Fairy, please don't do this!

The two regions are separated by countless miles and have absolutely no connection.

Even if the Night Watchman was ambushed and killed, and fled thousands of miles away, he shouldn't have fled to such a place.

The Lapis Lazuli Bodhisattva showed neither joy nor sorrow: "I have two guesses."

"Firstly, the Night Patrol Vajra was ambushed and killed by a second-rank demon king on its way to Zhongzhou, and its body was brought back to the Demon Court."

"Secondly, someone set up a terrifying array to teleport the Night Patrol Vajra to the Demon Court, using him as a tool to kill."

"The former was a coincidence, the latter was a carefully planned scheme."

She paused for a moment, then added, "I prefer the latter."

The Dragon Elephant Bodhisattva narrowed his eyes slightly. "You suspect... that someone knew the Night Patrol Vajra was going to Zhongzhou and set a trap in advance?"

The Lapis Lazuli Bodhisattva nodded: "A grand formation capable of teleporting a third-rank official to the Demon Court without warning would require a great deal of time to create."

"The fact that the Night Watchman King Kong is going to Zhongzhou was only agreed upon a few days ago."

Therefore, the person behind the scenes had no choice but to use a spatial artifact.

"For example, the [Boundary Flag] of the Underworld Cult."

The Dragon Elephant Bodhisattva frowned deeply: "Why is the Underworld God Sect attacking the Night Patrol Vajra?"

"Could it be... for the Demon Suppression Tower?"

Within the sacred mountain where Zen Realm is located, there is also a Demon-Suppressing Pagoda.

That was one of the largest spatial rifts between the Nine Netherworlds and the Nine Provinces, where powerful demons were sealed away.

The origin of the Demonic Cult lies in the Demon Race.

All their schemes, no matter how tortuous the process, were ultimately aimed at destroying the Demon-Suppressing Tower and allowing the demons of the Nine Netherworlds to return to the world.

If the Underworld God Cult is targeting the Zen Realm, the only reason is that they have their eyes on the Demon-Suppressing Tower within Mount Ling.

The Lapis Lazuli Bodhisattva said calmly, "Whether this was done by the Underworld God Sect, I will personally investigate."

"Although the Night Watcher Vajra has fallen, he can be reborn as long as we fulfill our great vow that all sentient beings are Buddhas."

"With the Empress Dowager's birthday approaching, we can put today's affairs aside for now."

The Dragon Elephant Bodhisattva clasped his hands together and uttered a Buddhist chant: "Amitabha, that is how it should be!"

Look at today!

He was familiar with this name.

Everything that the Zen disciple and the Buddhist nun encountered at the gathering of the six schools of heroes, and even in the Central Plains, was related to this man.

He was merely a sixth-grade Yin Spirit Realm cultivator, yet he repeatedly thwarted Zen Realm's plans.

This time, because of the "Longevity Elixir" case, the Buddhist sect suffered a silent loss, so they sent the Night Patrol Vajra to eliminate this person to avoid affecting future plans.

Unexpectedly, an accident occurred.

If he hadn't known that Gu Jinzhao came from a righteous sect, he would have suspected that the other party had some connection with the Underworld God Sect.

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence?

Chapter 216, Feng'er's Double Show: Completely Lost in Body and Mind (3K)

Inside a room at the Jiang residence.

The flickering candlelight cast a hazy and enchanting glow upon the room, illuminating the springtime atmosphere.

Gu Jinzhao leaned down to look at his martial uncle, raised his hand to tuck a slightly messy strand of hair behind his ear, and asked softly, "Are you feeling better?"

"I'm not some... cowardly woman!"

Yu Fengzhi bit her red lips lightly with her pearly teeth, a hint of pain in her brows, but she stubbornly turned her face away, still maintaining the dignity of her martial uncle.

At this moment, she lay on her back in the brocade quilt, her snow-white skin flushed with a faint pink blush, like a peony blooming under the moon, delicate and beautiful.

Her voluptuous and graceful body was still wrapped in that fiery red cheongsam, but now the teardrop neckline was half open, revealing her delicate collarbone, and even below that, two full curves that rose and fell with her breath.

