Starting as a Grandmaster, all of my cultivation techniques are at max level.

Xia Jin had just finished his dinner when Eunuch Wei hurriedly came to his side, bent down, and whispered a few words.

Xia Jin had just picked up her teacup, but before she could even take a sip, she put it back down, looking at the other person with a strange expression. "So, Little Wei, are you saying that woman only wants to talk to me?"

Eunuch Wei nodded with a silly grin: "Sir, that's exactly what Qin Hu told us."

He gave a teasing smile and said, "Sir, do you think... that vixen might... have taken a fancy to you?"

Xia Jin glanced at him speechlessly, a glint of shrewdness flashing in her eyes: "You talk too much."

Eunuch Wei immediately stopped smiling, bowed, and fell silent.

"Let's go," Xia Jin stood up and walked directly towards the door. "Come with me to the Heavenly Prison. I'm also curious about what this Flower Master of the Hehuan Sect wants to talk to me about."

Xia Jin's carriage soon arrived at the gate of the imperial prison from the palace.

Qin Hu, leading a squad of Imperial Guards, was already waiting. Upon seeing Xia Jin alight from the carriage, he quickly stepped forward to pay his respects.

"Your Highness, I'll have to trouble you again this time. That demoness is being held alone in the innermost cell."

"Lead the way!" Xia Jin glanced at the gate of the prison and unconsciously rubbed his nose; he didn't like the smell here.

Led by Qin Hu, the three of them soon arrived at the door of the innermost cell.

At this moment, Madam Lan had changed out of her palace attire and was now wearing a plain prison uniform, the bloodstained area around her waist neatly bandaged with white cloth. She sat leaning against the simple stone bed, her face still pale, but her eyes had regained a certain serenity.

The moment Xia Jin appeared outside the prison door, her gaze was already fixed on him.

Xia Jin opened the cell door and walked in, sitting down directly on a wooden stool nearby. He sized up the other man, a slight smile appearing on his face: "What, is there something on my face?"

Madam Lan remained silent, simply looking at him.

Xia Jin waved her hand, and Wei Gonggong, who was accompanying her, and Qin Hu understood. They bowed and left the cell, leaving the iron door slightly ajar, and waited outside.

Only two people remained in the cell.

After a brief silence, Madam Lan finally spoke, "I want to cooperate with you."

She paused, then added, "Or rather, my Hehuan Cult wants to cooperate with you."

Upon hearing this, Xia Jin frowned, then scoffed, "Cooperate with me? What... what conditions do you have that would make me cooperate with you?"

The meaning behind his words couldn't be clearer—he looked down on the so-called Hehuan Sect.

Madam Lan seemed unsurprised by Xia Jin's reaction.

She straightened up slightly, aggravating her wounds, and her brows furrowed slightly. "I can tell you the true purpose of the three sects joining forces this time. Furthermore..." She took a deep breath, "If the entire Hehuan Sect can survive, they will be willing to serve you alone in the future."

After a moment's thought, Xia Jin suddenly smiled: "Although this amount of leverage isn't enough, I've always liked to give people a chance..."

"However, I am quite curious, why are you betting your fortune on me? Logically speaking, your three religions might actually have a tiny bit of a chance of succeeding..."

Madam Lan met his gaze and said frankly, "Initially, my Hehuan Sect was unwilling to participate in this alliance of the three major sects. It was only after the Ming Cult leader used his power and offered benefits that the leader agreed. But I am well aware that regardless of whether this matter succeeds or fails, the Hehuan Sect will likely suffer the fate of being discarded like a hunting dog after the hunt is over."

She paused for a moment, her gaze towards Xia Jin filled with apprehension: "Especially... after meeting you."

"My intuition tells me that if we become your enemy, the Hehuan Sect will surely perish. But if we can gain your protection, there might be a glimmer of hope for survival."

"I must say, your intuition is quite accurate!" Xia Jin looked at the other woman with some surprise. It seemed that she had underestimated her. "However, can you really represent the Hehuan Sect? As far as I know, besides you, the Flower Master, the Hehuan Sect has a Sect Leader and three other Flower Masters."

"Your Highness, please rest assured, I am seventy percent confident that I can persuade the Sect Leader and the other three sisters," Madam Lan said with certainty. "The Sect Leader... doesn't actually want to oppose Great Xia..."

As the word "Master" was uttered by Madam Lan, the system notification sounded in Xia Jin's mind once again:

[Ding! Key information "Cult Leader" detected... Information matching in progress... Match successful!]

[Trigger Quest: Subdue the Hehuan Sect.]

[Mission Objective: Suppress the leader of the Hehuan Cult by force and subdue the Hehuan Cult!]

[Mission Rewards: Avici Hell Three Swords (Beginner Level), Sixty Years of Cultivation.]

Xia Jin's eyes flickered slightly. Had the system task been triggered again?

Indeed, indeed, it seems that the Hehuan Sect does have some "worthwhile" value.

Xia Jin stood up and walked towards Madam Lan step by step. The immense pressure caused Madam Lan's body to involuntarily move a little further into the stone bed.

He lowered his head, bringing his breath close to Madam Lan's face. His hot breath brushed against her ear, making even the Flower Master of the Hehuan Sect blush involuntarily.

"Remember what you said today. I can give you a chance, and give the Hehuan Sect a chance too. But a chance usually only comes once."

Madam Lan turned her head away and said softly, "I understand."

Xia Jin nodded, then suddenly said, "Turn around."

Madam Lan was taken aback, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes. Then her eyebrows trembled slightly. Could it be that he...? The thought had barely formed when her ears involuntarily began to heat up.

As one of the four flower masters of the Hehuan Sect, she infiltrated the palace to replace Consort Qi, but she was still a pure virgin... She hesitated for only a moment, then gritted her teeth and slowly turned around, her back to Xia Jin, her body under the plain prison clothes unconsciously tensing up.

"Hey, what's the rush?" A low chuckle suddenly came from behind. "Why are your ears so red?"

Madam Lan was stunned, before she could react.

A warm, broad hand gently touched her back, and a very peculiar energy surged from Xia Jin's palm, flowing into her internal organs.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the muscle fibers at the wound on his waist began to grow rapidly, making a faint sound.

Xia Jin withdrew her palm in less than a quarter of an hour.

Madam Lan subconsciously raised her hand to touch her waist. The place where the wound used to be was now just a smooth patch of skin, without even a scar.

"What kind of method is this?" A hint of awe flashed in Madam Lan's eyes.

"Get a good rest tonight." Xia Jin glanced at the other person. "Tomorrow, take me to see your Hehuan Sect leader and the three Flower Masters."

After saying this, he turned around and walked straight toward the prison door without waiting for Madam Lan's response.

The iron gate opened and closed, and his figure disappeared at the end of the dimly lit corridor.

Madam Lan sat alone on the stone bed, slowly lowered her head, looked at her perfectly healed waist and abdomen, and then looked up in the direction where Xia Jin had left.

After a long while, a smile quietly crept onto the corners of her mouth.

"Heh, this Prince Jin has never seen anyone like him before..."

It seems she made the right choice.

This supposedly ruthless and merciless emperor might not actually be as heartless as he seems.

After Tomorrow, the fate of the Hehuan Sect may be completely rewritten.