The sect is full of evildoers, but I am the eldest brother.

"Everyone knows that Princess Yongning is the granddaughter of Ji Changkang, the current ruler of the Great Dragon Kingdom."

As Die Qianchou finished speaking, he suddenly felt an inexplicable chill.

Turn your head.

Yan Chichun just smiled at him, and there was some indescribable meaning in her smile.

In an instant, Die Qianchou felt a chill down his spine and an uncontrollable fear rose in his heart.

"But his true origins may be related to the Guhua Dynasty, the predecessor of the Dalong Dynasty!"

Although Yan Chichun did not make any threatening gestures on the surface, and even had a gentle look in his eyes, Di Qianchou had already been frightened and had a psychological trauma.

Fearing that he would displease the great Buddha again, Di Qianchou dared not continue to be vague and quickly continued:

"After our investigation, we discovered that the blood flowing in Ji Xiaqing's body...is not the blood of the Great Dragon Royal Family!"

"Oh?" Yan Chichun raised her eyebrows, which aroused her curiosity. She nodded and said:

"go on."

Die Qianchou secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then he told them all their previous investigations and results.

He claimed that he had led the Blood Evil Hall to fight against the current crown prince sixteen years ago.

It was after this battle that clues were discovered.

"Blood repulsion..."

Yan Chichun pondered for a while, then suddenly sneered and said casually, "Has it been confirmed?"

"Of course!" Die Qianchou nodded seriously. "If it weren't for this, we wouldn't have taken the risk of touching Princess Yongning right under the noses of Mr. Yu Yiwuquan and the Imperial Tutor."

Because of the special nature of the Blood Demonic Art, the only way to become stronger is to rely on continuous slaughter and absorb fresh blood from outside the body into the body for refining and integration.

Until the qi and blood turn into evil and be used by me.

Although this technique can improve one's own cultivation almost violently in a short period of time.

But after all, it is a kind of magic skill. Even if its advantages are so, its disadvantages are also relatively obvious.

Once you practice the Blood Demonic Art, there is no turning back!

There is only one reason.

The Blood Demonic Art is a type of martial art that has its own consciousness and is extremely violent. It runs in the body all the time and cannot be stopped just because you want to.

To practice this magic skill, one needs to feed back the energy and blood at the cost of one's own energy and blood.

But the human body's own blood is not endless.

If there is not enough qi and blood to support it.

If the magic power continues to operate, sooner or later the blood and qi will be transformed into evil and compressed into a human body!

Therefore, the Blood Evil Hall is not only the most active evil cultivator in the eyes of the world, but also the most notorious evil cultivator in the martial arts world, simply because they practice the Blood Evil Heavenly Demon Art and need a constant supply of fresh blood.

Although the other twelve halls of the Blood Alliance also belong to evil cultivators, none of them is as helpless as the Blood Demon Hall.

Whether they like it or not, they are forced to take human lives.

Otherwise, if you don’t kill anyone… you will die!

Die Qianchou was the one who attacked and injured the prince.

Successfully obtained some blood of the Ji royal family, who were born with the dragon energy of the dynasty.

While escaping, he happened to see a beautiful woman giving birth.

With the idea that more is better, Die Qianchou will naturally not let it go.

Who would have guessed.

In a small account room, the ruler of a country, the national teacher, the princes, and the general who protects the country appeared...

That was the first time Di Qianchou was so close to death, as if it was just around the corner!

Fortunately, almost everyone in the Blood Evil Hall knows the art of escaping blood, even the deacon Di Qianchou is no exception.

He spent all his money to escape with a piece of baby's umbilical cord stained with blood and only the size of a thumb.

However, when absorbing it, he suddenly discovered that there was not a trace of dynasty dragon energy on the umbilical cord, and there was even a serious rejection phenomenon with the prince's blood that he had absorbed not long ago.

At first, Die Qianchou didn't care.

He didn't find out until later.

That woman was actually the Crown Princess handpicked by the Emperor of the Dalong Dynasty!

The occurrence of blood rejection can only mean one thing.

Princess Yongning, born to the Crown Princess...

There is no direct blood relationship with the prince!

"The royal family is always in chaos, this is nothing surprising." Yan Chichun waved his hand casually and said nonchalantly: "Perhaps the Crown Princess is having an affair with a traitor, or perhaps the Queen Mother has a favorite, or perhaps..."

Her eyes were high and deep, and she said lightly:

"The Crown Prince you see is just a puppet promoted by Ji Changkang. The real Crown Prince is still firmly behind the scenes, commanding all directions."

In her previous life, Yan Chichun was not interested in the royal family's affairs. Even if she were to live again, she would still be too lazy to pay attention to them.

As long as you don't block her way, it has nothing to do with her. Otherwise, you will die!

“I felt that way at first.”

Die Qianchou first agreed with Yan Chichun, and then expressed his own opinion.

"But isn't this a bit of an exaggeration?"

Die Qianchou proposed a hypothesis: "Just think of the prince as a puppet pushed forward by the emperor."

"The evil cultivators launched a massive attack, breaking into the palace and attempting to seize the crown prince's head. The emperor was not in a hurry, but instead, he took a group of princes and confidants to guard the delivery tent."

"Since it's just a superficial effort, shouldn't we at least put on a show? But they didn't send any troops, ignored the situation, and finally evacuated all the key figures of the Great Dragon Dynasty. It's truly unbelievable."

I really don't understand why Die Qianchou is so sad.

He didn't think that Ji Changkang, who was known as the first "Martial Emperor" in history, would be afraid of a group of small evil cultivators like them, not to mention that this was in the Ji family palace.

The Qishi Mansion, which houses all kinds of talented people, includes a sleeping old monster, the Eternal Martial Emperor, the Great General who protects the country...

Such a strong foundation.

It's just a surprise attack from one of the Blood Alliance halls, why are you so cautious?

Besides, this Blood Demon Hall is not that Blood Demon Hall.

Instead, it was the Blood Demon Hall, which had been sanctioned by the Righteous Alliance, severely damaged, and only one tenth of its evil members remained.

If Di Qianchou had not been in his prime at that time, with outstanding fighting power and lofty ambitions.

Even if he had ten times the courage, he would not dare to bring a group of minions to sneak into the palace to assassinate the prince and create chaos.

"I remember this was Yu Nian's idea. What did he do after the split up..."

Die Qianchou stood still and pondered, memories of the past flooding into his mind like a tide, but he still didn't understand where Master Yu had gone that night.

It was only when they fled back to the temporary base that they saw Die Qianchou covered in blood...

Yu Nian was standing with his back to him, using a dagger to scrape the bone to treat the poison.

As for who seriously injured him, Yu Nian did not say, but just told him to be more careful in the future, then put on his clothes and left.

At this point, the matter was dropped.

No one mentioned it and it ended in nothing.

"I've said so much, it's all just your suspicion."

Yan Chichun shook his head slightly.

He turned around and walked calmly towards the entrance of the dilapidated temple.

Standing on the stone steps covered with silver frost.

Yan Chichun stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance at the dark night.

There, a bright moon, exceptionally soft, hangs in the night sky.

"Today's people cannot see the ancient moon, but today's moon once illuminated the ancients."

"But no matter how I look at it...it's not as glorious as I remember."

Die Qianchou wanted to make some excuses, but when Yan Chichun walked out of the house, he had no choice but to follow him.

Outside the temple.

The evening breeze brings a slight coolness.

Die Qianchou looked at the moon and sighed:

"I have seen the most beautiful moon, but that was the closest I have ever been to death."

"Indeed... it's quite shameful."