They all became female demons after being reborn.

Chapter 107 Inside and Outside the Door

Before Wu Cheng traveled through time, he had read The Legend of the Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty.

The demonic techniques inside are mostly derived from "The Heavenly Demon Strategy".

Could it be that the same is true in this world?

But thinking about it, it makes sense. Back when the three sects and six paths of the Demonic Path hadn't separated, their cultivation techniques must have originated from a common divine skill.

Wu Cheng asked, "Then what is the name of the divine skill that originated from your demonic sect's techniques?"

Shen Yeshu shook his head. "The Holy Sect's three sects and six paths have been divided for nearly a hundred years, and the origin of its cultivation techniques is long lost to history. Young Master, what is the name of your cultivation technique?"

"The Heavenly Dao Scroll," Wu Cheng replied. "I learned it when I was a child in the palace's scripture pavilion. This technique is indeed miraculous."

"The Heavenly Dao Scroll..." Shen Yeshu recalled for a moment, but didn't remember this cultivation technique. "Young Master, do you remember where in the Scripture Pavilion you found this manual? Or who gave it to you?"

Wu Cheng tried hard to recall, then shook his head, "I remember someone gave it to me, but I forgot who it was. I'll look it up when I have time."

He was still in a daze at the time, only remembering that someone had given him this manual and told him to practice it.

Once he regained his senses, he subconsciously felt that it was given to him by some prince who wanted to amuse him. After all, no one except members of the royal family was allowed to enter or leave the palace's library, no matter how powerful they were, let alone the eunuchs.

But now that I think about it, maybe it wasn't given to him by any prince? Or perhaps it was given to him by someone from the Demonic Sect who had infiltrated the palace?

But back then, it wasn't certain that I could have mastered the "Heavenly Path Scroll." I was just lucky because I was in a daze, which allowed me to focus on practicing it. Even though it was ineffective, I never slacked off. Finally, when Mei Gensheng pushed me into the river, I unexpectedly broke through my predicament and mastered the "Heavenly Path Scroll."

So the person who gave you the secret manual didn't want to harm you, but rather wanted to see if you could master it?

That person not only held a high position in the palace, but also had a close relationship with him.

The third son couldn't be it, so... it must be the crown prince?

Or is it Aunt Yang?

They chatted for a while longer, but there was no new information. Seeing that it was getting late, Wu Cheng said, "Let's rest early tonight and make further plans after they reply tomorrow."

"Alright, young master, you should also get some rest tonight." With a smile, Shen Yeshu pulled Fei Yuan back into the house.

Qingque stared at their retreating figures, her face expressionless.

It was the third quarter of the hour of Chou (1-3 AM) in the middle of the night.

Qingque opened her eyes and quietly got up.

Without changing her clothes, she got out of bed, put on her shoes, picked up the oil-paper umbrella leaning against the bed, went out to Wu Cheng's room, and then leaned against the pillar with the umbrella, closing her eyes to rest.

Before long, a faint, almost inaudible sound of footsteps approached from afar.

Qingque slowly opened her eyes, and what appeared before her was indeed Shen Yeshu's face, a face full of broken beauty.

However, her perpetually melancholy demeanor had faded considerably, and it seemed that she smiled more often after meeting Wu Cheng.

She was quite surprised to see Qingque, and even had the mood to tease her, "So, when we were in the palace, you would also stand guard outside the young master's door?"

Qingque stared at her expressionlessly, without saying a word.

Shen Yeshu's smile widened. "Why are you looking at me like that? Do you think I came here to climb into your bed in the middle of the night?"

"You've already said it yourself." Qingque said expressionlessly, "This is how the demonic sect's enchantresses have always been."

Shen Yeshu smiled and said, "Do you think I'm some kind of shameless woman? Even the so-called Demonic Sect doesn't have anyone like that."

"But spending time with His Highness will allow you to cultivate faster." Qingque stared coldly at her, "He'll stop at nothing to achieve his goals, this..."

She was a demoness from the Demonic Sect.

She paused, then couldn't help but add, "Even if you marry into the royal family, you won't get the position of principal wife, and it will be difficult even to become a concubine."

"So?" Shen Yeshu tilted her head, looked Qingque up and down, then pretended to realize something, "I see. You don't want to just stay outside the door. It seems you want to rise to the top and become a phoenix."

Qingque pursed her lips. "I am merely His Highness's maid, and I have no other requests."

"Even without me, what can you do?" Shen Yeshu suddenly said. "You've met that Fairy Bai from the Wentian Sect. She's very special to you, young master. Do you think... if the Wentian Sect proposes a marriage alliance with you, young master, the Emperor of Da Yu would refuse?"

"The young master is only known outside as a pure prince, who was originally to be sent to the Wentian Sect as a hostage."

