My seven female apprentices each have their own ideas

"Hey?"

The little pink snake was caught off guard, and looked back at Teng Zhenyi stupidly, then took small steps, holding her arm tightly, and her pouting little mouth looked as if there was an oil bottle hanging on it.

Now she was really sad. Although she kept saying bad woman, bad woman, when she was abandoned by the bad woman, the little pink snake still felt indescribable sadness in her heart.

"It's not that I don't want you..."

Teng Zhenyi sighed softly. She couldn't bear to leave the little pink snake, and she was even more worried about her being alone outside.

But it was too dangerous to be around her. Xiao An's sword energy, the cultivators from the Demon Slaying Hall who had ulterior motives, and the elders from the Yin-Yang Hall who were on their way, these were all threats she would soon face.

Having the little pink snake around her would not only distract her, but would also scare the girl.

Everything was unspoken. The little pink snake could feel the complicated thoughts in Teng Zhenyi's mind. After Teng Zhenyi pushed her back, the pink-haired girl reluctantly let go of Teng Zhenyi's arm and came to Jiang He.

"Teng Zhenyi, why... do you want to be the king of Da Qi and invite all the cultivators from the Fire God Palace to Da Qi?"

Jiang He held the little pink snake's soft hand soothingly and asked about the doubts that had been buried in his heart for a long time.

He couldn't imagine that Teng Zhenyi, in his weak state, would take such a huge risk to pretend to be the Holy Son of Yin and Yang Palace and become the King of Da Qi.

Teng Zhenyi looked a little hesitant. She looked towards the west of Da Qi with a far-reaching gaze:

"Do you know Hanxing Tower?"

Her target is Hanxing Tower?

When Jiang He first came to Da Qi, Feng Yi used the towering Hanxing Tower in the western border of Da Qi to determine their location.

Jiang He was naturally very familiar with Hanxing Tower.

The Hanxing Tower is the remains of the Zhuming Immortal Sect. There are seven of them in total. They were once the sect’s indestructible barrier, resisting the invasion of other immortal sects and demon tribes.

Its former prominent status can be seen from the fact that it was responsible for the defense of the Immortal Sect.

During the most glorious years of Zhu Ming Xian Zong, Han Xing Tower enjoyed a reputation as being inviolable to Nascent Soul cultivators.

However, with the passage of time, the Immortal Sect was destroyed, and the Hanxing Tower had long been demolished by other sects, leaving only the most primitive ruins.

But Jiang He knew the original text and understood that Hanxing Tower was more than that.

Although these seven pavilions are few in number, they are located on the key spiritual veins of Zhuming Domain. They are like seven giant locks, firmly locking the source of the spiritual veins of the entire Zhuming Domain.

It is precisely because of this that the Zhuming Immortal Sect was able to build the vast Zhuming Domain into an impregnable fortress, making the Nascent Soul Realms of other forces intimidated and dare not easily set foot in.

Therefore, the Zhuming Immortal Sect was able to make such a vast Zhuming domain impregnable, and the Nascent Soul Realms of other forces did not dare to step in easily.

And this Hanxing Tower is the reason why Zhu Ming Xianzong can be listed as one of the four major Xianzongs together with Qingyang Xianzong, which is the descendant of immortals, even though it does not possess any treasures. One of the most crucial reasons is that Zhu Ming Xianzong managed to lock the spiritual vein of Zhu Mingyu.

It’s a pity that such a huge immortal sect eventually perished because of its obsession with refining the ultimate treasure.

Jiang He felt the beads spinning in his dantian, feeling mixed emotions and a myriad of thoughts.

He vaguely guessed Teng Zhenyi's intention, and suddenly looked up, a trace of horror flashed in his eyes, and asked in a lost voice:

"Are you planning to attack Zhu Mingyu's spiritual vein?"

A strange light flashed across Teng Zhenyi's beautiful eyes as she looked up at the sky, with an undisguised determination to win:

"Yes, you actually know the connection between Hanxing Tower and the spirit vein? I underestimated you. The matter of the spirit vein is a matter of entanglement, affecting the entire body, affecting a state, a region, and even a wider area. I rashly pretended to be the king of Daqi. It seemed that I was arrogant and domineering, but in fact, I just wanted to take advantage of this identity to quietly act on the spirit vein."

Teng Zhenyi, this is actually his plan!

Using a huge country as a cover, he secretly tampered with Zhu Mingyu's spiritual veins.

The girls looked at each other. Feng Susu was okay as she didn't know much about spiritual veins.

