8: Traitor, you brought this upon yourself!

“Damn it, stop!~”

Cao Meng’s right hand was firmly stuck to the hilt of the sword, his entire body twitching, and the true blood in his body surged wildly.

His Physical Body completely lost control of his consciousness.

His Meridians gradually dried up.

Cao Meng felt as if his Primordial Spirit had been drawn out… Two hours later, Her Majesty the Empress Revered Master, who had toiled for her Evil Disciple for two hours, slowly woke up in the golden hanging chair.

Her body felt as if it had fallen apart, and she had almost no strength left.

“This Rebellious Disciple, what did he eat exactly? How can his true essence contain such immense fiery Qi, and even a hint of the power of five thunders? This aura somewhat resembles the dragon tiger golden elixir from Dragon Tiger Mountain… ”

Wu Feiyan slowly opened a pair of captivating fox eyes.

In her mind, a trace of complexity flashed across her beautiful face.

Having assisted the Rebellious Disciple in Cultivation multiple times, she herself had gained considerable benefits; the true essence within her body had solidified further, and the true steel secretly brewing in her chest had grown stronger.

“Rebellious Disciple, I’ll let you be arrogant for a few more days. Once I gather a mouthful of Earth Immortal true steel, I will make you repay the past two days’ debt tenfold, a hundredfold!”

Thinking of what she had endured these past two days, a hint of vexation arose on Wu Feiyan’s beautiful, delicate face.

This Evil Disciple was truly too… She stretched her limbs twice and slowly sat up, the black immortal dress covering her body naturally sliding down~

“Bah, this beast~”

After quickly tidying her attire, Her Majesty the Empress, with her black hair like brocade, slowly landed, supporting herself on the hanging chair.

Her gaze swept across~

Suddenly, the Empress froze.

She saw her Evil Disciple lying on the ground in the nearby Sword Tomb, his eye sockets sunken, his face as pale as paper, showing no signs of breathing.

“Dead… dead?”

Wu Feiyan’s expression froze, and her gaze slowly moved upward, only to see a Zhan blue, cracked, bladeless long sword, like a ruler, quietly floating above the Rebellious Disciple’s “corpse”.

“divine abyss? This Rebellious Disciple went to recognize divine abyss as his Revered Master… he’s truly courting death~”

“But why can’t I be happy?”

The Evil Disciple was dead; the Empress should have been happy, after all, she could now escape the fate of being manipulated by the Rebellious Disciple.

However, the Empress Revered Master found that she couldn’t be happy at all.

Her heart felt empty, as if she had lost something.

Just then, the “corpse” lying on the ground moved slightly.

His chest rose and fell slightly, as if he was breathing… “Not dead?”

Wu Feiyan was stunned: “He didn’t die even after taming the divine abyss? If this Rebellious Disciple lives…”

She slowly drew out her Emperor’s Sword and approached the unconscious Evil Disciple step by step.

Standing before the Evil Disciple, the Empress hesitated for a long time; the long sword in her hand was raised and lowered, lowered and raised again… “What’s wrong with me?” Holding the Emperor’s holy sword, Wu Feiyan’s heart was filled with worry. She wanted to seize the opportunity to get rid of this Rebellious Disciple, but for some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

“Could it be that I… impossible, this villain is so hateful, if I don’t kill him, my hatred will not be appeased~”

Wu Feiyan bit her silver teeth, closed her eyes, swung her long sword, and brought it down.

Clang~

With a crisp clang of metal, the long sword in her hand flew out.

Whoosh~

The cold blade of the shen ya sword pressed against the Empress Revered Master’s neck.

“This~”

Wu Feiyan’s beautiful eyes widened.

On the ground, the Rebellious Disciple was still unconscious.

It was the Shen Ya that had knocked her long sword away!

The divine sword protected its Revered Master~

Seeing this, Wu Feiyan inexplicably let out a long breath.

She didn't know if she was relieved that the strike hadn't landed.

“Cough cough” Suddenly, a light cough came, and the Rebellious Disciple on the ground moved. A pair of panda eyes, formed from excessive blood loss, slowly opened, looking at her with regret:

“Master, you disappoint me greatly.”

Facing the Rebellious Disciple’s regretful, disappointed gaze, Wu Feiyan instinctively took a step back, a hint of guilt rising in her heart.

But, the next second~

No, what the hell am I feeling guilty about?

This Rebellious Disciple is so disrespectful to his Master, I wish I could eat his flesh and sleep on his skin!

“Hmph, you evil spawn, it’s your luck you didn’t die this time!” The Empress snorted lightly and limped back to the golden hanging chair, sitting down to rest.

“It seems Master really likes this hanging chair. How about I take it with me later, Disciple?”

Cao Meng lay on the ground, chuckling as he watched the Empress Revered Master, reclining in the hanging chair, gently swaying, her pair of Divine Grade jade feet adorned with several red ribbons dangling in the air.

“Bah, you evil spawn, you should worry about yourself first~”

Wu Feiyan lightly spat, turned her head away, and stopped paying attention to this Rebellious Disciple.

“Haha~”

Cao Meng laughed heartily, his gaze falling on the shen ya sword.

Appraisal:

shen ya sword [Damaged], xuantian spirit treasure, its Origin was damaged during the Great Demon Suppression War of the pre-Qin period.

Sword Dao power +225% [Repairable, upgradeable.]

Note: Killing cultivators and devouring their flesh and blood can repair its Origin. Integrating five-metal treasures can repair the sword body.

“You almost drained me dry, and only increased your power by fifteen percent. You’re really a big eater.”

After being drained by the shen ya sword, his cultivation hadn’t decreased, but he felt as if all the strength had been sucked out of his body.

After lying on the ground for another hour, Cao Meng slowly got up.

He found a suitable scabbard from the treasury, and with a thought, the shen ya sword automatically returned to its sheath.

Then he sorted out the more than a hundred Cultivation Technique classics he had selected, took some valuable rare treasures, plus a dozen large gold ingots, and threw them into a large wooden box.

“Master, it’s time for us to go~”

“Hmph~”

Wu Feiyan lightly snorted, came over holding her Emperor’s Sword, and sat on the large wooden box.

“Master, are you trying to tire your Disciple to death?” Cao Meng looked speechlessly at Her Majesty the Empress, who was propping up her pair of Divine Grade jade feet.

“I can’t walk anymore. If you want to rest, then we’ll leave in two days…” Wu Feiyan said with a sly look.

“Wait two days? Heh heh, Revered Master, you wish.” Cao Meng sneered, if they waited another two days, and that old servant from Pixiang Hall returned, he wouldn’t be able to leave.

Wu Feiyan chuckled: “What, are you unable to do it?”

You little rascal, don't you want to tie me up? Then show me some tying poses.

“Fine! You just wait for me.” Cao Meng gritted his teeth. As a man, how could he say no at a time like this?

He supported the box with both hands, lifted the large wooden box along with the Empress Revered Master onto his shoulders, and then walked out with difficulty.

The imperial palace’s secret passage was very long, over thirty li.

Normally, with Cao Meng’s cultivation, even carrying ten more boxes wouldn’t tire him in the slightest.

But today, Cao Meng had been drained of blood by the shen ya sword, leaving him weak all over, his legs trembling as he walked… Cao Meng stumbled for over two hours along the thirty-plus li path, while the arrogant Empress, with her long legs, sat leisurely on the large wooden box.

“You demoness, you just wait for me…”

Oh wow