"That White Fairy is the only direct descendant of the Sect Master of the Asking Heaven Sect. If she were to marry the young master, it would be considered a marriage of unequal status. Yet, by simply throwing away a relatively unimportant pure-blooded prince, the Asking Heaven Sect can be won over. What do you think the Emperor will choose?"

Qingque lowered her eyes slightly, "But Your Highness is a simple person."

"Purity is actually a good thing. This way, the emperor won't be wary of the maternal relatives because they belong to the Wentian Sect. They can even be used by the emperor to balance the power of the crown prince." Shen Yeshu smiled and directly hit Qingque's heart.

Qingque coldly replied, "But you still can't become a princess."

"I don't need the title of princess, or even to marry into the royal family," Shen Yeshu said dismissively. "My aspirations are the same as yours, young master."

If I can unite the three sects and six paths of the Holy Sect, I will be a strong ally for you in the martial world, and I can also take the opportunity to balance the power of the Asking Heaven Sect around you.

"At that time, you could either compete for the position of Crown Prince or be sent to a distant land as a king to ensure your safety. I am far more important than any so-called concubine."

Shen Yeshu had absolutely no interest in the so-called position of the principal wife.

If one could be with one person for life, that would be the best, so she didn't even really want Wu Cheng to compete for the throne.

But if Wu Cheng wanted to, she wouldn't object.

As long as she and Wu Cheng are truly in love by then, that's all that matters. But even true love can't withstand reality, so she needs more leverage.

Like-minded partners and comrades-in-arms who walk alongside her—that is her goal.

At that time, it didn't matter how many women Wu Cheng had in his harem, because she was the irreplaceable one.

Of course, as the saying goes, it would be best to be with one person for life.

Besides... isn't internal strife what the Holy Gate excels at most?

Qingque was silent for a moment, then raised her eyes and said, "So you mean you want me to help you?"

Shen Yeshu lowered her voice and seduced, "With you inside and me outside, if we join forces, what is that White Fairy of the Asking Heaven Sect worth mentioning?"

Qingque didn't speak, but she still raised her hand to block Shen Yeshu from entering when she was about to push the door open.

Shen Yeshu narrowed his eyes. "So you're not planning to join forces with me?"

If he doesn't heed the advice, then the future Holy Lord of the Demonic Sect is also quite skilled in martial arts.

Qingque said calmly, "Your Highness is still young, and this is not the time to lose your virginity. Besides, even if it comes to that time, I will need to instruct Your Highness on what to do first."

"You still want to be the first to drink? Heh..." Shen Yeshu smiled slightly and turned around. "In that case, I'll grant your wish."

It's just a matter of winning over this maid with decent swordsmanship for now; as for the so-called "first soup"... that can be dealt with later.

Seeing Shen Yeshu return, Qingque secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then continued to stand guard at the door.

Meanwhile, inside the house...

Wearing only a single layer of clothing, Wu Cheng lay motionless on the couch, his eyes wide open!

Fei Yuan, dressed in red, clung to him tightly like an octopus.

Wu Cheng struggled for a moment, but not only did he fail to break free, Fei Yuan also exerted even more force.

A sickening sound rang out as Wu Cheng pleaded softly, "Master Fei Dao! Please loosen the grip! I beg you! My bones are about to break!"

Fei Yuan's delicate nose was only an inch away from his nose tip, and the towel even brushed against his chin, making him itchy.

A faint fragrance of locust blossoms lingered around his nose, but Wu Cheng remained calm and composed.

After all, no one can withstand such a strain if their bones are about to break.

"The way you address me is wrong." Fei Yuan's voice was calm and still, almost devoid of emotion.

Wu Cheng was taken aback and subconsciously said, "Uncle-Master?"

Fei Yuan stared at him without moving.

"Uh...Master?"

Fei Yuan: Everyone's calling themselves "Aunt Fei?"

Click, click!

Fei Yuan hugged him even tighter.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" Wu Cheng quickly activated his clever mind, and then, in a flash of inspiration, blurted out, "Sister Fei!"

Fei Yuan loosened her control over him, but still didn't let go.

There seemed to be some inexplicable emotion in her scarlet eyes, but she didn't say anything. She just pressed her pretty face against his chest, then tapped him and listened to his heartbeat before slowly closing her eyes.

"sorry."

"Huh? What do you mean by 'sorry'? Sister Fei, do you know me? What's your relationship with that senior from the Demonic Sect in the palace? And what's my relationship with him?"

Wu Cheng was puzzled, but Fei Yuan clearly didn't answer his question.

Moreover, seeing that her breathing was deep and even, it was clear that she had already fallen asleep.

Wu Cheng tried to get up, but found that he couldn't move no matter what he did.

The way Fei Yuan touched him just now... it seems she hit a pressure point!

Wu Cheng closed his eyes and tried to sense things, but he couldn't sense anything right.

He opened his eyes, looking helpless. "What's going on here..."

