My low-key cultivation of immortality was discovered by the emperor in my diary.

Upon receiving the news, the Prefect of Jingzhao rushed to Xinghualou with his men.

In the dim light, a cool and aloof figure came into view; it was Chu Lengyu.

She stood alone amidst the dappled shadows, her expression serene, as if the surrounding turmoil had nothing to do with her.

Upon seeing her, the Prefect of the Capital felt a great weight lifted from his heart.

He took a deep breath, strode forward, clasped his hands in a respectful bow, and asked somewhat urgently, "Grand Preceptor, what exactly happened here?"

Chu Lengyu calmly replied, "Someone tried to assassinate me, but I killed them instead. It's that simple."

Upon hearing this, the Prefect of the Capital looked down at the mess on the ground and was shocked by what he saw. The bodies of the assassins were scattered all over the ground, all with their eyes wide open in death, and blood stained the carpet.

Fortunately, apart from the assassins, no one else was harmed, and all the other guests in the building were safe and sound.

In this situation, the Prefect of the Capital couldn't help but feel secretly fortunate. If it weren't for the presence of the Imperial Advisor, who had resolved the matter swiftly and decisively, this assassination attempt would likely have led to an even greater disaster.

A moment later, his subordinate came to report the situation. After listening to the report, the Prefect of the Capital looked troubled.

Since no survivors were left in this case, it is unlikely that any useful clues can be found from these suicide bombers.

In addition, this case involves a wide range of people, including foreign envoys such as Yue Mu. If it is handled improperly, it may trigger conflicts among countries and even cause turmoil in the world.

Of course, he would never dare to blame Chu Lengyu for not leaving any survivors.

After pondering for a moment, the Prefect of the Capital, knowing the case was thorny, shamelessly bowed and sought advice from Chu Lengyu:

"Such a shocking thing has happened in broad daylight in the capital city. I will do my utmost to thoroughly investigate this case."

However… this matter concerns diplomatic relations and cannot be taken lightly. I wonder if the Grand Preceptor has any advice?

Chu Lengyu gently raised her hand, a faint glow flowing from her fingertips, and said leisurely, "All things in the world have a spirit. Even the dead can speak."

After he finished speaking, the fluorescent light swayed gently, and the illusory and hazy outlines of souls gradually took shape.

Everyone who saw this was speechless, their faces filled with fear and awe.

Such methods are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The Prefect of the Capital was utterly shocked, staring in disbelief at the scene before him.

He knew that Chu Lengyu was extraordinary, but he never expected that she could cross the boundary between life and death and communicate with the underworld. This was truly astonishing!

He asked with awe, "Grand Preceptor, this... this could be the three souls and seven spirits of a person?"

"Exactly." These were the very things she had caught while opening the window to ventilate the room.

Chu Lengyu looked at the souls of these assassins and said in a slightly cold voice, "The souls contain memories of their past lives. I have my own ways to make them 'speak'."

Each of those souls carried intense resentment and bitterness, seemingly stronger than the souls of ordinary people.

Under her control, the assassin's soul began to flicker with a faint light, and scenes of memories appeared before everyone like phantoms.

From their training and receiving orders to their infiltration of Xinghualou, every detail was revealed.

Everyone present witnessed this and was filled with awe at Chu Lengyu's abilities.

They had never seen such a magical and real "memory," nor had they ever felt the boundary between life and death so closely.

The Prefect of the Capital was thrilled. With these memories as clues, he was sure he could find the real culprit.

The memory playback has ended.

Chu Lengyu said quietly, "From this incident, I only see one thing—the world lacks respect for me."

Her eyes were as cold as an icy pool; with a slight narrowing, the surrounding temperature plummeted.

An extremely cold aura surged from her body, like the coldest wind in winter, penetrating every corner of Xinghua Tower.

The overwhelming sense of oppression made everyone feel as if they were being crushed by a boulder, their chests felt tight, and their limbs were bound by a heavy force. Fear surged like a tide, making them unable to control themselves.

Green Bamboo was the only exception; the Aurora Fox in her arms emitted a faint light, forming an invisible barrier that protected her from the oppressive force.

Chu Lengyu lightly twirled her fingers, and the souls of those assassins were easily crushed in her palm like fragile glass.

But this is not the end.

In the instant these souls vanished, their endless resentment and unwillingness coalesced into a powerful force, transforming into vengeful ghosts that haunted the world, their vengeful spirits lingering.

This vengeful ghost has lost its reason and personality, acting solely on instinct.

After Chu Lengyu removed the restraints, it roared and flew out of Xinghua Tower with deep hatred, transforming into a black shadow and shuttling through the bustling city.

Wherever it passed, ghostly mist filled the air, and the people panicked and fled in all directions.

Following some unseen guidance, it traversed a maze of streets and alleys, finally arriving at a low-key and ordinary mansion.

The mansion was brightly lit, but no one knew of the impending disaster.

The vengeful ghost silently infiltrated the mansion, waving mournful howls filled with resentment and despair, sending chills down the spines of those who heard them.

Before the people in the mansion could even distinguish what was happening, they were entangled by the vengeful ghost and devoured.

The master of the mansion was resting in his bedroom, completely unaware of the changes happening outside.

She was lost in thought. Today, she had devised a meticulous plan, using all the resources at her disposal to send assassins to kill that damned Chu Lengyu. Now, the result should be in sight.

It wasn't until screams pierced the door and reached her ears that she suddenly looked up, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.

She hurriedly summoned her maid and ordered her to go out and investigate.

However, as soon as the maid stepped out of the room, she let out a shrill scream, and then there was no more sound.

Her heart pounded, and without a moment's hesitation, her hands trembled as she pressed the hidden mechanism in the corner of the wall. After a slight mechanical whirring sound, a hidden door slid open silently.

She immediately hid in the dark room, barely daring to breathe, afraid that any slight sound would attract the attention of outsiders.

For a long time, there was no further sound from outside.

Although the dark room was cold and cramped, she found some comfort in this brief moment of peace.

This unassuming mansion, registered under someone else's name, has no connection to the powerful royal palace. It was a carefully prepared fallback plan made by the older generation decades ago in case of emergency.

Over the years, the place has been inhabited and operated by others, and has never been exposed to the eyes and ears of the imperial court.

She walked to the table, picked up the teapot, and wanted to pour herself a glass of water to calm her inner turmoil.

But when the tea is poured into the cup, a hideous and terrifying ghost face is reflected on the surface of the water.

It had a blue face and fangs, and it was floating above his head!

Her whole body stiffened; she could almost feel the chilling aura penetrating her skin and reaching her very bones.

It was silent, yet at that moment it made her feel an unprecedented fear and despair.

Sow evil seeds, reap evil fruits.

The mastermind behind it all eventually paid the price for his evil deeds, being dragged into endless darkness by the vengeful ghost.

Then, a dazzling, snow-white sword light suddenly descended.

Like a cascading silver river, it carried an overwhelming aura and instantly enveloped the mansion.

Wherever the sword light passed, bricks and tiles turned to dust.

Along with the vengeful ghost that had devoured countless souls and was gradually expanding, it was also torn into pieces without any resistance under this unparalleled sword light, and vanished into nothingness.