Long Yue's voice did not sound directly, but Mo Xingyun could feel an intangible "gaze" and a kind of... strange "resonance." She seemed to be able to feel his pain and unwillingness at this moment. This was the first time she had taken the initiative to try and soothe him in her own way, albeit a clumsy and subtle one.
Slowly, in his eyes, Wei Wuyin, Wei Yufeng, Ning Xuefei, and even Wei Miaoshu, whose life he had saved, all became hideous figures. He stared for a long while, his heart filled with jealousy, resentment, and bitterness. He turned and used his demonic arts to slip away quietly. He realized that the world his mother, Ning Xuefei, belonged to was now as distant from him as if they were strangers. The thought of a mother-son reunion was nothing more than a scene he had conjured in his own imagination. He was now the disciple of the demonic cult's Venerable Xie Mo, the sworn enemy of the Immortal Palace, and what's more, he was here on a mission.
His gaze turned resolute and grim, his face cold and severe. Relying on his childhood memories, he used the [Hidden Dragon Demon Art] to move through the shadows between the buildings, traversing the Immortal Palace under the moonlight. Venerable Xie Mo had ordered him here to take Wei Miaoshu's head. That task was not urgent; there was something else he needed to do now.
Mo Xingyun quickly evaded the Immortal Palace guards and arrived at the base of a tall tower. This tower was named the "Xuan Palace" and served as the treasury where the Immortal Palace's main clan had stored its martial arts manuals and treasures for generations. It was heavily guarded, with highly skilled Immortal Palace guards watching over it year-round.
At the very top of this tower was stored the Immortal Palace's supreme treasure: the "Heavenly Pearl, Xuanhua."
Yet, he knew this place like the back of his hand. He knew that from a branch on a nearby cliff, he could leap onto a platform on the tower's flank, and from there, reach the top of the Xuan Palace, avoiding all eyes and ears. As a child, he often used this secret path, leaping across it as a kind of prank to go and play.
He quickly found the tree branch, but the patrolling guards nearby were indeed numerous. His [Hidden Dragon Demon Art] was only initially mastered, and he wasn't very confident. So, he waited patiently on the side. After about half an hour, the guards changed shifts. He seized the opportunity, climbed up the large tree. The branch was now thicker than it had been eighteen years ago. He unleashed his lightness skill, leaped from the branch, and landed softly on the high platform of the Xuan Palace.
He followed the spiral staircase upwards. There were two more guards above, whom he evaded with his Hidden Dragon Demon Art. Finally, he arrived at the platform at the top of the tower. Here, there was a large door with a mural painted on it, depicting a man and a woman. Two elegant and extraordinary celestial heroes that were dancing in the air. In the center of the door was a circular golden ornament.
This was a sacred place of the Immortal Palace, and ordinary people were forbidden from approaching. Mo Xingyun took a deep breath, walked up to the door, and reached out to grip the circular golden ornament. Following his memory, he turned it left and right four times, then made a full rotation. He remembered this was the password to the treasury.
After turning it a few times, the treasury door showed no reaction. His heart skipped a beat. He tried again, turning it according to the password several more times, but the door remained motionless.
He pondered secretly. It seemed that after Wei Wuyin took over the Immortal Palace, he had also changed the password to this treasury. It made sense; to prevent the old members of the Immortal Palace from seeking revenge and plundering the treasures, changing the password was a natural move.
In that case, the task at hand was to find a way to discover the password.
The seven great families of celestial heroes each possessed a divine weapon that housed their clan's divine power. The treasure of his mother Ning Xuefei's clan, the "Heavenly Pearl, Xuanhua," was the most powerful among them. Wei Wuyin's rebellion against the Immortal Palace many years ago was likely for this very object. He possessed the Tianxing Sect's heirloom supreme treasure, the "Divine Sword, Jie Yan." His father, Mo Xiupo, whose martial skill was on par with Wei Wuyin's at the time, had not carried the Mo family's secret sword treasure, the "Immortal Sword, Cang Xu," and was thus defeated and killed. It seemed it was simply because he lacked the empowerment of a supreme treasure.
Mo Xingyun weighed his options. Staying in the Immortal Palace was too dangerous. If he were discovered by the Wei family, he would surely be torn to pieces. He decided to return the way he came, considering whether to go back to the demonic cult and report to his master. Although he had disobeyed his orders and failed to kill Wei Miaoshu, for one, there were no witnesses, and for another, his junior martial brother had been severely injured and captured by the Immortal Palace. He had to go back and inform him.
