Genius in the whole system: The useless young lady dominates the world

“Nalan Rongshang?” Lu Lingxi’s cold gaze fell on Zi Yan’s panicked face, her tone tinged with mockery, “At this point, you still want to throw mud at others? Zi Yan, aren’t you too naive?”

Lu Lingxi slowly stepped forward, the invisible pressure almost suffocating her. "The Love Silk Corrosion Gu Pill is extremely poisonous. It is colorless and odorless. Once mixed into food, the poisoned person will indeed be consumed by lust and lose their mind."

Lu Lingxi's voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone in the hall, "But you probably don't know, or rather, the person who gave you the medicine didn't tell you the whole truth at all."

Upon hearing this, Zi Yan's face drained of color, and an ominous premonition gripped her.

"This drug is indeed an aphrodisiac, but it is also a deadly poison!" A cold glint flashed in Lu Lingxi's eyes. "If the poisoned person cannot find a specific antidote in time, they will exhaust their essence in endless lust and eventually explode and die. Even their soul will be completely eroded by the threads of lust, and they will never be able to be reborn. You gave Rong Zhi this poison not because you wanted to have him, but because you wanted to kill him!"

"No...no, I didn't know! The Black Abyss Saintess didn't tell me!" Zi Yan completely broke down. She collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down her face, pointing at empty space and screaming, "It was her! She lied to me! She said this medicine would only...only make him..."

Seeing Zi Yan's ugly state, Nalan Rongzhi felt no pity, only indifference and disgust. He felt that even looking at her would sully his eyes.

"Take her down and throw her into the dungeon. Keep her under strict guard. No one is allowed to visit her without my order!" Nalan Rongzhi coldly commanded.

Immediately, two demon palace guards stepped forward and dragged the limp Zi Yan away like a dead dog. Her desperate cries and curses gradually faded away until they disappeared.

The side hall returned to silence, leaving only Lu Lingxi Yao, Nalan Rongzhi, and Baihu.

“Lu Lingqingyue… Nalan Rongshang…” Nalan Rongzhi murmured these two names, his eyes filled with murderous intent. “They have a good plan. They want to use someone else to kill, incite internal strife, and reap the benefits.”

"Since they've set this up, let's play along and give them a 'big gift'." Lu Lingxi's lips curled into a cold smile.

Nalan Rongzhi looked at her and instantly understood her thoughts. The two smiled at each other, their tacit understanding unspoken.

Soon, shocking news swept through the entire Demon Realm—Demon Lord Xiehuang (Nalan Rongzhi's commonly used title, sometimes he also used his real name, but Xiehuang was more intimidating) suddenly "relapsed" after meeting with Ziyan, the young master of Demon Abyss City (it was claimed to be due to the lingering effects of demonic poison) and died!

Upon hearing the news, a chorus of wails erupted throughout Nine Nether City. The Demon Palace was draped in mourning, the atmosphere oppressive. Xiling Qianluo was heartbroken and publicly announced that she would severely punish the murderer, Ziyan, and temporarily take over the affairs of the Demon Realm to stabilize the situation. Meanwhile, the Demon Palace's defenses seemed to have experienced a brief period of chaos and relaxation due to the Demon Lord's sudden death.

The news reached the Wasteland City and Lu Lingqingyue, who was secretly lurking, at top speed.

In the desolate city, Nalan Rongshang received a secret report. He was stunned at first, then burst into wildly joyful laughter!

"Dead? Nalan Rongzhi is dead? Hahahaha!!!" He paced back and forth in the hall, his face flushed with excitement. "It must be that Love Silk Corrosion Gu Pill. That stupid woman Ziyan actually succeeded."

The trusted confidants beside him also offered their congratulations: "Congratulations, Your Majesty! With Xie Huang dead, the Demon Realm is leaderless, making this the perfect time for you to reclaim the throne!"

“That’s right! Nalan Rongzhi is dead. How could Xiling Qianluo, a woman, possibly control the overall situation? Those wavering old subordinates must be in a state of panic right now. As soon as our army arrives, they will surely surrender without a second thought!”

