Tong Yan was frightened pale, his mouth agape, unable to utter a word. For all his calculations, he never expected to be caught red-handed by Fu Huan today.

“Zhu Ling, why are you hiding?” Fu Huan ignored Tong Yan for the moment, pulling away Zhu Ling’s blanket and smiling.

Zhu Ling bit her lip, her eyes dodging about, unable to look Fu Huan in the face.

“You just said this was Leng Yuan’s idea?” Fu Huan looked at Zhu Ling, speaking calmly.

“I…” Zhu Ling opened her mouth but didn’t continue.

Fu Huan found a chair and sat down, her gaze sweeping over the two of them. “You two, do you want me to go to the Heavenly Emperor now, or will you honestly tell me about the deals you’ve made?”

“Especially you, Zhu Ling.” Fu Huan fixed her gaze on Zhu Ling, giving her a look that conveyed her meaning.

Zhu Ling trembled in fear.

She had been so unlucky lately, with everything falling on her head. Now she couldn’t afford to offend either side. It seemed she was doomed either way.

…

…

Leng Yuan had promised her an immortal position, but what about Fu Huan?

Yet if she didn’t reveal everything, judging by Fu Huan’s demeanor, she absolutely wouldn’t let the matter rest.

What should she do?

With these thoughts, Zhu Ling secretly pinched Tong Yan’s arm.

Tong Yan swallowed, composed himself, steadied his nerves, and looked at Fu Huan. “Zhu Ling and I are in love. I was planning to marry her in a few days anyway, and the Celestial Realm doesn’t interfere with the marriages of celestial attendants.”

“As for Upper Deity Fu Huan saying we’re scheming against the Heavenly Emperor, spoken words leave no proof. The Heavenly Emperor won’t believe it.”

Hearing this, Fu Huan let out a derisive laugh. “Indeed worthy of being the Heavenly Emperor’s attendant. Your courage is admirable.”

After speaking, Fu Huan turned her wrist, and a red conch appeared in her palm. Her gaze fell on Zhu Ling. “Leng Yuan has a purple conch, and you should know what it’s for. This red conch in my hand is even more powerful than hers.”

Fu Huan finished speaking, and a stream of spiritual power flashed in her palm. Then, from the red conch came the conversation she had heard outside the door earlier.

“…”

After the recording played, Tong Yan and Zhu Ling were ashen-faced, unable to utter a word of rebuttal.

“What’s your choice?” Fu Huan put away the red conch, eyeing the two.

“Zhu Ling, you’ve seen how Leng Yuan has treated me recently. Do you think she will fulfill those promises to you in the future?”

“You know so many of her secrets. I’m afraid after she gets rid of me, you’ll be the first one she’ll deal with.”

“If you don’t believe me, you can try and see.”

Zhu Ling bit her lip, her body trembling slightly. After hearing Fu Huan’s words, she raised her eyes. “Then what can Upper Deity Fu Huan promise me?”

“I can only promise you your current status. Beyond that, I can promise you nothing.” Fu Huan said.

Current status…

Zhu Ling silently repeated these words in her heart. Being content with her current situation—wasn’t that the best arrangement for her?

But she had been with Upper Deity Leng Yuan for so long. If she harbored disloyalty, it would likely be discovered very quickly.

Zhu Ling still felt conflicted.

“What does Upper Deity Fu Huan want us to do?” Tong Yan also stopped struggling, accepting his misfortune.

“Just follow my instructions.”

…

Fu Huan left Yan Pavilion. Zi Yu was waiting for her outside. Seeing Fu Huan, she approached. “I was worried, so I followed Master here.”

“Nanny Yu, go and summon two of Phoenix Feather Pavilion’s most capable subordinates to secretly monitor these two. If there’s any movement, come and report to me immediately.” Fu Huan said.

Zi Yu nodded.

Returning to Phoenix Feather Pavilion, Fu Huan was informed that Supreme Deity Wuji had been waiting in the main hall for a long time.

Fu Huan hurried to the hall. As soon as she entered, Supreme Deity Wuji was sipping tea in small mouthfuls. Seeing Fu Huan, before she could speak, he leisurely said, “The tea here is quite good.”

Fu Huan bowed slightly to Supreme Deity Wuji.

“No need for formalities. Have everyone leave. This deity has something to tell you privately.” Supreme Deity Wuji put down the teacup, his expression deepening.

Fu Huan glanced at Zi Yu.

Zi Yu understood and beckoned the others to leave.

In the hall, only Fu Huan and Supreme Deity Wuji remained.

“Now it’s just the two of us. Let me speak plainly.” Supreme Deity Wuji began.

Fu Huan nodded, waiting for him to continue.

“You must be clear about some of Si Qing’s matters. You’re a smart child and should know that no matter what, the Great Emperor Ziwei will never consent to you and Si Qing being together.” Supreme Deity Wuji said.

Fu Huan sat with a gloomy face, not knowing what to say.

“The matter with Chun Meng—you’ve taken too great a risk. Now that you’ve been caught, there’s bound to be a storm.”

Fu Huan sighed lightly, knowing that a storm was inevitable.

“Back then, how did Supreme Deity take Si Qing away?” After a while, Fu Huan spoke softly, inquiring about the past.

According to Father Ziwei, back then, Imperial Consort Qingzhi had given birth to a boy, but later a girl appeared. The only one who knew the truth about this was likely Supreme Deity Wuji.

Now that Supreme Deity Wuji had brought up the matter, she would take the opportunity to ask.

“Why don’t you ask why Chun Meng looks so similar to Imperial Consort Qingzhi?” Supreme Deity Wuji shifted the topic.

