The Emperor's Domineering Favor, the Evil Consort's Unparalleled Reign

"Boss, our shop!" The waiter watched in horror as the shop turned to dust in an instant, his face filled with shock. He looked at the man with an indescribable fear. Only a Spirit Lord could possess such power, yet the man in front of him was only seventeen or eighteen years old. How could he have such terrifying power?!

The shop owner was utterly astonished. He'd been running the shop for decades and had seen many similar incidents, but he'd never witnessed anything like this—his entire shop reduced to nothing. Looking at the young couple before him, a chill ran down his spine, and he instinctively clutched the gold box tightly to his chest. What's meant to be will be; he could only hope they would spare him.

Yin Huan knew exactly what the shop owner was thinking, so she shook her head and smiled, took out a spirit pearl from her pocket and threw it to the shop owner, "This is a spirit pearl made from the inner core of an ant beast. Although it's not very precious, it should be enough to compensate your shop. I'm sorry about what happened earlier."

At this moment, the shop owner's facial muscles froze. A spirit pearl refined from the inner core of an ant beast—how precious was that? It wouldn't be enough for just his shop; even a thousand shops could have enough. While ant beast inner cores were easy to obtain, only high-level disciples could access the Spirit Beast Mountain Range. Ordinary people like them, with their weak spiritual power, would never have the opportunity to go to the Spirit Beast Mountain Range in their entire lives. Even if they did go, surviving was a feat, let alone obtaining an inner core. Moreover, a single spirit pearl required at least ten thousand ant beast inner cores to refine. Such a generous gift, given directly to an ordinary person, was wealth they couldn't spend in ten lifetimes.

"This..." The shop owner held the tiny spirit pearl in his hands, his mind already filled with joy and astonishment. It really is true that what is meant to be will be! Life is truly wondrous; you never see the twists and turns until the very end.

Wait a minute! These spirit pearls are usually only found in the Mu Dynasty, how come that young man has one? Could he be a member of the Mu Dynasty?!

As everyone knows, the Mu Dynasty is the ruling center of all sects and nations across the entire Spirit Domain Continent. Every year, various nations pay tribute to the dynasty. The various inner cores, normally considered treasures for cultivation, are now insignificant. Furthermore, the sheer volume of tribute makes it difficult to prepare hundreds or even thousands of boxes to hold the inner cores of spirit beasts and various rare herbs each year. Therefore, during tribute, each nation refines its inner cores into spirit pearls, and each nation contributes fifty boxes of spirit pearls as tribute annually. This is much more convenient. Although Yin Huan gave relatively low-grade spirit pearls, ordinary people rarely even see them. How could a commoner not be astonished by such a lavish gift?

Yin Huan ignored the stunned shopkeeper and waiter, and carried Ying Li to his residence, a secluded mountain villa in Huai'an Kingdom. The place was tranquil and perfect for recuperation. He had some troublesome business to attend to here, so he decided to stay a few more days.

Gently placing Ying Li on the bed, Yin Huan looked at the girl's tightly furrowed brows, then at her thin, bony wrists, and frowned slightly. The girl seemed even thinner than before. Just who was this girl? How come both times she was seen, she was severely injured and had no spiritual power left?

But judging from the other person's physique, they didn't seem to be an ordinary person. Could there be some hidden secret? Thinking of this, Yin Huan covered Ying Li with a brocade quilt and was about to get some pills to heal her when she suddenly noticed a slight redness at the corner of the other person's eyes.

Deep pupils... The girl in front of me has actually cultivated deep pupils. Ha, she's truly an extraordinary girl. Could it be that she's the little girl who shone brightly in Bixia Palace and killed Yuan Zhongyue? Yin Huan's expression froze. If it were her, it would make sense.

As she pondered, Ying Li slowly opened her eyes. The sudden loss of spiritual energy she had felt earlier was merely a temporary effect of overexerting her body. With sufficient rest, the withered bone ring would naturally and slowly heal her wounds. Before her were extremely simple brocade quilts and curtains, and the room was filled with a light fragrance of flowers and fruits. Unlike the biting cold outside, it was not like this place. Winter was approaching, and every night Ying Li spent on the run was extremely difficult. But here it was different; it was warm and safe, and it had a very familiar feel to it.

There was a fluctuation of spiritual energy in the room. Ying Li was startled and turned her head sharply. She saw a young man. The young man was extremely handsome, with a sculpted face and distinct, angular features. Especially his eyes, which were as clear and transparent as lake water. The corners of his eyes were slightly upturned, and his pure pupils narrowed slightly in surprise at seeing her wake up. His thin lips were as pale as water. Although he gave off a cold and intimidating aura, Ying Li felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity and warmth, especially the cool and refreshing scent emanating from him, which seemed familiar to her from long ago.

"Who are you?" Ying Li asked subconsciously. She remembered that she had never seen the person in front of her before. Before she fainted, she should have been in that small inn, but now, looking at the layout of this room, it was not as exquisite as that small inn could have.