A smile flashed in Gu Jinzhao's eyes as he deliberately said, "As the Fifth Elder of the Qingyun Sect, Aunt Feng'er has slain countless demons and evil spirits and is revered by the world as the Sword Immortal Yu. How could she be cowardly?"

Upon hearing this address, Yu Fengzhi's expression became somewhat unnatural: "Uncle-Master is fine, but don't add the words 'Feng'er'!"

Gu Jinzhao supported himself on his left side, while his right hand embraced her long, slender legs wrapped in crimson silk, his fingertips gently caressing them.

The sheer stockings clung tightly to the slightly bent leg, revealing the dazzling white skin beneath. The warm touch transmitted through the silky fabric was irresistible.

Most alluringly, her slender feet were encased in crimson satin high heels adorned with lotus blossoms, the lotus blossoms embroidered with gold and red silk threads shimmering with a captivating luster under the candlelight.

Gu Jinzhao blinked: "Shishu and Feng'er are the same person, so why can't we call them that?"

"Besides, if it weren't for Feng'er, how could my relationship with my martial uncle have developed so naturally?"

"No means no!" Yu Fengzhi glared at him, embarrassed and annoyed, but without any intimidation.

Gu Jinzhao's smile grew even more mischievous: "But I like the title 'Master Feng'er,' how about we talk about it another time?"

"you……"

Enraged, Yu Fengzhi straightened up and was about to tear his mouth apart.

Gu Jinchao leaned down and pressed down, taking the opportunity to kiss those luscious red lips again.

"Well……"

Yu Fengzhi's beautiful eyes widened, and her slender hand pressed against his chest, as if she wanted to push this unfilial junior nephew away.

But when she felt the tender warmth on her lips, her beautiful eyes welled up with tears, becoming misty and alluring, like a thick fog in early spring.

Her body gradually went limp, as if all her strength had been drained away, and her long, cloud-like black hair completely spread out, covering the pillow.

After an unknown amount of time, Gu Jinzhao, having absorbed enough of his master's sweet and intoxicating fragrance, slowly raised his head and deliberately teased, "Has my swordsmanship improved since before?"

Yu Fengzhi was still immersed in the afterglow of the kiss when she heard these words. She immediately came to her senses and wished she could dig a hole and crawl into it on the spot.

But remembering that she was now her senior uncle, not Feng'er, she forced herself to save face: "I am your senior uncle... How dare you, you scoundrel, disrespect your elders...!"

"She is my martial aunt, she is also Feng'er, and she is also my woman."

Gu Jinchao smiled slightly, his palm gently stroking the beautiful curves of her thin-silk calves.

Beneath my palm, my skin was warm, and the stockings were smooth; the sensation was indescribable.

The suspended red lotus high heels swayed gently, occasionally revealing the rounded, thin silk heels and the supple arches of the feet taut like crescent moons.

Yu Fengzhi's long eyelashes trembled slightly, her slender hands gripping his shoulders, her fingers digging into his skin: "Gu Jinzhao...you...aren't you very smug?"

Gu Jinzhao gently lifted that soft, delicate body and pressed it against the carved backboard at the head of the bed: "But wasn't this what Aunt Feng'er just said she wanted to test the disciple's cultivation progress?"

"I only did that because..."

Yu Fengzhi involuntarily tilted her snow-white neck back.

Gu Jinchao buried his head in her neck and gently kissed her warm, fragrant skin, leaving his mark: "Because that was all an excuse to make it a done deal tonight."

Yu Fengzhi instinctively hugged him, her mature and melodious voice becoming soft and sweet: "It's... not an excuse!"

"As your senior uncle, it is my duty to supervise your cultivation."

Gu Jinzhao directly exposed her lie: "Although Martial Aunt and Feng'er are the same person, she is not as passionate and daring as her."

"She does whatever she thinks in her heart."

"Therefore, after the reversal of fate was resolved and Feng'er returned to her martial uncle state, her state of mind was sublimated, and she broke through to the fourth-grade Golden Core realm in one fell swoop."

