The Song Dynasty was the king for thirteen years before he knew that he was Tianlong.

Chapter 333 Li Dai Peach Soul
Zhao Ti looked at Yuan Xiaoxian, her eyes alluring, her white dress brighter than the moon, her figure graceful and slender, light and beautiful.

Her fair wrists were as white as snow, her eyes were shimmering with water, and her lips were adorned with rouge, subtly shimmering with an alluring pearly sheen.

He reached for the teacup on the table, took a sip, and the milk tea seemed a little cold.

Yuan Xiaoxian gently bit her lip, walked up to him, and whispered in a voice as melodious as a swallow's song: "Your Highness, it's been so many years, have you ever thought of Xian'er?"

Zhao Ti held the cup and slowly placed it on the table, saying calmly, "Princess Cheng'an, please have some self-respect."

Yuan Xiaoxian smiled charmingly, her smile as bright as the sunshine, like a hundred flowers blooming in spring, beautiful and charming, instantly filling the tent with an alluring light.

“Princess Cheng’an, please be careful in your conduct.” Zhao Ti’s arm paused, the cup hovering in mid-air, and he said calmly.

“Your Highness, I know,” Yuan Xiaoxian chuckled, her voice low as if in a murmur, “I know that Your Highness has Xian’er in your heart… Your Highness has written poems for Xian’er and won a lantern for her. Who else in the world can ask Your Highness to write poems for them?”

As she spoke, her slender fingers climbed onto Zhao Ti's shoulder and gently slid down, releasing a delicate fragrance that wafted over, like the scent of orchids and musk, intoxicating the mind and refreshing the soul.

Zhao Ti slowly spoke: "Princess Cheng'an, please uphold justice."

"Your Highness, Your Highness, have you forgotten..." Yuan Xiaoxian's eyes flickered, "Have you forgotten that time chasing eagles on the grassland, in front of the nameless mountain, within the natural formation, Your Highness used your true energy to enter Xian'er's body, flowing throughout her body, from her chest and shoulders down to her ankles, you went everywhere and felt everything..."

Zhao Ti remained silent and took a deep breath.

Yuan Xiaoxian's expression turned strange. A blush rose on her fair and delicate cheeks, making her look beautiful and alluring, and her eyes became dreamy.

"Your Highness, there is an old saying that a man who looks upon a woman's body is her husband... Xian'er has long been Your Highness's woman, so why do you still talk about keeping or guarding her?"

As she spoke, she leaned towards Zhao Ti and slowly nestled into his arms.

Zhao Ti immediately felt a warm, fragrant, and soft sensation, as if it were boneless, smooth and writhing like a snake. His arm trembled instantly, and the milk tea in his cup spilled out, splashing all over him.

“Your Highness…” Yuan Xiaoxian gently reached out with one hand, following the robe to Zhao Ti’s palm, took the cup, looked up at Zhao Ti, and slowly drank it down with a shy and timid expression. Then she tossed the teacup behind her, and it landed steadily on the table.

Zhao Ti frowned upon seeing this, then felt a scalding body pressing against him, its breath as fragrant as orchids, its skin as smooth as ice and jade, causing his heart to flutter again and again.

"Your Highness, take Xian'er," Yuan Xiaoxian murmured, her voice soft and weak. "I don't care about the Holy Religion, I don't care about the grasslands, I don't care about the conflict between the two nations..."

As she spoke, she closed her eyes slightly, her eyelashes trembling, and tilted her head back, leaning closer to Zhao Ti.

Zhao Ti let out an "oh" sound, suddenly stood up from the chair, and swept Yuan Xiaoxian into his arms.

Yuan Xiaoxian opened her eyes, a hint of surprise flashing across her face.

She stretched out her arms, trying to hook them around Zhao Ti's neck, but Zhao Ti strode towards the back of the tent, his movements causing her to lose her grip.

Once inside the tent, Zhao Ti forcefully threw Yuan Xiaoxian onto the bed, his breathing becoming extremely heavy.

