I picked up the scattered attributes

In an instant, countless memories surfaced from the depths of my mind.

Shameful, disgraceful, unbearable to recall...

All sorts of past events she didn't want to recall flooded her mind in an instant, like a torrent of water.

Feng Xia raised her foot and kicked Mo Zhongxiu to the ground.

He didn't know if it was because he'd kicked the spirit girl's butt so much, but lately he felt like kicking anything was going to feel really good...

Judging from the feel of the foot, Mo Zhongxiu's buttocks were clearly not as comfortable to kick as Ling Nu's.

"You...you actually..."

Mo Zhongxiu was stunned for a moment.

She...she was actually kicked in the butt by a man?

If it weren't for the burning pain constantly emanating from her back, she would almost have thought she was in a terrible nightmare!

"As a subject of Xuanwu Kingdom, how dare you lay a hand on me? Even my father, the Emperor, has never struck me—"

Unable to contain her anger, Mo Zhongxiu suddenly unleashed her immense magical power. The gray mist shrieked and transformed into a hazy-faced statue, which fiercely punched Feng Xia.

Although the statue's features were indistinct, it bore a striking resemblance to the Holy Son Yingdao, both possessing an undeniable and unique aura.

Snapped!

Without thinking, Feng Xia slapped him.

In an instant, the gray statue shattered into pieces, completely annihilated by this palm strike.

"So what if I hit you?"

Feng Xia grinned, revealing a smile like that of a great demon king. He stepped forward and looked at the incredulous Mo Zhongxiu: "I even beat your father!"

"you……"

"Your father is an interesting man with lofty ambitions, it's just a pity that you are his daughter..."

Feng Xia shook his head with a regretful expression: "You and the people behind you are still not up to par."

If others can't recognize him, how could he not?

Although it was the first time he had met this princess, Feng Xia was quite familiar with the power she was using.

The power of the Holy Son Yingdao is also the strange source that turned the second layer into wasteland!

"Nonsense!"

The mere mention of the Holy Son seemed to trigger a great shock in Mo Zhongxiu, her heaving chest rising and falling as she angrily shouted, "You scoundrel, you have no idea how powerful His Highness is—"

"If he were really as powerful as you say, I wouldn't have killed him so many times."

A nine-lotus flower slowly rotated and bloomed in Feng Xia's palm.

Nine Lotus Heavenly Heart Prison!

"He himself doesn't dare to come to see me, but he sends you, a puppet, instead..."

"You guys have quite a few ideas!"

……

I've been a couch potato for a long time, and I want to work hard, but I have too many things to do.

This year-end is really tough; I've had a lot of bad luck myself.

My grandfather held on for a day but still couldn't make it. However, at 93, he passed away peacefully, which can be considered a happy occasion. Apart from diabetes, he didn't have any other serious illnesses and passed away relatively easily and without pain.

These past few days I've had to keep vigil and attend the funeral, so I can only write on my phone. For now, I can only guarantee at least two updates.

I was originally thinking of just taking a break during the Lunar New Year, but then I thought about how unlucky I've been this year, and I figured that if I worked hard and wrote more, things might turn around. As they say, the harder you work, the luckier you get.

There's a lucky bag event happening right now, so if you'd like to send me some gifts, feel free to send me razor blades or virtual items. 50 razor blades or 5000 book coins per update, or 50 monthly tickets per update. The system keeps track of everything, so don't worry about missing it.

After dealing with my grandfather's situation, I stayed home and started writing. With the coronavirus raging, it wasn't easy to go out, so staying home was the best option.

Wishing everyone good health

By Unable to Be Angel

Chapter 0382

Nine Lotus Heavenly Heart Prison.

It's a cure for all kinds of clever people.

—Either you make yourself a fool.

As it turns out, even the Holy Son Ying Daoyi could not break the divine power of the Nine Lotus Heavenly Heart Prison, let alone a mere Mo Zhongxiu.

