Chapter 199: Wang Yulou Establishes Foundation

The mansion of Xihai Longhu is located in Nanfucheng.

In a sense, he was trying to set an example.

Of course, Xihai Longhu was a disciple of Shenguang Sect, so his example meant little to others.

Shenguang had already taken Dongfucheng; now it was pushing to seize Nanfucheng despite pressure from the Immortal Alliance, and many doubted its success.

But under the Mangxiang Fa Zhao, low-level cultivators across the Hongdengzhao territories began flooding into Xihai.

Meanwhile, the battles in Jiangxia and Jiaozhou had reached a stalemate—both sides suffered losses, yet neither had captured the other’s territory.

Qin Yang hesitated for a second, then calmly recounted the trouble Han Qingqing’s family had encountered.

“Are you raising a ghost?” Li Sanye asked bluntly, fixing Chen Hao with a grave stare.

Ye Chen sat cross-legged opposite Xia Feng, without pretense, and sighed as he spoke.

All eyes in the room followed Wei Chuan as he approached Hu Yu with a solemn expression, leaning in to whisper.

Learning theft from Leng Xiao was a recent decision—he had been ordered by the Dragon King to steal something in England, and Qin Yang figured Leng Xiao’s miraculous theft techniques might prove useful.

Early the next morning, news that Xia Feng’s group of ten had successfully crossed into the Dao Realm and Wu Realm spread like wildfire across the entire Eastern cultivation world.

This scripture was a forbidden technique, converting the body’s blood qi into internal power; worse, it was incomplete—it drained not only blood qi but also life force. Blood qi could be replenished, but life force was the root; once lost, it could not be restored.

The usually expressive Prince Ji had, unusually, concealed his emotions—clearly, he was truly disheartened.

In stillness, thought turns to motion. Since things were this way, why not go out and enjoy the time?

Qin Lingyun raised her hand; the black Underworld whirled above her palm, absorbing the souls of the three demon cultivators.

Lin Yuzhen insisted: “How do you know? You can know a person’s face but never their heart. He treats me this way now—what about tomorrow?” In her view, Lu Jian owed everything he had to her; he should be endlessly grateful, obey her without question, and dare not defy her in the slightest—or else he was ungrateful and treacherous.

No art. No strategy. No screams. No blood. Only power—absolute power.

The lid of the Seven-Star Yangfire Cauldron slowly rose; Qin Lingyun flicked her finger, and the herbs flew into the cauldron, their impurities burning away under the flames.

Suddenly, a palace attendant announced: “The Prince has arrived.” Prince Kang entered with several sons, strides commanding and proud; his eyes reddened as he saw Empress Zhu on the bed, and he knelt to bow in greeting. Prince Kang’s heir and Zhang Yizheng and others quickly followed suit.

Though Qin Lingyun had not provoked this battle, it had nonetheless established her authority—any illusion that she was weak would now be shattered.

Tao Shi said: “I’ve got things on my mind—how can I sleep? Come in. Since all three of you are here, I have something to tell you.”

In fact, Qin Lingyun felt the Huangquan Reincarnation Scripture’s power surpassed that of the Bingyu Zhenmo Scripture; this technique was entirely unlike ordinary ones—the Huangquan energy it cultivated was extreme yin.

Chu Haoge picked up the fallen letter, read it carefully, and turned pale with shock—the Young Master had been attacked by a demon! The letter gave only a brief account, with no details; the writer was likely not him, but his wife, Lin Wan’er.

“You said bamboo wouldn’t like it here—he’s planning to stay permanently, right? I don’t like it here at all—mosquitoes and bugs are flying everywhere, driving me crazy.” Green Wu, dressed as a guard, complained bitterly. She should never have been so eager to come—now, regret was useless.