Yuan Xiaoxian gently grasped the corner of the quilt, her pointed chin slightly raised, her voice soft and weak: "Your Highness, please be gentle and have pity on me..."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ti snorted and suddenly reached out to tear off Yuan Xiaoxian's moon-white inner garment. He then stripped her naked in a few quick movements, revealing her pitiful appearance, like a lamb.

"Your Highness..." Yuan Xiaoxian's voice was weak and pitiful, "Please, Your Highness, have mercy on me." As she spoke, she leaned forward.

Zhao Ti revealed a gluttonous look and raised his hand to grab her. Just then, he suddenly moved like lightning and caught Yuan Xiaoxian off guard, grabbing her by the neck. Then, with his other hand, he surged with true energy and quickly sealed no less than ten acupoints on Yuan Xiaoxian.

"Your Highness, you..." Yuan Xiaoxian exclaimed in astonishment, her body trembling.

"Hmph!" Zhao Ti said coldly, "What kind of monster are you?"

Yuan Xiaoxian looked terrified, tears streaming down her face, her eyes brimming with tears: "Your Highness, what are you saying? I don't understand..."

"Don't understand?" Zhao Ti's eyes turned cold, and with his other hand, he pressed down repeatedly, sealing several more acupoints on Yuan Xiaoxian's front and back.

He was now almost 100% certain that Yuan Xiaoxian was possessed by something. Although the person in front of him was Yuan Xiaoxian, he didn't know what the soul inside her was.

The one who kept talking to me and making all sorts of flirtatious gestures could not possibly be Yuan Xiaoxian.

Although the other party brought up past events, and everything seemed reasonable, Yuan Xiaoxian wasn't that kind of person. She was clever and quick-witted, but why would she use seductive arts on me?

Especially after the Lantern Festival, during her time in Tokyo, she had clearly seen through Yuan Xiaoxian's behavior. She was only outwardly bold and enthusiastic; inwardly, she was actually shy and timid, feigning courage and putting on a show. In reality, she was a charming and lively young girl.

If it were said that Yuan Xiaoxian had learned some seductive arts from the shamanic teachings over the past two years, that would be possible, but even if she had learned them, she wouldn't have changed her nature and would never have used them on herself.

Even if there is a one in ten thousand chance that she did learn and use seductive arts on herself, her words and actions are completely different from before, and are not Yuan Xiaoxian's personality or habits at all. This is very strange.

Furthermore, the differences can be observed and judged from the eyes and other small details. These are things that cannot be changed no matter what one learns. They are the result of long-standing habits and will not be altered unless one is replaced by a different person.

Therefore, Zhao Ti was certain that the person in front of him was not Yuan Xiaoxian, or rather, just Yuan Xiaoxian's body, while the one who had been communicating with him was some kind of demon.

He had been trying to figure out how to force the thing out of Yuan Xiaoxian's body, but he couldn't come up with a solution no matter how hard he tried.

Whether it was a physical possession or a demonic possession, he had no idea how to expel the other party. Although he had some magical abilities, he had no knowledge of such things.

So he had been observing the situation, but as things progressed, he could no longer wait. He was also worried that the other party would notice the sudden change and hurt Yuan Xiaoxian's body, so he created an opening, pretended to be tempted, and then seized the opportunity to take action and subdue the other party first.

He sealed several acupoints on Yuan Xiaoxian's body, pressing them all, whether useful or not, to render her completely immobile.

He then lowered his voice and said again, "Why don't you tell me the truth about what kind of monster it is? Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite!"

"Your Highness, if you don't want to be polite... then you don't have to be polite." Yuan Xiaoxian couldn't move her body, but her eyes darted around, revealing a hint of cunning, and she said in a soft voice.

"Hmph!" Zhao Ti raised an eyebrow: "Since you won't talk, then I'll eliminate you now, annihilating you body and soul!"

