The No.1 Undercover in the Immortal World-Chapter 793 - 299: I’m Captured Again?

Upon hearing Zhao Lingyu announce her marriage partner, the compassion Lin Yu and Fang Yu had felt for her turned into shock.

"Goodness, you certainly have grand ambitions!"

Even Jiang Chenyu, who had been content with idly fishing, stopped her cultivation practice and turned to look at Zhao Lingyu.

"Why do women everywhere lust after Lin Yun’s body?"

"This person has such deep schemes!"

But it seems it’s not my place to interfere, is it?

Jiang Chenyu suddenly realized she was just a salted fish and her mentality began to crumble a bit.

"If I could become a divine being, why would I need to put up with this sort of aggravation? Cultivate!"

Jiang Chenyu decided to devote herself wholeheartedly to cultivation practice—the Nine Revolutions of the Taiyin Scripture was her last hope.

"What do my ministers think?"

After Zhao Lingyu mentioned Lin Yun’s name, her heart swelled with satisfaction.

Especially upon seeing the shocked expressions on Fang Yu’s and Lin Yu’s faces, she felt even happier.

Of course, she didn’t harbor any ill intentions; she just wanted to give them a bit of a shock.

Clearly, she was very successful.

Fang Yu and Lin Yu both wanted to retort, but after careful consideration, they actually found Zhao Lingyu’s proposal quite appealing.

For one, they could naturally assist Lin Yun in ascending the throne, gaining the good fortune necessary for becoming Emperor, and secondly, they could unite the Central Plains Grassland and even the Demon Tribe into a single force to resist the Demon Race.

The only downside was that Lin Yun would have yet another woman to deal with.

Although it could be said that he already had so many, one more wouldn’t matter; Lin Yun’s vigor would suffice.

But!

Rotating visitations once a week was already nearly unmanageable; could it really be that in the future, Lin Yun was to have a harem of three thousand beauties?

Besides, they shared with Lin Yun only the substance of marriage, not the title of husband and wife.

The cultivation world follows one’s heart’s desires and doesn’t place much importance on ceremony, but if among so many people, only one holds a ceremony, that would cause unrest among the others.

It is not poverty that people resent, but inequality.

If Zhao Lingyu were to hold the title of legitimate wife, wouldn’t that mean all others would be lowered by a notch in comparison?

Such clever scheming, such careful planning!

They had thought that after her long silence, she had devoted herself entirely to state affairs, but it seemed Zhao Lingyu was likely akin to a snake, lying dormant for so long only to strike a deadly blow.

They found no reason to reject her idea.

"If my ministers have no objections, We shall have the royal edict prepared."

Zhao Lingyu was already impatient; now, whosoever dared to interfere would face her wrath.

Ultimately, Lin Yu and Fang Yu did not speak up; for the sake of their country and people, they could only watch as Zhao Lingyu ordered the drafting of the royal decree.

In the future, they might even see Lin Yun and Zhao Lingyu sitting together.

How agonizing that would be...

However, if it would allow Lin Yun to obtain the imperial throne, perhaps it was worth it.

Qian Qian’s divine visitation played a significant role in both the Central Plains and the grasslands—a single person having a dream might be coincidence, but a group sharing the same dream demanded attention.

Qian Qian was also lucky—one of those dreamers was the Emperor, so there was no need for extensive verification, allowing for immediate action, and the commoners grew anxious due to Qian Qian’s divine visitation.

That year had indeed been full of calamities and continuous wars.

Despite powerful individuals confronting the issue as it arose, the political turmoil brought about by war could not be overlooked.

Moreover, natural disasters became more frequent as well—seismic dragon shifts and devastating floods occurred from time to time.

Now with dreams of barriers dissolving and Demon Race invasions, the fears of all beings under heaven grew.

The cultivators did not pay much mind to the thoughts of mortals; even Lin Yun, when tallying combat strength, only considered cultivators.

But in reality, mortals and lower-level cultivators were the foundation of this world.

"This is the cycle of fate; because of our sins, the gods will unleash heavenly punishment..."

In a poor village of the Central Plains, as Yu Jiaolong passed by, she heard a preacher spreading his faith.

She paid no mind; as a cold-hearted swordsman, she was shrouded in a black cloak head to toe.

Golden Armor was too conspicuous, so she wrapped it up in black clothing.

To assassinate Lin Yun or Zhen Li, she had to find them first.

Unfortunately, Yu Jiaolong searched for a long time without a hint of Zhen Li’s whereabouts.

She had not contacted Tai Bai; thus, she was unaware that Lin Yun had already become strategic partners with Tai Bai, and she solely focused on her mission.

But where exactly was her target?

Yu Jiaolong was nearly driven mad searching for them.

She had never imagined that, master of the most powerful divine arts, she was ready to slice through enemies like cutting vegetables, yet she didn’t even know where the "vegetables" were.

Passing by another village, she heard the same doctrine again.

The cycle of fate turns; we are all sinners; divine punishment will descend; all creatures will turn to ash.

Yu Jiaolong understood that this was probably some evil god deceiving followers.

This was a highly despicable act, exploiting the fear of the faithful to harvest their belief—this must be the work of an evil god!

But her mission was not to act as a force of justice, so she did not intervene.

After much hardship, Yu Jiaolong finally obtained news of Lin Yun.

Her odd dress made people reluctant to speak with her; it was only after spending a great deal of money that she managed to get a few words about Lin Yun.

Nobody knew where Lin Yun was, but he might be in the grasslands.

Upon receiving this message, Yu Jiaolong hurried to the Grassland through the night. The next day on her journey, she overheard to her dismay that the message she had spent tens of thousands of Gold on was actually common knowledge.

