AI algorithm: I figured out the immortal cultivation technique

"who?!"

Wanting to shout, the maid Zhi Ling found that she could not open her mouth, let alone make a sound. Even the true energy in her body was not controlled, as if it was stagnant in her Dantian, without any movement.

In addition, Zhiling also felt that the breathing sound of the maid outside the door disappeared, and the surrounding became extremely quiet.

"Martial Saint Realm?!"

At this moment, Zhi Ling seemed to recall the only face-to-face teaching by the Martial Saint Patriarch in the palace.

The impression that time was very deep. Zhi Ling had no power to resist in the domain of the ancestor of the Martial Saint, and only then did he realize how terrifying the peak innate strength was.

Could it be that this man in the dark is also a Martial Saint?

"Queen, I didn't expect that I missed a section, but it reminded you of so many things."

An extraordinary and handsome figure appeared at the edge of the bath, smiling and looking at the two queens and servants bathing in the water.

Before that, Wang Ren knew that the original Prince Yong was at the seventh level of innate cultivation, and there was no impression of being poisoned in the fragmented memories he received, so he thought that his cultivation at the fourth level was enough to confuse the maid.

I never thought that this was a flaw.

However, Prince Yong was clearly not poisoned, so why were the Queen and the one on the throne so sure?

"Prince Yong?!"

Seeing that figure, the eyes of the immobile Queen Ming Jingyu and the maid Zhi Ling widened again.

Zhi Ling, in particular, guessed that the opponent was a martial saint, and his inner shock was even more exaggerated.

"Queen, tell me, should I let you disappear from this world, or should I find a way for you to keep this secret?"

His eyes fell on the good figures of the two empresses, and there was a hint of amusement in the corner of Wang Ren's mouth.

At this moment, the queen suddenly found that she could move, and quickly spoke to discuss: "Prince Yong, as long as you don't have the intention of treason, I will definitely help you keep this secret."

The Queen, who resumed her actions, did not immediately call for help, but used a delaying tactic.

It was obvious that the maid Zhi Ling beside her was unable to resist with her seventh-level innate cultivation. The strength of Prince Yong was unfathomable.

Once the other party is offended, unpredictable changes will occur in the entire Fengyi Palace and even the imperial palace.

After all, the Martial Saint Ancestor deep in the imperial city might not intervene in the battle within the royal family and just wait and see what happens.

"Does the Queen believe this?"

Hearing the Queen's clever response, Wang Ren chuckled and asked.

"Miss, be careful."

At this time, the maid Zhi Ling, who also discovered that she could move, quickly protected the queen behind her. With her Qi flowing in her hands, the pond water turned into an anaconda and rushed toward Prince Yong.

Even if his strength is far inferior to his opponent, Zhi Ling must go all out.

Or, the movement inside can remind people outside that as long as the Martial Saint Ancestor deep in the palace arrives in time, they have a glimmer of hope.

As the water in the pool was absorbed by the anaconda, the two queens who were originally hidden under the water fell into someone's eyes.

Of course, for Wang Ren, a golden elixir cultivator, his spiritual consciousness has already seen everything, and there is no need to look at it with the naked eye.

"It is indeed commendable to be loyal and worthy of my king's action."

Facing the anaconda that was more than half a meter thick and more than ten meters long, Wang Ren smiled faintly and walked forward into the pool without retreating.

He had specially released the restrictions on the two of them just now.

Only when he is sober can he make the queen and his servant completely return to their hearts.

The water in the pool slowly parted to both sides as Wang Ren advanced, as if to welcome their owner.

The anaconda, which was originally full of momentum, also slowly turned in a direction, tied the instigator Zhi Ling into a circle, and then quickly turned into a thin water rope, imprisoning the true energy in Zhi Ling's body.

"Zhi Ling!!! Lord Yong, please calm down."

Seeing that her personal maid was trapped, the queen quickly begged for mercy.