"Your Highness, how can you bear to harm me? I've given you my body, yet you want to kill me..." Yuan Xiaoxian's words were cut short as she made muffled "uh-uh" sounds. Zhao Ti tightened his grip on her neck, making it hard for her to breathe.

Yuan Xiaoxian's face gradually turned pale, but her eyes were full of mockery and even a hint of provocation, showing no fear that Zhao Ti would kill her directly.

Zhao Ti remained expressionless. If he exerted just a little more force, Yuan Xiaoxian would surely die. But even so, he couldn't be sure if the thing inside Yuan Xiaoxian's body could be destroyed. However, judging from her eyes, it probably wouldn't be.

Once Yuan Xiaoxian dies, that thing might leave the other person's body directly, and might even take this opportunity to attack him. Perhaps that's exactly what the other person was planning.

At first, she tried to seduce herself, hoping to take advantage of her when she was off guard, but she never found an opportunity. Now that she has seen through her plan, she has decided to do this.

Zhao Ti's expression turned cold, and he slowly released his grip. Yuan Xiaoxian caught her breath, took a few deep breaths, and then giggled, "Your Highness, you still can't bear to kill Xian'er? In that case, why bother saying Xian'er is some kind of demon? Xian'er is Xian'er, and Your Highness is Xian'er's husband..."

"Hmph!" Zhao Ti snorted again, raising his finger to point at Yuan Xiaoxian's Tanzhong acupoint on her chest. At this point, he had no other choice but to try to use his magic power to enter her body and investigate.

It's impossible to detect spirits or demons with internal energy; the only way is to try using magic. However, he had never used magic to enter anyone else's body before, so he was being extra careful.

The magical power cultivated from the Great Freedom Sutra is extremely violent, carrying a trace of destructive and annihilating aura. If one is not careful, it will surely destroy the opponent's body and soul. Even if the demon is forced out, the soul may still be damaged.

At this moment, the great changes in the world have just begun, and cultivation has just started. There is no experience to share and not many records, such as how to expel evil spirits or ghosts that possess or afflict the body, or how to repair the soul.

While some ancient Taoist books and sects, such as Longhu Mountain and Maoshan Taoism, do contain some cultivation methods, most of them are based on mere conjecture and are either difficult to implement or ineffective.

Things like exorcising evil spirits and demons, drawing talismans, performing rituals, and asking for divine intervention are completely ineffective. Following the instructions once won't do any good. Talismans aside, asking for divine intervention is nonsense. Whose command are you asking for, and whose power are you borrowing? The rituals are just a set routine of chanting incantations, but they are actually of no use.

Zhao Ti's face was icy cold as he carefully probed Yuan Xiaoxian's body with his magic power. As soon as the magic power of the Great Free Heaven entered the other's body, it tried to do something destructive, but Zhao Ti hurriedly stopped it and then slowly searched and explored.

Yuan Xiaoxian's expression suddenly changed, revealing a look of surprise: "Your Highness, you have actually practiced Taoist arts... no, this is the art of the Buddhist Vidyaraja."

Zhao Ti looked at her and slowly said, "What exactly are you? How do you even know Buddhist techniques?"

A hint of hatred flashed across Yuan Xiaoxian's face, but she quickly concealed it, replacing it with a calm tone: "Your Highness, aren't you afraid of harming my body and soul, turning me into an idiot?"

"Become an idiot?" Zhao Ti said expressionlessly, "It's still better than being usurped and having your fate unknown!"

"Your Highness's ruthlessness is truly chilling. Your Highness, please stop immediately. If you continue, my soul will be damaged, and I will truly become an idiot," Yuan Xiaoxian said.

"If you don't leave this body, how can I give up? And how will the real Princess Cheng'an return?" Zhao Ti's magic spread throughout Yuan Xiaoxian's body, traveling upwards to her Purple Mansion.

"Your Highness, how cruel you are! I am Princess Cheng'an! Your Highness, you..." Yuan Xiaoxian cried out in anguish.

