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

A white skull, the size of a futon.

His two large eye sockets were filled with a dark, deathly aura.

Two rows of gleaming white teeth, constantly chewing with a "crunch, crunch" sound.

He curled his lips into a sinister grin, glaring at Zhou Yi and the other man.

Hu Die, who was timid and afraid of walking alone at night, did not feel fear at this moment. Instead, she asked curiously:

"Is this what 'death' is?"

“Yes, it’s also called the Necromancer.” Zhou Yi nodded.

"Like a monstrous sin?"

“No. The evil is created by a person’s celestial soul, which is yang in nature,” Zhou Yi said. “This ‘death’ is cold and yin, which is yin in nature. It should be made by a person’s terrestrial soul.”

"How does Your Highness know that it was made by someone?"

"When I raided the lair of the Underworld Ancestor, I saw the formation being made."

Hu Die seemed to suddenly remember something and nodded, saying:

"Yes, that's a Soul Refining Array. A Grandmaster can 'die' with their bare hands..."

As if suddenly realizing something, Hu Die's expression changed drastically:

"How...how do I know all this, and so clearly?"

While talking.

He died, his mouth agape in a wide grin.

He spewed a breath of black death energy at the two of them.

A suffocating aura of death loomed over us.

However, Zhou Yi and Hu Die, shrouded in deathly aura, showed no reaction whatsoever.

The white skull, seemingly sensing something was wrong, turned and disappeared into the thick cloud of deathly mist behind it.

then.

The black mist churned and suddenly disappeared into the house.

Hu Die raised her hand and grabbed at the air, pulling the black mist back.

She blew a light breath.

The deathly aura dissipated, leaving only a white skull staring uneasily at the two.

Zhou Yi extended a finger and touched the skull's forehead.

The undead struggled desperately, making threatening "hoarse" noises.

Helplessly, it was trapped in mid-air and could not move an inch.

After a brief moment of perception, Zhou Yi smiled and said:

"As expected, it is an Earth Soul."

“Who could be so vicious as to create ‘evil’ and ‘death’?” Hu Die asked, still shaken.

“Your Highness, I will not practice this evil technique. You have destroyed my foundation.”

"Silly girl, cultivation techniques are neither evil nor good; only humans are."

Zhou Yi stroked the top of her head and said, "Now, you can clear away the death energy here."

Her slender fingers suddenly clenched.

The necromancer let out a scream and "poof" turned into a wisp of deathly energy.

Hu Die felt a slight tremor within her body.

She was well aware that her cultivation had improved once again.

……

Outside the village.

The fourth prince was restless, and every now and then he would stand on tiptoe and look into the village:

"Second Brother, Sixth Brother, do you think Miss Hu Die will be alright?"

The second prince and the sixth prince glanced sideways at the deathly fog that enveloped the village, but remained silent.

The Fifth Prince sighed:

"Sigh... Zhou Yi is fine on his own, but with a woman by his side, he has to use his magic to protect her."

“The two of them, they won’t…” The Third Prince’s expression seemed to brighten.

Sudden.

The second prince and the sixth prince's pupils suddenly dilated as they turned to look at the dead fog.

The Third Prince and the Fifth Prince exchanged a glance.

Could it be that Zhou Yi is in danger?

"how is this possible?"

The Second Prince and the Sixth Prince's expressions changed slightly, and they both cried out in surprise.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" The fourth prince scratched his head and asked anxiously.

"The death aura and its damaging power have disappeared!" the Second Prince exclaimed in surprise.

Has it become harmless?

The princes glanced behind them at the even larger mass of deathly fog above the imperial city.

Doesn't that mean the people in the village are just like those in the sky?

This change could only be related to Zhou Yi, who just entered the place.

Zhou Yi has resolved the stagnant atmosphere in the village!

The Third Prince and the others were simply shocked.

The second and sixth princes were shocked, their disbelief mixed with resentment...

We are all royal family grandmasters.

Why are you so arrogant?

"My nephew is awesome!" the fourth prince exclaimed excitedly.

Problem solved, now you can go visit the Hundred Flowers Pavilion!

The Third Prince seemed to be deep in thought when he said:

"Since it's harmless, there's no need to burn it with the Divine Dragon Flame, right?"

Previously, the princes had exhausted a great deal of their magical power in their attempt to burn away the deadly mist.

The fifth prince nodded.

It would be best to conserve some mana.

