471: Chapter 471 Impersonating Da Lei

Nine-Layer Pavilion.

In the guest room, the candlelight flickered, and the night view of Tianyuan Capital City outside the window was like twinkling stars.

Zhu Rongyang sat cross-legged on the couch, eyes closed as he regulated his breathing.

Suddenly, he found that he could not move.

He opened his eyes abruptly, wanting to open his mouth, but found he couldn't even lift his lips in the slightest.

The candlelight jumped silently, and a figure in green robes had appeared behind him without anyone knowing when.

Zhu Rongyang didn't even have time to feel fear before his consciousness plunged into darkness like a kite with a snapped string.

Ling Hao placed his palm gently on the top of Zhu Rongyang's head, and a faint light sank into his skull, resonating with something in his Sea of Consciousness.

"Shadow-Casting Seed," an underhanded method Ling Hao had left behind previously.

It could not read this person's past memories; it was simply a seed planted deep in his Sea of Consciousness. From this moment on, everything he saw, heard, did, and discussed would be recorded like a shadow projection.

It was not that Ling Hao hadn't thought about soul-searching directly, but if the target resisted fiercely, the best case would be memory confusion, and the worst case would be becoming a fool.

He closed his eyes to read the data.

The interior of the Golden Crow Holy Land had indeed been infiltrated by the Niding Alliance until it was like a sieve.

Surprisingly, that Mahayana Old Ancestor also seemed to be colluding with the Niding Alliance in secret.

What Ling Hao found most amusing was that the Saint appeared to be a sodomite.

Additionally, the Xuanwu Holy Land had indeed sent people, but they had only dispatched one person at the fifth level of the Mahayana stage.

"I've really been underestimated," Ling Hao muttered to himself.

He withdrew his hand and looked at Zhu Rongyang, hesitating for a moment whether to silence him. In the end, he let go of the killing intent; it didn't matter if he stayed alive or not. Even if he went back and talked, as long as he wasn't killed, he could always obtain a bit of information.

Ling Hao's figure dissipated.

A moment later, Zhu Rongyang woke up with a start, gasping for air, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. He hurriedly inspected his entire body; his spiritual power flowed without obstruction, and his Sea of Consciousness was also normal.

However, as he looked in the direction of Tianyuan Palace, he was seventy percent certain in his heart that the Moonshadow Sect had done this.

But why didn't they kill him? He dared not think too deeply. If he reported this matter to the Saint, he feared he would lose that already precarious trust.

In the Golden Crow Holy Land, Zhu Rongyang had no shortage of enemies. Losing the Saint as his backer would be a catastrophe.

He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes again, and pretended nothing had happened.

...

Ling Hao had intended to leave, but suddenly changed his pace and walked toward another guest room.

That Saintess... it might be worth taking a look.

—

Saintess Yan Xueyuan was undressing.

With her back to the window, her fiery red and snow-white long dress slid off her shoulders and piled up at her feet.

She raised her arms and removed her inner garment, revealing a smooth, clean back. Her shoulder blades spread slightly like butterfly wings, and her waist was so slender it was almost pathological. Her skin was excessively white, like porcelain that had never seen the light of day.

She reached to her chest again and pulled out two pads molded from phantom spirit glue from her bodice.

They were made from the congealed essence of deep-sea phantom jellyfish, refined with moon-essence spirit glue. The texture was like milk or jelly—plump, elastic, and moist.

These things, one left and one right, were held in her hands, deforming with a gentle squeeze.

"Whew—"

She let out a long breath, rubbed her own flat chest, and muttered in a low voice,

"Wearing these two things is really stifling."

That area was completely flat, like two crimson flower buds that had yet to bloom on a winter wasteland.

"You can even play like this?"

A low male voice suddenly rang out behind her.

Saintess Yan Xueyuan stiffened, turned around abruptly, and wrapped her arms tightly around her chest, her pupils shrinking.

Under the dim candlelight, a man in green robes stood with his hands behind his back. He looked imposing and spirited, a faint, ambiguous smile playing on the corners of his mouth.

"Who are you?! How did you appear here?!"

Her voice trembled as she forced herself to maintain an arrogant posture.

She had clearly set up a Formation in the room.

This was one of the life-saving trump cards the Saint had given her; no one below the Tribulation Transcendence Stage could break in without making a sound. And yet...

She quickly looked around and raised her voice:

"Aren't you coming out yet?! If anything happens to me, the Saint will not let you off lightly!"

She knew she had always been monitored in secret; only after entering the territory of the Moonshadow Sect did that prickly gaze on her back disappear.

"No need to shout; she can't hear you."

Ling Hao said indifferently. His gaze slid down half an inch from her face, then retracted, and he pouted slightly,

"You don't actually need to cover up. I have... um, no interest in you."

"I thought it was a 'Big Thunder,' but I didn't expect it to be a fake. These days, even this kind of thing has to be faked?"

Saintess Yan Xueyuan's eyes suddenly reddened.

"You—!"

Her lips trembled, and tears were already swirling in her eyes.

