Mysterious mirror hanging high

"[Xuanpin] was dug out!"

A chill rose from the bottom of his heart, and Jing Yu knew what the "Xuanpin" mentioned by Concubine Duan referred to!

"What do you want to do now, Senior?"

Concubine Duan's eyes flashed with deep hatred. "It's a pity that my cultivation has been destroyed, my body has been completely destroyed, and now I am just barely surviving... I won't live for many more years."

"Young man, since you've infiltrated the Divine Cauldron Heaven, I'm afraid you're an enemy of the Divine Cauldron Immortal Dynasty... I see your transformation skills are powerful, so you must be from an extraordinary lineage. I think you're from one of the top forces in the world."

"If you can destroy the Divine Cauldron Immortal Dynasty and exterminate the Divine Cauldron Imperial lineage... I will grant you enormous benefits."

"Senior, please stop joking." Jing Yu shook his head.

"Haha, that's all I said. How about this, if you can't do it, just help me kill [Ying Shigui]."

"Ying Shigui is the previous Immortal Emperor? The Divine Transformation Heavenly Monarch, right?" Jing Yu said with a wry smile, "Senior, you truly think highly of me. Now, I'm just a mere Golden Core cultivator..."

"Ying Shigui is only a [Pseudo-God] who achieved the Cave Heaven Realm... You are a cultivator in this world, and you have a great background. You must be blessed by your elders. Don't you have the hope of achieving a [True God] in the future?"

Concubine Duan said gloomily, "I am the only surviving descendant of the Gongsun family, one of the eight great families of the Divine Cauldron. I am the only one who knows the last treasure left by the Gongsun family... Ying Wuyi has imprisoned me here, torturing me day and night, perhaps with the intention of forcing me to reveal the whereabouts of the treasure."

"This matter still needs to be considered in the long run... I, the junior, have important matters to attend to and I'm sorry I can't remove the shackles for you, the senior." Jing Yu bowed.

"It's okay. These black iron chains and dragon-locking nails have long been integrated with my body and are inseparable. I've gotten used to them over the years."

Concubine Duan grinned, "But you'd better hurry up and do your thing... My essence has been damaged, and I'm only relying on the breath in my heart to hold on. I just heard that Ying Wuyi's body was destroyed, and my revenge is halfway gone. I'm afraid this breath has mostly dissipated, and I'm afraid I can't hold on for a few more years."

"After I die, the grand drama of vindicating the Gongsun family will have just begun... then you'll have your chance to appear."

"If anyone had spotted your flaw in public, don't blame me for not warning you today."

"Thank you for your guidance, senior."

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Jing Yu walked out of the courtyard with a calm expression. Yue Lin, the steward of Liquan Villa and Ying Wuyi's confidant, came up to him and said respectfully:

"Your Highness...just now a letter arrived from the Ningyuan Palace. Prince Ningyuan heard that Your Highness had returned to the capital, so he specially sent an invitation to invite Your Highness to come and have a chat."

"Oh?" Jing Yu tilted his head: "What's going on?"

"I didn't say anything. I just said that we haven't seen each other for a long time and we should go to the mansion for a simple meal."

Jing Yu nodded: "I understand."

He thought to himself, "It's a good opportunity to see if the new concubine of the Ningyuan King is Yuan Xi... This will save me from having to find an excuse."

Jing Yu packed up and took a sedan chair to the Ningyuan Palace.

When he arrived at the place, he saw that the servants of the palace were already waiting at the door, respectfully inviting Jing Yu into the palace.

Several people arrived at the side hall of the palace where guests were received and dined. As soon as Jing Yu stepped over the threshold, he saw that the side hall was already full of people.

In the center of the hall, an auspicious beast incense burner spews out curls of green smoke, and the gilded candlesticks on both sides illuminate the entire room.

