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Congratulations, Your Highness. If something happens in the Ming Palace, Liu Qi will likely be reduced to ashes. The ministers are waiting for you to return and manage affairs. We ask you to take charge of the imperial palace, and soon you will be the emperor of the Liu Xia Dynasty. Isn't it a delight to receive such news from Tian Zai?
I don't deny it. Liu Jia's residence was clearly in the dungeon just moments ago; why is it now in this courtyard? Gu Ping thought for a moment. It should have been many days since the incident at the Liu Xia Imperial Palace occurred. At that time, did the eunuch Afu seek a truce with Wei Wuyou from the Ninth Underworld, which initially triggered the power of the Talisman?
Had I really arrived many days later? Gu Ping pondered as he stealthily approached the source of a sound, peering through a crack in the wall. A woman had been captured by Liu Jia and was now placed in the courtyard.
That person was Pei Xiaoxiao.
Gu Ping recognized the woman caught by Liu Jia in the courtyard. He vividly remembered her as the singer from Tuan City, despite a scar on her face resembling a centipede. Her beauty remained undeniable; a single scar could not overshadow it. She must have been waiting for me to take her away from Tuan City. How did she end up here? Had I inadvertently implicated her? What had happened in Tuan City after I left Liu Xia?
Questions swirled in Gu Ping's mind: Should I save her or not? If I saved her, I would expose myself. What if I died there? Gu Ping recalled that he was currently walking on the Heart's Path. What if everything was just an illusion? What if he truly returned to the past, back to two years ago when he had opportunities to rescue some people but merely watched indifferently?
That person went to Great Jin, didn't he? Liu Jia asked.
Pei Xiaoxiao remained silent, looking calmly at Liu Jia. Despite her expressionless face and long scar, she still exuded an allure akin to a rose covered in thorns, dripping with fresh blood, enticing one to reach out and touch.
He checked my energy, Pei Xiaoxiao said. My father, Pei Nan, lived in dire straits. He wanted to sell me to Spring Pavilion, but when I refused to comply, he marred my face. Wasn't that gasping for breath?
Liu Jia stepped closer to Pei Xiaoxiao, placing a finger on her Dongba and slowly lifting her face that should have been captivating enough to topple kingdoms, forcing Pei Xiaoxiao to meet his gaze.
That person will not return; he is hiding. I can only imagine that behind him are not only those secular royal pursuits but also inquiries from various gangs in the martial world. Moreover, there are immortals seeking what lies within his grasp. I must know that even if he reveals himself among mortals, it won't save him; no matter where he hides, someone has already died.
Seeing Pei Xiaoxiao still refusing to speak, Liu Jia stated what sounded like an unremarkable fact: it was simple—he was being hunted by a group of people trying to seize The Book of Radiant Path from Gu Ping. The forces behind The Book of Radiant Path were formidable; every name mentioned would send tremors throughout the World of Mortals.
What should I do with him?
Liu Jia crouched down, their eyes locking for a moment. In Liu Jia's mind, he was already seeking to become the master of a dynasty, and he believed he should have a woman worthy of his status as he aimed to lead the Liu Xia Dynasty to greatness. Although he felt old, he still desired a woman who matched his identity.
What can I offer him?
Liu Jia smiled, knowing that a woman who had experienced family turmoil and hardship would be eager to change her circumstances. That woman was young and ambitious, unwilling to accept her current situation. If given the opportunity, she would seize it, just like Pei Xiaoxiao before him.
He could heal the scars on my face, and then I could become his queen. He would lead the nation to strength under my watchful gaze.
Pei Xiaoxiao stared at Liu Jia, seeing ambition in his eyes. Though this man appeared old, his ambition was undeniable and could not be concealed. The promises he offered were exactly what Pei Xiaoxiao desperately sought: a status, a life filled with the beauty she had once lost—things unattainable for someone living at the bottom of society.
Good.
Upon hearing that thought, Gu Ping smiled. He knew he wouldn't have to take action; this choice was not unexpected. He had seen Pei Xiaoxiao's eyes—far from the innocent facade they presented. How could someone struggling at the bottom of society appear as simple as they seemed?
Sensing the atmosphere around him, Gu Ping suddenly detected a hint of blood in the air. Was time slipping away? It felt like Liu Jia's residence was nearby.
At that moment, Gu Ping found himself in Tunlin. Ahead of him came the deep scent of blood from Liquid Chuang. Dressed in a recently stolen Night Cloak, he recalled how he had just eavesdropped on Liu Jia and Pei Xiaoxiao's conversation. The courtyard wall before him now bore two large trees, behind which he crouched among the bushes.
Kill.
The deafening cries of battle echoed in his ears as the sounds of Gold Iron clashing reached him. Tian Zai roared with thunder and lightning, flashing various colors of Spiritual Energy. Among them, only the Pale Pink Light Spirit Power and golden Light Spirit Power were abundant; this was indeed the site of the initial battle.
Gu Ping, who should have been standing next to Ling Chanzi, had already escaped. The cultivators from the East of Tian Zai were scrambling for the fake The Book of Radiant Path. In the teleportation portal of Tian Zai, the Primordial Celestial Demon had also made a shocking appearance. Everyone began to converge towards Ling Chanzi, and many failed to notice that at the edge of the battlefield, a man dressed in tight-fitting attire stealthily took away a disciple of the Jade Void Sect.
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