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Cheng Qingdai, Meng Tingxuan, and Gu Yulin sat at the other three corners of the stone table, forming a four-color round table meeting.

Cheng Qingdai perked up, her brows furrowed: "If you want to save my father, you have to make him completely forget the contents of the Three Knives of Avici Hell. Even the Imperial Hospital can't do anything about it. Can martial arts really do such a thing?"

In her understanding, memory should be more related to medicine, but the old doctor said it was a matter of martial arts, which conflicted with her understanding.

Yunluo explained: "The demonic nature of the Three Blades of Avici Hell penetrates deep into the spiritual level. Medicine can only indirectly affect the spirit by influencing the physical body, but martial arts, when practiced to an extremely high level, can directly utilize spiritual power."

"If one can reach that level, one can directly target Uncle Cheng's mind, erasing his memories of the Three Blades of Avici Hell and his demonic nature, with virtually no possibility of recurrence. That is what a cure is."

The three women looked at each other in bewilderment: "What level of martial arts skill do we need to reach?"

Yunluo's eyes flickered, and he took out the Mingyu Gong technique that he had written in advance from his pocket and put it on the table for everyone to see.

To fully understand the content and essence of Mingyu Gong is obviously impossible in a short time, but just getting a general understanding of its layers, functions, and power can be done quickly.

The three of them glanced at the Mingyu Skill, then turned to look at Yunluo.

"Yunluo, do you mean that practicing this can cultivate spiritual power and save Uncle Cheng?" Meng Tingxuan asked.

Yunluo nodded: "That's right. This Mingyu Gong is divided into nine levels. When you reach the seventh level, you can generate the Frost Intent, which is a method of using spiritual power."

"If the three of you can cultivate to the seventh level of Mingyu Gong, or even higher, the three of you working together should have a chance to eliminate Uncle Cheng's demonic nature."

Gu Yulin frowned: "Even if the three of us have all mastered the seventh level, we still need to join forces to help Uncle Cheng get rid of the demonic nature?"

Cheng Qingdai was also incredulous: "Is the demonic power of this Avici Three Blades really that strong?"

She had only glanced at the introduction to the Mingyu Gong, but she already understood how powerful this divine skill was. At its peak, it was comparable to a terrestrial immortal, with inexhaustible true energy, and the world would change color with every move.

Even if it's only the seventh level, one would still be considered a formidable master in the martial arts world.

As a result, the mere demonic nature of a flawed martial art actually required the combined efforts of three masters at the seventh level of the Mingyu Gong to deal with.

Yunluo smiled, but her words were somewhat cold: "Do you think the Three Blades of Avici is some kind of common martial art?"

"Let me tell you, in this world, the Three Blades of Avici Hell are arguably the most terrifying martial art!"

"Think about Uncle Cheng. He doesn't know any martial arts at all, and he doesn't have any internal energy. Yet, relying on the incomplete few hundred-word Avici Dao Three Swords Manual, he almost shattered an entire wall with his bare hands in one go."

"Those are the walls of the Heavenly Prison, incredibly sturdy, designed specifically for martial arts masters. The fact that he could break through them would cause a bloodbath in the martial arts world."

"Just think about how terrifying the Three Blades of Avici Hell are."

Cheng Qingdai thought about it and realized that it was true; when her father went crazy in prison before, Pi Xiaotian was so frightened that he took two steps back.

A person who has never practiced martial arts and doesn't even have true qi was able to scare Pi Xiaotian, the top double-flower red stick master of the Eastern Depot, after only three months of obtaining the incomplete manual of the Three Blades of Avici Hell. It's simply terrifying!

Suddenly, she remembered something and abruptly turned to look at "Yunluo".

"No! This Avici Hell Three Blades technique is so terrifying that my father went mad after just one look at it. Yunluo, you not only studied it repeatedly but also practiced it extensively. Are you alright?!"

Meng Tingxuan and Gu Yulin were stunned for a moment before realizing what was happening. They almost jumped up and quickly moved away from "Yunluo".

They hid behind a rockery, peeking out cautiously, and asked fearfully, "Yunluo, are you alright?"

They had all seen Cheng Huaizhang's madness when they arrived; he was truly ruthless, killing anyone, whether alive or dead, he was completely inhuman.