He employed the [Hidden Dragon Demon Art], preparing to leave via a side path. As he walked past a side hall, his internal energy was now so profound that his senses were incredibly sharp. He happened to hear two men talking in low voices inside the hall, seemingly about the Immortal Palace. He stopped beside the hall and began to eavesdrop.
"Father, damn it, this Wei family's wife and daughter are just too beautiful! In my entire life, I've never seen such gorgeous women. Compared to them, the women in our household are nothing but common tramps. It's like the difference between heaven and earth!"
"Especially that Holy Empress, Ning Xuefei. What a fucking slut! Look at those big tits and that fat ass. Her figure is even better than Auntie's. The way that big ass sways when she walks... it's so damn tempting!"
Mo Xingyun frowned. He heard what sounded like a man lecherously discussing his own mother. The voice was familiar. It was the son of Dong Yuanhong, the burly young man Dong Hao who had been at the banquet earlier.
Another, more mature voice spoke. It was his father, Dong Yuanhong. "Keep your voice down! This place is full of martial arts experts, with eyes and ears everywhere. If the Immortal Palace people hear you, do you think we'll get off lightly!"
"Can't you control yourself! Staring at the mother and daughter like that with your dog eyes, what's the matter with you! Haven't you made enough of a fool of yourself at the banquet already? You've completely disgraced me!"
Dong Yuanhong seemed angry, but his tone wasn't very harsh, clearly doting on his son.
Dong Hao lowered his voice. "Yes, yes, Father is right. I just couldn't hold it back. You know, Father, I don't have many hobbies, but I love beautiful women the most. When I encounter top-quality goods like this, a fire just ignites in my heart. I'm itching so bad, I can't take it anymore!"
Dong Yuanhong whispered, "What's the rush? Haven't I already proposed a marriage for you to the Divine Emperor? He promised me this many years ago, and he agreed today. I expect your marriage to his daughter is just around the corner. Then, when our two families are united by marriage, that beautiful little vixen will be your wife. You can take her home and do whatever you want with her, can't you?"
Mo Xingyun's heart sank. This bastard father and son were a pair of real dogs. On the surface, they looked dignified and respectable, but behind closed doors, they were plotting such lewd and filthy things.
Dong Hao chuckled foolishly. "Good, good, thank you, Father. My happiness is all up to you then, hehe. But not only do I want to fuck that little girl, I want to have her slutty, big-assed mother too!"
Dong Yuanhong sneered, "Heh heh heh, speaking of which, that's not impossible."
Dong Hao asked eagerly, "Father, how do we do it? Tell me, quickly!"
Dong Yuanhong whispered, "After you marry her daughter, we'll be one family. She'll be your mother-in-law. You can come and go freely in the Immortal Palace under the pretext of family visits, and no one will dare to say anything. Then, you can find a way to seduce that slut Ning Xuefei. Aren't you quite skilled with this kind of beautiful, mature woman? I see that although she appears cold as ice, putting on the airs of Holy Empress, her dress is glamorous and revealing, and her figure is voluptuous and seductive. She exudes the air of a wanton woman. If you could even get your own Empress Auntie into bed, then all women are the same inwardly. They are repressed and lustful. Given time, I believe that slut won't be able to resist and will want a taste of a fine, strapping man like you."
Dong Hao laughed out loud. "Haha, well said, Father! But Auntie was just a slut herself. The old emperor probably couldn't satisfy her, so I was able to take advantage. I served her meticulously, fucking her inside and out. Speaking of which, Auntie was also involved with that Wei woman back in the day. I guess I've already beaten the Wei family in that respect!"
Dong Yuanhong leered, "Hmph! I won't interfere with your business with Feiyan, but you had better be careful. It's fun fucking women, but you must be careful not to be ruined by one. You must guard your tongue about what we discussed today. If word gets out and the Immortal Palace turns against us, we'll be in a passive position. Do you understand!"
Dong Hao agreed repeatedly, unable to suppress a lecherous laugh, as if he was already fantasizing about those unspeakably obscene scenes.
Overhearing the two men's shameless, lewd conversation, Mo Xingyun thought to himself that it seemed the people of the Heavenly Strategy Mansion were also only nominally allied with the Immortal Palace. They were secretly plotting their own schemes. These lechers clearly coveted his beautiful mother and sister.
Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind. The people who would know the password to the heavily guarded Xuan Palace treasury were likely only the Divine Emperor himself, or perhaps his mother, Ning Xuefei. Why not take advantage of the night's guests, when they would be occupied with entertaining them, to search his mother's room?
