In his later years, he was backstabbed by his third wife, and he awakened the Wei Xiaobao system

Yao Qingmeng wore a crimson long skirt with cloud patterns, and a golden gauze gown on the outside. Her black hair was tied up in a high snake bun, and she wore a finely carved green jade hairpin. Two pigeon blood ruby ​​earrings hung from her earlobes, which shone with a warm luster under the candlelight.

Her skin was whiter than snow, her eyebrows were as black as distant ink, the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, and there seemed to be a radiant fire flowing in her eyes. A faint smile was hidden at the corners of her lips. Her whole body exuded the elegance and grace of an alchemy cultivator, and the fierce majesty of a late Nascent Soul cultivator. Sitting there, she was like a thorny flaming rose, and no one dared to underestimate her.

Ren Jiansheng was wearing a blue-gray Taoist robe embroidered with cloud patterns and sword-shaped patterns in silver thread. An ancient long sword hung at his waist, and some obscure runes were engraved on the scabbard.

He was tall and thin, with graying hair at the temples. His face, deeply wrinkled yet sharp, was defined by its angularity. His eyes, narrow and piercing, were like a sword unsheathed, their brilliance gleaming with a commanding presence. His back was straight, and he exuded the cold, aloof air of a swordsman, like a peerless sword that had weathered countless vicissitudes of life, its edge tempered but still chilling.

Yuan Huai was wearing a black robe with a lifelike five-clawed golden dragon embroidered on it with gold thread. The cuffs and hem were also inlaid with a circle of exquisite metal patterns, exuding a sense of solemnity and majesty.

He is tall and slightly plump, yet majestic.

His gaze was as deep as a pool, as if containing endless wisdom and experience. His every move revealed the calm and heavy aura unique to the cultivators of Zhenlong Valley, like a towering mountain, giving people an unshakable sense of oppression.

Yuan Huai slammed his palm heavily on the bronze table. His body under the dark robe trembled slightly, and the five-clawed golden dragon pattern glowed faintly with the movement.

"How dare these ants from the Seven Nations plot against our Dragon Valley? They are courting death!"

A low roar like muffled thunder rolled out of his throat, and his deep eyes were filled with molten anger, but like a mad dragon bound by iron chains, he deliberately suppressed his voice to prevent his true energy from leaking out.

Yao Qingmeng tapped the white jade teacup with her fingertips, and the crimson hem of her skirt rippled as she sat. The smile on her lips didn't reach her eyes, "Elder Yuan, please calm down. If ordinary people from the seven countries dared to trespass, they would be like moths flying into a veil. But the Dragon Valley wouldn't be so..."

She paused, the jade hairpin on the alchemy furnace reflecting a gentle glow in the candlelight. "The Alchemy Alliance just set up the 'Spirit Vein Nourishing Formation' in the seven nations. If it's shattered by the aftermath of the battle, ten years of hard work would be wasted, but I'm afraid it would be a laughing stock for others."

The long sword at Ren Jiansheng's waist suddenly rang softly, and his tall, thin body leaned forward like a sword unsheathed. The silver cloud-patterned Taoist robe shone with a cold light. "Fellow Daoist Yuan, do you know that 'killing a chicken to scare the monkeys' also requires choosing the right time? The demon tribes outside the borders have been making frequent movements recently. If the cultivation community in the Northern Wilderness Region starts to fight among themselves at this time—"

A cold flash flashed in his narrow eyes. "Back then, the demon tribe tried to counterattack the Northern Wilderness several times. The Seven Kingdoms did make a lot of contributions to us after all, so they can be considered meritorious."

Yuan Huai's nose twitched slightly, his anger subsided a little, but his face remained tense. He stroked the golden dragon pattern on his sleeve with his fingertips, "Master Ren does remember the old grudge. But the majesty of my Dragon Valley..."

Yao Qingmeng put down the teacup, and a dancing crimson fire lotus condensed on his fingertips. "Majesty is not gained by flattening the seven kingdoms."

The fire lotus slowly spun in her palm. "The Alchemy Alliance is willing to use thirty boxes of 'Gathering Spirit Pills' as a betrothal gift to rebuild the 'Dragon Imperial Shrine' in the Seven Kingdoms on behalf of the Dragon Suppression Valley, allowing mortals to offer annual offerings. This will provide a deterrent effect while maintaining a harmonious atmosphere—"

She raised her eyes, her fiery gaze sweeping over Yuan Huai: "What do you think?"

Ren Jiansheng slammed the hilt of his sword against the table, the rune-emblazoned scabbard colliding with the bronze surface making a resonant sound. "My Xuanyang Dao Sect can send disciples to garrison the borders of the seven nations. Ostensibly to 'protect the mortals,' they're actually keeping an eye on the cultivation world of the seven nations for your sect."

