The divine beast recognized its master, and the dragon girl, destined to kill him, went to the spiri

Ye Wanqing's expression became slightly stern when she sensed Qian Yi's increasingly weak breath. She placed her right hand on his pulse, not knowing what she had noticed, and her brows furrowed slightly.

"How did you get yourself into this state? I remember when we first met, your heart disease wasn't this serious."

Ye Wanqing did not hesitate and inserted the silver needle into Qian Yi's acupuncture point. The divine power penetrated the silver needle and gradually entered Qian Yi's heart meridian, and the pain that was originally excruciating was relieved for a moment.

Noticing Ye Wanqing's complicated expression, Qian Yi's lips curled slightly, a bitter smile flickering in his eyes. "I actually hope that this blood pain can reach its most severe level, allowing me to completely leave this world. That way, Qian Che won't make the same mistake again."

Qian Yi didn't know what he was thinking about. His eyes flickered slightly. He looked at the person in front of him whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and his heart trembled.

"Wanqing, are you and the Holy Temple?"

Ye Wanqing's expression remained unchanged, and she didn't hide anything. "Yes, I've died once, and I'm no longer the Holy Maiden of the Temple. I'm now a daughter of the Ye family of Xinghui Country in the Sky Continent."

Qian Yi's eyes dimmed. "I'm sorry, I just learned the news, and I didn't help you on the day your temple was destroyed."

Ye Wanqing ignored Qian Yi's sentimentality. After all, it was meaningless to say more now.

Thinking of Qian Che being crowned as concubine and queen, Ye Wanqing's eyes dimmed slightly. Thinking of Qian Yi's blood pain, she had a vague guess in her heart.

She looked at Qian Yi, her eyes revealing a certainty, "Is Qian Che's selection of concubines and the title of queen related to your illness?"

Qian Yi choked, as if he didn't want to face it, but when he noticed Ye Wanqing's eyes, he had to nod.

"Every time I fell ill, Qian Che would take the heart blood of those chosen concubines to treat me. Those concubines entered the Xuan Clan's harem thinking they would have no worries for the rest of their lives. In fact, they also lost their freedom and possibly even their lives."

"Because of the worsening of my bloodline disease, I lost all my profound strength. I could only watch helplessly as Qian Che made one mistake after another. I am the culprit behind all of this."

Qian Yi lowered his head and clenched his hands into fists. Over the years, the regret and pain in his heart were probably only understood by himself.

Without his profound power, he was unable to stop Qian Che from heading towards the abyss step by step. He could only watch him make mistakes step by step for the obsession in his heart.

Qian Yi is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of the future of all the subjects of the Xuan clan. He is afraid that Qian Che will cause so many murders for him and will eventually be punished by thunder from heaven.

Ye Wanqing narrowed her eyes slightly, thinking of her own bloodline, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly, "So, Qian Che ordered me to be crowned as the Queen, presumably because of my blood essence."

Qian Yi suddenly raised his head, his expression filled with shock. "Qian Che ordered you to be crowned as the Queen?! This is insane, truly insane. Wanqing, I'll let Huanhuan take you away. Although I don't know why you came to this Netherworld Xuan Clan, I'm sure you have your own reasons, so I won't ask too many questions."

"But you can't stay here. Qian Che's spiritual cultivation has already reached the peak of the Divine King Realm. He is only one step away from the Divine Lord Realm. His strength is already extraordinary. With your current strength, it will be difficult for you to deal with him. I will let Huanhuan take you away from here first."

Ye Wanqing's expression remained unchanged as she stared directly at Qian Yi, not choosing to conceal anything. "But my goal is the Xuanming Grass. No matter what, I must get it. I cannot leave the Netherworld."

Qian Yi was shocked, "You want Xuanming Grass?! Why?!"

He suddenly looked around, his eyes filled with vigilance, and lowered his voice, "Wanqing, the Xuanming Grass is a priceless treasure that can allow the Xuan and Ming tribes to temporarily cease fighting, and both tribes are eyeing this Xuanming Grass covetously."

"If you touch it, it would be tantamount to going against the entire Netherworld. I'm afraid both the Xuan Clan and the Ming Clan will attack you."

Ye Wanqing's eyes were calm and she didn't mince words. She looked at Qian Yi with a scrutinizing look in her eyes. "Qian Yi, what if I told you I absolutely must have the Xuanming Grass? Will you become my enemy?"

"of course not."

Qian Yi's eyes were determined. "I swore long ago that as long as I live, I will never stand against you, Ye Wanqing."

Ye Wanqing's expression was slightly cold, her eyes filled with seriousness. "Okay, Qian Yi, if I were to trade the favor I gave you for saving my life for information about the Xuanming Grass, what would you do? Would you trade it or not?"

Qian Yi's mind paused, and he hesitated for a moment when he thought of the legend about Xuanming Grass that he had heard from his clan since he was a child.

"Wanqing, although the Xuanming Grass can reunite the three souls and seven spirits, after leaving its native land, the person who supports it must use himself as a vessel, and this is very detrimental to the heart and soul."

Ye Wanqing's expression remained calm. "It's just one fruit for another. What you owe others must be repaid."

Qian Yi paused for a moment, "Okay, since you've made up your mind, I'll tell you everything."

an hour later

Seeing Ye Wanqing about to leave, Qian Yi's heart moved, "Wanqing, wait a moment."

Without hesitation, he slashed the sharp blade in his hand straight towards his heart. Immediately, drops of blood oozed out of his heart, and Qian Yi's face turned pale in an instant.

"Wanqing, supporting the Xuanming Grass is the most damaging to your heart and soul. However, if you can use the heart blood of the two Xuanming clans' royal families as a guide, it can help offset half of your heart and soul damage. If you can endure the remaining half of your heart and soul damage, it will also be a test of the great Dao for you."

Ye Wanqing pursed her lips slightly, looking at Qian Yi's increasingly pale face, her expression slightly changed, and she took the blood from his hand. The divine power in her body fluctuated, and a drop of blood seeped out from her fingertips and fell directly into his body under Qian Yi's shocked eyes.

Qian Yi didn't have time to react. She only saw Ye Wanqing's back gradually leaving. She only whispered, "I just don't want to owe you a favor. Thank you for your hard work."

After Ye Wanqing left, Qian Che, who had been hiding for a long time, finally showed up.

"Brother, I'm relieved to see that you're okay."

Qian Yi sighed softly, "Stop it, Qian Che, stop aiding and abetting the evil. You and I both know that the matter of the Mysterious Nether Grass was determined by heaven and destiny."

Qian Che seemed unconcerned. "Brother, of course I know about this, but what does this have to do with my attack on the Nether Clan?"