With this thought in mind, although he was a bit nervous, retrieving the family's secret treasure was the top priority and the first step in his grand plan of revenge. He made up his mind and headed towards his mother's living quarters.
He evaded the guards one by one along the way. He knew his mother's quarters were always located on the side of the central area. Ning Xuefei had grown up here and was used to it, so after her marriage, the place was kept in its original style. When she and Mo Xiupo returned to visit family, they would still stay here, so Mo Xingyun was also very familiar with the paths.
As he weaved through the palaces of the Immortal Palace, he recalled the faint memories of his childhood, when the three of them had been a happy family here. A sharp pain stabbed at his heart.
He used his demonic art to evade the guards and arrived at a palace built of white jade bricks and tiles. Just then, two maids walked out from inside. Mo Xingyun quickly hid to one side, concealing his presence.
"Hee hee, Her Majesty the Holy Empress seems to be in a rather good mood today. It's still early, and she's already dismissed us. Do you think she invited the Divine Emperor over tonight?" one maid asked with a giggle.
"It's been so long since she let him come. It's about time they performed their husbandly duties, don't you think? I see the Divine Emperor puts on a grand and imposing front, but he's actually quite afraid of his beautiful little wife. If the Divine Emperor weren't leading men out to deal with the demonic cult tomorrow, Her Majesty probably wouldn't have invited him so readily," the other maid said, covering her mouth and nose as she whispered.
"Speaking of which, the Divine Emperor and Her Majesty have been married for so long. For the past few years, Her Majesty has either lived here or alone at the Cloud-Retreat Courtyard. She's always been so cold towards the Divine Emperor. I wonder what he did wrong. What man could endure that?" the first maid said.
Listening from the side, Mo Xingyun felt a tremor in his heart. He knew exactly what the maids were talking about.
The two maids walked away, chatting and laughing. Mo Xingyun's feet felt as if they were possessed by a magic force, urging him forward. He knew he shouldn't go forward, but another magical voice whispered in his ear, "What's wrong? Don't you dare to look? That adulterous pair is busy rutting, too preoccupied to notice anyone else. Isn't this the perfect opportunity for you to sneak in and search for the password?"
"Get the password, get the treasure. Don't you want revenge? Your martial arts are so weak right now. If you don't do this, when will you ever be able to get your revenge!?"
With this demonic thought rising in his heart, he steeled his resolve. He poured all his internal energy into the [Hidden Dragon Demon Art], his form turning into that of an invisible ghost as he drifted from the side of the palace and entered through the main gate.
After entering the main gate of the living quarters, a passage led to the inner hall. A familiar, old feeling washed over him. The inner hall was once the bedroom of his father and mother. The space wasn't large, and the overall color scheme was gold with hints of pink, so clean it seemed immaculate. On the deep-pink, long-haired carpet, the grandeur looked incredibly romantic, and even the air seemed to carry the fragrance of his mother, Ning Xuefei.
Mo Xingyun's heart pounded wildly. Everything here was so familiar, as if it were exactly the same as when he left eighteen years ago. He was extremely nervous, as if fearing some immense terror was about to arrive, but he had to be here. Tonight was the perfect opportunity to get the password.
He gritted his teeth, fully unleashing his demonic art to conceal his presence as he slipped past the gold-and-pink folding screen partition. Without making a sound, he was inside his mother's bedroom. The moment he stepped past the partition, he felt an atmosphere of ambiguous debauchery, smelled a familiar, enchanting, and sweet fragrance, and his ears picked up faint, alluring sounds.
"Mm... mm... ah... gently... ah... ah!"
Faint, delicate, and charming moans echoed in the room, mixed with the slapping sounds of flesh on flesh. "pat! pat! pat!". And a man's low, guttural groans. The woman's wanton moans were sweet and sticky, carrying a soul-stirring charm and flirtatiousness. Her moans were restrained and demure, yet brimming with a spring-like, teasing, and mellow allure that would make any man who heard it blush and burn with heat.
Mo Xingyun didn't want to spy, but he couldn't help but see the scene the moment he entered. Fighting the violent trembling of his heart and the turmoil of his emotions, he walked into the bedroom, and the lascivious scene within immediately filled his eyes.
Even though he was mentally prepared, the sight struck him like a bolt of lightning. Blood rushed to his head, he swayed unsteadily on his feet, and nearly collapsed.
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