Since "Yunluo" also practiced the incomplete manual of the Three Swords of Avici Hell, it's hard to guarantee that there wasn't a demonic influence entering his mind, constantly thinking about slaughtering everyone, but he just suppressed it.

The seasoned official Cheng Huaizhang could hold out for three months, but it was hard to say how long the naive young Princess Yunluo could hold out. She might go mad at any moment and devour them alive.

Trust collapsed in an instant.

Even Xiaoman, who had been massaging Yunluo's shoulders, stopped what she was doing, quietly took a few steps back, and was filled with doubt and apprehension.

Although the princess sometimes talked nonsense and was incoherent, today she was unusually abstract. Could this be a sign that demons have entered her mind?

Faced with the suspicious looks from the crowd, "Yunluo" remained silent for a moment, then chuckled maliciously:

"Since you've found out, I'll stop pretending. I'll lay my cards on the table: I'm deeply entrenched in demonic energy, and I'm constantly thinking about destroying the world!"

Her gaze swept over the women as if they were fish on a chopping board, and she licked her lips, a look of craving on her face.

"Today I'm going to eat a few people. You all have such delicate skin and look so delicious. Come here, let this demon king have a couple of bites!"

She lunged forward with incredibly wild movements, as if a demonic force was coursing through her, captivating and mesmerizing.

"No!" the women cried out in alarm, scattering and fleeing, but they could not escape the Demon King's grasp and were plunged into the abyss.

……

"Yunluo, you're so annoying! You've got my face covered in saliva!"

After some playful fighting, and confirming that "Yunluo" was alright, the women were annoyed with her.

They were almost scared to death just now. When their mouths came down, it was like a carousel was spinning, but it turned out to be a joke. How awful!

The three sisters went to their room to wash and tidy up, leaving Yunluo laughing heartily in the courtyard, savoring the sweetness of the moment.

"Pah! It's rouge and face powder! No wonder it smells so sweet!"

Yunluo quickly spat out a few mouthfuls of saliva, cleared her mouth, and then used Mingyu's true qi to rinse her mouth, freshening her breath and allowing her to return to her normal self.

At this moment, a spy from the Eastern Depot arrived and reported that someone was requesting an audience with the master of the Cheng residence to discuss a business deal.

Yunluo pondered for a moment. Now that Cheng Huaizhang was lying on the bed, Cheng Qingdai was too naive to be in charge of the Cheng family. As for Cheng Qingdai's mother, she had been dead for more than ten years. Cheng Huaizhang had not remarried, so there was no mistress in the house.

When someone came to discuss business, no one from the Cheng family could step forward. "Yunluo" felt it was her responsibility and obligation to help the Cheng family and act as the master of the Cheng family at this critical moment.

Besides, Cheng Qingdai was her good sister, in other words, her woman. With Cheng Huaizhang unable to manage things, it was perfectly reasonable for her to be the mistress of the Cheng family.

“The Cheng residence is now under my jurisdiction. Bring the backyard here; I’ll talk to you.”

The Eastern Depot agent obeyed the order and left. He had thought the same thing; otherwise, he wouldn't have been the first to report to the princess about this matter.

Now that the Cheng family mansion has been taken over by the Eastern Depot, and the princess is the behind-the-scenes boss and the highest leader of the Eastern Depot, if people come to the Cheng family to discuss business, who else should they go to if not her?

Soon, the guard entered with a woman wearing a straw hat, then excused himself.

Liu Sheng Piaoxu glanced around the backyard, then fixed her gaze on "Yunluo," and asked in confusion:

"Are you the eldest daughter of the Cheng family?"

I had seen Cheng Qingdai from afar before, but I couldn't see her clearly because she was too far away. However, I did see that she was wearing white.

I went to the Eastern Depot and came back with all my clothes changed. They were still the yellow ones that are generally only worn by royalty...

Liu Sheng Piaoxu was startled, and a flash of wisdom appeared in his eyes.

I was wondering what kind of powerful connections the Cheng family had that they could be so respectfully returned after being arrested by the Eastern Depot. Now the case has been solved.

Cheng Huaizhang was cuckolded. Cheng Qingdai was an illegitimate daughter of the royal family. She exposed her identity at a critical moment, making the Eastern Depot unable to do anything about it. In fact, after verifying the truth, they could only respectfully send her back!

That makes sense, it makes perfect sense!