Ling Hao was a little surprised—she was crying already? He glanced at the information appearing on the System panel:

[Name: Saintess Yan Xueyuan]

[Age: 9586]

[Spiritual Root: None]

[Physique: None]

[Cultivation: Soul Transformation Stage]

[Favorability: -89]

[Status: One Body, Two Hearts—Ancient Demon Heart, Mahayana Heart]

He raised an eyebrow. It seemed he had come to the right place; there was an unexpected harvest.

Ling Hao sat comfortably at the table, poured a cup of tea, and said unhurriedly:

"Now, I ask and you answer."

"What is your relationship with the True Demon Realm?"

Yu Zhaohua had mentioned it in the message she sent back.

The Fusang State had once been invaded by the Ancient Demon Taotie from the True Demon Realm, which was sealed by the Fusang Supreme in the Fusang Wood Heart Cave Secret Realm of Tanggu Kingdom. The Secret Realm was banished into the Void Realm, and the Fusang Tripod (xi tripod) suppressed the spatial node underground.

Not long ago, the xi tripod Seal weakened, and the Fusang Wood Heart Cave reappeared under the original Fusang Tree.

The Demon Army had been eyeing that spatial node covetously, wanting to rescue the Ancient Demon, but they had been blocked by the combined forces of the Giant Clan and the Sects of Fusang State.

And Yu Zhaohua and the others were currently in Tanggu Kingdom.

Seeing that he did not take action immediately, Saintess Yan Xueyuan calmed down a little. She lifted her chin and threatened:

"I am the Saintess of the Golden Crow Holy Land. The Saint likes me very much; if you touch me, the Golden Crow Holy Land will not let you off!"

"Also, this is the territory of the Moon Shadow Holy Land. If anything happens to me, the Moonshadow Sect will definitely investigate thoroughly and give the Golden Crow Holy Land an explanation. You cannot escape."

Ling Hao laughed.

The Golden Crow Saint likes you? I'm afraid you are just a shield. The true love he likes... doesn't care about gender.

As for the Moonshadow Sect, I am the Sect Master; if she wants to investigate, she can come. She can investigate her business, and I will investigate mine.

"Forget it..."

Ling Hao put down the teacup and raised his hand to grab her.

Saintess Yan Xueyuan exclaimed: "Don't!"

Ling Hao only used the power of the Body Integration Stage.

She was only at the Soul Transformation Stage, so it should have been enough. But he didn't expect her struggle to be far stronger than an ordinary Soul Transformation Stage cultivator, and she actually broke free. Ling Hao frowned slightly and increased his force.

But in that instant, because of her struggle, the position shifted.

Ling Hao's hand did not land on Saintess Yan Xueyuan's shoulder but instead collided with her... ribs.

Hard, flat, and jarring to the hand.

Ling Hao's eye twitched slightly.

He was wrong—this was even flatter than Xia Yingying's and Yue Xinxi's.

After his "careful cultivation" over these years, those two had already seen considerable changes. But this one before him...

Saintess Yan Xueyuan started crying directly.

Tears fell plop, plop, and she bit her lip desperately, but she still couldn't stop sobbing.

Ling Hao awkwardly withdrew his hand.

This Saintess really didn't act like a Saintess. All that arrogance and conceit, all that looking down on others, was shattered into pieces at this moment.

She was just... a little crybaby.

Saintess Yan Xueyuan regretted it; perhaps she shouldn't have come.

She just wanted to be far away from that group of disgusting people, even if only for a little while.

But why... was it still so hard?

Ling Hao sighed and handed over a handkerchief: "Stop crying."

Saintess Yan Xueyuan snatched it and continued crying. Wiping tears, wiping snot, the handkerchief was more than half wet, but she didn't care and kept crying.

Ling Hao waited for a while. Seeing that she had no intention of stopping, he spoke in a gloomy tone:

"You also wouldn't want the fact that you... are flat-chested to be known by the whole world, would you?"

The crying stopped abruptly.

Saintess Yan Xueyuan, with red-rimmed eyes, glared at him fixedly. Her lips moved a few times, but not a single word came out.

Ling Hao took the opportunity to pat her shoulder, and a beam of spiritual light sank in:

"I've planted a Gu. If you don't listen to me, you will die."

He looked at this little crybaby and repeated the question from just now: "What is your relationship with the True Demon Realm?"

Saintess Yan Xueyuan lowered her head,

"...I have no relationship with the True Demon Realm."

Ling Hao frowned: "Then what about the Ancient Demon Heart inside your body?"

Saintess Yan Xueyuan raised her head abruptly.

"Ancient Demon Heart?" Her voice trembled slightly,

"What is inside me is clearly... a Supreme Dao Fruit!"

After saying this, she suddenly realized something, and the look she gave Ling Hao carried a trace of disgust:

"You also came for the Supreme Dao Fruit inside me..."

...

Outside the guest room.

A woman stood in the shadows of the corridor, looking at the pitch-black door and windows, her brows slightly furrowed.

She wore a loose, plain-colored Daoist robe, and her figure showed no curves.

"Asleep so early tonight?"

She muttered to herself in a low voice.

Her Divine Sense swept back and forth twice, and there seemed to be nothing unusual in the room.

The woman shook her head and turned to leave. With this time, she might as well Cultivate more. Anyway, as long as the person wasn't lost or dead, other things had nothing to do with her.