Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Xia Jie suddenly tightened his grip on his five fingers.

He gripped Yu Ji's fair and slender wrist tightly.

It has immense power.

He could even feel the fragile bones beneath his palms cracking slightly.

If he had used just a little more force, that wrist would have been crushed.

"Who exactly are you?"

Xia Jie's voice was extremely low, carrying a chilling intensity.

He tried to find even the slightest flaw, the slightest hint of fear, in that exquisitely beautiful face.

No.

There was nothing there.

Yu Ji did not cry out in pain, nor did she even struggle.

She just let Xia Jie pinch her like that.

A striking red mark quickly appeared on her fair skin.

The touch of red, set against her expressionless face, gave rise to an extremely eerie and bewitching beauty.

She's just an ordinary plaything; she wouldn't dare to speak ill of Da Bao even if she had ten times the courage.

This woman is definitely not simple.

Yu Ji gently rotated her wrist.

Such a simple movement, yet it carries an extremely smooth and skillful force.

Xia Jie felt his palm suddenly go empty.

That severed wrist actually slipped right out of his iron-like fingers.

"My name is Yu Ji."

Yu Ji rubbed her reddened wrist.

His tone was light and casual, revealing a hint of nonchalance.

She took half a step forward.

The golden bell on her ankle jingled crisply.

The sound wasn't loud, but it went straight into Xia Jie's ears, traveling down his eardrum and teasing his nerves.

"Your Highness, His Majesty's batch of pills will need to be refined for at least three more days and three nights."

"How does Your Highness plan to spend these three days?"

"How about we let Yu Ji... keep His Highness company and help him pass the time?"

Yu Ji leaned forward, his Taoist robe collar completely open.

That amazing softness was about to press against Xia Jie's chest.

An even richer fragrance, following her movements, rushed straight to Xia Jie's crown.

This smells off.

A sense of vigilance flashed through Xia Jie's mind.

But this vigilance lasted only half a second before being completely overwhelmed by the aroma.

He has severe mysophobia.

Normally, he wouldn't even flinch if someone got too close to him, let alone touch a woman.

All those stunning beauties in the manor were thoroughly cleaned and scented with agarwood for three days and three nights before being brought to his bedside.

But now.

This exotic fragrance, with its wildness and sweetness that seeps into the bones, was irresistible to him.

The evil fire in his lower abdomen surged wildly like a wildfire.

The burning sensation left him with a dry mouth and throat.

The defenses of reason crumbled before the allure of this fragrance.

I want her!

Press this vixen down onto the blue bricks and ravage her mercilessly!

Xia Jie's breathing was heavy, and his eyes were tinged with an unnatural crimson.

Both hands rose uncontrollably.

Fingers slightly spread.

He went straight for Yu Ji's slender waist and embraced her.

He no longer cared about the concept of immortality or his father.

All he wanted to do now was tear the woman's clothes in front of him to shreds.

But just as his fingertips were about to touch the thin Taoist robe.

He could even feel the astonishing heat emanating from that delicate body.

However, at this critical moment...

Yu Ji moved.

She bent her waist slightly backward and touched the blue brick with her toes.

He nimbly slid half a step backward.

That half-step retreat was extremely well executed.

Xia Jie missed his target.

Just right, it was just outside the maximum distance that Xia Jie could stretch his arms out.

The difference is minuscule.

Xia Jie missed his target.

His hands were frozen in mid-air in an extremely comical manner.

My fingertips grasped only a wisp of fragrant air.

Only the clear, lingering sound of the golden bell remained in my ears.

The air freezes.

Xia Jie stood there, stunned.

The burning anger in his mind was abruptly extinguished by this sudden sense of emptiness.

Followed by.

An unprecedented sense of humiliation exploded in my chest.

He was the third prince of the Great Xia Dynasty.

The Crown Prince who is second only to the emperor and holds a position of supreme power.

To think that a Taoist nun from the mountains would play tricks on him like a dog right in front of him!

"You bitch!"

King Jie of Xia was furious.

His facial features were distorted and deformed due to extreme anger.

Reason was completely consumed by murderous intent.

He suddenly turned his head.

