Mysterious mirror hanging high

As if he had noticed Jing Yu's prying gaze, Ying Wuxin's expression became a little unnatural. He subconsciously covered the jade seal in his hand with his robe sleeve and said with a forced smile:

"I heard that my brother was injured while on official business. I wonder how serious his injury is? Could you use some healing elixirs from the royal treasury?"

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. Today, I'm here to apologize." Jing Yu said respectfully, "We failed to reach an agreement with the Tiannan Demon Sect, and were severely injured by a cultivator who appeared out of nowhere. This has greatly damaged the reputation of the Immortal Dynasty..."

"Haha, I've already investigated. The cultivator who injured your brother is not some unknown individual, but the golden and purple celestial prodigy [Xuanjing Taoist] who is currently gaining popularity in Penglai Immortal Continent. This person has vast magical powers, and in terms of combat power, he is probably even stronger than the two Taoist disciples of the Second Monastery in Zhongzhou. I heard that he has gained the opportunity to become an immortal in recent years. It is already rare that your brother was able to escape from his hands unscathed."

Jing Yu almost couldn't suppress the corner of his mouth, his expression serious: "So it's such a big story..."

"The alliance with the Tiannan Demon Sect...is a simple matter. If it succeeds, it would be great. If it fails, it won't be a big loss. Brother Wang, don't worry about it."

Ying Wuxin said gently, "You have been through a lot of hard work and faced life-threatening dangers. Even if your brother has no merit, he has worked hard. Eunuch Wen, please record three hundred [Great Merits] for your brother."

The old eunuch whispered, "Yes."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for the reward."

The [Great Merits] in the Shending Immortal Dynasty are extremely precious, and even the descendants of the Shending Emperor cannot easily obtain them. They can almost be exchanged for all the treasures in the royal treasury, including skills, magical powers, spells, tools, and elixirs. Jing Yu entered the Shending Heaven this time to find the whereabouts of Zhao Yuanxi, and secondly, he also wanted to see the Shending inheritance, enrich his own foundation, and prepare for the formation of the infant. Naturally, this kind of [Great Merits] is the more the better for him.

The two brothers chatted about some family matters in the imperial study. Jing Yu had done his homework in advance and answered questions fluently. After a few quarters of an hour, he stood up and said goodbye.

After Jing Yu left, the expression of Immortal Emperor Ying Wuxin gradually became gloomy, his narrow eyes were filled with fine bloodshot, and the fingers holding the jade seal tightened a little.

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After leaving the palace, Jing Yu did not directly inquire about the Ningyuan King Ying Wujiu's marriage. This would be too obvious. Every time Ying Wujiu returned to Yujing City after going out, he would go back to his own palace to pay his respects to his mother, the Concubine Duan, who was imprisoned there. This was almost unchangeable. Jing Yu naturally would not forget it.

When he returned to the villa in Yujing City, the housekeeper, servants and guards all greeted him politely. No one noticed Jing Yu's flaw, which shows how wonderful Jing Yu's transformation skills were.

"Your Majesty."

An early Jindan cultivator bowed in front of Jing Yu. His name was Yue Lin, and he was Ying Wuyi's true confidant. In addition to managing all matters in the other mansion, he also played a role like a black glove. Many shady tasks were done by people sent by Yue Lin.

"Has anything happened in the mansion recently?" Jing Yu entered the villa, threw the python robe on his body aside, and asked casually.

"Your Highness, everything is normal." Yue Lin said in a low voice.

"Where's Mother?"

Yue Lin's expression froze slightly, and he transmitted a voice message: "The Concubine Duan has been quite well behaved these days. Your Highness, would you like to go and take a look at her?"

"Of course, I have to go and pay my respects to Mother." Jing Yu smiled and said, "Lead the way ahead."

Yue Lin seemed to have thought of something and shuddered inexplicably, but he still obediently led Jing Yu to a small courtyard filled with gloomy air and bowed:

"I'll wait outside the courtyard and won't let even a fly into the courtyard..."

Although Jing Yu felt a little strange in his heart, he did not show it on his face. He just nodded slightly and walked into the yard alone.

When he entered the small courtyard, he discovered that within just a few steps, there were at least seven or eight formations with different functions set up all around, including concealment, breath suppression, protection, attack, isolation of divine thoughts, etc.... and all of them were of high quality.

"This small courtyard is the consort's secluded residence. Even if this person has gone mad, there's no need for such a big fuss, right?" Jing Yu frowned and thought:

"What the hell is Ying Wuyi doing? What's the secret behind this?"

When he came to the deepest part of the courtyard, he found that there was another world here. There was an underground tunnel under the innermost room. After going down the tunnel, he found that Ying Wuyi had dug an underground palace under the courtyard.

There is another formation guarding the entrance to the underground palace, which seems to be a switch activated by a password.

Fortunately, Jing Yu had already extracted all of Ying Wuyi's passwords and secrets in advance, so the password in front of him naturally could not stump him.

As the gate of the underground palace opened with a "boom", the scene in front of him made Jing Yu suddenly stunned.

What came into view was a woman bound by black iron chains.

The cold and damp air in the underground palace condensed into frost flowers, forming spider-web-like patterns on the black iron chains.

Two rusty dragon-locking nails pierced the woman's thin shoulder blades, and dark red bloodstains formed layers of mottled patterns on the plain remnant robe.

She half-leaned against a stone wall inscribed with soul-binding talismans. The sacred iron collar on her neck left a purple bruise, and the iron chain on her wrist made a subtle sound with each breath. Her blood-soaked fingertips unconsciously scratched at the grooves in the ground, leaving pale red scratches on the rock wall.

The tattered wide sleeves slid down to the elbows, revealing forearms covered with marks of spells.

The dragon head relief at the end of the Dragon Locking Nail was greedily sucking the little remaining magic power from her long-withered meridians. Whenever this woman subconsciously swallowed or exhaled spiritual energy, the Dragon Locking Nail would immediately grab this bit of spiritual energy.

"This is... Ying Wuyi's biological mother, Concubine Duan [Gongsun Duan]?"

There was a hint of shock in Jing Yu's eyes.

Concubine Duan seemed to sense someone's arrival. She struggled to open her swollen eyes. After seeing who it was, her eyes were filled with cold murderous intent: "Haha... rebellious son... It's been a long time since we last met..."

"Where have you been these past few years? You've let me, your mother, enjoy a few peaceful years... Hehehe... What's the matter? As soon as you returned to Yujing, I'm afraid you couldn't wait to come and torture me before you even had time to warm your seat?"

"Rebellious son! I should have killed you with one palm back then..." Concubine Duan stood up suddenly, and several black iron chains swayed "clatteringly". As soon as a trace of Nascent Soul spiritual pressure appeared on her body, the dragon head relief at the end of the dragon-locking nail glowed slightly, completely absorbing the trace of magic power she had just aroused.

The woman in front of me spoke clearly and logically. How could she look crazy at all?

Jing Yu just now suddenly realized that Concubine Duan was not crazy at all. Instead, Ying Wuyi sealed her cultivation and locked her in this underground palace, torturing her every day.

What kind of hatred would make Ying Wuyi treat his biological mother like this?