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Puppet Spirit Sect.

In a secret chamber deep within the main hall.

Kui San sat cross-legged on a black jade bed, his face pale and his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat.

A ghostly green light emanated from the Netherworld Stone on the wall, casting flickering light on his gaunt face.

Although the bleeding from his wounds had stopped, the lingering force left by Song Tiange's attack was like a leech clinging to his bones.

It surged and raged deep within his meridians, making it difficult to remove.

"Damn it..."

Kui San cursed under his breath and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

The turbid air carried a faint trace of blood, which dispersed in the air and turned into a faint blood mist.

Just then, the door to the secret room was pushed open.

Two figures walked in side by side.

The man on the left is tall with a square face, thick eyebrows, and big eyes, and wears a long black robe.

His aura was restrained yet as powerful as a mountain; he was none other than Kui Yi, the Grand Elder of the Kui Ling Sect.

The man on the right was tall and thin, with a sallow complexion and triangular eyes that revealed a sinister look.

A string of beads made from the bones of an unknown animal hung from his waist; he was the Second Elder, Kui Er.

Both of them were at the mid-stage of the Supreme Realm.

Puppet One's gaze fell on Puppet Three, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Third brother, what happened to your injury?"

Kui San opened his eyes, his face looking rather pale, and remained silent for a moment.

He then slowly opened his mouth.

"It was Song Tiange who did it."

Upon hearing this, both Puppet One and Puppet Two's expressions changed simultaneously.

"Lord Song?"

Kuiyi's voice turned somber.

"He doesn't act rashly, how did you end up provoking him?"

Puppet Two didn't speak, but simply sat down in the chair next to Puppet Three.

His triangular eyes narrowed slightly, his fingertips fiddling with the string of bone beads at his waist, waiting for Kui San's explanation.

Kui San took a deep breath and recounted the entire story of the struggle for supremacy among the myriad dynasties.

From the death of Puppet Nineteen, to sending contestants into the secret realm to assassinate Wang Long, and then to Wang Long not only surviving but also advancing to the level of a half-saint and winning first place.

In the end, when he made a move in Tianque City, he was instead slapped away by Song Tiange in front of everyone.

There was no concealment whatsoever.

The room fell silent.

Kui Yi remained silent, his brows furrowed into a deep "川" shape.

Kui Er stopped fiddling with the bone beads and narrowed his eyes even further.

After a long while, Kui Yi slowly spoke, his voice low and deep.

"You mean, a demigod can withstand your oppressive aura?"

"If it were just intimidation, that would be fine."

Kui San's expression grew increasingly grim.

"That old man has an indescribable aura about him, and even I feel... somewhat wary of him."

Upon hearing this, Kui Er scoffed.

"Third brother, you got beaten up, and now you've lost all your courage? How strong can a half-saint be?"

Pui San suddenly looked up and stared into Pui Er's eyes.

"If you don't believe me, go and try it yourself another day!"

Kui San and Kui Er entered the sect at almost the same time and have never gotten along.

The difference in their talents is too great.

Now, Kui Er is already a Supreme Being, while he is just a minor Saint Realm cultivator.

I don't know when I'll be able to advance to the Supreme Realm.

Kui San has been suppressed by Kui Er for countless years, and his mental state is completely unstable.

"alright."

Kui raised his hand, interrupting the two.

"I know the third brother's personality; he's not the kind of person who exaggerates."

"Boss, we must get rid of this Wang Long!"

Seeing that Kui Yi was willing to believe him, Kui San felt a little better.

Kui Yi stood up, walked to the rosewood table in the center of the secret room, and gently tapped the table with his fingers, once, then again.

"The third brother is right, this person must be eliminated; we can't give him a chance to grow!"

The Puppet Spirit Sect always aims to eradicate any threat completely!

"What else could it be? The real killer of Puppet Nineteen!"

Kui San added.

"But I haven't found out who the other party is yet; perhaps the only way to find out is by asking Wang Long!"

Kui Er put away his disdainful expression, and a cold glint flashed in his triangular eyes.

"Then let's take advantage of the fact that he's not yet a threat and send someone to eliminate him."

"No!"

Kui shook his head, his tone resolute.

"The sect has just lost so many disciples and Heaven-rank spiritual artifacts, and its vitality has not yet recovered."

"Moreover, Wang Long is currently enjoying great influence in Tianque City, and he has the support of Wenxin Academy and Song Tiange."

"Taking action now will only bring more trouble to the Puppet Spirit Sect."

He paused and looked at Kui San.

"The sect leader is still in seclusion, trying to break through to a higher realm. Until our Puppet Spirit Sect has absolute certainty, we must be patient."

Kui San clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms, but ultimately did not refute.

Despite his deep resentment, he knew that what Kui Yi said was true.

Kui turned around, patted his shoulder, and spoke in a calm tone that carried an undeniable weight.

"Our Puppet Spirit Sect has grown from a small sect to what it is today through stability. Don't let a moment of impulsiveness ruin your life!"

Kui San remained silent for a long while before slowly nodding and spitting.

"That's all we can do."

Kui Er stood up, hung the bone bead back on his waist, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Third brother, don't be discouraged. Heal your wounds and there will be plenty of time in the future."

The three exchanged a glance, and the hall fell back into darkness and silence.

at the same time.

In the palace of Prince Daqian.

Luo Hanyi has been feeling unwell these past few days.

I often feel nauseous when I wake up in the morning, and the smell of cooking fumes makes me feel tightness in my chest. My appetite is also much worse than before.

The dishes I used to love to eat now lose their appeal at just a glance.

At first, she thought it was because she had overworked herself during her cultivation and damaged her foundation, so she took a few pills to regulate her qi and blood, but her condition did not improve.

Instead, he became increasingly sleepy, often feeling drowsy while sitting and unconsciously falling asleep by the bed.

"Sister-in-law, why does your complexion look worse and worse?"

Qin Minglan walked in carrying a bowl of bird's nest and saw Luo Hanyi leaning against the window.

He rested his hand on his forehead, his face even paler than a few days ago, and his brows furrowed tightly.

"No, I'll go fetch the imperial physician right now!"

"No need to be alarmed, perhaps you cultivated too hastily a few days ago..."

Luo Hanyi raised her head, wanting to say something, but Qin Minglan pressed her down on the couch without saying a word.

"Don't move, I'll be right back!"

Qin Minglan put down the bird's nest, turned around and ran outside in a flurry of activity.

Luo Hanyi watched her departing figure, sighed helplessly, but a slight smile appeared on her lips.

Not long after, Qin Minglan returned with an old imperial physician whose beard and hair were all white.

The old imperial physician was dragged along, panting heavily, and his hat was askew when he entered the room.

"Your Highness...Your Highness, please slow down..."

The old imperial physician, leaning against the doorframe, took a couple of breaths before shakily sitting down in front of Luo Hanyi. He took out a silk handkerchief, placed it on her wrist, and closed his eyes to take her pulse.

Qin Minglan stood aside, nervously watching the old imperial physician's face, seeing his brows furrow slightly, then relax, then furrow again, and her heart was filled with anxiety.

After a while, the old imperial physician opened his eyes, withdrew his hand, and a faint look of joy appeared on his face.

"Congratulations, Madam! Congratulations! Madam is...pregnant!"