After being exiled for eighteen years, the prince returned to the capital as a veritable immortal.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here!"

Zhou Yi patted Hu Die on the shoulder.

"I'm scared." Hu Die tossed the "Scripture of the Underworld" onto her seat.

"Your Highness, please don't cultivate it, okay?"

“Alright, I won’t cultivate.” Zhou Yi smiled gently.

He never refused Hu Die's requests.

Hu Die was certainly aware of this as well.

She leaned over and lay on Zhou Yi's lap, her heart still pounding.

"What moment made your heart flutter the most these past two days?" Zhou Yi patted Hu Die on the back.

"The most heart-pounding?" Hu Die murmured.

On the carriage shaft, Wu Meng pondered.

It's certain. When Zhou Yi faced the Netherworld Ancestor Clan, he was a celestial being and a half-immortal.

Alternatively, when facing the Martial Emperor, he could be a veteran grandmaster who also holds the reins of the dynasty.

I don't know.

"The first time I saw Consort Wang," Hu Die replied.

There was a hint of embarrassment in his voice.

Consort Wang's wrinkled and white-haired appearance did indeed frighten Hu Die at the time.

She absolutely did not want Zhou Yi to see her looking that old.

Zhou Yi smiled, patted the "Scripture of the Underworld," and asked:

"Something even more terrifying than this?"

“It’s too sinister…” Hu Die shook her head and said, “I just feel like it’s not a good thing.”

“Something bad is better than nothing.” Zhou Yi remained noncommittal.

Hu Die shook her head, her attitude very firm.

She felt a strange sensation while reading aloud.

It was as if they were practicing some kind of heretical martial art.

That feeling made her extremely uneasy.

Fortunately, Zhou Yi agreed not to cultivate.

His Highness always keeps his word and will never go back on his word.

This put Hu Die at ease.

She sat up, picked up the teacup and teapot, and poured tea for Zhou Yi.

"Snapped!"

With a gentle pinch of two slender fingers, the white jade bone china teacup shattered.

Hu Die was startled.

"puff!"

The teapot handle in his other hand was crushed into powder.

Zhou Yi raised his hand and gathered them together.

Small and large pieces of debris, spilled tea, all gathered together and were thrown out the window.

"what!"

Hu Die was startled, her hands half-raised, momentarily at a loss for what to do.

How could she suddenly possess such immense strength?

after all.

Because of her poor talent, she had hardly ever practiced cultivation.

“Qi Refining Level 3,” Zhou Yi said, glancing at the “Netherworld Scripture.”

You've only been reading for a short while, yet you've already advanced to the third level of Qi Refining?

This wicked technique is practically a get-rich-quick scheme.

To know.

For cultivators of average aptitude, it takes one to two years to reach the third level of Qi Refining.

"Then, not everyone in the Underworld Clan is..." Hu Die didn't believe it.

If you can advance just by reading, won't the experts of the Underworld be overflowing?

“It only applies to you,” Zhou Yi added.

If something seems too good to be true, it's probably a trap.

Hu Die hesitated slightly, then her expression hardened, and she said:

"I will never practice evil martial arts."

"Okay, I won't practice." Zhou Yi smiled, without any hint of reluctance.

He looked up and gazed at the ceiling of the carriage.

Above the imperial city.

That mass of death energy grew larger and larger as it gathered.

Moreover, it moves automatically even without wind.

It rotates slowly and at a constant speed.

The moon has risen.

The deathly aura, like dark clouds, obscured the moonlight and cast a shadow.

Bowangyuan was thus shrouded in shadow.

Beneath the tall gate tower, a figure reclines in the shadows.

Zhou Yi stepped down from the carriage and walked towards the shadowy figure.

"belch--"

A loud burp, mixed with the pungent smell of alcohol, hit me in the face.

Then, a large vermilion gourd was raised.

"Tons, tons, tons..."

Another round of heavy drinking ensued.

Zhou Yi stepped onto the stairs, bent down to take the arm of the dark figure, and called out:

"Sixth Imperial Uncle".

