Simultaneous Time Travel: Only I am left dead?

The leaf snake's attack grew increasingly fierce, its steel armor flashing coldly in the dim alley.

Wu Xuan's cyan short sword was not fully utilized in the narrow space, and the disadvantage of his cumbersome greatsword technique was exposed in the face of the Leaf Serpent's ghostly speed.

After several parries, Wu Xuan's hand gripping the sword was split open, and blood flowed down the hilt.

Ye She seized upon a slight opening in Wu Xuan's defensive stance as he lunged forward, delivering a powerful punch to Wu Xuan's chest.

The dull thud echoed through the alley.

Wu Xuan let out a muffled groan, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the brick wall and cracking it.

Before he could even get up, Ye She had already followed like a shadow, stomping hard on Wu Xuan's chest with one foot, pinning him firmly to the muddy water.

Wu Xuan was breathing heavily when his blue short sword fell into a puddle a few feet away with a crisp sound.

Wu Xuan gripped Ye She's ankle tightly, which was pressing against his chest.

He stared intently at Qingwen, who was standing not far away, and squeezed out words from his throat.

"I said, are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else!"

Qingwen sat a few steps away on a pile of miscellaneous items.

His cold eyes looked down at Wu Xuan on the ground, his face devoid of any extra expression.

"Just admit your mistake." Qingwen's voice sounded hollow in the dark alley. "The sect leader is currently at a critical juncture in his breakthrough. A Foundation Establishment cultivator is an extremely rare high-level blood source. Since you've run into him, consider it bad luck."

"Damn it...you won't get away with it!"

Wu Xuan roared, unleashing the last of his Foundation Establishment stage mana without reservation.

A dazzling blue aura suddenly emanated from his body.

The leaf snake was shaken by the sudden, powerful shockwave and staggered back a few steps.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wu Xuan suddenly flipped over and leaped up, his right hand pointing upwards like a sword.

The cyan short sword that had fallen not far away emitted a loud hum, transforming into an extremely sharp cyan rainbow that, with a whooshing sound, pointed directly at the head of the leaf snake that had just regained its footing.

The sword light instantly traversed the distance between the two, and the sharp sword energy even sliced ​​through the moisture in the night sky.

Just as the sword was about to touch the leaf snake, Qingwen, who had been standing to the side, raised his hand.

Suddenly, without warning, the ground beneath Wu Xuan's feet cracked open, and countless thick, black tree roots covered with strange slime burst forth from the soil as if they were alive.

These tree roots moved incredibly fast, instantly climbing up Wu Xuan's legs and tightly wrapping around his waist and arms.

The cyan sword light abruptly stopped less than half a foot from the face of the leaf snake. The cyan short sword, having lost its magical support, let out a mournful cry, lost all its spiritual light, and fell to the ground.

"hateful......"

......

into the night.

Outside the cold palace of the Yue Kingdom royal palace.

The night wind, carrying the chill of late autumn, swept over the high red walls.

After many days, Chen Yi came here again, naturally not to relive old memories.

Ever since he used the Red Phoenix Cultivation Technique to completely drain the vital essence of Consort Lan and others, and even took their souls away with the Red Phoenix Soul Imprisonment Technique, this already remote palace courtyard has become a desolate wasteland.

Emperor Yue was usually obsessed with demonic arts and basically ignored the affairs of the harem, so the strangeness in this cold palace had not been noticed until now.

Even if they did discover it, Chen Yi had already cleared all traces, making it impossible for him to be tracked down.

Chen Yi stood on the glazed tiles, his gaze sweeping over the dark palace walls below.

"Although the operation will not begin until tomorrow, some preparations still need to be made before then."

Chen Yi took out several narrow-mouthed porcelain bottles of different colors from his wide sleeves.

These bottles and jars contain various top-grade aphrodisiacs and hallucinogenic powders that he has collected recently while wandering through the markets of mortals and low-level cultivators.

He made a hand seal with one hand, and a faint light flashed from his dantian.

A phantom soul drifted out of his body.

"Chen Jun~"

Her voice was ethereal, yet possessed a captivating charm that ran deep in her bones.

Although the soul appeared as a translucent, dark blue, its unparalleled beauty in life could still be clearly discerned; it was none other than Consort Lan.

As soon as she left Chen Yi's dantian, she seemed boneless, her illusory arms wrapping around Chen Yi's neck, half her body clinging to him.

Chen Yi remained calm, extending his finger to gently scrape that ethereal and exquisite cheek.

"Lan'er, lead the way." Chen Yi smiled. "We're going to deliver a grand gift to the Emperor of Yue."

Consort Lan's spirit gazed at him intently, then nodded obediently, transforming into a wisp of smoke and disappearing into the depths of the palace.

Chen Yi moved swiftly and followed silently.

A moment later, in the Imperial Study.

The Yue Emperor sat cross-legged behind a layer of bright yellow gauze curtain, his eyes closed, with faint black demonic energy swirling around him.

His audacity was such that he had already dismissed his men.

Chen Yi pressed himself against the carved window frame of the Imperial Study, circulating his Qi Concealing Technique until his aura was almost nonexistent.

He could see everything inside clearly through the crack in the window.

"Probably no one expected that the ruler of a country would be the mastermind behind a cult."

"If the enemy is in the dark while we are in the light, we might be caught off guard and severely injured by the Yue Emperor."

But precisely because he was confident that no one would dare to violate the rules of the Seven Sects, his vigilance was extremely lax at this moment.

Chen Yi narrowed his eyes, raised his right hand, and flicked his fingertips.

Fine dust, mixed with dozens of potent medicinal powders, drifted in through the window cracks, precisely blending into the dust slowly falling from the roof beams, and silently sprinkling onto the Yue Emperor behind the gauze curtains.

The time it takes for an incense stick to burn has passed.

Emperor Yue, who was meditating, suddenly furrowed his brows into a deep frown.

His breathing became erratic, and the icy demonic energy that had surrounded him inexplicably began to waver.

"Strange, could it be that I've gone astray in my cultivation technique?"

The Yue Emperor muttered to himself.

He forcefully circulated his magic power in an attempt to suppress the evil fire, but the heat was like a bone-deep infection; the more he suppressed it, the more violently it rebounded. Even the originally stable evil energy began to show a trace of uncontrollable fragility.

"no."

The Yue Emperor suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with fine blood vessels.

He stood up, breathing heavily, and ripped open the dragon robe on his chest.

The indescribable heat made it impossible for him to calm down and condense the evil core.

"Very well, let's go to the inner palace to rest today, and take the opportunity to visit the newly arrived Consort Lan."

He pushed open the door of the imperial study and strode quickly toward the Cold Palace.

His steps were hurried, even somewhat unsteady, completely unaware that the harem was eerily quiet.

There were no lights lit inside Huaqing Palace.

Emperor Yue pushed open the heavy palace door and, by the moonlight, saw a graceful figure standing quietly in front of the dressing table deep in the bedchamber, her back to him.