After clearing the level, the fairies were reborn!

Mu Yan sealed the "Strange Fire" into the Heavenly Book, and then transferred its fragments to Mu Qinghe.

The purpose is to transfer this wisp of innate spiritual fire to a more suitable container at some point in the future.

She can then fulfill all her promises, while simultaneously detaching herself from cause and effect to pursue her own happiness.

……

these messages.

At this moment, Xu Ze was completely unaware.

"I need to go to the palace."

He was like a traveler walking in the fog, only able to vaguely see the outline of the road ahead, but unable to see the traps and opportunities along the way.

"Let's find out the situation in the palace first."

Xu Ze put away the remaining pages of the Heavenly Book and said to Mu Qinghe, "Draw out the layout of the palace, the more detailed the better."

Mu Qinghe was very confident: "Leave it to me!"

As the ninth princess of the Great Xuan Dynasty, she grew up in the palace from a young age and knew every plant and tree in the palace like the back of her hand.

He immediately found paper and pen, and began to draw intently while lying on the table.

"I also did some research myself."

Xu Ze wasn't idle either; he took out several palm-sized puppets.

This is a secret technique passed down by the Xuanling Sect. It is made with special materials and can transform into flying insects and birds, making it extremely difficult to detect.

He then separated a wisp of his divine consciousness and attached it to the puppets, controlling them to fly out from all directions of the house and head towards the palace.

Over the next few days, Xu Ze cultivated at home during the day and used the puppet's vision at night to gradually investigate the situation in the palace.

Mu Qinghe's map was extremely detailed, clearly marking which road led to which palace, and at what time the guards changed shifts.

In addition, there are real-time images transmitted back by the puppet.

Xu Ze quickly got a pretty good grasp of the layout of the palace.

"The East Palace is the residence of the Fourth Prince, and the West Palace is the place where the court holds meetings..." He pointed to the deepest area on the map while planning the route.

"This is the Empress Dowager's palace, the Phoenix Palace."

Mu Qinghe nodded, a worried look on her face: "Mother is terrifyingly strong. She might discover you before you even get close..."

"Brother, are you really going?"

Although she had known for a long time that Xu Ze had many secrets.

They have many ways to hide and protect themselves.

But I still can't help feeling a little worried.

The young man in front of him simply smiled mysteriously.

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained."

He's not just heading into the tiger's den.

Chapter 142 Qin Yi

Just as Xu Ze was preparing to infiltrate the palace.

Within the capital, the atmosphere is becoming increasingly lively due to the "Martial Arts Gathering" event hosted by the Fourth Prince.

In order to stand out in this grand event, various powerful families and clans have intensified their efforts to recruit cultivators.

Everywhere you look, you can see cultivators from all continents of the Tianyuan Continent, some alone, some in groups, their cultivation levels ranging from Golden Core to Divine Transformation.

As one of the four major families, the Qin family naturally invested a great deal of resources in this grand event.

"Miss, how about letting Young Master Xu participate in the arena matches occasionally?"

this day.

When the steward Qin Fu encountered Miss Qin Yi, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, he quickly asked her what was wrong.

After all, as one of the four great families, the Qin family's retainers haven't won a single match in the recent tournament, so their performance in the upcoming martial arts competition will likely be very poor.

Those who serve as servants will not be able to hold their heads high in front of the mansions of other powerful families.

"No, under no circumstances should we disturb...Young Master Xu."

Qin Yi had been carrying out the Tingyu Tower's mission for the past few days, and she looked somewhat tired.

She knew in her heart that Xu Ze's strength was far beyond that of ordinary people.

Those Imperial Guards were like paper in front of him. To be conservative... even Uncle Liu, who was at the Void Refinement stage, might not be his match.

If we let him go on stage to compete, it might attract unnecessary attention and disrupt our plans.

Moreover, the seniors also had their own considerations.

"Yes."

Although Qin Fu didn't understand why, he always obeyed his mistress's orders.

In the past few days, several young masters from prominent families came to challenge him to a duel, but he managed to deflect them all.

"Oh, by the way, Miss, Master is back. He's in the study, waiting for you."

"understood."

Qin Yi nodded, straightened her clothes, and headed towards her father's study.

……

Qin Zhanming's study is located on the east side of the Qin residence, in a detached small building.

The building is surrounded by green bamboo, which rustles in the wind, isolating most of the noise inside the mansion.

Qin Yi paused for a moment in front of the door and gently knocked.

"Come in."

A deep, resonant voice emanated from within, exuding authority without anger.

Qin Yi pushed open the door and entered.

The study was simply furnished, with few decorations except for shelves full of books.

Behind the rosewood desk sat a gaunt-faced old man.

He was dressed in a black casual suit, without any official seal on his chest, yet he possessed a dignified air unique to those who had long held high positions.

It was none other than the current prime minister, Qin Zhanming, a veteran of three reigns.

His cultivation has reached the peak of the Integration Stage, and he is halfway to the Tribulation Transcendence Stage.

Throughout the entire Central Immortal Continent, apart from Empress Dowager Mu Yan and a few reclusive powerful figures, no one dared to claim that they were certain of defeating him.

But at this moment, this powerful prime minister was simply holding a yellowed book, reading it carefully by candlelight.

The writing on the book cover was blurred and difficult to decipher, but it could be vaguely read as "Chronicles of Central Continent".

"Father." Qin Yi curtsied.

Qin Zhanming put down his book and looked up at her.

His gaze was like a deep, still well, calm and undisturbed, yet seemingly able to see through everything.

"sit."

Qin Yi sat down in the chair opposite the desk, her back straight, her hands resting on her knees.

This is a habit she developed from childhood.

One must maintain the most proper posture in front of one's father.

"How did the mission at Tingyu Tower go?"

Qin Zhanming spoke, his tone casual, as if he were just having a casual chat.

"Father, everything went smoothly," Qin Yi replied. "All the tasks assigned by the Lord have been completed."

"Hmm." Qin Zhanming nodded. "You've been in Tingyu Tower for over ten years now. Have you ever wondered why your father sent you to that place?"

Qin Yi remained silent for a moment: "Your daughter is foolish and dares not presume to guess your father's deeper meaning."

Qin Zhanming looked at her, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes:

“You have been intelligent since childhood, but you are too obedient.”

“If I say one thing, you will not dare to say another; if I tell you to go east, you will never go west.”

"This obedience is a testament to the upbringing of the Qin family's daughter, and it has been a source of worry for me for many years."

Upon hearing this, Qin Yi lowered her eyes and remained silent.

She didn't understand why she had been hiding her identity and staying in Tingyu Tower for so long.

Why did Father suddenly say this?

Isn't it better to be obedient?

“Listening to the Rain Pavilion is a good place,” Qin Zhanming said slowly. “There, status and background are irrelevant; only strength matters, and life and death are at stake.”

"I sent you in so that you would learn how to live for yourself."

After hearing these words, Qin Yi's fingertips curled slightly.

She remained silent, continuing to listen attentively.

“Over the years, you have certainly not disappointed your father.”

Qin Zhanming continued, "The Listening Rain Pavilion has a once-in-a-century assassin genius who became famous in the capital at the late Nascent Soul stage."

He paused, then changed the subject: "But, Yi'er, do you know why I called you back at this time?"

Before them, the girl in the moon-white dress raised her head and shook it blankly.

Qin Zhanming looked at her and said, word by word:

"His Highness the Fourth Prince intends to establish a concubine."