The Grand Secretary has no heir? His concubine gives birth to triplets.

Liu Dieyi's hand holding the dagger trembled slightly uncontrollably.

It's now!

Liu Qingmang roared, and her right hand wielded a short knife like a venomous snake, slashing fiercely at Liu Dieyi's chest with a vicious gust of wind!

"Sizzle—" The sound of tearing silk rang out.

Bright red blood splattered out, staining the Miao silver necklace on Liu Dieyi's chest.

"Butterfly!" Lu Yunzheng's eyes were bloodshot as he swung his knife, slashing away the poisonous snake in front of him, and tried to turn around and pounce back.

Murong Shunshun had already moved to the small boat. Seeing this scene, her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest.

If something really happens to Young Master Liu, how will Brother Lu face the consequences?

As if sensing her panic, the little doll in the purse laboriously poked half its body out and gently rubbed against her palm.

Murong Shunshun pressed him back down without any mercy.

Suddenly, a powerful shout echoed from the depths of Shichahai, shrouded in thick white mist.

"Dieyi! Calm your mind! Don't let external things distract you. Your skill is superior to his!"

Murong Shunshun looked in the direction of the sound and saw a small, black-awning boat cutting through the waves like an arrow.

Two people stood side by side at the bow of the boat.

The person on the left is wearing a gray Taoist robe, with half-white hair, and has an air of otherworldly elegance; he should be Master Xuansu.

The man on the right was about thirty years old, wearing a dark purple Miao-style short jacket, with a black headscarf wrapped around his head, and his skin was a deep wheat color.

His silver ornaments were more elaborate and antique than Liu Dieyi's.

Her eyes were deep and unfathomable, and her brows shared the same cool and wild quality as Dieyi's.

This was none other than Liu Dieyi's master, the previous young master of Miao territory, Aluojia.

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Liu Dieyi felt much calmer.

His gaze instantly solidified into an ice blade.

He plunged the dagger in his hand into the brass hot pot table in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, he used his right hand to grip the heavy, round silver necklace around his neck.

"Click—"

With a crisp sound, the collar separated from the central mechanism, turning into two semicircles.

With two sharp "clangs," the two ends of the semicircle shot out sharp blades, instantly transforming into two strangely curved and sharp scimitars!

Murong Shunshun was stunned by what she saw on the small boat.

Liu Dieyi flipped her hands over and gripped the curved knife in her hands.

With a heavy thud on the deck, he pounced on Liu Qingmang like a black panther!

Liu Qingmang curled her lips into a cold smile and swung her knife to parry.

However, the moment the two swords clashed, he immediately widened his eyes in horror.

Liu Dieyi's combat power surged in an instant!

The two strange, curved blades were incredibly heavy, causing his hands to crack from the pressure.

Liu Dieyi increased her speed by nearly double, forcing him to retreat repeatedly and making it difficult for him to defend himself.

"How is that possible... You're clearly injured..." Liu Qingmang gritted her teeth and endured the pain, cold sweat pouring down her forehead.

"Clang, clang, clatter—" The dense sounds of weapons clashing were like a sudden storm.

Liu Dieyi remained silent, each move deadly, aimed directly at Liu Qingmang's vital points.

At this moment, Aluojia and Xuansu Zhenren's small boat was closer to the cruise ship.

Alaka stood at the bow of the ship and frowned when he saw so many venomous snakes in the cabin.

He raised his right hand, and the narrow, dark purple sleeve of his robe fluttered gently in the air.

Just a moment later.

Suddenly, a series of flapping sounds rang out on the surface of Shichahai Lake.

Murong Shunshun looked up and saw thousands upon thousands of butterflies gathered in the nearby sky.

They gathered together in dense clusters of various colors, forming a "dark cloud" that blotted out the sun.

With a suffocating sense of oppression, they lunged at the venomous snakes inside the cruise ship!

The elite guards and officers of the Censorate retreated to the stern or rushed to the second floor.

A series of chilling "click-clack" sounds echoed inside the cabin.

A few breaths later, all of these disgusting venomous snakes, except for the snake king that was being suppressed by the golden swallowtail butterflies, were devoured by the butterflies!

All that remained were snake scales and bones scattered on the ground.

Lu Yunzheng, holding his blood-stained longsword, watched this scene with trepidation, even though he had killed people on the battlefield.

Murong Shunshun felt a wave of nausea wash over her, and she tried her best to suppress her nausea and dared not look any further.

Her gaze shifted, and she saw Pei Lu, slumped in a corner.

He had been bitten on the thigh by a venomous snake at some point, and black blood was oozing from the wound.

His entire leg was swollen and purple, his lips were dark blue, he was foaming at the mouth, and he didn't even have the strength to call for help.

Murong Shunshun watched coldly, without a trace of pity in her eyes.

Since he was determined to pledge allegiance to Prince Chen, his current predicament is entirely his own fault.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud pulled her back to reality.

Liu Qingmang, covered in blood, flew backward and crashed into the wrecked bow of the ship.