Yu Fengzhi's back was pressed against the carved wooden backrest, her cheeks flushed, and she tried to defend herself, saying, "Feng'er was being reckless!"

"Then what is a martial uncle?"

Gu Jinzhao looked up, his gaze fixed intently on her: "Saying one thing and meaning another?"

Yu Fengzhi turned her face away, not daring to look at him at all: "You're the one who's being hypocritical..."

Gu Jinchao leaned closer, forcing her to look him in the eye: "If that's not the case, why has Martial Uncle been deceiving himself by using Feng'er's identity all this time?"

Yu Fengzhi seemed to have been touched on a deep-seated pain, and the emotions in her heart erupted like a volcano, which she could no longer control: "If it weren't for you, how could I have been so deeply involved in this vortex that violates the rules of propriety?"

"If it weren't for you, how could I have deceived myself, using Feng'er's identity to compete with Mu Yiren and Lin Qingci for a man..."

"It's all your fault..."

As she spoke, tears streamed down her cheeks.

Gu Jinzhao felt a pang of pain in his heart and gently kissed away the tears on her face: "It's my fault."

He could sense the inner turmoil and pain in his uncle's heart.

The dilemma is that she can no longer extricate herself from this relationship.

The painful thing is that she is his senior martial arts sister.

Although she is a spiritual practitioner, she can disregard worldly etiquette and rules.

But how will the sect view this?

What do Mu Yiren and Lin Qingci think?

And what will Gu Jinchao's Aunt Ruo think?

"Gu Jinzhao, you're a bastard..."

Yu Fengzhi transformed her scolding and resistance into surrender, wrapping her arms around his back like vines, and suddenly biting his lips.

A sharp pain shot through him, and trickles of blood oozed out, filling his mouth with a sweet, metallic taste.

Gu Jinzhao did not push her away, but silently endured it, letting her vent.

He knew very well that although his martial uncle had accepted their marriage, he still harbored a deep pain and struggle in his heart.

If left to accumulate, it will eventually evolve into a mental demon.

This is not what he wanted to see.

So just now, he used those words to pierce through Yu Fengzhi's outward disguise and reveal her truest self deep inside.

Let her cry it out, let her vent it out, let all the heaviness weighing on her heart turn into tears and blood and flow away.

After an unknown amount of time, Yu Fengzhi released him, staring blankly at his mouth full of blood, her expression somewhat dazed: "Doesn't it hurt?"

Gu Jinzhao smiled and shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

Yu Fengzhi's eyes reddened again, and tears slid down her cheeks once more: "But my heart aches."

Gu Jinzhao raised his hand to wipe away her tears, his movements as gentle as if he were treating the most precious treasure in the world.

"External injuries heal quickly."

"You're such a fool..."

Yu Fengzhi seemed to be both crying and laughing. She touched his cheek with her slender hand, and spiritual power surged from her fingertips, gently wiping away the swelling and pain.

Gu Jinzhao helped her lie down and looked down at her, saying, "Aunt Feng'er looks so beautiful when she cries."

Yu Fengzhi's lips curled up slightly, and she couldn't help but lift her foot and gently poke his chest with her high heel: "Smooth talker."

Gu Jinchao subconsciously grabbed the unruly slender foot and slowly slid it down along its beautiful curves, removing the red lotus high heels.

A soft, warm, and delicate silk foot slowly came into view.

Five slender, lustrous toes are evenly arranged together. Through the thin, misty crimson silk, the toenails adorned with fiery red nail polish resemble blooming red lotuses, delicate and alluring, tempting one to touch them.

Her arches were supple, her heels rounded, and every inch of her skin glowed with an alluring pink hue.

Yu Fengzhi gazed at him intently, saying, "These are the nail polishes I specially applied today..."

"Does brother like it?"

For some reason, she changed how she addressed me.

The word "brother" came out of my mouth without feeling out of place.

It was as if she was meant to call him that, as if this title was closer to her heart at that moment than "Junior Nephew Gu".

Gu Jinzhao's heart skipped a beat, and he gently kissed the fair instep: "I like it."

"itch!"

Yu Fengzhi subconsciously shrank her feet, but a captivating smile curved her lips.