfaction.

Su Yun held her waist, channeling a gentle stream of spiritual power into her body.

Qing Yuan's fingers on the ground moved.

She slowly opened her eyes.

In the pupils that were originally filled with hostility and arrogance, a trace of extremely hidden dark red flashed, then quickly returned to clarity.

Qing Yuan climbed to her feet with slightly stiff movements.

The sound of bone misalignment echoed in the silent underground palace.

She did not use immortal power to heal her injuries; instead, indifferent to the pain of her Physical Body, she meticulously tidied up her tattered and messy cyan battle armor and skirt.

Then she walked to Su Yun, bent her knees, and knelt heavily in the pool of blood.

She folded her hands on the ground and touched her forehead to the back of her hands.

This was an unreserved and humble kowtow.

"Your Servant Qing Yuan, greets the Master, greets the Mistress."

Her voice remained cold, but her tone revealed a fanaticism and piety that came from the depths of her Soul.

The high and mighty Nine Heavens Profound Immortal was now more docile than a pet dog.

Su Yun leaned on the grand chair, fingers tapping the armrest.

"Look up."

Qing Yuan raised her head as instructed. There was no struggle or doubt in her eyes, and her gaze upon Su Yun was filled with the fanaticism of looking up at a True God.

"Tell me, what exactly is the Xiao Family's plan in sending you down?" Su Yun asked casually.

Qing Yuan straightened her upper body and spoke without hesitation.

"Replying to the Master, previously Xiao Ninger had the Xiao Family Grand Elder use Origin power to perform the Heaven-Severing Hand, forcibly dragging Lin Aotian back to the Upper Realm from the Lower Realm. At that time, Lin Aotian's Dao Heart had collapsed, and his Meridians were completely severed."

"So Xiao Ninger placed him in the primordial life liquid pool to reshape his Physical Body. His cultivation is currently stagnant, but his resentment is extremely heavy, and his obsession is to kill the Master and Liu Qingyan and the others."

"Xiao Ninger views the creatures of the Lower Realm as ants. Because of Lin Aotian's miserable state, she developed murderous intent toward the Master, sending Your Servant to the Lower Realm carrying a realm-breaking cone, ordering Your Servant to behead the Master and extract the Divine Soul of the woman beside you, to take back to the Upper Realm for Lin Aotian to torture."

Qing Yuan laid out Xiao Ninger's plan completely, her tone not only disdainful of Lin Aotian's actions but even mocking Xiao Ninger. There was absolutely no trace of respect for Xiao Ninger.

"What is the current strength of the Xiao Family?" Su Yun continued to ask.

"The Xiao Family is one of the longevity families of the Upper Realm, ruling over a part of the Ziwei Star Domain. The current Patriarch is a supreme Immortal Emperor. Within the clan, three Grand Elders of the Creation Realm are slumbering."

"Xiao Ninger possesses a True God Bloodline and is the next successor cultivated by the Xiao Family with all their resources."

Qing Yuan spoke very quickly, without any concealment.

Su Yun was slightly startled; an Immortal Emperor, the Creation Realm—this foundation was indeed vast.

With his current strength, if he were to face one of them, he could manage self-preservation by borrowing the Lower Realm's Heavenly Dao Origin.

But if the opponent went all out, he might be the one to fall, not to mention that if he were to start a war in the Upper Realm, he would have basically no chance of winning.

The plan for the entire realm's Ascension must be carried out step by step.

"Mistress." Qing Yuan turned to Zi Yun, "Your Servant received your instructions in the Sea of Consciousness."

Zi Yun leaned on Su Yun's shoulder and chuckled playfully: "Oh? Let's hear it, let's see how much my good servant has understood."

Qing Yuan's expression was solemn.

"After Your Servant returns to the Upper Realm, I will continue to act as Xiao Ninger's personal maid. Using this identity, Your Servant will regularly add the Heart-Eating Soul-Linking Guide bestowed by the Mistress into her daily cultivation resources and food."

"Your Servant will erode her True God Bloodline bit by bit and amplify her Heart Demon."

"And take the opportunity to imprint the layout of the Xiao Family's core Formation, the locations of the treasure vault keys, and the slumber nodes of the Grand Elders. Making full preparations for the Master to descend upon the Upper Realm one day and take over the Xiao Family."

The most poisonous heart is that of a woman.

A most trusted personal maid, accompanying day and night, poisoning in secret, stealing secrets.

