When I woke up, the entire cultivation world was talking about my master.

Hua Ling immediately fell to the ground, "...My God, top-notch strategic battle. I really want to shake Xianlan up and watch."

Also known as, The Battle of the Mentally Handicapped.

The Crown Prince must be furious. That's why they say illiteracy is the lifelong enemy of respectable people.

"It seems Your Highness still has something to say. In fact, I also have many questions to ask. Since it was all a misunderstanding, why don't we move to the demon palace? Why chat under the heavenly lightning? We're disturbing their tribulation here," Ming Si said again.

These words immediately brought everyone to their senses.

Yes... why do they insist on preventing Chu Xianlan from undergoing her tribulation? Wasn't their purpose in coming to Beiming to negotiate peace?

Ji Ran said, "I'm afraid that won't work."

His eyes grew cold; the Demon King was deliberately stalling for time.

Ji Ran could not wait any longer; he had to seize the opportunity during the tribulation to take down Chu Xianlan.

He said slowly, "I have no intention of provoking conflict between the two races, but these individuals are all under a kill order from the Southern Cang Continent. This is a private matter within the human race, involving matters of principle. I hope Your Majesty the Demon King will understand and allow us to settle this matter first."

A kill order...

Having obtained this seemingly legitimate reason, everyone felt enlightened.

"Hmm...a private matter," Ming Si nodded meaningfully, as if he understood, and shrugged, "Since the Crown Prince has put it this way, and it is indeed a private matter, then this king should not interfere. Please do as you see fit."

Hua Ling fell down again: "..."

No, you're just feinting and then attacking your own teammates. Are they allies or enemies?

Ming Si is really too easily flattered; she wants to take back what she just said.

The Demon King's actions were ambiguous, and arguing with the demon race was a waste of breath. The hundreds of cultivators no longer hesitated, their killing intent already solidified. They activated their spiritual power, picked up their weapons, and, with the idea of ​​a quick victory, flew towards the location of Chu Xianlan and the others.

Yi Chen held the Unbound Boat upside down in his hand, and with a flick of his wrist, the sword energy surged wildly, illuminating the area with astonishing brilliance.

The chilling, oppressive aura was self-evident.

At the same moment, Ji Ran also raised her hand and summoned the Heart-Questioning Zither. Just as her fingertips were about to touch the strings, a red umbrella pierced through the air and arrived!

His gaze sharpened.

"clang--!"

The paper umbrella appeared flexible, but it was actually wrapped in steel bars. The sound it made when it rubbed against the strings was so loud it made your teeth ache, forcing Ji Ran to take three or four steps back.

"Your Highness!" Yuan Hou rushed forward with his sword, standing between Ji Ran and the attacker. When he saw the face in front of him, he was also full of astonishment.

"Your Highness the Princess?!"

Ji Fuyao did not come alone; in the blink of an eye, many figures in blue joined the battle.

As soon as the female cultivators of the Xuan Yang Sect landed in the crowd, they darted into the human cultivators' attacks like swallows in flight. Their figures were like shadows dancing in the snow, and every move they made was incredibly beautiful. However, hidden within them was a murderous aura, which instantly disrupted the one-sided encirclement and killing situation!

The cultivators were utterly routed and shocked. The Xuan Yang Sect?! How could a righteous sect help a half-demon fight them?!

Is the Xuan Yang Sect going to make a mistake too?!

A flying sword streaked across the sky, followed closely by a small group of Taiyi Sect members. Wei Jin was still bewildered when Pei Fang'an pulled him up from the ground, and he frowned as he asked, "Senior Brother, what brings you here?"

Pei Fang'an remained silent, his face etched with weariness, frantically brushing the dust off his junior brother's body.

It's a long story, but Fairy Shuyu's ability to take action was truly astonishing.

That day in the capital, after hearing the Crown Prince's incoherent rant, many righteous people believed the "divine dragon's warning" and were itching to take action against the half-demon. After all, the relationship between the Xuan Yang Sect and the Tai Yi Sect was not bad, and they had been friends for at least several hundred years. Seeing the situation, Pei Fang'an thought of giving Fairy Shuyu a heads-up and advising her not to get involved.

Then, things took a wild turn in a direction that Pei Fang'an had never anticipated.