The Imperial Court had already announced the Empress was to marry the Grassland Divine Child, Lin Yun, and had dispatched envoys to the Grassland because the Demon Race was about to invade. To counter the Demon invasion, everyone must put aside their hatred and unite.

Nevertheless, many people from the Central Plains still felt indignant, firstly because the deep hatred borne of bloodshed was unforgettable, and secondly, it was that very Empress who was to marry a person from the Grassland.

Delving into the situation, they discovered that Lin Yun was originally not from the Grassland but had defected from the Central Plains, which infuriated them even more.

Yu Jiaolong didn’t care whether others were angry or not; she was very angry herself.

She had spent so much for a piece of common information, and moreover, it wasn’t even confirmed information, just speculation.

But what could she do about it?

Having come all this way, she might as well go and take a look at the Grassland!

Several days later, Yu Jiaolong finally arrived at the foot of Snow Mountain.

Having learned from her last experience, she was much more cautious this time. Even though her combat strength could already be considered supreme and with Tai Bai’s Divine Power granted to her, she could even exert battle force at the level of a Divine Emperor, the Sword Qi was rather scarce and had to be used sparingly.

Lin Yun and Zhen Li, she had to find one to kill.

To avoid trouble, she disguised herself as an ordinary cultivator and traveled northwards, managing to keep her identity hidden all the way to the foot of Snow Mountain.

"If Lin Yun is hiding to cultivate, the Snow Mountain is the most likely place."

To console herself, Yu Jiaolong reasoned out many possibilities why Lin Yun would be hiding on Snow Mountain.

Now, all that was left was to verify it.

Sneakily, Yu Jiaolong set foot on Snow Mountain. As she took a step forward, a woman with a frosty face suddenly appeared in front of her.

"Lin Yu, it has been a long time. Have you come to my Snow Mountain to seek death?"

Yu Jiaolong was startled when someone suddenly addressed her, unexpectedly by a different name.

But she was called Lin Yu; did they mistake her for someone else?

Yet she clearly wore a mask, so how could the other person make such a mistake?

In her heart, Yu Jiaolong was full of doubts. The person in front of her seemed unfathomable, unlikely to be blind!

Even if blind, perceiving one’s aura should not be mistaken.

In any case, for whatever reason, she had been discovered.

Listening to the other’s tone, this Lin Yu seemed to have a grudge against her as well, and even if she assumed Lin Yu’s identity, they would need to fight. Since a fight was inevitable either way, she might as well make the first move!

Yu Jiaolong was originally shrewd and had been bitterly defeated by Lin Yun’s hand before. Now she was clever, cautious, and even a bit more malicious.

Without saying a word, she drew her sword, which displeased the Snow Maiden.

The Snow Maiden was already quite annoyed. The Emperor of the Central Plains had sent a letter requesting to resolve their differences and confront the Demon Race invasion together, a point she didn’t object to.

She didn’t hold such a big grudge against the Central Plains, and her invasions had also been opportunistic. Plus, Lin Yun was originally from the Central Plains, and the Snow Maiden had a liking for all connected to him.

In the war, she hadn’t killed prisoners or civilians.

Seeking peace was indeed what the Snow Maiden desired.

But the letter from Zhao Lingyu was over the top.

Seeking peace is one thing, but a matrimonial alliance?

If it were a Central Plains Princess marrying a Grassland chieftain, or the other way around, that would be fine.

But they specified the Divine Child of the Snow Mountain, Lin Yun.

When the Snow Maiden heard this news, she almost couldn’t resist flying to the Central Plains and freezing Zhao Lingyu with an icicle.

How could you even think of that!

But after calming down, she considered that this might also be part of Lin Yun’s plan.

Lin Yun had plans to proclaim himself emperor before, but it wasn’t going smoothly, and he suddenly changed course partway through.

Because he didn’t participate in many major battles, Lin Yun hadn’t accumulated enough merit.

Even now, the Grassland People did not fully acknowledge the Divine Child of the Snow Mountain.

It was the Central Plains People who knew more of Lin Yun, relying on his earlier fame in Guanghan Palace, after which all the news was bad.

Things like betraying his master and colluding with the Demonic Path...

Even with the power Lin Yun now wielded, though he could become emperor without resistance, the will of the people was also an important consideration.

Marrying Zhao Lingyu would be the most convenient and quickest way.

With this thought, the Snow Maiden restrained herself from any extreme actions and reluctantly agreed for the time being.

But she still had a bellyful of anger.

And at that moment, Lin Yu showed up.

Yu Jiaolong’s disguise meant little to the Snow Maiden, who could see through the Golden Mask at a glance; it resembled Lin Yu, and the aura was quite similar too. As for the slight differences, the Snow Maiden wasn’t too concerned.

She and Lin Yu were not very familiar. Their previous interactions were full of fights, often with a fight to the death.

Seeing Lin Yu suddenly climb up the mountain, the Snow Maiden guessed she might have something to do, so she came down to meet her, only for Lin Yu to attack without a word.

This really added fuel to the fire.

The Snow Maiden directly took out the Fulong and threw it circles around, driving the Fulong with Divine methods, which magnified its power manyfold.

Indeed, a Divine Artifact is most powerful in the hands of a Divine Spirit.

Yu Jiaolong, oblivious to the true God before her, could never have anticipated that the person in front of her was already a Divine Spirit.

In just a single encounter, a crack appeared on her sword. If she hadn’t been bolstered by Tai Bai’s Divine Power, her sword would have shattered into several pieces.

Nevertheless, her situation was dire; Fulong’s relentless attack swiftly encircled her.

In an instant, Yu Jiaolong found her strength completely sealed away.

I’ve been captured again?