"Queen, there are only two kinds of people in this world who can keep secrets, one is the undead, and the other is the wife."

Walking up to the queen, Wang Ren gently lifted her fair chin and spoke softly.

"Prince Yong, please respect yourself, I am your royal sister-in-law."

After hearing what the other party said, the queen's eyes shrank slightly, and she quickly used her identity to suppress the other party.

"In this way, doesn't the Imperial Wife think it's more appropriate? You and your wife plan to have a child that is still in my belly. It's better for you to have one yourself."

While talking, Wang Ren hugged the queen into his arms, and a trace of spiritual power was transmitted into her body.

"no."

The queen, whose face was red, found herself helpless to resist.

But after a while, the queen knew that everything was irreversible.

Perhaps, she shouldn't go to Prince Yong's Mansion today to spy on Prince Yong's secrets.

But unknowingly, the queen, who started to feel a little confused, temporarily forgot her identity.

Even under the other party's instruction, the queen put her hands on the shoulders of the immobile maid Zhi Ling, and turned her back to the angry Prince Yong.

"Sister-in-law, this is my and your heir."

When the queen was powerless for the second time, Wang Ren leaned into the other party's ear and whispered something.

Compared to the more beautiful princess, this queen who is even more graceful and luxurious can be regarded as a rare companion.

In order to make the person on the throne suspicious, Wang Ren did not teach the queen to practice Ruyi Kung, lest the queen's cultivation would improve too quickly.

"Your Majesty."

At the last critical moment, the queen's voice was filled with tears.

I don’t know if it’s because of the rare experience over the years, or because I really want to be pregnant with the other person’s flesh and blood.

"Miss."

Zhi Ling, who could not move, watched helplessly as his young lady was being bullied by Prince Yong, feeling filled with resentment in her heart.

But when he got to the back, seeing the lady's eyes and face, Zhi Ling was a little confused and confused, and there was something strange deep in his heart.

"Your name is Zhiling?"

After letting the queen lie down on the special jade seat on the edge of the bath, Wang Ren's eyes fell on the beautiful maid who was imprisoned in place.

Compared to the empress who has already broken through the melon, this personal maid with the seventh level of innate talent may have maintained her body as a jade girl in order to practice martial arts, but she can help him break through the ninth level of the golden elixir.

"Your Majesty."

Her chin was gently lifted, Zhi Ling looked into the other person's eyes, and suddenly found a pale golden light emerging from the other person's eyes, and a warm aura enveloped her whole mind.

As if encountering the blazing sunshine in the ice and snow, and the warm house with a burning fire, Zhiling happily greeted it.

Suddenly, Zhiling saw a handsome figure appear in the warm house, like a companion who had been with her for many years. The two were inseparable, intertwined in love, and inseparable.

A vague secret of the technique was introduced into Zhi Ling's mind, causing the true energy in her body to circulate rapidly.

Zhi Ling was completely intoxicated by the comfort brought by continuously breaking through the cultivation barriers, and his whole body wanted to be one with that handsome figure that he loved deeply.

"Zhi Ling."

Queen Ming Jingyu, who was resting on the edge of the bathtub, couldn't help but blush and be surprised when she saw her personal maid making those shameful moves and still being so proactive.

Unexpectedly, Zhi Ling, who is usually cold and arrogant, actually has such a side inside.

Even when Queen Ming Jingyu recalled her previous shameful behavior, she felt an inexplicable sense of relaxation deep in her heart.

We are all sisters, so there is no distinction between them. No one should laugh at anyone.

"Queen, let me help you one more time."

While the queen was deep in thought, a voice suddenly came to her ears.

Before the queen could react, she had already fallen into someone's warm embrace.

"Miss, let me help you."

Even Zhi Ling, who had regained his ability to move, changed his previous attitude and helped the overstepping Prince Yong with a red face.

"Zhiling, what's wrong with you?"

Sensing the strangeness of the personal maid, the queen said something in shock, but stopped abruptly.