Immortal Fairies Always Have Designs on Me-Chapter 952 - 398: After All These Days, His Yang Energy Is Still Within Me?

Lu Jin'an nodded slightly and took out two elixirs, one gold and one red, from the storage space, from which emanated a rich dragon blood aura: "Dragon Blood Pill, the golden one is for creating momentum, the other is for survival... Just throw it, and it can transform into a dragon."

"Transform into a dragon?"

"Mm." Lu Jin'an nodded: "With the strength of the Observatory, maybe something more auspicious than the White Fox can be created, and then used to deal with the situation. Even if it can't suppress things, it can balance them, preventing everyone from turning toward Shengjing."

Xing Lan reached out and took it: "Well thought out."

"Just more information than you." Lu Jin'an laughed: "Then I'll be on my way."

Xing Lan looked at him with deep eyes, pursed her lips lightly, and softly asked: "Not even a kiss?"

Lu Jin'an was taken aback, then stepped forward to her, bowing his head to kiss Xing Lan's lips.

Xing Lan's beautiful eyes widened slightly; isn't this the moment to kiss the forehead?

"What's wrong?" Lu Jin'an asked, curious.

"Uh... nothing." Xing Lan shook her head, raised her toes and voluntarily kissed Lu Jin'an's lips, her hands gradually embracing his waist.

"Alright, no more kissing!"

Xing Lan suddenly raised her hand to push against Lu Jin'an's chest, turning her head and breathing slightly urgently, with her chest gently rising and falling.

If they continued, she wouldn't be able to let go...

She gently bit her lower lip, discovering that after last night's experience, there was a peculiar feeling of insatiable hunger, tantalizing desire.

Even though they didn't take the final step... why is it like this?

Are all women like this?

Looking at Xing Lan's shy profile, Lu Jin'an's eyes flashed with amusement. After kissing her forehead lightly, he said softly: "Focus on the current affairs, leave the rest to me. I'll be on my way."

"Mm." Xing Lan's brows and eyes lowered slightly: "I won't see you off... safe travels."

Lu Jin'an pinched her cheek slightly, and walked out with Zhiyu.

Zhiyu looked back curiously at Xing Lan every few steps, wondering if kissing could also make Master happy?

Once the room was quiet again, Xing Lan leaned on the edge of the table, raised her right hand, and gently stroked her lips with her fingers, feeling a bit of the lingering heat that belonged to Lu Jin'an.

Bright sunlight poured in from the window, enveloping her in a soft glow, making the smile at the corner of her lips gentle.

After staring at the ceiling for a while, she turned to look at the obituary on the table. Although the father-emperor had passed away, he also left an opportunity behind.

Dongfang Xinghe likely inherited the Martial God cultivation of the father-emperor, but mastering it completely would require time.

The world's situation allows Dongfang Xinghe to rely only on the Martial God cultivation, so he would certainly hurry to master this strength, temporarily neglecting political matters.

With the mastery of Martial God cultivation and a month left until ascension, the prolonged and durable efforts during this time would make it difficult for Dongfang Xinghe to handle things after ascension, causing the world to distrust him.

Of course, Dongfang Xinghe might also choose to ascend directly due to the chaotic situation, but Xing Lan thinks this possibility is low.

After all, immediate ascension implies the Crown Prince wants to quell the rebellion, but if he finds he can't suppress it, the world's trust in him would only diminish quicker.

No matter the result, it's beneficial to her.

Xing Lan lowered her eyelids slightly, waiting for the Southwest Royal Family's issue—the counterattack on Prince Ning would be the first major gift to the unascended new Emperor of Shengjing.

"Your Highness." Ming Lan cautiously pushed the door open and entered: "Most of the aristocratic families north of Yunshan State have already been hastily transported outside the city."

Xing Lan raised her eyes and spoke slowly: "Help me change into mourning attire, and go outside the city."

The Emperor passed away, King Qin inherited the late Emperor's ambition to unify the Dynasty, slaughtering aristocratic families, equalizing land, balancing wealth, changing the garrison system to a recruitment system, abolishing hereditary rights, implementing a three-tier ninth-grade military achievement system...

The people's hearts are united.

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Imperial City, Shengjing, inside Yangxin Hall.

Dongfang Xinghe looked at the surrounding red Gang Power, feeling the surging strength within, yet his expression didn't show the excitement of gaining Martial God cultivation. Instead, he stared grimly at the long-cooled body of Emperor Jia Ning on the bed.

All around him were shattered exquisite porcelain pieces, indicating that he had been extremely angry previously.

"Damn it, damn it..."

Dongfang Xinghe stared fiercely at the corpse on the bed, his gaze shadowed to the extreme.

Just then, Li Xuanzhen opened the door and entered, glancing around the room before slowly asking: "The Emperor passed away, and the Crown Prince inherited His Majesty's Martial God cultivation. Shouldn't you be happy?"

"See for yourself!" Dongfang Xinghe turned and tossed the jade he held, which Li Xuanzhen caught, noting the blood occupying half of its surface, his eyes briefly flickering with surprise: "Didn't inherit His Majesty's Dragon Qi?"

"Exactly!" Dongfang Xinghe's expression turned cold: "That damn guy somehow only passed down the Martial God cultivation, the bulk of the Dragon Qi didn't even come through!"

Li Xuanzhen stepped to the bedside, emotionlessly lifted Emperor Jia Ning's eyelids, then pressed a few points on his chest with no reaction.

How could it be like this...

A puppet, where did it get the capability to break the rules?

"Nether…" Li Xuanzhen suddenly turned to look at Li Xuanzhen: "National Guardian Sword?"

"Didn't see it."

"..."

Li Xuanzhen remained silent, acknowledging that Netherworld Validation, as the National Guardian Sword passed down by the Great Ancestor of the Eastern Dynasty, was always nurtured by the Emperor's Dragon Qi...

Where did Emperor Jia Ning conceal the sword?

And when did he move Netherworld Validation out of his body?

The more Li Xuanzhen pondered, the more his forehead veins throbbed, especially with such an unexpected incident cropping up just now, how hadn't he noticed?