The sixth prince was so drunk that he could barely stand upright by grabbing one of his arms.

Hu Die stepped forward and took his other arm.

Upon entering the mansion, the Sixth Prince refused to go inside.

Under his confused and disorderly commands, Zhou Yi and Hu Die helped him walk towards the grove.

Pulin is where the family cemetery is located.

Along the way, the sixth prince continued to splurge like a whale.

He quickly became so drunk that he couldn't move his legs and had to be dragged around by others.

Normally speaking, with Hu Die's strength, it would be very difficult.

But at this moment, she felt very relaxed.

Zhou Yi channeled a stream of spiritual energy into the Sixth Prince's body, relieving his drunkenness.

however.

He got drunk again after only a few steps.

Si Xuan raised his palm and circulated his internal energy, saying:

"Your Highness, I'll help him sober up."

Zhou Yi shook his head.

Hu Die sighed, "The Sixth Prince cannot visit the Crown Prince's grave while he is sober."

……

In front of the prince's tomb.

The sixth prince lay on the ground, raised his wine gourd, and offered a line of wine.

"Big brother, I, I...I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry to you, and to my sister-in-law, and to my two nephews..."

"Um..."

He kept repeating his drunken ramblings over and over again.

When emotions run deep, one bursts into tears.

Si Xuan gripped the Dragon Sparrow Blade tighter and tighter.

The sixth prince felt so guilty.

This precisely demonstrates that the extermination of the Crown Prince's entire family was Empress Wu's plan to have him take his place.

The intoxication seemed to be growing stronger.

The sixth prince grabbed his hair, banged his head on the ground, and roared:

"What the hell am I?"

"what is this!"

……

"Sixth Imperial Uncle".

Zhou Yi patted his shoulder, "My parents and family won't blame you."

after all.

The sixth prince was only two years old when the crown prince's family was exterminated.

What do grudges and feuds have to do with him?

The sixth prince seemed not to hear at all, and continued muttering to himself:

"What am I? What am I..."

"To fall into depravity because of someone else's conspiracy," Zhou Yi said. "Isn't that playing right into their hands?"

The sixth prince's thin body trembled almost imperceptibly.

"Brother, I'm sorry." The sixth prince kowtowed three times, his head swaying unsteadily.

then.

He got up, swaying from side to side, and walked away in a zigzag pattern.

"Your Highness, should we send someone to escort him back to the palace?"

Si Xuan felt that the Sixth Prince was a pitiful person.

Zhou Yi shook his head.

The butterfly sighed:

"He's going to be the crown prince."

"..." Si Xuan was completely confused.

……

Go back inside the house.

Hu Die tossed the "Scripture of the Underworld" aside and took out the Kunling Mirror, a gift from the Second Prince:

"I always felt that there was something strange about this mirror."

The second prince had been mentally unstable for over ten years, and after only meeting her once, he handed this item over to Hu Die.

This bronze mirror can also open Lady Jade Hook's secret chamber and activate the "Scripture of the Underworld".

all of these.

The coincidence is astonishing.

“It’s very strange.” Zhou Yi took the Kunling Mirror and laughed, “It’s quite interesting.”

Zhou Yi pressed his palm against the back of the Kunling Mirror, suddenly unleashing his palm power and uttering a soft shout:

"go with!"

A wisp of black smoke emerged from the mirror, propelled by the force of the palm strike, and shot out the window, drifting towards the palace.

During flight, the black mist condensed into human form.

……

It's getting late.

Zhou Yi and Si Xuan went back to their rooms to rest.

Hu Die grabbed the "Scripture of the Underworld" and threw it into the corner.

After thinking for a moment, she grabbed a cushion and covered the scriptures with it.

Then bring over a round stool and place it on the cushion.

Do it all.

She clapped her hands, satisfied, and went to bed.

She would never practice any unorthodox or heretical cultivation methods.

Covered with a light silk quilt, Hu Die quickly fell asleep.

Breathing is even, with the chest rising and falling rhythmically.

High above her head.

The dark, deathly clouds gathered and grew larger.

Slowly, it rotates on its own.