After all, they couldn't compare to the profound magical power of a Grandmaster.

however.

Suddenly, the entire mass of dead fog rose from the ground and drifted towards the sky above the imperial city.

Soon, it merged into that huge mass of deathly fog.

Lijiazhuang has been restored to peace and tranquility.

The second prince and the sixth prince exchanged a glance, revealing a deep sense of powerlessness.

This imperial nephew is at the same Grandmaster level as them.

Twenty years younger than them, yet his maturity surpassed that of the two.

It was as if he had no desires, yet everything was under his control.

The Third Prince stepped forward and, out of sight of the others, clasped hands with the Fifth Prince.

While others vie for the throne, they have the support of a grandmaster.

They had powerful backing, but their cultivation levels were inferior to their three opponents.

If the two join forces, there might still be a glimmer of hope.

……

The carriage was back on the road.

"Your Highness, shall we go to the Martial Arts Alliance?" Si Xuan asked.

"How about a few days?"

Zhou Yi said, "Just to prevent anyone else from courting death in the capital."

After saying that, he glanced at the huge, self-rotating fog above the imperial city.

The important thing is that this thing needs to be handled properly.

"When will the dead fog disappear?" Hu Die asked.

Although Zhou Yi said that thing was harmless.

A deathly aura looming overhead always creates immense psychological pressure for people.

"When you advance to the Golden Core stage and open your Qi Sea," Zhou Yi said.

"I don't want to..." Hu Die's face was pale, and she gently covered her lips with her jade hand.

Her dantian was actually the final destination of all this death energy!

"I'd rather die!"

"Unwilling to rid the people of this scourge," Zhou Yi laughed, "to let the deathly aura drift freely?"

Hu Die's tears flowed.

Hmph, he's still laughing.

"Am I...am I an unlucky person?" Hu Die lay on Zhou Yi's lap, her heart shattered.

"How could this be?" Zhou Yi patted his trembling back.

"Death energy is nothing more than yin energy."

“When cultivators cultivate, they absorb yang spiritual energy. Yin spiritual energy can also be used.”

"Heaven is yang, earth is yin; man is yang, woman is yin. It's perfectly normal."

Hu Die still didn't believe it, "You're lying to me."

"Cultivation techniques are neither good nor evil; it is people who are good or evil," Zhou Yi said.

Hu Die burst into laughter through her tears.

……

Jinluan Palace.

"What?! Someone's actually courting death?!"

"The heinous crimes happening in various places, are those 'heinous' acts also man-made?!"

"The Mahayana sect has committed 'sins,' and the Netherworld race is courting 'death'!"

"They truly have no end in their desire to destroy our Great Qian Dynasty!"

……

After hearing Zhou Yi's explanation, the ministers were filled with righteous indignation.

At the same time, it also caused me a great headache.

Currently, the Mahayana sect is causing trouble from time to time east of the imperial city.

The Underworld Clan, starting from the western border, continuously invades eastward.

Both karma and death are spiritual entities, visible only to those at the Grandmaster level or above.

Therefore, both rebel groups were undefeated, and the imperial court suffered repeated defeats.

Fortunately, there was an official in charge of the imperial grandson.

With him guarding the city, at least the capital city can remain stable.

"My esteemed ministers, what is a good plan to solve this problem once and for all?"

Emperor Wu asked.

The ministers were at a loss and remained silent for a moment.

To deal with evil and death, one must at least have the cultivation level of a Grandmaster.

On the imperial court's side, the number of grandmasters suddenly surged.

However, there were only four people.

Apart from Empress Wu, who was in charge of the court, there were three others remaining.

The Mahayana sect and the underworld clan have spread their crimes in multiple locations, with criminal activities occurring throughout the country.

Even if all three grandmasters were sent out, they wouldn't be able to handle the workload.

If the court does not rescue the people who are suffering from floods and fires, how can it gain the trust of the people?

"What use are you to me if I keep you around?"

Empress Wu slammed her hand on the table in fury.

The ministers trembled with fear and dared not utter a sound.

"Your Majesty, I believe..."

A slightly trembling voice rang out, and Xu Chen from the Imperial Observatory stepped forward.

The Empress frowned.

Old man, how dare you spout any more nonsense about divine punishment or an edict of self-reproach?

He wouldn't mind wiping out the entire enemy family.

“This deathly fog overhead is related to the Prince Yi’s mansion,” Xu Chen said.