His tone was a little slower, but still retained the unquestionable demeanor of a swordsman.

"If Fellow Daoist Yuan insists on resorting to violence, even though Dao Sect won't intervene, it will be difficult to stop other immortal sects from making irresponsible remarks."

Yuan Huai was silent for a long time. He pressed his thick palms against his eyebrows and rubbed them. There was still anger in his voice.

"What a combination of soft and hard tactics, that's all..."

When he raised his eyes, the anger in his eyes had turned into ice. "But the seven nations must offer 100 kilograms of 'Dragon-Suppressing Black Iron' and send 300 boys and girls into the valley every year to 'watch the ceremony'. If I, the Dragon-Suppressing Valley, find out that they dare to act rashly again..."

He suddenly stood up, and the strong wind brought by his black robe extinguished half of the candle flame. "Next time it won't be a negotiation, it will be a sea of ​​blood and corpses."

Before he finished speaking, Yuan Huai had already flown away.

"I will report this to the Valley Master, but this matter will not end here. Today I am giving both of you face."

"But that doesn't mean that we, Zhenlong Valley, will pretend nothing happened!"

The voice gradually faded away, and the two people who remained there looked at each other.

I felt a little emotional for a while.

Yao Qingmeng looked at the direction where Yuan Huai left with a wave of his sleeves, and gently fiddled with the pigeon blood red earrings with her fingertips. Wisps of red fire seeped out from under the crimson hem of her skirt, but turned into wisps of green smoke when they touched the ground.

"The fire in Dragon Valley was finally suppressed. But there were only three hundred boys and girls..."

She suddenly chuckled, and the fire at the corners of her eyes trembled slightly.

"It's like putting living shackles on mortals."

Ren Jiansheng stared at the unburned candle wick on the table, his narrow eyes reflecting the dancing flames. The long sword at his waist suddenly made a humming sound, and the silver-threaded Taoist robe turned frosty.

"Dragons are inherently greedy, let alone a trapped dragon trapped in the Northern Wilderness."

He flicked the ashes off the candlestick with his fingers.

"During the Three Yin Rebellion, the Dragon Suppression Valley turned the Demon Subduing Platform into a pool of blood. Fellow Daoist Yao's Spirit Gathering Pills couldn't eliminate the evil spirit ingrained in them."

?A fire lotus condensed at Yao Qingmeng's fingertips, but it slowly solidified into an ice crystal in the palm of her hand, and the green jade furnace hairpin flashed a faint light.

"What's even more troublesome is outside the Northern Wasteland. Recently, the Dan League's 'Spirit Vein Monitoring Array' on the Arctic Icefield has been experiencing frequent anomalies. Those scaly and horned creatures..."

She suddenly lowered her voice, and the Fire Lotus Ice Crystal began to crackle. "I'm afraid it has smelled the scent of the Demon Emperor's tomb."

Ren Jiansheng knocked the hilt of his sword heavily on the bluestone bricks, and the hem of his Taoist robe moved without wind, revealing the demon-killing talisman engraved between his boots.

"Xuan Yang's 'Qi-Observing Department' has already detected it. The violent aura within the Demon Emperor's blood is even more formidable than the evil power of the Demon Sect."

He suddenly raised his hand and pressed it on the table. A sword-shaped symbol appeared on his palm. "I heard that the 'Blood Soul Banner' of the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan is also drifting north, and there's also the 'Fixing Wave Pearl' of the East Sea Clan..."

Three red-scale jade slips flew out of Yao Qingmeng's sleeves, their surfaces covered in fine cracks. "This is what the Dan League's spies planted in the heart of the demon tribe have reported. When the tomb is revealed, I'm afraid the Northern Wasteland will become a Shura field—"

She suddenly crushed the jade slip into powder, and the fire of elixir burned fiercely in her eyes.

"And Elder Yuan from Zhenlong Valley, who just lost his temper, is probably eager to use the demon clan's claws to scratch the faces of other immortal sects."

When Ren Jiansheng stood up, the cloud-patterned sword seals on his Taoist robe suddenly lit up. The long sword at his waist was unsheathed three inches long. The cold light made his deeply wrinkled face look like frost and snow. "The Taoist Sect has already laid the 'Zhoutian Sword Net' on the border, but..."

He glanced at the candle tears scattered on the ground, and his voice suddenly dropped. "The most urgent task is to stabilize the mad lion of Zhenlong Valley. Daoist Yao's 'Dragon Imperial Shrine' plan, it would be best to add another 30% of the Gathering Spirit Pills—"

He paused, the sound of the sword becoming more urgent. "Otherwise, when the secret treasure of the Demon Emperor's tomb is revealed, if the three sects of the Northern Wasteland start fighting first..."

The two men exchanged glances, and the candlelight suddenly trembled violently, stretching their respective shadows on the wall to great lengths, as if swordsmen were about to fight.