A refined room.
Feng Xing, clad in black, with a slightly cold expression, spoke in a deep voice, "Master, the person has arrived at the palace."
Upon hearing these simple words, Feng Ninghe's eyes lit up instantly, "We can begin our operation."
She deliberately turned her gaze towards the bed.
Si Xin Xin was sleeping soundly, her small form curled up tightly.
On another bed, Xiao Zhao lay sprawled out.
With Xiao Zhao in the room, she didn't have to worry about Si Xin Xin's comfort.
There were many maids in the courtyard. To avoid attracting attention, Feng Ninghe and Feng Xing leaped out of the window.
Creak—
A faint sound came from the windowsill. She and Feng Xing quickly moved away from the spot.
"Underworld King?"
Feng Ninghe stopped after only a few steps.
Not far away, a solitary, tall figure was approaching.
Silver moonlight spilled freely onto the man's chiseled face, his dark eyes appearing even deeper in the darkness.
Seeing Feng Ninghe, Si Jian Ye's figure paused slightly, his gaze also falling upon her, "Out late at night, it seems you have important matters to attend to."
Feng Ninghe did not rush to speak, looking up at the sky, "The time has come, we cannot delay, I will go ahead."
She did not linger here and quickly departed.
Watching the woman's receding figure, Si Jian Ye's eyes narrowed, and he quickly followed her.
Feng Ninghe turned to Feng Xing and specifically instructed, "A Xing, keep a close eye on Wu Dezheng, leave the rest to me."
Upon receiving the order, Feng Xing nodded without hesitation, "A Xing understands."
Wu Dezheng had been in close contact with the so-called young master.
Keeping a close watch on him would be foolproof.
Perhaps they could even follow the vine to uncover more clues...
In the Lin Kingdom, within a luxurious bedchamber.
Ji Bin Yu and Lin Yu Ran were lying lazily on the bed.
Lin Yu Ran glanced at the sky outside the window, "It's about time, they should be here by now, right?"
Ji Bin Yu casually reached out and lifted her chin, his slender fingers sliding down her cheek, "No rush, even if it's a little later, it doesn't matter, our goods won't run away."
Thump—
The door was gently knocked.
Wu Dezheng stood outside the bedchamber with a shifty look, his eyes darting around, deliberately lowering his voice, "General, it's me."
There were no extra servants outside the bedchamber.
"They're here."
Lin Yu Ran, lying on the bed, calmly got up and quickly picked up a coat to put on.
Ji Bin Yu unhurriedly rose and strode towards the door.
Not far away.
Feng Ninghe and the others were crouching on the rooftop.
Wu Dezheng held a delicate small gourd in his hand, waiting by the door.
They had seen this gourd before.
The High Priest had used a gourd to collect souls. This gourd was identical to the High Priest's gourd.
A coldness flickered across Feng Xing's handsome face, his fists clenched, "I knew the so-called young master was Ji Bin Yu!"
He had thoroughly investigated Wu Dezheng for the past two days.
Wu Dezheng and Ji Bin Yu's interactions were extremely frequent, which also made Feng Xing suspect their relationship.
Now, this gourd confirmed that this matter was related to Ji Bin Yu.
Feng Ninghe did not rush to speak, her eyes slightly raised, quietly observing everything before her.
Si Jian Ye leaned casually to the side, his deep eyes unfocused.
He narrowed his eyes, a few glints of light flashing through his pupils.
Ji Bin Yu casually opened the door, his arrogant gaze calmly sweeping over Wu Dezheng standing at the entrance, "Come in."
Wu Dezheng quickly bowed and respectfully followed behind Ji Bin Yu, handing him a exquisite gourd, "General, here is what you wanted."
Ji Bin Yu casually took the gourd and weighed it in his palm.
Feeling the full weight within the gourd, the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up, "Well done, it seems you've stuffed quite a lot into the gourd."
Facing the praise, Wu Dezheng smiled incessantly, his cheeks beaming with smiles, "When the General gives an order, I naturally do my best, I wouldn't dare to be negligent."
Ji Bin Yu glanced at him with narrowed eyes and casually tossed him a spatial bag, "This is your reward."
Seeing the spatial bag, Wu Dezheng grinned from ear to ear and quickly pocketed it, "Thank you, General! Your subordinate will surely redouble his efforts!"
Wu Dezheng did not linger and quickly left.
Before leaving, he did not forget to close the door.
After Wu Dezheng left, Feng Xing, who had been crouching on the rooftop, quietly departed and followed him.
Ji Bin Yu played with the gourd in his hand, a hint of ferocity on his effeminate face, "Yu Ran, we can begin cultivating now."
He lowered his gaze and opened the gourd.
Souls were densely packed inside, trying to break free from the gourd's confinement, but they could not escape.
Lin Yu Ran's charming face broke into a smile, her lips curling, "With these souls, plus the support of the pills, my cultivation will surely break through to the Nascent Soul stage."
Ji Bin Yu picked up a strand of her hair, his male voice soft and full of ambiguity, "Yu Ran, with me here, your cultivation will break through sooner or later, it's only a matter of time."
"My cultivation progress is too slow, I need to speed it up!"
Lin Yu Ran gritted her teeth, her pupils fierce, her gaze intense, "That woman's cultivation is now above mine, I cannot fall too far behind."
To firmly hold the position of Empress, cultivation was paramount.
Understanding her thoughts, Ji Bin Yu smiled and generously took her hand, "What's so difficult about that? If it's not enough, we can just get more souls, can't we?"
Then, he took out another gourd bottle and handed it over, "With this, the bet is destined for you to win."
Looking at the gourd bottle, Lin Yu Ran seemed to see herself ascending to the throne of Empress.
She took the gourd bottle, her slender jade-like fingers playfully toying with it, a hint of madness appearing on her face.
"Feng Ninghe, let's see what you have to compete with me now!"
Lin Yu Ran tightly gripped the gourd bottle, her exquisitely made-up face filled with a somber, shadowed expression.
On the rooftop.
Feng Ninghe's pupils involuntarily contracted, her gaze falling on the gourd bottle, "Could this contain the souls of those girls from the yamen?"
Other than that, she could not think of any other possibility.
Having the souls in hand meant having the upper hand.
As long as she could save those girls from the yamen, she would win the bet.
Facing the question, Si Jian Ye slightly raised his eyes, his usually cold face showing no significant change in expression, a chilling male voice slowly emanating from his lips, "Perhaps."
"What does cultivation mean?"
Feng Ninghe seemed to have thought of something and quickly added, "Are they going to use souls for cultivation?"
Si Jian Ye replied softly, "They extract souls using dark arts. These girls' souls are pure. Absorbing them can increase cultivation in a short period. This is an ancient dark art, long lost."