His right hand transformed into a sharp claw, creating a sharp whooshing sound as it went straight for Yu Ji's slender neck and viciously grabbed it.

He used all his strength in that strike.

He was going to snap this woman's neck!

He wanted to see that stunning face contorted with suffocation!

"You dare to play tricks on me? I'll skin you alive today!"

Faced with Xia Jie's thunderous and overwhelming killing move.

Yu Ji didn't dodge at all.

Yu Ji didn't even move her feet.

"Giggle giggle."

A series of clear, sweet laughs escaped from her mouth.

She stood there, tilting her head slightly, facing Xia Jie's deadly claw.

Xia Jie's gaze inevitably met Yu Ji's eyes.

Om-!

In that instant their eyes met.

In Yu Ji's fox-like eyes, which were originally shimmering with water.

Without warning, an extremely eerie purple light burst forth.

gloomy.

Profound.

It exudes a deathly stillness that devours all life.

If Lin Mo were here right now, he would definitely be terrified.

Because of this purple light, and the light emanating from the Eternal Silence Crystal that seals the white-haired girl in the study of Zhenbei Prefecture.

same!

A loud "boom" resounded in Xia Jie's mind.

It was as if an invisible hammer had smashed his skull.

A wave of dizziness, like the earth spinning, washed over me.

The scene before my eyes began to distort and stretch.

The blue bricks, wooden doors, and thick fog of Changsheng Temple were all turned into a chaotic mess by this purple light.

Yu Ji's stunningly beautiful face shattered into countless overlapping phantoms in his eyes.

"You... what kind of demon did you use...?"

Xia Jie managed to squeeze out half a broken syllable from his throat.

The hand that had been raised in mid-air lost all its strength and fell limply to its side.

His eyes completely lost focus.

The pupils are dilated.

He stared blankly at the void ahead.

The person's entire soul and consciousness were forcibly extracted.

They stood frozen in place.

Even breathing became weak and mechanical.

Yu Ji looked at his dumbfounded expression.

The allure on her face faded away completely, like the tide receding.

Instead, there was an extremely cold and mocking attitude.

Watching the mockery of ants.

She took out a clean white silk handkerchief from her wide sleeve.

With her head down, she slowly and deliberately wiped her wrist, which Xia Jie had just touched.

Wipe it one finger at a time.

He wiped it with utmost care.

Finished wiping.

Just toss it aside.

The silk handkerchief fluttered twice in mid-air before landing in the weeds beside it.

"Tsk."

Yu Ji parted her red lips slightly and let out an undisguised sneer.

"I thought the Third Prince of the Great Xia Dynasty was some kind of formidable character."

"After all that, he's just a useless coward who thinks only with his lower body."

She walked around Xia Jie once, flicking her fingertips on the luxurious brocade robe.

"With such little self-control, you dare to yell at me?"

Xia Jie did not react.

It stood there like a wooden stake.

He let Yu Ji look him up and down and make sarcastic remarks.

Yu Ji also seemed to find it boring.

She stopped and looked up at the gloomy sky.

She let out a soft sigh.

"Sigh... Why is it so difficult to find pure dragon blood?"

The royal family of the Great Xia Dynasty.

The bloodline that has ruled this continent for hundreds of years.

In her eyes, it wasn't even qualified to be a medicinal ingredient.

Yu Ji looked away.

He looked at Xia Jie again.

"Keep up."

She stopped directly in front of Xia Jie.

Extend your fair and delicate index finger.

She gently beckoned to Xia Jie's blank face.

The instruction has been issued.

Xia Jie's stiff legs obediently took a step.

step.

Two steps.

The movements are mechanical, and the limbs are stiff.

A puppet without any thoughts.

He followed closely behind Yu Ji, step by step.

We walked toward the deepest part of the Changsheng Temple, toward the hall that never sees the sun.

Thick fog rolled in.

It swallowed up the two people's backs.

Outside the Temple of Longevity.

Wei Zhong paced anxiously back and forth on the stone steps, his back bent.

He would occasionally look up at the two tightly closed black lacquered wooden doors.

Your Highness has been inside for quite some time.

Why is there no sound at all?

Did they actually get the Tiger Tally?