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Ilya was the illegitimate son of King Balak and a commoner woman.
He had been wandering among the commoners and had suffered a lot. His background was very similar to Fang Xuan's.
Now, the King was terminally ill, and Douglas, who was supposed to inherit the throne, had dead for a few years. The kingdom lost its crown prince and had no successor.
The entire kingdom was in turmoil, and everyone was in a state of panic.
At this time, the terminally ill King suddenly remembered that he still had one last bloodline: Ilya, his illegitimate son, living among the commoners.
Thus, he immediately ordered his men to bring Ilya back.
However, the king was dying, and the queen controlled the entire regime of the Balak Kingdom.
She was a woman blinded by power and would never allow a lowly illegitimate son to inherit the throne.
To ensure her supreme power and status, Ilya, who had the last royal bloodline, naturally became a threat to the queen.
She would stop at nothing to prevent Ilya from coming to the Balak Kingdom to claim the throne.
Ilya knew the road ahead would be difficult, so he disguised himself as a woman and secretly entered the Balak Kingdom.
But he hadn't expected that they would be captured by the guards as soon as they entered the capital and thrown into a dark prison.
The only fate awaiting them was death.
Now, it seemed that the king was already dead.
Otherwise, the queen would be more humble to send people to capture Ilya and the others in daylight.
After hearing Ilya's story, Fang Xuan was surprised. This crossdresser's background was very similar to his own.
A prince wandering among the commoners, now coming to the Balak Kingdom to inherit the throne? Interesting.
"I'm sorry to have dragged you into this..."
Ilya looked at Fang Xuan apologetically. Fang Xuan wouldn't have been locked up if it weren't for him. He felt deeply guilty.
"Oh, it's fine."
Fang Xuan yawned lazily, stood up from the damp ground, and walked toward the iron bars of the prison.
"I'm a bit hungry. I want to go out and find something to eat."
"Go out and find something to eat? This is a prison; how are you going to get out… Ah?!"
Just as Ilya was puzzled, he saw Fang Xuan wave his hand, and the ten heavy iron bars, as thick as fists, disintegrated into dust. He leisurely walked out of the prison with his hands behind his head.
Breaking out of prison was that simple!
Ilya's eyes widened as he stared at Fang Xuan, now standing outside the prison as if he had seen a monster.
"Fang Xiaoniu, you…"
"I didn't want to stay in prison anymore, so I left." Fang Xuan smiled faintly.
He didn't want to stay in prison, so he just left?
Does he think he's on vacation?
Ilya felt a little frustrated. It seemed that Fang Xiaoniu, once bitten by a mosquito, suddenly became mysterious.
"Oh right, this is the capital of the Balak Kingdom. There must be a lot of good food in the palace!"
Fang Xuan wandered around the prison and suddenly turned back to stare at Ilya. He calmly said, "Do you want to come with me to the palace for a feast? Or would you rather stay here in the prison?"
"Ugh… Go! I'll go!"
Ilya was startled. He quickly lifted his skirt and hurried after Fang Xuan. Although he didn't fully understand what was happening, he wouldn't pass up the opportunity to escape.
Ilya stayed silent as he followed behind Fang Xuan. His bright black eyes were fixed on his back. He couldn't help but wonder: Just who is this young man?
The construction of the palace prison was very secure. It was divided into three underground levels, with many jailers on each level, and every jailer was a Spirit Master. For an ordinary prisoner, escaping from this prison would be nearly impossible.
But today, the person locked up wasn't an ordinary prisoner. He was an unparalleled demon that even the Spirit Hall couldn't contain.
If Fang Xuan wanted to leave, no one could stop him—let alone the small Balak Kingdom!
"Not good, someone's escaping from the prison!"
Soon, the jailers discovered that Fang Xuan and Ilya had escaped. More than twenty Spirit Master jailers attacked, intent on blocking their way.
Fang Xuan walked forward expressionlessly. The jailers' bodies began to twist and then exploded like firecrackers. Flesh and blood splattered everywhere.
"So strong..."
Ilya was stunned. He had been following Fang Xuan and saw the shocking scene. Fang Xuan didn't even use spirit skills, but the jailers had exploded and died. It was simply inconceivable.
He didn't know what Fang Xuan had done, but he felt a bone-chilling coldness in the air around her.
It was killing intent—the purest and most powerful kind.
It was the strongest killing intent condensed from one hundred thousand fallen spirits!
After Fang Xuan had condensed the Deathgod Domain, his killing intent had reached its peak. It not only intimidated his enemies but could materialize and tear them to shreds.
These twenty or so jailers were only around Rank 10. How could they withstand Fang Xuan's intent to kill? In just an instant, they were crushed by the overwhelming force!
