They all became female demons after being reborn.

Chapter 109 Sister-in-law, turn back, I'm not your second brother.

Upon hearing Wu Cheng's words, Bodhidharma, who had remained silent, clasped his hands together and silently chanted the Buddha's name. "This humble monk has long had this intention, but I have endured it all this time to avoid disrupting your plans. Now that you intend to eliminate Mara's disciples, this humble monk has no choice but to take on the responsibility."

Shen Yeshu said, "Young Master, isn't this a bit too hasty? We haven't made any preparations."

"Since we ourselves are in such a hurry, then there's even less chance that the Garan Temple will be prepared," Wu Cheng laughed. "These things are best left unresolved; the longer we delay, the higher the risk of exposure. So we can't be impatient, but we must act quickly!"

He had seen too many stories in history books in his past life about plans being exposed at the last minute.

In the distant past, during the Yellow Turban Rebellion, Zhang Jiao was betrayed by his disciples and had to start his rebellion prematurely. Later, during the Wei, Jin and Northern and Southern Dynasties, many people's plans were exposed when they rebelled. Even Cao Mao's uprising was forced to begin because his plans were exposed.

There were only a few of them. Although Wu Cheng could trust them all, who knew what the situation was between the Crown Prince and Sima Yue? Besides, the An siblings could also guess that he had come to Lin'an.

Even if all of that is fine, aren't there people in the Path of Extinguishing Emotions and the Path of Burying Life who would sell them out for a chance at fame and fortune?

If everyone were truly this loyal and righteous, they wouldn't be called the Demonic Sect, nor would they have engaged in internal strife and division.

Moreover, even if the matter is exposed, the Garan Temple will not be on guard, because my second brother said that he will send the Crown Princess over to him for protection tomorrow.

So even if someone close to him exposes this, people will only think that Wu Cheng is planning to run away, and that he will most likely deploy people at the city gate or outside the city, while ignoring the situation inside Lin'an City.

This is called "the darkest place is under the lamp".

After all, the Garan Temple held a prestigious position because the emperor was a devout Buddhist and had sacrificed himself three times in five years. The temple also housed a Grandmaster of the Innate Realm. Who would have thought that Wu Cheng would lead a group to launch a surprise attack on the Garan Temple?

Shen Yeshu looked curious. "Young Master, what are your plans? Are you going to gather a large number of people? My Extinction Emotion Sect only has a few dozen people in Lin'an City, and among them, there are only about twenty people with decent skills."

Shen Tu Lie, his neck stiff, retorted, "Don't underestimate me! All the top fighters of my Burial Path died along with the Dao Master!"

"I didn't say I'd use you. The people from the Extinction of Emotions Path and the Burial of Life Path only need to stir up trouble in various parts of the city and then provide support outside the city."

Wu Cheng turned to look at Fei Yuan, who was gazing at the moon in a daze. "Master Fei, just how big is the difference between innate and acquired talents? Is it so big that it can ignore the number of people?"

Fei Yuan continued to look at the moon, as if she hadn't heard his question.

Wu Cheng forced a smile and said in a low voice, "Sister Fei."

"Um?"

Shen Yeshu and Qingque immediately looked over, their eyes sharpening.

Then their gazes darted back and forth between Wu Cheng and Fei Yuan.

No!

When did you two become so close? You're even calling her "sister" now?

That shouldn't be the case... They've been keeping a close watch on him, so Fei Yuan has never been alone with His Highness (Young Master)!

They barely spoke to each other even when they were together!

What exactly is going on?

But Fei Yuan actually talked to Wu Cheng!

She turned her gaze back to Wu Cheng, blinked her crimson eyes, and tilted her head slightly. "Ten thousand men are no good, but they can run."

Wu Cheng understood what Shen Yeshu meant without needing to translate.

With fewer than ten thousand people, a Grandmaster of the Innate Realm can move as if there is no one there!

With a population exceeding ten thousand, it's impossible for one person to kill ten thousand, but if someone were to behead or flee from among ten thousand, those ten thousand wouldn't be able to stop them.

Moreover, these 10,000 men... would probably require well-trained soldiers to form a battle formation.

Wu Cheng felt a pang of pain in his teeth. "Isn't... the difference really that big?"

He originally thought that the "insurmountable gap between innate and acquired" was similar to the "insurmountable gap between armed and unarmed".

So this is the difference between fantasy and martial arts!

Wu Cheng then asked, "Sister Fei Yuan, the Grandmaster of the Innate Realm in the Garan Temple should be the Imperial Preceptor Yuan Tong. Can you defeat him?"

Fei Yuan blinked her crimson eyes.

Having composed himself, Shen Yeshu said calmly, "There are also differences between those with innate abilities."

She glanced at her master.

I was originally thinking of talking about it later, but it seems I need to break through to the Innate Realm as soon as possible, and then... Master, I'm going to control you tightly!

She actually got involved with the young master right under her nose. How come she didn't know before?