Liu Sheng Piaoxu was in a state of utter confusion. He had thought that he would at most be facing a fourth-rank official of the imperial court. Although the pressure was immense, he was not without confidence.

But now, looking at it, it's all over, completely over. The person they're talking to isn't some fourth-rank official at all, but a royal relative with connections to the highest levels!

The imperial relatives of the Ming Dynasty wouldn't even bother to glance at three thousand taels, let alone thirty thousand. How could she possibly make a deal with them?

embarrassed!

Yunluo gave Liusheng Piaoxu a strange look. Weren't we supposed to be discussing a deal? Why don't you say something?

Liu Sheng Piaoxu also realized that it wasn't good to keep quiet like this, and if she didn't speak up, she would offend someone.

She clutched the hem of her dress to hide her nervousness, and gritted her teeth as she spoke:

“Miss Cheng, I have come here to buy back a family heirloom that was lost and unexpectedly acquired by you.”

“It is not something particularly valuable, but it is of great significance to my family. I am willing to purchase it for three thousand taels of silver. I hope you will grant my request.”

As she spoke, she bowed to "Yunluo" with a very humble posture and spoke very politely, showing the utmost sincerity from the very beginning.

This still caused dissatisfaction among Yunluo.

She took a sip of tea, a half-smile playing on her lips: "Young lady, although I know you, as a woman, are hesitant to show your face in public, isn't it going too far for us to discuss business behind closed doors without even showing your face?"

"My stunning beauty is openly displayed for your admiration, yet you hide your frail appearance and refuse to show it to anyone. This makes me very sad. What have I done wrong to deserve such disrespect from you?"

Her tone was indifferent, devoid of any warmth, yet it instantly made Liu Sheng Piaoxu break out in a cold sweat.

Having just arrived in the Celestial Empire, barely eighteen years old, and still unsettled with an uncertain future, he immediately offended a member of the Ming Dynasty's imperial family, making his future path instantly clear.

"Yes, I'm sorry, it was my oversight. I apologize very much, I'll take off my hat now!"

Liu Sheng Piaoxu panicked and immediately took off his straw hat to reveal his face. He almost subconsciously took out his dogeza, which was ingrained in his genes.

Yunluo stared intently, her eyes gleaming.

Her eyebrows and eyes were cool and aloof, her face was like that of fine porcelain, her lips were very pale, and only when her eyes moved did a sharp glint of light occasionally appear.

Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders like an ink waterfall, with a few strands brushing against her snow-white cheeks, as poetic as a poem in the wind and as picturesque as a painting in the snow.

Dressed in simple, clean white clothes, she was neither made up nor adorned with any jewelry. Her whole being was pure and ethereal, like a wild orchid blooming alone in a secluded valley, exuding a lonely and solitary charm.

What a beauty! The princess thought to herself.

She vaguely guessed the identity of the woman in front of her.

"This humble woman, Piaoxu, greets Miss Cheng." Liu Sheng Piaoxu gave a slight bow, using the etiquette of the Central Plains, her movements elegant and dignified.

Haha, it's just drifting catkins, right? That's confirmed!

Yunluo asked herself honestly, even if she were to do this movement, she could never match the naturalness and grace of Piaoxu. It was as if she was born a noble lady of the Ming Dynasty, having received training in etiquette and manners from a young age, which had been ingrained in her very being.

However, she couldn't fool Yunluo. Her so-called elegance and naturalness were just a facade put on by a professional assassin. Her true nature was cold and savage!

Yunluo slowly closed her eyes, then suddenly opened them!

A gaze, sharp as a sword, shot from her eyes, distorting and vibrating the air, forming a faint, visible trail!

The gaze has become tangible!

This is also a kind of application of intention and momentum. What was originally just an illusory gaze becomes real after the addition of spiritual power and true qi. It can be called the eye sword.

The spirit is a mysterious power that can blur the lines between illusion and reality!

Liu Sheng Piaoxu was bowing and had not yet stood up, but her keen senses as a top expert made her perceive a threat.

She instinctively used her martial arts skills, her body spun nimbly in place, dodging the attacking gaze.

The sword, like a real sword aura, sliced ​​off a strand of her hair and then shot into the bluestone slab on the ground, leaving a bottomless hole.

Liu Sheng Piaoxu straightened up, gently extending her slender hand to catch a few stray strands of hair that had fallen, her voice somewhat low:

"Miss Cheng, what does this mean?"