Effortlessly, Fang Xuan brought Ilya from the third underground level to the first. Along the way, he killed countless jailers. With every step he took, more jailers exploded, their bodies reduced to piles of flesh. He walked through the prison, treading on corpses.
Finally, they reached the exit. Fang Xuan had killed all the jailers in the prison.
"Fang Xiaoniu, who… who are you?"
Ilya's face was pale as he looked back at the countless corpses and pools of blood. He stared blankly at the mysterious youth before her, her heart filled with shock.
This unparalleled strength, this calmness while walking over piles of corpses—there was no way Fang Xuan was an ordinary person.
Fang Xuan glanced down at Ilya's pure white dress and then looked up at his beautiful face, a face that would make many women jealous. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He still couldn't quite accept that such a cute person was a boy.
Fang Xuan said, "You deceived me so that I won't tell you!"
Ilya: "..."
"Ah!!!"
At that moment, a shrill scream echoed from the interrogation room at the end of the corridor.
"Uncle Zhang!"
Ilya's expression changed. He recognized the scream—it was Zhang Yunlong. Worry filled his face as he hurriedly ran toward the interrogation room.
When he entered the room, the sight before him shocked her deeply.
He saw two jailers viciously torturing Zhang Yunlong.
They used a red-hot iron to burn bloody marks on his old body, then poured chili water over the wounds. Zhang Yunlong was in so much pain that he hovered between life and death.
The poor old Spirit Ancestor, who was already seventy years old, was being subjected to all kinds of torture and was on the verge of dying.
"Uncle Zhang!"
Ilya was so distressed that tears streamed down his face. He had been abandoned when he was young and had no parents. Zhang Yunlong had raised him, so even though they were master and servant in name, they were closer than family.
Seeing Zhang Yunlong being tortured to death, Ilya forgot his weakness. His eyes turned red as he recklessly charged toward the jailers.
"Young Master... Hurry... Run!"
Zhang Yunlong grew even more anxious when he saw Ilya running over without concern for his safety. He used the last of his strength to shout for him to escape.
"Heh, an escaped prisoner? How amusing!"
"Since you're here, don't even think about leaving. You can die with him!"
The two jailers sneered cruelly, baring their fangs as they lunged toward Ilya, ready to tear this innocent lamb apart.
At that moment, Fang Xuan walked in. He glanced coldly at the jailers who were torturing Zhang Yunlong and said in a chilling voice, "Die!"
The jailers screamed in agony as their bodies twisted and then exploded into clouds of blood mist. They died instantly.
"Fang Xiaoniu, you…"
Zhang Yunlong was stunned, staring at the scene in disbelief. He looked at Fang Xuan as if he had seen a ghost. He hadn't expected that the young man they had kindly rescued on the way was hiding such immense power.
"Heal!"
Fang Xuan, not bothering to explain, activated his Immortal Begonia Martial Spirit. A pure white healing light flowed from his palm and enveloped Zhang Yunlong's scarred body, rapidly healing his injuries.
In an instant, all of Zhang Yunlong's wounds vanished. He was fully restored to his peak condition, and his body even glowed with vitality. His muscles grew strong, making him appear ten years younger!
"My wounds... they're healed..."
Zhang Yunlong stood there, dazed. He could hardly believe that the terrifying injuries he had suffered could be healed so quickly. Feeling the surge of spirit power within him, he couldn't help but shout. Spirit power radiated from his body, and with a burst of strength, he shattered the chains and shackles binding him. He jumped down from the execution rack.
"Uncle Zhang, you're alright! That's wonderful!"
Ilya's eyes were filled with tears as he happily rushed to Zhang Yunlong's side. The two of them had narrowly escaped death. Both were deeply moved and affectionately asked about each other's well-being.
After a moment, Ilya turned to Fang Xuan, her curiosity piqued. He asked excitedly, "Fang Xiaoniu, you're incredible! How did you heal my Uncle Zhang? Are you a healing-type Spirit Master?"
The young man who had claimed to have been bitten by a mosquito had easily eliminated over a hundred jailers and instantly healed Zhang Yunlong. Ilya was becoming increasingly curious about Fang Xuan's true identity.
"Fang Xiaoniu, who are you?"
Zhang Yunlong, too, looked at Fang Xuan with a puzzled expression. He realized that this youth had concealed his true strength all along. He hadn't noticed anything unusual during their journey.
Faced with their questions, Fang Xuan merely yawned lazily, unwilling to reveal his identity. "Alright, stop worrying about it. Since you're both fine, let's get going. Lead the way!"
"Lead the way? Lead the way to where? What are you planning?"
Ilya and Zhang Yunlong exchanged confused glances as they looked at Fang Xuan.
A dangerous smile tugged at the corners of Fang Xuan's lips. Meeting their puzzled gazes, he calmly said, "We're going... to attack the palace!"