But Feng Yi has a wide range of interests and has traveled in Zhu Ming Territory before, and has come into contact with many Hanxing Towers. She was incredulous and said to herself:

"What? Hanxing Tower is actually related to the spirit vein? Damn it... I have been scavenging for resources all my life, but I didn't expect that the most precious thing in Zhuming Territory would pass me by. If I could get the spirit vein of Zhuming Territory, wouldn't it be a piece of cake for me to ascend to immortality?"

"No, if it were that simple, the Zhu Ming Immortal Sect would not have perished hundreds of years ago."

Jiang He shook his head and stared at Teng Zhenyi.

"You have been sleeping for tens of thousands of years. How did you know about the Hanxing Tower of Zhu Ming Xianzong? Logically speaking, you have been sleeping during the rise and fall of Zhu Ming Xianzong."

However, Teng Zhenyi didn't want to explain too much to him, and just said with a smile:

"Why do you think I want to stay in the Fire God Palace? That's all. There's no point in saying more. During this period, you must take good care of her for me. Don't let her lose a piece of meat, and even more... don't let her gain a piece of meat!"

"Hey!"

The little pink snake touched its belly and whimpered in dissatisfaction.

……

After Teng Zhenyi left, Feng Yi looked around vigilantly, then pulled Jiang He and whispered:

"Jiang He, we should stay away from her. This crazy woman actually wants to attack the spiritual veins. Is she trying to use the spiritual energy of the whole area for her own use? Such crazy behavior is bound to attract the hostility of Tai Zhentian and Shen Gan Sect. This will destroy the foundation of Zhu Mingyu!"

She was indeed envious of the spiritual veins, but she also had self-knowledge and knew that if she wanted to go against the will of heaven and cut off the spiritual power of the world, she would inevitably attract hostility from other cultivators in the same world.

Jiang He was in an even heavier mood. In the original text, even after the evil sect like Shen Gan Sect knew the secret of Han Xing Tower, they did not cut off the spiritual veins, but used them to fight against Qing Yang Xian Sect.

Of course, the greater possibility is that the Shengan Sect does not know how to intercept the spirit of an area, but this totem from ancient times may have a way to do it.

"Tens of thousands of years ago, these totems were born from nature and were innate divine beasts that occupied a spiritual vein to nourish themselves. But now things are different. There are many cultivators. How can they continue to monopolize the spiritual vein?"

Jiang He's face was solemn, but he also knew that Teng Zhenyi had made up her mind. She had just awakened from a slumber of tens of thousands of years. If she wanted to quickly recover her strength, for a congenital divine beast like her, no panacea would have any effect. Only by possessing the spiritual veins of heaven and earth could she strengthen herself.

Moreover, judging from her tone, it seemed that she had placed the Fire God Palace as a chess piece before she fell asleep, so that she could find the spiritual vein and recover when she woke up in the future.

Feng Yi nodded in agreement when she heard this, and suddenly muttered suspiciously:

"This Teng Zhenyi is really far-sighted. Before the catastrophe came, she prepared for hibernation and refuge in advance, and even thought about how to recover after ten thousand years... She prepared so much, is it really just for recovery?"

"Hey!"

The little pink snake rolled her eyes at Fengyi in dissatisfaction. She was still here, and he was teasing himself in front of her!

Feng Yi belatedly realized that there was another little fellow here. According to Jiang He, this little pink snake and that Teng Zhenyi were the same person.

Even with her thick skin, it was a bit embarrassing:

"Uh...haha, you've already given yourself to us, so you're not hostile to us anyway."

This is true.

No matter what Teng Zhenyi wanted to do, he would not harm them, otherwise he would not have sent the little pink snake to Jiang He to take care of.

Jiang He stroked the little pink snake's head:

"Humph! Anyway, we have a hostage in our hands. At worst, we can let the little pink snake be buried with us!"

The little pink snake became even angrier.

Damn it, without the bad woman, everyone will bully her, a helpless little snake!

"Woo!" The little pink snake said nothing, but just aimed at Jiang He and bit him hard.

"I rely on!"

"what!!"

Jiang He felt pain and the girl screamed, but only a little pink snake proudly bit Jiang He and refused to let go.

……

The Zhenbei Palace no longer had the prosperity and bustle of the past. A layer of almost dead silence enveloped the entire palace like a haze, and the air was filled with unspoken sadness.

Paper flowers fluttered in the air, white curtains covered the mourning hall, the women in the family were dressed in mourning, their faces were filled with sorrow, and they cried in unison.

A gentle and virtuous woman was sitting in the mourning hall at this moment, looking ahead with empty eyes, tears silently falling.

"Princess, the king has left."

Chen Ge, dressed as a palace steward, approached the woman and whispered.

"Ah--"

The woman was about thirty years old, with a dignified appearance and every frown and smile was extremely charming. She held a handkerchief to wet her tears and spoke in a very sad tone.

