That night, the undercurrents were surging.

The forces of the North Pole Gate split into two factions. One faction, led by Stone Millet, had always stood in opposition to Fan Renruo. They never supported Fan Renruo, and now that Fan Renruo was dead, they feared that his son, Fan Hongyun, might inherit the position of Sect Leader, which would be detrimental to them. So they sought favor with Wang Xiaoqiang, eagerly inviting him to become the Sect Leader of the North Pole Gate.

The other faction, led by Fan Hongyunn, was the one that supported Fan Renruo. Now that Fan Renruo was dead, this faction intended to push Fan Hongyun to the position of Sect Leader, and they were secretly plotting to assassinate Wang Xiaoqiang.

North Pole Gate.

In a secret room.

On the ground lay a corpse that looked like a dried mummy; this corpse was Fan Renruo.

Watching the corpse were Fan Hongyun, his sister Fan Hongshuang, several injured Elders, and two Vice Sect Leaders, all with expressions of sorrow and anger.

"Wang Xiaoqiang, you and I cannot coexist under the same sky…!" Fan Hongyun gritted his teeth in hatred.

"The hateful one is Stone Millet. He not only didn't resist Wang Xiaoqiang, but also invited him to become our Sect Leader… Such a traitor deserves to die even more!" An Elder clenched his teeth in anger.

Fan Hongyun trembled with rage and suddenly took a step forward, "I will go kill him!"

"Young Lord, don't!" A Vice Sect Leader blocked his path, "Stone Millet's cultivation base is unfathomable. Moreover, if you kill him now, it will surely spark internal conflict, and the situation will become even more uncontrollable..."

"Then what should we do? Should we just hand over the position of Sect Leader to Wang Xiaoqiang…?" Fan Hongyun's eyes were bloodshot.

"Of course not," the Vice Sect Leader replied, "Wang Xiaoqiang has agreed with Stone Millet to come to the North Pole Gate tomorrow. At that time, we shall strike in secret and kill him in one blow… Once Wang Xiaoqiang is dead, Stone Millet's faction will no longer be a threat..."

"This idea is good, but who can kill Wang Xiaoqiang?!" An Elder hesitated.

"I will!" Fan Hongshuang said resolutely. "As long as I can get close to Wang Xiaoqiang, I will definitely kill him..."

"No, you can't take this risk!" Fan Hongyun shouted firmly.

"If we don't avenge ourselves... Who else can we rely on?" Fan Hongshuang said with grief and anger. "I must kill Wang Xiaoqiang with my own hands and avenge our father."

Fan Hongyun tried to persuade her, "Hongshuang, I know you are eager for revenge. In fact, I'm even more desperate than you, but your cultivation base is too weak to kill Wang Xiaoqiang…"

Fan Hongshuang's silk sleeves tightened as she extended her delicate hand, holding a needle between her thumb and index finger. The needle was as long as an adult's middle finger, extremely thin and sharp, and not clearly visible unless looked at carefully.

Fan Hongshuang held up the needle in front of everyone. "My Invisible Needle has reached the realm of Three-Breath of Invisibility. In three breaths, I can take Wang Xiaoqiang's life."

Everyone's eyes were fixed on that Invisible Needle. Fan Hongyun's gaze hardened, showing satisfaction on his face. He knew best about his sister's cultivation of the Invisible Needle. When cultivated to a certain extent, it could make the visible become invisible.

It should be known that transforming from visible to invisible is an extremely difficult task. Fan Hongshuang had cultivated for five years and could only reach the realm of Three-Breath of Invisibility.

The Three-Breath of Invisibility, as the name implies, means it can stay invisible within three breaths. After three breaths, it will return to visibility.

Of course, with deeper cultivation, it could reach Four-Breath of Invisibility, or even Ten-Breath of Invisibility.

However, this is very challenging. Who knows how many years it would take to reach the realm of Ten-Breath of Invisibility.

Fortunately, with the Three-Breath of Invisibility, if Fan Hongshuang can get close to Wang Xiaoqiang, she will be enough to kill him.

This so-called invisibility means it is not only unseen, but even Divine Sense can't detect it. As long as the Invisible Needle is fed with deadly poison, it will be invincible for assassination.

"With Miss Hongshuang on this mission... it's secure!" the Vice Sect Leader who spoke earlier nodded.

"At that time, I will follow Miss Hongshuang. Even if we fail... I will sacrifice my life to protect Miss Hongshuang..." an Elder said earnestly.

"Alright, it's decided!" Fan Hongyun concluded, "But we need to make more thorough arrangements."

...

Early next day, the sunlight filled the window.

Wang Xiaoqiang got up from Gong Ziyu's bed, glanced at the bed sheet stained with spots of red, and stretched contentedly. He thought to himself, Gong Ziyu is truly a marvel. She's forty years old yet still a virgin, but her body is as vibrant as a young girl's.

Gong Ziyu also awoke. She sat up lazily, her whole body feeling like it was falling apart. On her swan-like pinkish-white neck, there were still a few red lip-shaped marks remaining.

Gong Ziyu gently got out of bed and started dressing Wang Xiaoqiang, like a tender and diligent wife. If the disciples of the Moon Crescent Sect saw this scene, their eyes would surely pop out of their heads. The noble and holy Palace Master was now dressing Wang Xiaoqiang like a female servant.

This is unbelievable!

Wang Xiaoqiang had grown accustomed to such care, his face showing an expression of entitlement, his eyes fixed on Gong Ziyu's neck, admiring his work from the night before, feeling immensely proud.

After dressing Wang Xiaoqiang, Gong Ziyu sat at the dressing table to do her makeup. Looking in the mirror, she was stunned by her own reflection. Her skin was radiant and smooth, her cheeks flushed as if still intoxicated, looking as if she had applied rouge. But she knew this blush wasn't from alcohol or makeup; it was a natural flush, or rather a glow from being cherished by a man.

Her gaze fell to the two lip-shaped marks on her neck. Blushing deeply, she turned her face away in embarrassment. At this moment, Wang Xiaoqiang came over, placing his hands on her shoulders, carefully observing her through the mirror. "Wow… This is my beautiful wife, as radiant as a celestial fairy!"

Gong Ziyu felt sweetness in her heart, albeit unable to hide her shyness. She raised her silk robe sleeve to cover the red marks on her neck, giving him a playful glare. "Stop it, you almost killed me!"

"Ha-ha, how did I almost kill you?" Wang Xiaoqiang smirked mischievously.

"You still say you didn't… I can't face anyone today..." Gong Ziyu said shyly.

"Then just stay inside and rest... Ha-ha…" Wang Xiaoqiang knew she definitely couldn't show her face today, so he laughed with a hint of regret. "I originally planned to take you to the North Pole Gate with me today..."

Hearing this, Gong Ziyu suddenly remembered something and said, "Right… Little Qiang, you have to be careful when you go to the North Pole Gate today. The disciples there might not all accept you, and Fan Renruo's two children... might seek revenge at any chance..." (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) and vote for it. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian.com to read.)

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