Reborn, the daughter of the Marquisate went crazy

The King of Qi sensed danger and hurriedly dodged to the side, but the needle only barely avoided his throat, and it pierced deeply into his shoulder.

"Uh!"

The King of Qi groaned, turned his head and glared at the Third Prince with murderous intent in his eyes: "Despicable little..."

Before he could finish his words, the poison on the needle rushed straight to his heart. In an instant, the King of Qi's face turned from red to blue, his lips dark purple, and he staggered, falling to the ground beside the crystal coffin.

At the critical moment, he reached into his arms with trembling fingers and took out a blood-red talisman.

"Xuan...Ming...Protect...your body..." He chanted the spell with a weak breath and slammed the talisman heavily on his heart.

The talisman suddenly burst out with a scarlet blood light. The veins on King Qi's forehead bulged, and he supported himself on the ground and gasped heavily, with blood foaming with every breath.

Over there, the Taoists besieging Wuyou were completely routed. Wuyou's sleeves fluttered, and several talismans fluttered like butterflies, landing precisely between the Taoists' brows. They instantly collapsed to the ground like puppets with their strings cut, unable to move.

Wuyou flew to the side of Emperor Yingtian, took out another gilded talisman, pinched his left hand, formed a seal with his right hand, chanted the mantra, and stuck the talisman on Emperor Yingtian's forehead. Suddenly, a golden light became brighter and turned into wisps of black smoke and disappeared without a trace.

Emperor Yingtian's hollow eyes gradually regained clarity. He looked around blankly, slowly clenched his fists, and suddenly looked up to the heavens and laughed wildly: "Hahahaha... Heaven has not failed me! This dragon body is finally under my control!"

The laughter died down, and he slowly raised his head, his cold, knife-like gaze piercing the dying King of Qi. For all these days, his soul had been trapped within his body, watching helplessly as his body performed actions against its will, leaving him powerless and furious.

Aided by palace servants, Emperor Yingtian slowly approached the Prince of Qi. He suddenly raised his foot and stomped on the Prince of Qi's chest, angrily shouting, "Who on earth has instructed you, traitor, to cast such an evil spell on me?"

The King of Qi, knowing his fate was over, suddenly burst into laughter and violently spat out a mouthful of black blood, which splashed onto the bright yellow dragon boots of Emperor Yingtian. Emperor Yingtian was so frightened that he stepped back repeatedly and shouted hurriedly, "Quick! Change my boots!"

Seeing Emperor Yingtian panic, the King of Qi's eyes were filled with disdain and sarcasm. His voice was low, but every word was sharp as a knife: "Bah... What true dragon emperor... cough cough... He's nothing but a cowardly rat... Today, I, Lingxuan, was defeated... It's simply bad luck... If I had three more days... This kingdom... would have changed hands..."

"You...you're Lingxuan?!" The Queen Mother's entire body trembled, her cloudy old eyes suddenly widening. She stumbled forward a few steps, her voice trembling uncontrollably. "What kind of magical technique is this? How could you...could you actually change your body?"

The King of Qi—no, it should be Lingxuan—slowly raised his eyes, a hint of sneer on his lips, and said in a stern voice: "Old witch... ahem... how many young women have you sacrificed in order to maintain your youth over the years... and how many golden elixirs have you used up?"

He struggled to stand up, a strange smile on his face: "Look at your current appearance...Are you satisfied?"

Emperor Yingtian then noticed the Queen Mother. His gaze fell on her wrinkled face and he trembled, "Mother?! How...how could you...become like this?"

The Queen Mother's skinny fingers trembled violently as she pointed at Ling Xuan and screamed, "It's him! It's all this evil magic that this demon has cast upon us!"

Ling Xuan suddenly burst into a maniacal laugh, black blood dripping down his jaw. "Hahahaha... Not bad! After changing into this skin... My soul power is gone... Ahem... This skin is too weak. To strengthen your body, I'll lend you a few years of life... You greedy old hag, how dare you shout like that..."