Fu Huan’s delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly as she looked at Supreme Deity Wuji.

“Qingzhi was this deity’s younger sister.” Supreme Deity Wuji’s tone was deep, his eyes filled with heavy sorrow as he mentioned Qingzhi.

“Back then, Qingzhi became involved with the Heavenly Emperor behind this deity’s back. At that time, she abandoned everything just to enjoy glory with the Heavenly Emperor. When this deity learned of this, I was furious and severed our relationship. Qingzhi never told anyone that she was this deity’s sister.”

“On the day everything was exposed, this deity hurriedly left, taking the young Si Qing away. I hastily found an orphan girl and had her swallow an appearance-changing pill, which is why she grew to look more and more like Qingzhi.”

“All these years, this deity has known he wronged Chun Meng, but it was the only way to protect Si Qing back then.”

Fu Huan listened quietly, her phoenix eyes filled with swirling thoughts. So Supreme Deity Wuji was Si Qing’s uncle, and everyone in the Celestial Realm had hidden themselves so deeply.

“Now, you and Si Qing are bound together. Not only have you incurred Leng Yuan’s jealousy and murderous intent, but you’ve also become entangled in Chun Meng’s situation. This is very unfair to you.”

“So, while everything can still be remedied, leave Si Qing.”

Fu Huan’s face completely fell. Why did everyone tell her this? Why wasn’t there a single person who approved of her and Si Qing being together?

“This deity knows you’re distressed, but you must weigh the pros and cons.” Supreme Deity Wuji tried to comfort Fu Huan.

After speaking, Supreme Deity Wuji saw Fu Huan’s gloomy face and sighed. He had intended to say more to her, but as the words reached his lips, he couldn’t bear to say them.

“Think it over carefully.” Supreme Deity Wuji finished speaking, stood up, and walked out.

Fu Huan sat alone, motionless.

…

More than an hour later, Leng Yuan arrived at Phoenix Feather Pavilion with a menacing air.

“Where is Fu Huan?” Leng Yuan saw that the main hall door was tightly closed, with only Zi Yu guarding outside. She looked at Zi Yu impatiently.

Seeing Leng Yuan, Zi Yu didn’t show a pleasant expression either. Out of courtesy, she bowed slightly to her.

“Upper Deity Fu Huan is in the main hall.”

“Bang…”

As soon as Zi Yu finished speaking, Leng Yuan swept her sleeve, forcefully pushing open the doors of the main hall and striding in.

Inside, Fu Huan, who had been sitting motionless in a chair, glanced up at Leng Yuan, narrowed her eyes, raised her hand, and struck at Leng Yuan with a palm.

Leng Yuan was prepared, drawing out spiritual power to block Fu Huan’s strike.

“Bang…”

With a tremendous sound, two figures quickly flew out of the main hall into mid-air, exchanging blow after blow.

The attacks from both were fierce, each strike aimed at the other’s vital points. In a short time, their fight attracted many onlookers.

Seeing that it was Fu Huan and Leng Yuan, the crowd was astonished, thinking their eyes were deceiving them. But in the next moment, they thought that perhaps the two sisters were just sparring.

After all, no one would believe that the two sisters would turn against each other.

In mid-air, Leng Yuan was fighting with great difficulty. She had heard that Fu Huan had only recovered half her cultivation, but why was just this half enough to easily deal with her?

Was the power of the phoenix truly so formidable?

If so, she needed to find a way to suppress Fu Huan’s phoenix power.

“The Heavenly Emperor is coming!”

Someone below shouted.

Hearing this cry, Fu Huan was momentarily distracted. In this moment of inattention, she was struck squarely in the chest by Leng Yuan’s palm.

“Puh…” Fu Huan’s blood surged upward, and she spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

“Seeking death!” Fu Huan’s fingertips conjured red flames, which she fiercely struck at Leng Yuan.

This ball of fire also hit Leng Yuan’s chest. Leng Yuan subsequently spat out several mouthfuls of blood. Their bodies slowly descended, landing on the ground.

Below, the Heavenly Emperor’s face was dark with anger as he looked at Fu Huan and Leng Yuan, both with blood on their lips. He angrily asked, “Can you tell me what you’re doing?”

“…”

Fu Huan said nothing, secretly circulating her energy to regulate her breathing.

Beside her, Leng Yuan knelt upright before the Heavenly Emperor, raised her eyes to look at him, and began to sob softly. “Reporting to the Heavenly Emperor, today Leng Yuan has been greatly wronged. You must uphold justice for me.”

“You are usually reserved in nature. Why did you come to blows with Fu Huan today?” The Heavenly Emperor frowned, glancing at Leng Yuan, then at Fu Huan, thinking to himself that they were truly troublesome.

“It’s about Lord Netherworld God.” Leng Yuan said.

Hearing that it was related to Si Qing, Fu Huan’s heart skipped a beat.

The Heavenly Emperor looked at Leng Yuan, gesturing for her to continue.

Leng Yuan wiped her tears and choked out, “Everyone in the Celestial Realm knows I love Lord Netherworld God. The Great Emperor Ziwei has even spoken to you about my marriage to Si Qing, but unexpectedly…”

The Heavenly Emperor’s expression grew increasingly unpleasant.

“Unexpectedly, Huan’er told me to give up Lord Netherworld God because she loves him, so Lord Netherworld God’s wife should be her!”

After saying this, Leng Yuan continued to cry incessantly. “But everything has its order. How can someone steal another’s love like this? I was upset and came to reason with Sister Fu Huan, but before I could say a word, she attacked me.”

“Fu Huan, is this true?”