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Outside the door, Qingque still stood with her umbrella, eyes closed, resting.

The next day, when Wu Cheng woke up, Fei Yuan had already disappeared.

He sighed and sat up. Qingque, who had heard the noise outside, immediately pushed open the door and entered with a basin of water. "Your Highness, it's time to wash up."

Once inside, she looked around and, seeing no one else, felt a little relieved.

While Wu Cheng was washing up, she secretly glanced at Wu Cheng's left wrist.

Seeing that the white line was still there, she finally felt completely relieved.

It seems that last night's strict guard was effective; that demonic witch Shen Yeshu kept her word and didn't sneak in to eat.

That's fine.

After washing up, the group stayed in the courtyard and did not go out. Today's meals were all purchased by the people from the Burial Path.

It wasn't until evening that someone knocked on the courtyard gate.

Wu Cheng and the others were chatting in the courtyard when they saw this. They exchanged glances, and Wu Cheng looked at Qing Que.

Qingque went over and opened the door.

A person wearing a black cloak stood outside the door.

Once the person entered the courtyard and took off their hood, a pretty face with a cool and slightly pale expression was revealed.

It turned out that Sima Yue himself had come.

She wasn't wearing her official robes tonight, but only a plain dark-colored dress, her long hair casually tied up with a silver hairpin, making her look like an ordinary lady from a prominent family.

She entered the courtyard, her gaze sweeping over the surroundings discreetly.

Her gaze paused slightly when she saw Shen Yeshu, Shen Tu Lie, and Damo, and her pupils contracted slightly when she saw Fei Yuan's red dress and scarlet eyes.

She might not recognize the others, but this person's features were so distinctive that she recognized her at a glance, even without a portrait.

It seems that the evaluation of this Fourth Prince needs to be re-examined.

Sima Yue approached Wu Cheng without making a sound and bowed, a faint smile appearing on her lips. "Your Highness's choice of accommodation is quite ingenious."

"I come from a humble family; how can I compare to Lord Sima? Please have a seat."

Wu Cheng smiled and invited her to sit down. Qingque served tea and then retreated to a distance to stand guard.

The others also scattered around the courtyard, leaving the space around the stone table in the middle to the two of them.

Sima Yue, holding a teacup, inquired, "Your Highness, may I come inside for a chat?"

Wu Cheng shook his head. "This place is perfect."

As the saying goes, walls have ears, and the two's secret plot would inevitably trigger the eavesdropping mechanism.

Having a private conversation in such a slightly open space makes it less likely to be discovered.

Otherwise, those important figures from before he transmigrated would have liked to go to golf courses.

Firstly, golf isn't a very strenuous activity, and secondly, the course is spacious and open enough to be the perfect place to chat.

Seeing Wu Cheng's insistence, Sima Yue said no more.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Sima Yue got to the point, "May I ask where Your Highness obtained that account of my father?"

Wu Cheng then handed her the account books and lists found in the Iron Buddha Temple, the Prince Yu's Mansion, and the Luoyang Prefecture, and then briefly explained the situation.

"Some of my friends are chivalrous and happened to find these things, so out of trust, they entrusted them to me. I have always believed that Lord Sima is selfless, loyal, and incorruptible. These accounts concerning your father must have been forged by someone, so I will hand them over to Lord Sima for his disposal today."

Sima Yue took the account book, glanced at it, then folded it up and put it into her sleeve.

Her movements were composed, her face showing no emotion. "Your Highness, rest assured, this humble subject will investigate this matter thoroughly, and will absolutely not..."

We will let any bad person go free, and we will not wrong any good person.

Wu Cheng's heart skipped a beat. It seemed that Sima Yue was still wary of him, so she did not explain that her father, Sima Xun, had actually protected the children who were sent to him.

It seems that because she didn't kill the third brother and Yuan Hao in public this time, or destroy the Iron Buddha Temple, she was a little unsure of her own thoughts.

After all, last time she thought of herself as a righteous and passionate young prince.

So Wu Cheng changed the subject and said, "I naturally trust Lord Sima, but I invited you here today for two reasons: first, to return this item, and second, to ask you something."

Sima Yue nodded and asked, "What would Your Highness like to ask?"

"Chen Qingyan." Wu Cheng stared into her eyes. "Has Lord Sima heard of this name?"

If we're going to save that senior from the Demonic Sect, we should at least know where he is first.

Sima Yue's fingers paused for a moment on the edge of the teacup.

The pause was very short, but Wu Cheng saw it all.

Hmm? Judging from this reaction... Sima Yue knows this name!

Sima Yue raised her eyes, and for the first time, a hint of fear and awe appeared in those usually calm and composed eyes.

"Your Highness, this name... I dare not say. If you wish to know, it would be best to ask someone in the palace." She paused, then added, "I mean, ask His Highness the Crown Prince."

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