The old Emperor kneeled with incredible fluidity.

His movements were so practiced that when he knelt, his knees didn't even press on the cape.

"What are you doing? The children are still here."

The Empress smiled very gently, looking at the old Emperor with a slightly reproachful gaze.

She smiled as she helped the old Emperor up, holding his hand, her expression as gentle as water.

The Empress patiently advised, "A country cannot be without a ruler for even a day. Now that the antics are over, come back with me. There are still many important state matters waiting for Your Majesty to decide!"

But the old Emperor wasn't fooled.

He was being led by the Empress, like a stubborn child, dragging his feet, unwilling to move.

The old Emperor complained, "Don't make it sound so nice. You set up such a big scheme, all the noble families of Shengjing City fell into it, yet you make me issue a decree to clear them out, making me take the blame. I won't do it!"

The Empress's expression didn't change, she smiled and said, "I'm doing this for the good of the sixth prince, he's your biological son."

She might have been better off not saying this because the old Emperor became even more annoyed.

The old Emperor grumbled, "That little thing is stingy to death. When I asked him for a few million taels for fun, he wouldn't give me any; he's just a little ingrate!"

Hearing this, the Empress took a deep breath and said with exasperation, "You're still thinking about forming a rebel army? Impressive imagination! Asking your own son for money to form a rebel army and overthrow his kingdom, I really wonder if there's something wrong with your head!"

"I must be sick!" the old Emperor replied righteously.

The Empress's face darkened, and in a low voice, she gritted her teeth and said, "Don't force me to smack you in front of the children!"

The old Emperor's neck instantly shrank, and his stubborn head suddenly lowered.

Then he obediently let the Empress lead him away.

Not long after the two left, two figures, one red and one black, sneakily emerged from the woods.

Taotie saw Zhao Yi lying on the ground and hurriedly crawled over.

Seeing Zhao Yi had fainted, it asked anxiously, "Master, how are you?"

On the other side, Chi Lian Snake also saw the male lead.

She flickered to the male lead's side, checked his breathing, and seeing he was merely unconscious, she let out a breath of relief.

Chi Lian shot a glance at Taotie, then looked at the male lead again, finally deciding to temporarily abandon revenge, turned to pick up the male lead, and flew into the depths of West Mountain range.

Taotie ignored Chi Lian.

The residual soul of Su Qianqian was almost frightened into soul scattering by Zhao Yi, and was no longer enough to influence Taotie's actions.

Taotie couldn't carry Zhao Yi in its paws like Chi Lian, so it could only carry him on its back, running all the way in the direction of Yao Family Town.

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When Zhao Yi woke up, he saw Qing Feng holding a sword, standing guard beside him.

Her face was cold, but her eyes were red, as if she had secretly cried.

Seeing Zhao Yi awaken, her eyes lit up, then she suddenly turned away, not letting Zhao Yi see her tear-stained eyes, speaking as she quickly walked out.

"I-I'm going to call someone!"

Zhao Yi sat up, recalling what had happened before, with a strange look on his face.

He thought after going mad, he would be in agony, as if schizophrenic.

But no.

Zhao Yi felt quite comfortable, the destructive urge that had weighed on his heart vanished, and he just felt his whole body relaxed, as if his physique had improved by leaps and bounds.

"No wonder so many in the Zhao clan are crazy, yet they haven't been destroyed."

Zhao Yi clenched his fist, sensing the seemingly infinite power within, growing more curious about the Zhao clan's ancestor.

What kind of person could give rise to such a clan with significant flaws but equally extraordinary talent?

Oh, and the 'Dragon God Technique'!

This cultivation technique, much like the Zhao clan, was seriously flawed, yet unbelievably powerful!

Zhao Yi recalled the mysterious 'Old' in the Mystic Gate World.

Could the Zhao clan ancestor truly have been human?

Zhao Yi was still pondering when suddenly the door was pushed open, and a large group of people came bustling in.

Leading them was Patriarch Yao Zhi of the Yao Family.

Yao Zhi was nearly scared out of his wits upon hearing Zhao Yi was injured.

Ever since Zhao Yi returned, he had been standing by the door, never leaving even half a step.

Yao Zhi's eyes swept over Zhao Yi, seeing that he was uninjured, finally allowing his heart to relax.

"Crown Prince, it's wonderful to see you're all right."

Zhao Yi didn't waste words with him, directly asking, "Patriarch Yao, how are the preparations for the Cultivation Conference?"

The Cultivation Conference was established by Great Xia Zhao Clan after their dominance over the Cultivation Realm.

Held once every hundred years.

Not only is it the Cultivation Realm's centennial martial arts competition,

But also the once-a-century resource allocation conference.

The Zhao Clan's way of resource allocation is as straightforward as their rule over the Cultivation Realm.

All cultivation sects go on stage together, and in the end, it's fists that decide victory and defeat.

Whoever has the biggest fist eats the most.

No strength? Then go home and farm!

Though the Cultivation Realm sects secretly curse the Cultivation Conference as an annoyance devised by the Zhao Clan, Zhao Yi thought there was nothing wrong with this approach.

The path of cultivation isn't about socializing, drinking, and eating.

To change fate against the heavens, how can there be no bloodshed?

Of course, there's one more primary reason.

The Zhao Clan heirs live life counting the days, if folks in the Cultivation Realm became idle, wouldn't it make them look like suckers?

Zhao Yi even thought doing it once every hundred years was too infrequent; the ancestor who set this rule was too kindhearted.

If it were up to Zhao Yi, the Cultivation Conference would be held at least annually.

The members of cultivation sects would either be in a competition or on their way to one.

As long as he wore them out, Zhao Yi didn't believe they'd have any spare energy for any Immortal Alliance nonsense!

Yao Zhi replied, "Crown Prince, the Cultivation Conference is all set; all major cultivation sects have already arrived, just awaiting the auspicious day in three days for the official start."

"And the Immortal Alliance?" Zhao Yi suddenly asked.

Yao Zhi seemed prepared for this question and promptly answered, "Upon receiving the information, we've already discreetly sent people to investigate, and have made some progress. Evidence should be available soon."

Zhao Yi raised a hand, "Isn't the evidence already there?"

He continued bluntly, "Arrest everyone from the Four Seas Dragon Race; their little princess admitted before that the Dragon Race is connected to the Immortal Alliance."

Hearing this, Miaoyin's eyebrows twitched, her black and white eyes clearly saying, "They just fawned over you, yet you turn your back right away, like a real scoundrel!"

Zhao Yi was unfazed.

Having made the decision to cut off the male lead's connections, Zhao Yi couldn't back down halfway through.

Although in the Secret Realm, Xu Yue'Er seemed at odds with the male lead, who can say for sure about male and female lead's matters?

Don't romance novels always have this cliché.

Fight at the headboard, make up at the footboard.

Perhaps those two were just quarreling one minute, then in each other's embrace the next.

To be safe, Zhao Yi had to be ruthless.

Every female lead related to the male lead, Zhao Yi intended to arrest them all.

Isn't the male lead supposed to be the ascetic type?

Zhao Yi would turn him into the convict type!

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