Such an indefensible method was enough to make a vast longevity family rot from the inside.

Subsequently, Su Yun stared at Qing Yuan and said meaningfully.

"Then after you go back, you know what you should do, right?"

Qing Yuan's expression was solemn, but her eyes flashed with a hint of fanaticism.

"Please rest assured, Master. After Your Servant returns to the Upper Realm, I will report to Xiao Ninger that Master... you have been personally 'slain' by Your Servant, and Your Servant barely escaped back, heavily injured."

She raised her head, looking at Su Yun with burning eyes.

"In this way, they will completely let down their guard, thinking that the threat from the Lower Realm has been eliminated."

"This can buy the most precious time for Master to secretly accumulate strength, and wait for the day Master descends upon the Upper Realm to deliver them a fatal blow!"

Attacking the heart is paramount.

Letting the enemy think you are already dead is the top-tier art of hunting.

At their celebration banquet where they are free of worries, send an invitation to death.

"Very good." Su Yun slowly stood up.

He walked to Qing Yuan, and the hand he raised did not surge with the Origin of life, but condensed a strand of extremely refined destructive Sword Intent.

Before Qing Yuan could react, Su Yun pointed like a sword and lightning-fast pierced through her shoulder blade!

"Pfft!"

Qing Yuan let out a muffled groan, blood instantly dyeing her cyan battle armor red, but she endured the intense pain, kneeling on one knee, her face showing no resentment, but instead full of reverence.

"I held back with this Sword Qi; it will only make you suffer but not be fatal. With the level of those Alchemists in the Upper Realm, it will take them three to five months to clear it away."

Su Yun's voice was cold and calm, "This is the proof of your 'death battle' return. If you aren't injured enough, how will they believe it?"

Immediately, he turned his wrist, and a strand of "remnant Soul aura" that he had deliberately stripped away, appearing as if it would dissipate at any moment, was sealed into a jade talisman.

"This is the evidence." Su Yun threw the jade talisman and the silver realm-breaking cone to Qing Yuan.

"Go. You should know better than me how to cry and how to act."

Qing Yuan caught the Magic Treasure and the jade talisman and kowtowed heavily, her voice trembling slightly with excitement.

"Your Servant will never fail the Master's high expectations! Your Servant will 'grief-strickenly' bring back the bad news of your fall, letting Lin Aotian and Xiao Ninger live in the joy of a false victory! Until the day the Master descends!"

Who would have thought that this serious injury and bad news were actually supreme honors bestowed by the enemy himself.

Su Yun waved his hand with satisfaction. The burial heaven token made a low hum.

The indestructible space barrier rippled before Su Yun. A one-way crack leading to the Upper Realm slowly tore open.

Qing Yuan stood up, took one last decisive look at Su Yun, turned, dragged her heavily injured body, and stumbled into the space crack.

That back view was full of the realism of a "panicked escape."

The crack quickly closed.

The underground palace returned to deathly silence.

Su Yun stood with his hands behind his back, a cold arc curling at the corner of his mouth.

It is easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark.

And a "dead" enemy will no longer be guarded against by anyone.

Meanwhile.

The Upper Realm, Ziwei Star Domain. At the peak of the Xiao Family's Divine Mountain.

Above the nine-colored immortal spring, immortal cranes circled.

Lin Aotian wore a wide brocade robe, sitting on the white jade stone steps.

His face was ruddy, and the injuries to his Physical Body had already healed.

His hands tightly gripped a warm Jade Slip, his eyes bloodshot, and the corner of his mouth curled into an extremely twisted arc.

"Calculating the time, Qing Yuan should have succeeded by now." Lin Aotian muttered to himself.

In his mind, he kept replaying the scene of Su Yun being trampled underfoot and the scene of Liu Qingyan screaming in despair. His heartbeat sped up.

Xiao Ninger sat to the side, holding a cup of immortal brew in her hand.

"Don't worry, Brother Aotian. Qing Yuan has always been reliable. She is a Nine Heavens Profound Immortal, killing a Lower Realm ant is easy. Very soon, she will bring that Su Yun's head back to see you."

Xiao Ninger's tone was casual, her face full of indifference.

Lin Aotian looked up at the churning sea of clouds above the Divine Mountain and suddenly laughed out loud.

"Su Yun, your death date has arrived! I will use your skull as a wine cup!"

The laughter echoed at the peak of the empty Divine Mountain, full of madness and anticipation.