"The prince is already dead. Could it be that...she still wants to kill all the orphans and widows in the palace?"

Chen Ge was extremely respectful to the woman in front of him. His eyes moved slightly, and when he saw a servant not far away nodding at him, he said softly:

"Don't worry, Auntie. There's no one else here right now. Everyone else has already left."

The princess lightly tied up her hair, her hairpins trembling slightly, her eyes filled with sorrow, her face haggard:

"Ge'er, please take care of my daughter's affairs..."

As she spoke, the princess' voice choked with sobs, and tears fell from her beautiful eyes, like a pear tree in the spring rain, which made people feel distressed.

"Auntie... it's Ge'er who is incompetent. I troubled you to spend your precious life to come to this devilish place."

The beautiful woman's sad and delicate face made Chen Ge's eyes freeze for a moment, and then his heart started beating like thunder. Knowing that he was being disrespectful, he quickly lowered his head and said respectfully.

"That old man, there's no news from Nannan, but he's not worried at all, always saying that he has the longevity lamp to protect him. But if...if something unexpected happens, how can I still save face..."

The princess was halfway through her speech when she suddenly covered her mouth and burst into tears.

Seeing that his aunt, who had taken good care of him when he was young and was as close to him as a mother, was so heartbroken, Chen Ge clenched his fists tightly, his sharp nails almost making his palms bleed, and his eyes were firm.

No matter what, I must find my junior sister!

"Phew...I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Ge'er."

The beautiful woman wiped her tears and suddenly became a little worried.

"Ge'er, please try not to call me aunt. I'm afraid something unexpected will happen later. Walls have ears and others may find out the truth, which will affect the search for our daughter."

Chen Ge sighed. His aunt was so cautious, fearing that something might be discovered, precisely because she valued her junior sister too much.

He said respectfully: "Okay, from now on, whether outside or inside, Ge'er will do his best to play the role of the palace's housekeeper!"

Without staying too long, Chen Ge respectfully left the mourning hall, leaving his aunt some quiet time alone.

He came to the backyard martial arts arena, glanced around, and motioned for a tall and strong manservant to come over:

"Are those two priests in the palace now?"

In order to avoid being noticed, only a few people in the huge palace were replaced by them. With the means of these cultivators from the Demon-Slaying Palace, it is believed that these mortals would not be able to see any clues.

The Divine Sense Sect practitioners who had been searching for them probably couldn't figure out how they could naturally integrate into such a huge palace even if they tried their best.

The slave was a dark-skinned, tall and burly man wearing a ragged sweatshirt. He was leading a Ferghana horse. Upon hearing his words, he hurriedly trotted to Chen Ge and kowtowed:

"Reporting to Steward Chen, the two priests have not returned yet."

"Oh……"

Chen Ge frowned, lost in thought. It was obvious that Elder Xi and Elder Ye were still outside searching for their junior sister's whereabouts.

Now, they are certain that the junior sister is hiding in Shangjing, because not long ago, someone has been performing the Freedom Method, seemingly deliberately attracting their attention. This is most likely a clue that the junior sister left for them.

The two elders followed the Taining Sect where the aura first emerged all the way to Shangjing. They were already very close and were about to reunite with their junior sister, but unexpectedly at this moment, the junior sister suddenly stopped practicing her skills and no longer called out to them, causing all clues to come to an abrupt end in Shangjing.

He looked at the obedient horse slave and asked casually, "What are you going to do?"

The tall man narrowed his eyes slightly, smelling a trace of the beautiful woman's faint fragrance lingering on Chen Ge's body. His eyes showed deep thought, but he replied in time:

"This is the BMW that the Third Young Master wanted. Steward Li asked me to give it to him."

"laugh--"

Chen Ge sneered. He had no good feelings towards the dandy young men in the palace, but he could not do anything to them at this moment. He waved his hand and said:

"Then you should give it to the Third Young Master quickly. If he waits too long, you will be in trouble!"

"Yes... I know." The man nodded repeatedly, seemed to be anxious, and hurried to the front yard driving the BMW.

Chen Ge covered his nose imperceptibly, frowned and looked up and down at the man who was walking away.

He was wearing a worn-out T-shirt and shorts, his feet were bare, his calves were covered in mud, his body was muscular, and he looked like a complete jerk.

"How could the servants in this Zhenbei Palace be so slovenly?"

Chen Ge shook his head in disdain, and suddenly thought of something, and shouted at the man who was walking away,

"Don't pollute the princess's eyes later, stay away from her!"

"I will never contradict the princess!" The horse slave in the distance seemed to be frightened and said tremblingly.

Seeing this, Chen Ge nodded contentedly.

He was worrying too much. How could this little horse slave be so ignorant as to barge into the mourning hall?