In her previous life, after she was born with the Heavenly Innate Realm, she wanted to seize the position of Dao Lord. Fei Yuan gave her the position of Dao Lord without much resistance and then disappeared without a trace.

It seems this time we must keep our master firmly under our control!

But no matter what, Master's strength is not something that ordinary innate masters can match.

Wu Cheng frowned. "The problem now is, is Yuantong the only innate master in the Garan Temple? If there is more than one innate master, then things will get really interesting."

It should be noted that the Wentian Sect has at least two Innate Grandmasters on the surface: Gong Yuqing and Dugu Moli, as well as Bai Suyi, who is at the half-step Innate level.

There were a few innate masters among those elders, but nobody knew.

Although Garan Temple has only been established for a little over a decade, with so many resources being poured into it, what if there's more than one innate talent?

"There is only one innate talent in Garan Temple," Shen Yeshu said with absolute certainty.

In her previous life, she did not experience this event, or rather, this event did not exist.

But more than a decade later, when the young master went on a killing spree in Lin'an, the Garan Temple only had Yuantong, a Grandmaster of the Innate Realm.

Or rather, among the 480 temples of the Great Yu Dynasty at that time, there were fewer than five innate grandmasters, and most of them had no contact with the Garan Temple until their deaths.

Wu Cheng quickly pressed, "Are you sure?"

Shen Yeshu nodded. "I'm sure."

"That's fine then." Wu Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

It's unbelievable. The Innate Grandmaster is like a nuclear deterrent. Originally, the plan was to mobilize various forces, but now all that's needed is to figure out how to eliminate the Innate Grandmaster.

I feel like my thinking has actually become a bit simpler.

Wu Cheng pondered for a moment, then turned to look at Bodhidharma, "Master, if the Garan Temple only has Yuantong as a Grandmaster of the Innate Realm, and all the other monks are entrusted to you... can you manage?"

"Amitabha." Bodhidharma clasped his hands together, "This humble monk will certainly not fail the trust placed in him by the benefactor."

"That's good then." Wu Cheng smiled slightly, then waved to everyone, "Come on, let me tell you about tomorrow's plan."

And so on, and so forth...

Everyone nodded in agreement.

The next day at dawn, Crown Princess Lu Wan's carriage arrived.

Not to mention the imperial guards and eunuchs announcing names, there weren't even any plainclothes guards. There was only Qiaohe, a maid who had grown up with Lu Wan since childhood and even followed her into the Eastern Palace, by her side.

The brother and sister, An Jingru and An Xinzizai, brought her here in a horse-drawn carriage.

Upon seeing the two, Wu Cheng raised an eyebrow slightly.

It seems that the brother and sister are both trusted confidants of Sima Yue. By sending these two to escort the Crown Princess, she has already made her stance clear.

These two people are trustworthy.

After dropping the person off, the An siblings drove away in their carriage, but before leaving, he whispered something to Wu Cheng.

"Your Highness, someone has been watching the Eastern Palace recently. The Crown Princess was switched last night and was specially sent here today. The Commander said that she also feels she is being watched and is unable to come to see him recently. Please forgive her."

Wu Cheng just smiled and patted him on the shoulder without saying anything.

After the carriage left, he turned back to look at Lu Wan.

Needless to say, the inconspicuous maidservant beside her was not the main character. Lu Wan was dressed in a plain blue jacket with a silver hairpin in her hair. She did not wear any of the formal attire of a crown princess. She looked like an ordinary woman who was temporarily staying at her parents' home. However, her noble and dignified air could not be concealed.

But at this moment, her eyes were slightly lowered, and her melancholy and sorrowful demeanor made her look like a widow no matter how you looked at her.

Wu Cheng cupped his hands in greeting, "Sister-in-law."

Lu Wan lowered her head and stepped through the doorway. Upon hearing this, her delicate body paused slightly, and she responded very softly. Then, she led Qiaohe and followed Qingque into the room that had already been cleared out, without glancing at Wu Cheng once from beginning to end.

Wu Cheng smirked. "No, so much resentment? Then blame your second brother. Why are you giving me this attitude?"

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He doesn't want to carry this burden yet.

Wu Cheng shrugged and entered the courtyard. Then he instructed Qingque and Qiaohe, who was cautiously following behind Qingque and looking her over, "Sister Qingque, you and Qiaohe take care of your sister-in-law for now."

Qingque accepted the order and led Qiaohe into the house.

Wu Cheng then called Shen Tu Lie over and instructed him, "Mr. Shen Tu, if anyone asks who lives in the house today, tell them that she is my distant cousin who came to Lin'an to relax after being widowed. Also... you understand."

Shen Tu Lei's scarred face gleamed with ruthlessness. "Don't worry! Anyone who dares to inquire is definitely a spy from outside! I'll skin them alive!"

Wu Cheng cupped his hands in greeting, "Please, and don't forget about tonight's matters either."