After the initial euphoria, a hint of doubt flashed in Nalan Rongshang's eyes. "Could there be a trap in this matter?" He had learned his lesson once before and had become more cautious.

“Your Majesty is overthinking this!” An elderly man who looked like a strategist stepped forward and said, “The Love Silk Corrosion Gu Pill is so domineering that even if Nalan Rongzhi has extraordinary strength, he would have no chance of escaping it. Moreover, our spies planted in Jiuyou City have already sent back news that they saw the Demon Palace covered in white, and Xiling Qianluo was heartbroken and said that she wanted to tear Ziyan to pieces. How could this be false?”

"I'm still not at ease," Nalan Rongshang pondered. "Send a trusted person, at all costs, to infiltrate Nine Nether City and confirm his body with your own eyes!"

"Yes!"

A few days later, the spies responsible for confirming the information risked their lives to sneak back and brought back exciting news. They had bribed a low-ranking servant of the Demon Palace and spotted "Nalan Rongzhi" in the ice coffin placed in the mourning hall from afar. The "corpse" was bluish-purple, lifeless, and had some strange black patterns remaining on its body (naturally faked by Lu Lingxi Yao using illusion magic and special potions), perfectly matching the signs of death after being poisoned by the Love Silk Corrosion Gu Pill.

At this point, Nalan Rongshang's last doubts vanished, and he completely believed that Nalan Rongzhi was truly dead!

"Pass on my orders!" Nalan Rongshang, full of vigor, drew his sword and pointed it towards Jiuyou City. "Assemble all forces and depart immediately. Target—Jiuyou City!"

"Roar! Roar! Roar!" Inside the wasteland city, countless rebel soldiers roared, their morale soaring.

Nalan Rongshang's army, like a black tide, marched towards Jiuyou City. As he had expected, many city lords who had originally been neutral or secretly supported him defected and joined his ranks, making the army even more powerful.

Outside Jiuyou City, after a symbolic resistance, the city gates were "forced" to open. Nalan Rongshang, riding a ferocious demonic beast and surrounded by a group of generals, strode arrogantly into the capital city he had always dreamed of. On both sides of the street, there were "trembling" residents and "panicked" guards.

He fought his way unimpeded to the Demon Palace. Xiling Qianluo led a group of "loyal" guards in a final "resistance" at the entrance of the Demon Palace, but they were quickly overwhelmed by Nalan Rongshang's army.

"Hahaha, Xiling Qianluo, you've finally met your match!" Nalan Rongshang looked at the "captured" Xiling Qianluo (a hint of coldness lurked in her eyes), and laughed triumphantly. "That short-lived bastard Nalan Rongzhi is dead. Now, I am the true master of the Demon Realm!"

He ignored Xiling Qianluo and rushed to the main hall. He pushed open the heavy doors and strode in, his eyes greedily fixed on the throne that symbolized the highest power in the demon realm. He seemed to see himself ruling the world and receiving the worship of all demons!

He climbed the steps one by one, reaching out his hand, just as he was about to touch the cold yet alluring armrest of the throne...

"Clap! Clap! Clap!" The crisp applause suddenly rang out in the hall.

Nalan Rongshang's body stiffened abruptly, his smile instantly freezing. A chill ran down his spine. He turned his head in horror and saw two figures slowly emerging from the shadows of the hall.

Leading the group was none other than Nalan Rongzhi, who should have been lying in an ice coffin with a bluish-purple face. A cold sneer played on his lips, and his eyes were sharp as knives. He looked nothing like a "dead man."

Beside him nestled the white-clad woman he hated to the core—Lu Lingxi Yao. She was looking at him with a half-smile, as if she were looking at a clown.

"Nalan Rongzhi? You...you're not dead?" Nalan Rongshang looked as if he had seen a ghost, and all the color drained from his face instantly.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you, my brother.” Nalan Rongzhi’s voice was cold and calm. “You did a good job with this performance, but unfortunately, your acting skills were too poor and full of loopholes.”

“Impossible, my informants clearly saw it…” Nalan Rongshang still couldn’t believe it.