In the instant the lotus petals rose, she felt as if she had fallen from heaven into hell.

Desolate and lifeless.

Fifty lotus petals transformed into a heavenly prison, sealing off all escape routes.

"A mere trick! It can't hold me back!"

Looking at the Nine Lotus Heavenly Heart Prison before him, Mo Zhongxiu almost subconsciously activated his power, attempting to break the seal and return to the outside world.

However, the next moment, she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

After the Holy Son bestowed upon her the power of the gray mist, her cultivation level soared to nearly that of a demon king, and at that moment she completely vanished.

Not only that, even the power of the gray mist had fallen silent, and no matter how she called out, she received no response.

Mo Lianque couldn't help but feel flustered and confused.

She felt as if she had turned back into that weak princess, with weak cultivation and no power to resist the approaching crisis.

Losing the power he relied on was the most unbearable thing for Mo Zhongxiu!

"No! This is impossible! Where has my power gone?"

"What exactly did you do to me?!"

"Damn it! Get out here now—"

Mo Zhongxiu roared hysterically, her beautiful face contorted in shock: "As a subject of my Mo family, how dare you commit such a treasonous act? Who gave you the courage to do such a thing?"

“Mo Zhongxiu, you’ve probably misunderstood something.”

Just then, Feng Xia's calm and expressionless face appeared above the Heavenly Heart Prison.

He looked down at the eldest princess from his high position, his tone unusually calm: "Your father and I are only in a state of cooperation for the time being. Once this cooperation ends, if no other changes occur... he will still be my enemy."

"You..." Mo Zhongxiu was speechless for a moment.

She simply couldn't believe her ears...

The powerful and eerily strong young man in blue robes before them spoke with admiration for his father, yet in the end, they were enemies, and even after this trip was over, they would continue to be enemies.

She had never seen such a chaotic and bizarre relationship in her entire life!

She had previously reprimanded Feng Xia as a minister, but now that she thinks about it, her remarks were nothing short of a joke!

We're already enemies, why are you still calling yourself my subject?

"Do you want to break free from this Nine Lotus Heavenly Heart Prison?"

At the same time, Feng Xia said with a slight smile, "Do you want to surpass the Holy Son Ying Daoyi? Then try to improve your Dao Heart! If one day you can surpass me in Dao Heart, then..."

The sound of the wind and summer gradually faded away.

The Nine Lotus Heavenly Heart Prison was once again filled with a terrifying stillness.

There was no light, only darkness; no color, only gray.

"Damn it! I, the princess, will never let you get away with this—"

Gazing at the despairing prison for a long time, Mo Zhongxiu suddenly opened her eyes wide with rage, her eyes filled with bloodshot veins. She bit her lip hard and roared in a near-mad voice:

"You wait! Sooner or later... sooner or later—"

At that time—my resolve to follow the Dao naturally became even stronger.

Outside, watching Mo Zhongxiu suddenly fall silent, as if transformed into a clay or wooden sculpture, Feng Xia added contentedly in her heart.

Mo Zhongxiu was indeed filled with a thirst for power, but unfortunately, perhaps due to her wealthy background, she had too many ulterior motives, so much so that in the end, apart from her growing desire to become stronger, her actual strength was completely insignificant...

"Fellow Daoist Mo has truly raised a fine daughter."

Pulling back the various thoughts from her mind, Feng Xia shook her head and looked at the unconscious Mo Lian Que: "Your Majesty, aren't you uncomfortable lying there?"

"Cough cough cough..."

Mo Lianque, who was still unconscious, coughed suddenly: "Sect Leader Feng, please don't joke. I was ambushed and seriously injured by my beloved daughter. How could I possibly wake up so quickly?"

"Then how about I let His Majesty sleep even more soundly?"

Feng Xia raised his hand and gestured a few times.

Mo Lianque, who was lying on the floor of the carriage, suddenly jumped up as if his butt had caught fire.

"Sect Leader Feng, let's talk this out! Let's talk this out!"