Shen Tu Lie was beaming with excitement. "Don't worry! As long as you promise to let me pull off a big heist, I'll give you my life!"

"It's not necessary to risk your life." Wu Cheng patted him on the shoulder. "My father alone made 300 million coins from the Garan Temple by sacrificing himself three times. You'll make your share then. I'm waiting for us to come back and have a celebratory drink."

"Sure, sure!"

Shen Tu Lie patted his chest and left in high spirits.

Nothing else happened the next day, and Wu Cheng's plan proceeded as scheduled.

Lu Wan remained calm and quiet; there was no crying or sound of things being smashed inside the room.

But as night fell, Qingque finally found Wu Cheng with Qiaohe, who was bowing her head and weeping.

"What's wrong?" Wu Cheng asked curiously, pulling himself out of his thoughts.

Qingque turned her head and glanced at Qiaohe, who was crying softly.

Qingque reported expressionlessly, "Your Highness, the Crown Princess has not eaten or drunk anything all day. Please go and persuade her, lest she ruin Your Highness's important plans."

Alright! They've come looking for trouble.

Wu Cheng sighed, "Fine, I knew it. I'll go in and talk to her, and get me a bowl of hot porridge."

Qiaohe hurriedly went to the kitchen and brought back a bowl of hot porridge, presenting it with both hands. "Fourth Prince! My wife used to dote on you! You must be able to persuade her!"

"I can't guarantee that." Wu Cheng smiled helplessly as he finished eating the rice porridge, then pushed open the door and went inside.

The door closed behind him.

The curtains were drawn, and the room was dimly lit.

Lu Wan sat on a round stool with her back to the door. Her plain blue jacket was wrinkled and wrapped around her body. Her hair was half loose, with a few strands hanging down her neck.

Hearing the noise behind her, she flinched, but did not turn around.

Wu Cheng placed the bowl of porridge on the table, walked over and stood two steps behind her, then cupped his hands in a gesture of respect and said in a very soft voice, "Sister-in-law, you haven't eaten all day. This porridge was freshly made in the kitchen, with nothing added except some red dates. Please have a few sips."

Lu Wan didn't turn around or say anything.

Wu Cheng waited for a while, and seeing that she ignored him, he moved a chair and sat down diagonally opposite her from behind.

After a while, he suddenly laughed and said, "Sister-in-law, I remember you used to give me snacks when I was little."

"Once I fell in the Imperial Garden and scraped my knee. You took out your own handkerchief to bandage it for me and comforted me, saying that a man shouldn't cry. You weren't like this back then."

Lu Wan's back stiffened for a moment, then she remained silent.

Wu Cheng tilted his head as he watched her retreating figure, his tone suddenly becoming playful, "Sister-in-law, does your second brother not treat you well?"

"Okay? But my second brother is a gentleman. Could it be that you're being neglected by him because you can't have children?"

To be fair, my second brother and sister-in-law have been married for eight years and they really don't have any children.

Lu Wan's shoulders stiffened for a moment, but she still didn't say anything.

There is a play!

Wu Cheng's tone became increasingly relaxed, as if he were gossiping about someone else's affairs. "Could it be that Second Brother has fallen for another woman?"

But the Crown Prince's Palace doesn't have a single concubine besides you. Is he just jealous? But surely you wouldn't be so intolerant of a concubine who doesn't even exist, would you?

Lu Wan still had her back to him, but Wu Cheng noticed that her fingers, which were resting on her knees, curled slightly.

Wu Cheng leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and tilted his head to look at her back.

Then he suddenly lowered his voice, a hint of mischief in his tone, "It can't be that Second Brother likes men, can it?"

Lu Wan's lips twitched visibly.

She gripped the fabric on her knees tightly, her fingertips turning white, but she still stubbornly refused to turn around.

Wu Cheng took in her reaction, and the joke on his face slowly faded.

He was silent for a moment, then spoke, "Sister-in-law, is it because you and Second Brother have never shared a room?"

"You feel he's too cold to you, preferring to send you here rather than let you stay in the East Palace. You think he despises you?"

Lu Wan suddenly turned around!

Her almond-shaped eyes were swollen and red, filled with tears, but her lips were tightly pursed.

After a long pause, she glared at Wu Cheng, gritting her teeth and saying bitterly, "How did you know? He even told you something like this? Are you brothers going to make fun of me behind closed doors? Laugh at me for being a virgin after all these years of marriage, laughing at me for being just a decoration?"

Before Wu Cheng could answer, the Crown Princess suddenly raised her hands and pulled open her collar, revealing her collarbone and a small patch of white skin below it.

She didn't push it any further, but simply tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and two lines of tears slid down her cheeks. Her voice was broken and hoarse, as if squeezed from her throat, "He just wants me to borrow your sperm, right? I've already agreed, what more do you want! If you're going to humiliate me, hurry up! I'll just pretend I was bitten by a dog!"

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