The Queen Mother's wrinkled face twisted instantly, and she screamed hysterically, "Someone! Someone, come quickly! Skin him alive!"

However, the guards in the hall looked at each other in bewilderment, and no one dared to step forward. Ling Xuan's strange tactics had already frightened them.

Emperor Yingtian turned his head, his gaze passed through the palace gate and fell on Wuyou. His voice was filled with irresistible majesty: "Immortal, it's your turn to take action."

"I obey your command." Wuyou flicked his sleeves lightly, and was about to reach into his bosom to take the talisman, when he heard Lingxuan suddenly let out a sinister low laugh: "Hehe... Old Lingxu's disciple... is very good..."

"Let me tell you that...hypocritical master...ahem...I, Lingxuan, will never forgive him. If there is an afterlife...I will definitely extract his soul and refine his spirit...and grind his bones to ashes!" With every word he spoke, a stream of black blood flowed from the corner of Lingxuan's mouth.

He suddenly pulled out a glowing, ink-colored talisman, its strange patterns wriggling like a living thing. The Empress Dowager and Emperor Yingtian retreated several steps in terror. Lingxuan scoffed, pressed the talisman to his forehead, and roared with all his might, "Rise!"

"boom--"

With a loud bang, Qing Hui's remains and the crystal coffin exploded simultaneously. The violent gusts of air shook the hall beams and sent rubble crashing down from the roof.

"Get out of the way!" the Third Prince shouted, grabbing the Empress Dowager with his left hand and Emperor Yingtian with his right, and running out of the palace like lightning. The palace servants hurriedly got out of the way, forcing their way out of the chaos.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the entire side hall collapsed. The crackling of broken beams and pillars, the crash of falling debris, and the shrill screams of the palace servants intertwined, raising a cloud of dust.

Everyone staggered out, looking back in shock at the ruined palace. Several timid palace servants had collapsed to the ground.

Emperor Yingtian stared at the ruins in front of him, with an almost imperceptible curve at the corner of his lips, which saved him the effort of silencing the witness.

His eyes swept over the surviving palace maids sinisterly, and he calmly stroked the bone whistle in his sleeve. He was about to summon the nearby shadow guards to resolve the mess, but he caught a glimpse of Prince Zhong and Wuyou in his peripheral vision, and his movements suddenly paused.

"Mother, my brother!" Prince Zhong seemed to have just recovered from his shock. He took two steps at a time and stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with genuine joy. "It was a close call just now. Thanks to Yuan'er's agility."

Emperor Yingtian's eyes were filled with undercurrents, but a gentle smile appeared on his face. "Royal brother, did you bring this immortal here? Thanks to the two of you for your timely intervention today, I am truly grateful."

Prince Zhong quickly waved his hand and chuckled, saying, "This is my responsibility." He then stepped aside and introduced, "This is Taoist Wuyou, a direct disciple of Master Lingxu. If it weren't for your help today, the consequences would be disastrous."

Wuyou took a step forward and bowed deeply according to Taoist etiquette: "I pay my respects to Your Majesty."

"Master, please spare the formalities." Emperor Yingtian offered a soft helping hand, his thoughts racing. Today's events involved too many royal secrets. If he didn't get these people under control, he wouldn't be able to sleep or eat. While the palace servants and guards were easy to silence, the man before him was far more formidable.

He smiled, his eyes sparkling, "Master, you have accomplished such a great deed. Is there any reward you would like? Feel free to tell me."

Wuyou looked calm and said in a gentle voice, "Your Majesty, you are too kind. Lingxuan is my uncle. He has committed such a serious mistake. It is my duty to clean up the mess."

Emperor Yingtian stroked his beard and pondered, then suddenly smiled and said, "Master, you are well versed in Taoism. Why don't you stay in the palace? I will treat you as a national teacher..."