Who would have thought that the usually aloof and dignified Fairy Shuyu would be so enraged upon hearing that there was indeed more to the story of her patricide and usurpation than she had imagined.

The teacup that Pei Fang'an was about to put to his lips was shattered by the impact, and tea spilled all over him.

The Xuan Yang Sect reacted equally strongly. They were concerned about their senior sister, and when they learned that Ji Fuyao had been wronged, they cried and made a scene, all wanting to clear their senior sister's name and seek justice.

The Xuan Yang Sect could not swallow this insult.

So they contacted Ji Fuyao, who didn't want to implicate the sect, and embarked on a journey to protect their senior sister without hesitation, even dragging Pei Fang'an, who had elderly parents and young children, along with them.

Actually, Pei Fang'an felt that there was no need to be so radical; a calm and peaceful mind was the best approach...

Ah, forget it.

Amidst the chaos of thunder, flying snow, and shouts of battle, Pei Fang'an surveyed the scene and asked, "Xiao Jin, what's going on?"

Wei Jin succinctly stated: "The Crown Prince sent several hundred men to besiege the four of us, attempting to interrupt Xianlan Jieying's attack."

"What!?" Pei Fang'an closed the fan with one hand, his anger dissipating.

On the other side, Ji Ran sighed, "Royal Sister, are you still going to remain so stubborn?"

Facing Ji Fuyao again, scanning that familiar face, Ji Ran felt a little contemptuous. In his memory, his elder sister was always so unapproachable, making him admire her more than once. But even so, didn't Ji Fuyao impulsively fall into his trap and become his pawn?

Father is right.

A foolish woman can accomplish nothing.

Ji Fuyao drew her sword from under her umbrella, pointed it at the Crown Prince's throat, and said nothing more:

"Ji Ran, your crimes are unforgivable."

Ji Ran seemed to guess what she was going to say next. A fierce look flashed in his eyes. He pressed the strings of the zither with his five fingers. The next moment, Ji Fuyao flicked the tip of her sword, and her exquisite swordsmanship grazed his wrist.

Blood was drawn instantly.

"You are the one who remains obstinate!" Ji Fuyao's voice was loud and clear, her tone resounding. "Ji Ran, back then, when you replaced your Heavenly Spiritual Root, I considered that you were still young and ignorant, and therefore innocent. But now, the crimes you have committed are numerous and countless, and there is no turning back!"

Upon hearing this, not only did Ji Ran's expression change slightly, but even Yuan Hou, who had been protecting him, was stunned.

In just one day, the idea of ​​"changing spiritual roots" has been mentioned twice by different people from various factions, yet they all seem to be convinced that... His Highness the Crown Prince's spiritual roots do not belong to them.

How... is this possible...?

Ji Fuyao didn't give anyone a chance to react. With a flick of her left hand, she threw a communication jade slip to the ground!

"...Fuyao, your mother did indeed give birth to twins back then."

Time seemed to freeze at that moment, and the hoarse, heavy voice entered the minds of everyone present without warning.

The crown prince's unwavering expression finally changed.

"The first one born, Ji Ran, had an ordinary talent and nothing special about him. The one born later caused a celestial phenomenon from birth, with clouds moving in the sky and rays of light shining everywhere. That was the only one in the world with a celestial spiritual root in a thousand years."

Lord Yuan held his breath, his beard trembling. "This...this voice...it's the late Emperor..."

Ji Fuyao listened coldly; she had heard these words countless times since leaving the capital.

Each time I listen to it, many things come to mind.

That day, when Ji Fuyao broke into the late emperor's palace, she did fall into Ji Ran's trap, but she never did anything without preparation.

"The Third Prince possesses the rarest spiritual root in the world, yet his body is extremely weak. At birth, he needed spiritual medicine and arrays to keep him breathing. We believed he probably wouldn't survive—even if he did, his broken body simply couldn't bear the power of the Heavenly Spiritual Root. If he died, the Heavenly Spiritual Root would be gone too. What would become of the Southern Cang royal family's reputation?"

"Therefore, someone suggested replacing the spirit—"

Suddenly, Ji Ran stomped hard on the jade slip that was constantly emitting sound and shattered it!