His dagger had been knocked away, and his body was covered in countless deep, bone-revealing cuts inflicted by Liu Dieyi.

"vomit--"

Liu Qingmang coughed up a mouthful of blood, staring at Aluojia as he slowly boarded the ship, her eyes filled with resentment.

"Master..." His voice was hoarse, like a broken bellows.

"...In terms of talent and diligence, in what way am I inferior to him?"

"Why... why won't you just...?"

Aloga glanced at him indifferently.

With just that one glance, Qingmang was plunged into despair.

"Given your wicked intentions, opportunism, selfishness, and prejudice, you will never understand what it means for all things to have a spirit."

Aloga's voice was deep and cold.

Liu Qingmang gave a desperate, bitter laugh.

He whistled.

The snake king, which was about to die from the poison of the golden swallowtail butterfly, heard the whistle and, with its last bit of strength, swam towards him desperately!

With a sweep of its tail, the snake directly lifted Liu Qingmang up.

A man and a snake leaped into the icy lake and vanished in the blink of an eye.

Liu Dieyi was not good at swimming.

He stood on the edge of the boat, staring at the dark lake water, and spat coldly.

"You're lucky to be alive."

Liu Qingmang was seriously injured this time. Even if she survives by sheer luck, she will no longer be able to pose a threat to him.

What's more, he had just thrown a Gu silkworm at Liu Qingmang during the fight.

That day, Murong Shunshun suspected that she had been poisoned by a Gu, so she sent a guard to deliver a message to her. Based on her description, he judged that it should be the Cold Plum Fragrance Gu.

Although he had never learned how to cultivate flower gu, he didn't know how to undo it.

However, when Liu Qingmang betrayed her sect, she stole one of her master's books, which contained the recipe for the Cold Plum Incense Gu.

That thing... is very much liked by the Gu silkworm.

With the crisis averted, the guards immediately pulled the small boat back onto the cruise ship.

With Lu Yunzheng's help, Murong Shunshun stepped over the mess on the ground and approached Xuan Su Zhenren and Aluojia.

Without bothering with formalities or pleasantries, she anxiously took the small doll out of her purse and handed it to Master Xuansu.

"Master! Please help the Prime Minister! His soul has been trapped inside the puppet for many days."

"This afternoon, the thieves set up a makeshift temple outside the city, intending to use his body to force us to hand over the imperial seal!"

Master Xuansu nodded, immediately took the small doll, and examined it carefully.

……

at the same time.

On the outskirts of the capital, there was a secluded three-courtyard house that Pei Lu had secretly visited.

The sky had darkened without anyone noticing, and a cold wind swept through the room.

"kill--!"

Holding a gleaming goose-feather blade, Xiao San's eyes were bloodshot, making him look like a god of death.

He led several of his most elite guards, along with soldiers from the city defense bureau, and smashed down the heavy wooden door of the inner courtyard.

Blood flowed like a river inside the hospital, and severed limbs were scattered all over the ground.

The elite soldiers left behind by Prince Chen put up a stubborn resistance, but faced with the enemy's relentless fighting style, their defenses were being torn apart inch by inch.

"Stop them! Don't let them into the dark room!" the leader of the assassins roared hoarsely.

However, Xiao San risked his life to lure the enemy, killed the leader with a suicidal fighting style, and kicked open the iron door leading to the dark room by stepping on the enemy's corpse.

Pei Yan has a responsibility for the loss of his physical body and must atone for his sins with his merits!

The air in the dark room was damp and stuffy.

On the wooden bed, Pei Yan's body was experiencing extreme pain that others could not imagine.

Large beads of sweat covered his smooth forehead and rolled down his high nose.

He gritted his teeth, letting out an unconscious, extremely suppressed groan from his throat.

His handsome face was now contorted with pain.

His hands gripped the wooden plank beneath him tightly, the veins on the backs of his hands, neck, and even forehead bulging out as if they might burst at any moment.

The snow spider inside his body was startled by the commotion and prematurely burrowed into his heart.

As a result, the physical body experienced extremely violent rejection and tremors.

The two assassins guarding the stone bed saw the iron gate breached and the shouts of battle outside were almost within reach; a ruthless glint flashed in their eyes.

"The master has ordered that if the mission fails, kill them on sight!"

He raised the knife and, with all his might, slashed down at Pei Yan's neck!

Xiao San had just rushed down the steps and was still three zhang away from the wooden bed.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he roared desperately, "Prime Minister—!!"

At the critical moment!

No blood gushed out, no heads fell to the ground.

The knife in the man's hand stopped abruptly less than an inch from Pei Yan's neck.

A large hand, like an iron clamp, gripped the sharp blade!

Bright red blood dripped from between his fingers onto the bed.

The man who had been sleeping soundly on the wooden bed had slowly opened his eyes at some point.

At this moment, his unfathomable phoenix eyes surged with extreme violence and coldness.

Pei Yan slightly tugged at the corners of his mouth, his voice cold and hoarse.

"You think you can kill me...?"