Qin Dynasty: Starting with clinging to Zhao Ji's thigh

It was late at night, past midnight, but Ying Jing still hadn't fallen asleep.

Having grown accustomed to the warmth and softness of a woman in one's arms, it's quite a change without a fire-starter to hold one beside me.

However, Yan Lingji did not keep Ying Jing waiting for long.

"Master, I have brought them all back. Would you like to see them?"

Having brought all her former colleagues under her command, Yan Lingji seemed quite pleased with herself.

Two full breasts rose and fell slightly, pressed against Ying Jing's arm, and she whispered softly in his ear. Her breath brushed against his earlobe as she spoke, making Ying Jing feel a little agitated.

"It would be nice to meet you."

In fact, Ying Jing wasn't very interested in Wushuang Gui and the Corpse-Driving Demon.

However, since they have already been subdued by Yan Lingji, there is no difference between them and being under her command.

It's still quite necessary to meet them and let them know who the real owner is.

However, when Ying Jing saw these three people in the courtyard of the post station, he was somewhat stunned.

The Peerless Ghost was alright; its tall body resembled a small mountain, and when it sat cross-legged in the courtyard, it was almost like a rockery.

Ying Jing narrowed his eyes, purple energy flowing within them. He could tell that Wushuang Gui only seemed to have some injury to his leg bone.

But the Corpse-Driving Demon and the King of a Hundred Poisons... looked rather pitiful.

They all had fine sword marks on their bodies, each one merely a superficial wound, with blood still seeping out from time to time.

The injury itself isn't serious, but with so many wounds, the recovery process will likely be very painful.

It will probably be even more uncomfortable once the scars scab over; the itching from all the scars on your body must be unbearable.

Furthermore, the Corpse Demon's black hood was also torn apart by the sword energy, and he held in each hand half of a strange staff-like weapon... clearly severed by a single sword strike.

The Hundred Poison King wasn't much better off; most of his white hair was gone, leaving only a few hair roots. However, his white beard was still there, and a red-banded king snake coiled around his wrist, sucking the blood that had seeped from his wound.

Ying Jing glanced at Yan Lingji, but the latter shrank her head and lowered her head, not daring to meet Ying Jing's gaze.

Needless to say, the miserable state of these people was definitely Yan Lingji's idea.

Because Hei Bai Xuan Jian wouldn't be that bored.

If Hei Bai Xuan Jian were to act according to his own will, he would probably only ask one simple question: whether he is willing to submit.

If you disagree, start killing.

But Yan Lingji clearly did not want these former comrades to die.

It must have taken a lot of effort to get them all to submit.

And indeed, that was the case; Yan Lingji directly brought out Ying Jing's bloodline theory that had been used to deceive her.

They even followed Ying Jing's example and tricked the Corpse-Driving Demons into believing that their bloodlines were also extraordinary. Otherwise, how could they control corpses to communicate with spirits, freely drive poisons, and possess extraordinary innate divine power?

Unfortunately, Yan Lingji's persuasive skills were not as good as Ying Jing's... and she failed to persuade him.

In the end, they still had to rely on Hei Bai Xuan Jian to persuade him through physical means.

However, these people were too stubborn, and Yan Lingji had no choice but to have Hei Bai Xuanjian use a black blade to comb the hair of the Hundred Poison King.

"This is my master. What should you call him?"

At this moment, Yan Lingji surprisingly did not display any charming demeanor, appearing rather aloof and cold.

Ying Jing painted a rosy picture of her becoming the Queen of Baiyue, and Yan Lingji actually took it in, working hard towards that goal.

Now it does have a hint of charm.

"This……"

Both the Corpse-Driving Demon and the Hundred Poisons King hesitated for a moment.

What should you call your master's master?

This is really putting these guys, who only know how to play with poison and corpses, in a difficult position.

The Peerless Ghost, however, did not have this problem; he simply patted his chest and let out a soft roar.

"Or, how about calling him master too?"

Thinking of the scene of Hei Bai Xuan Jian combing his hair, Bai Du Wang finally hesitated before speaking.

But Yan Lingji was somewhat unhappy about this.

Her beautiful eyes widened, and a ball of flame appeared directly in her palm.

"This is a name that belongs only to me, and you are not allowed to call me that!"

Not only men have possessiveness, women do too!

But Yan Lingji knew she couldn't stop her "benevolent" master from saving more pitiful beauties in the world.

This exclusive title is Yan Lingji's last act of defiance.

"You may address him as 'Your Majesty' as the same as everyone else."

Ying Jing spoke calmly, ending the farce.

It's just a title, what's there to care about?

As long as you can express respect normally and avoid using derogatory terms, that's fine.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Both the Corpse-Driving Demon and the Hundred Poisons King breathed a slight sigh of relief, and the Peerless Ghost also let out a low growl.

Yan Lingji smiled with satisfaction, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons.

"Owner……"

She shrank back slightly, raised one of Ying Jing's hands, and gently rubbed her fair face against it, her voice soft and charming: "They are now my subordinates, Master, please help them, okay?"

Having followed Ying Jing for several years, Yan Lingji was well aware of just how incredible his abilities were.

Sometimes, Yan Lingji would even wonder... could this master really be a reincarnation of an immortal?

Otherwise, how could he have helped the novelist write "Investiture of the Gods"?

This clearly shows they are very familiar with the battles that take place between gods!

Ying Jing patted Yan Lingji's shapely buttocks lightly. He was still quite lenient towards this vixen whom he had recently thoroughly devoured.

"I can help you this time, but this is a one-time exception."

After years of exploration, Ying Jing has become increasingly skilled in using the abilities of the Purple Dragon of Fortune.

In fact, using the power of destiny is not without its costs for Ying Jing.

It's just a very weak pulse, but with his current status, position, and power, he'll recover quickly.

Overall growth is difficult; Ying Jing feels that unless he reaches that position, it will be impossible for him to transform from a jiao into a dragon.

Wisps of purple energy emanated from Ying Jing's body and flowed into the bodies of the Corpse-Driving Demon and the other two.

Visibly, the sword marks on the Corpse-Driving Demon and the Hundred Poison King were completely healed.

Even Wushuang Gui was stunned for a moment, then stood up abruptly, excitedly patted his chest and roared, his gaze towards Ying Jing filled with gratitude and awe.

"Wushuang is very simple-minded. He completely accepted his master after the master helped him heal."

Yan Lingji couldn't help but chuckle.

On the other side, the Corpse-Driving Demon and the Hundred Poison King felt the changes in their bodies, and were now filled with shock and awe.

This treatment method... is truly unheard of, unbelievable!

It seems that Yan Ling Ji has found an extraordinary master!

With such a master's help, perhaps... Yan Lingji's claim of becoming the Queen of Baiyue is not impossible!

"Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you, Master!"

As for Tianze...

They've done their best; they've been searching for so many years, but they just can't find it.

Forget it, he might already be dead!