Yin Huan was initially somewhat relieved, but upon hearing Ying Li's question, she realized that the girl had forgotten her after their last meeting at Lingxiu Mountain, or perhaps she hadn't remembered at all due to her confusion. Although she didn't dwell on it, a trace of emotion still stirred within her. Yin Huan felt ridiculous; they weren't old friends, nor had they ever formally met, so why was she still acting like a child? She shook her head and said, "My name is Yin Huan. I found you unconscious at the inn, so I brought you back."

"You brought me back from those people?" Ying Li was somewhat surprised. Gao Han was at the second level of divine cultivation, and with those three hundred or so thugs, the boy in front of her looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, not much older than her. To be able to save her from so many people, it seemed that this boy was quite capable. Or perhaps, was he related to Yuan Zhongxue?

Seeing Ying Li's doubts, Yin Huan wasn't angry. Instead, she changed the subject and asked, "Are you a disciple of Bixia Palace?"

Ying Li nodded, and saw Yin Huan take out a silver badge from his waist, engraved with fiery red clouds. This was the token of a mid-level disciple of Bixia Palace. If this person was indeed a mid-level disciple of Bixia Palace, then defeating Gao Han and his group would be more than enough. However, the fact that this young man had such achievements at such a young age surprised Ying Li.

"Don't worry, I have no relation to the Yuan siblings. I only came here temporarily because of some business. You are badly injured. I'll go get some medicine for you." Yin Huan smiled, placed the silver medal by the bedside, and went outside to get some medicinal herbs for Ying Li.

“Girl, this person is no ordinary person. I think he’s not an ordinary person. After you fainted just now, this person actually…” The alluring man’s expression was somewhat unpleasant. Yin Huan’s strength was unpredictable, and even he could not detect how powerful the other party was.

Hearing the alluring man's words, Ying Li couldn't hide her shock. Yin Huan had actually rescued her from over three hundred experts all by herself. It seemed that there were even more experts among the mid-level disciples, and she was far inferior to them. As for Yin Huan's family, Ying Li had a rough idea. Every mid-level disciple's family was extremely powerful, far beyond what she could have imagined. So she decided to stop thinking about it and observe first.

Ying Li turned to look at Yin Huan standing before her. He took out a mysterious brocade from his waist and poured out two spiritual pills—spirit gathering pills made from top-grade spirit gathering herbs! Back then, the spirit gathering pills she had made for her grandfather were only made from low-grade spirit gathering herbs, yet their spiritual power was already incredibly strong. Now, with Yin Huan producing two top-grade spirit gathering pills, Ying Li felt a surge of lightness throughout her body. It was clear that Yin Huan's family was exceptionally powerful.

"Eat these, and your injuries will heal. If all goes well, you'll break through to the next level in a couple of days," Yin Huan said, handing the two high-grade Spirit Gathering Pills to Ying Li.

Ying Li took the two Spirit Gathering Pills, looked at them with some doubt, and said, "Why did you save me? These two Spirit Gathering Pills are so precious, you should keep them for yourself. I just need to rest for a few days."

Just as Yin Huan was about to speak, his expression suddenly changed. He pulled Ying Li up and rolled them into the brocade quilt, forcefully shoving the two Spirit Gathering Pills into her mouth. Ying Li felt a tightness in her throat, and before she could resist, she had already swallowed the two pills. The rich, nourishing spiritual energy surged within Ying Li's dantian, making her feel hot and burning all over.

Yin Huan tightly covered Ying Li's mouth, preventing him from making a sound. Their breaths overlapped, and Ying Li looked up at Yin Huan's extremely long eyelashes, feeling a sudden flutter in his heart.

"I'm so sorry, A-Li!" Yin Huan held his breath, sensing something was wrong outside, and could only apologize to Ying Li. He then pushed Ying Li away and leaned down, slowly getting closer to her. Before Ying Li could react, her lips were already being invaded by the person in front of her. His lips were soft and tender, and the sudden kiss caught her off guard like a storm. Ying Li's mind went blank. Her spiritual energy returned, and her injuries had healed, but she still couldn't muster any strength in the face of the man's advances.

"I knew you'd be here!" A sudden, sweet cry rang out, tinged with a hint of playful anger. Ying Li felt a sudden brightness before her eyes as the brocade quilt covering her was abruptly pulled away, revealing Yin Huan's face. His soft kisses continued, his warm breath brushing against Ying Li's face, causing her to flush. Startled, she felt another sharp pain in her lower abdomen.

"Ah! Who is this bitch?! Stop right there!" the woman shouted again, her spiritual energy subtly flowing around her, and a murderous aura flashing in her eyes.

Yin Huan then stopped, holding Ying Li tightly in her arms, and said, "Who else could it be? Naturally, it's my woman."

The woman's expression changed drastically. Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly noticed a deep red stain under the brocade quilt, which also stained Yin Huan's clothes with a touch of red plum blossom. Her face turned red and white, and she swung her hand in a cold slash, aiming straight at the woman in Yin Huan's arms!