King Ningyuan [Ying Wujiu] sitting in the main seat was wearing a moon-white satin robe with a python pattern. A coiled dragon embroidered with silver thread coiled from his left shoulder to his waist. The double fish pendant hanging from the jade belt swayed slightly with the rhythm of his fingertips tapping on the table.

This prince, who was famous for his gentle character, had a warm look in his eyes and nodded at Jing Yu who walked in.

On the left and right sides of Ying Wujiu, there were two women in gorgeous clothes sitting.

The woman on the left has her hair tied up high, and a golden hairpin with nine phoenixes holding pearls on her head trembles slightly with her smile. She is an extremely graceful and elegant person.

The graceful woman was holding a little boy of about four or five years old in her arms. The boy looked as delicate as a piece of jade and was very close to the graceful woman. It seemed that they were mother and son.

The woman on the right sat upright like a pine tree in the snow, her silver-threaded and ice-crystal hairpin motionless. Her plain white silk robe was embroidered with thousands of snow-wave patterns in silver thread, which rose and fell with her breathing.

At this moment, the woman lowered her head and reported to the Ningyuan King in a low voice:

"Your Majesty, this year's palace expenses are as follows..."

Jing Yu glanced at the cold woman wearing an ice crystal hairpin. Who else could this person be but Zhao Yuanxi?

But he pretended not to see it, just laughed and bowed to the man in the python-patterned satin robe sitting at the main seat:

"No blame!"

"I haven't seen you for many years. Do you have a child?"

"Brother!" A smile appeared on Ying Wujiu's face. He pressed down lightly with one hand, and Zhao Yuanxi immediately shut his mouth tactfully, bowed, lowered his head and fell silent.

"Come, brother, let me introduce you."

Ying Wujiu stepped down from the main seat, lifted Jing Yu's sleeve, and pointed at the graceful woman and the child in her arms: "Princess, there is no need to explain. This is your nephew, Ying Changsu, who is four years old this year."

Jing Yu looked at the little boy, then at the graceful woman, a smile appearing on his lips.

The woman in front of him was of great importance. She was a direct descendant of the Nangong family, one of the eight great families. Her name was Nangong Yao, and she was the principal wife of Ningyuan King Ying Wujiu.

The two have been married for hundreds of years, but unexpectedly they only had a son in recent years.

"Haha, I never thought that after a few years of business trip, I would have a nephew when I came back... Here, sister-in-law, keep it. This is my gift to my nephew."

Jing Yu took out a storage bag and handed it to Nangong Yao. Nangong Yao took it, pinched the child's tender face in her arms, and said with a smile:

"Changsu, why don't you thank your thirty-sixth uncle quickly?"

Ying Changsu's eyes moved smartly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said in a baby voice, "Thank you, Uncle Thirty-six!"

Nangong Yao pursed her lips and said, "Brother Wang, it's been a long time since we last met. Let my husband accompany you for a few drinks today."

Jing Yu nodded, then turned to Zhao Yuanxi and raised an eyebrow: "Who is this one?"

"Oh, this is Qingluo, the concubine I just took in a few years ago." Ying Wujiu said in a gentle voice.

"I see..." Jing Yu said with a playful smile, "I heard about it as soon as I returned to Beijing."

Upon hearing this, Ying Wujiu quickly explained, "Although Qingluo is a worldly cultivator from the Court of Sinners, she is extremely talented in handling affairs. All the affairs of the palace are now managed thanks to Qingluo."

Jing Yu's face was calm, but looking at Zhao Yuanxi's current state, he was extremely pleased in his heart:

"Good, good... Yuan Xi has also formed a golden elixir now. Judging from his aura and spiritual pressure, it is very likely that he has formed a high-grade golden elixir!"

"and……"

Zhao Yuanxi's aura was now heavy, and there was no trace of the aura of incense and vows on his body. It was obvious that he had given up practicing the [Shenchao Qingyun Magic Method] and turned back to the most orthodox [Foundation Building Alchemy] method to make pills!