Zhao Ti continued to urge his magic power upwards, and was already close to the vicinity of the Purple Mansion Dao Palace in the upper dantian. Just then, Yuan Xiaoxian's body suddenly trembled, and a semi-transparent phantom emerged from above her head, directly rushing towards him.

Zhao Ti was prepared; he swiftly withdrew his fingers from Yuan Xiaoxian's body and flew backward.

The illusory image was faintly transparent like crystal, with images of things spinning rapidly on it, yet it also carried a sharp magical power, twisting towards him.

A thought, a wisp of intention, Zhao Ti immediately discerned.

But this wisp of thought was different from the thoughts of the immortals I had seen before. It was also a wisp, but this thought was larger and more transparent. The things rotating on it were dazzling, far beyond what the thoughts of those immortals could compare to.

He immediately unleashed a frost palm strike, a white, chilling aura appearing. But just as the palm wind reached the front of the thought, the thought slightly rotated, and the palm wind was swept away, while the thought continued to rush towards him.

Zhao Ti frowned. None of the wisps of thoughts he had seen from immortals before were this fierce. Besides being able to possess a body, could this thing also use magic to attack like the original body?

However, sensing the surging magical power ahead, it was certain that it could harm people; it was just unknown how powerful it was.

He moved swiftly to the side, but this wisp of thought was even faster, arriving in the blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Ti had already visualized the image of the Treasure Elephant King. This king stepped out from the void, his golden armor gleaming, blocking his way, and wielding a giant axe to chop at that wisp of thought.

"Your Highness has actually mastered the basics of magic." A pink light flashed above his mind, and a voice came through.

Zhao Ti's pupils contracted. This thought could actually speak without the aid of a human body, which was quite different from those he had seen before.

"What kind of monster are you?" He moved again, flashing back to the bedside. At this moment, Yuan Xiaoxian's body had already collapsed and gone limp, unconscious. He waved his hand lightly, raised the quilt, and covered the other person with it.

At this moment, King Baoxiang's axe had already struck Sisi. Sisi was extremely flexible, seemingly there and not there. With just a twist, she wrapped the axe around Sisi and giggled, saying, "Your Highness's magical power is not high enough. If it is only this kind of magic, it cannot do anything to me."

Zhao Ti sneered and fully activated his magic power. The Treasure Elephant King he visualized had four arms, and the short hammers in his other two hands also smashed towards his thoughts.

Then his thoughts swirled again, forming countless strands that, indistinctly and indistinctly, entangled the short hammer.

Just then, a commotion arose outside the tent, and soldiers shouted, "Your Highness, Your Highness..."

Zhao Ti narrowed his eyes, a demonic blue light flashed across his face, and a divine spear radiating boundless light appeared in the void. He could not yet visualize the complete image of the God of War, but he could visualize the divine spear as well as drive away enemies.

The spear pierced straight at Sixu, who chuckled upon seeing it: "So Your Highness has other tricks up your sleeve..."

As he spoke, he quickly flew to the side, crashing through several layers of cowhide tents and drifting outside. King Baoxiang became entangled with him, and the divine spear continued its pursuit.

The soldiers arrived at this moment, and Zhao Ti said calmly, "The demon has broken out of the tent. Gather the crossbows and fire."

Thoughts are unlike the intentions of incense and deities. The intentions of incense and deities are formless and intangible, and arrows cannot penetrate them. However, thoughts contain a tangible existence.

Upon hearing this, the soldiers turned and rushed out of the tent, and Zhao Ti followed them out. Then they saw arrows shooting into the air, but that wisp of thought was both flexible and hard. The arrows were either deflected or failed to penetrate at all, falling to the ground.

The light of the Elephant King and the Divine Spear gradually dimmed, and a silvery laugh escaped his lips, drifting further and further away amidst the swirling snowflakes until it finally vanished...

(End of this chapter)