The Yan King was stunned: “What?”

“I said, you’ve mistaken me for someone else.” Feng Miaojun spread her hands, “I am Queen Changle, nothing more!”

The Yan King didn’t get angry but smiled instead: “Don’t rush to deny it, this deal is negotiable.”

Feng Miaojun had also lost her patience, putting away her smile and saying: “I am not the Celestial Demon, it’s as simple as that. You’ll need to find someone else for your deal.”

The Yan King’s face was like frost: “How could it not be you!”

“An Xia had already been annexed by the Wei Kingdom, yet you forcibly made it independent again!”

“When Wei Kingdom destroyed Yao, you interfered, directly tearing Yao Kingdom into eastern and western halves.”

“When my great Yan was about to eliminate Xi Kingdom, you came to obstruct again!”

“Even in the Wei-Yan war, you intervened several times.” The Yan King’s voice grew increasingly sharp, “Besides it, who else could be such a source of chaos?”

Feng Miaojun stared at him steadily: “What do you mean?”

“The chaos caused by the Celestial Demon over these hundreds of years is just like this.” The Yan King said solemnly, “You once told me that chaos and suffering are the sources of ‘their’ power, as long as the world is not unified, they can remain in the world and survive even in a sealed state! Since Queen Changle appeared out of nowhere, which of your actions hasn’t been directed toward this goal?”

Feng Miaojun felt she had heard an earth-shattering secret, but she also found the Yan King’s stubbornness both amusing and exasperating: “If I were the Celestial Demon, why would I ally with Yun Ya and the Wei Kingdom?” As she spoke, she suddenly remembered rescuing Yu Haizhen at the Xi Kingdom frontline. At that time, someone had revealed her identity as the Queen of New Xia, and the Yan King had looked at her with extreme longing.

Perhaps what he longed for then wasn’t just the Yao Kingdom’s sacred vessel she kept hidden, but also her “identity”? After all, from the Yan King’s words, she understood that he had been searching for the Celestial Demon for many years.

“That’s your business, how would I know? I suppose it’s just to obtain the fragments and find the seal.” The Yan King responded without hesitation, “You fought with him for so many years without gaining the upper hand, this time you’re just using a different approach.”

“Your clan members have been sealed for over three hundred years, even if their souls haven’t scattered, they must be very weak by now. Yun Ya won’t give you the altar fragments he’s collected; once he summons the Realm God, your death day will come early.” He softened his tone, “I know you chose him instead of me to collect the fragments, but if you and I cooperate, we can each get what we need. I’ve already found the method to remove the seal; you no longer need him.”

“The method to remove the seal…” Feng Miaojun smiled slightly, “Let me ask you first, where are my clan members sealed?”

“Where else?” The Yan King said in a low voice, “This is also one of the benefits of your being the Queen of New Xia, isn’t it?”

“Benefits? Hmm, I see.” Feng Miaojun smiled cheerfully, her countenance as gorgeous as a hundred flowers blooming simultaneously, even making the Yan King momentarily dazzled, “But I’ll repeat once more, I am not the Celestial Demon, you’ve mistaken me for someone else.”

Without waiting for the Yan King’s response, she casually picked up a pebble from the ground and flicked it at the mirror held by the corpse puppet.

With a “ding” sound, it hit the mirror surface directly.

The image in the mirror immediately dispersed, and the water screen also fell back into the lake with a splash, creating ripples.

Thousands of miles away, the Yan King clenched his fist as he looked at the mirror surface.

Why did the Queen of New Xia deny it so firmly? Had he been wrong, was she truly not the Celestial Demon?

Then where was the real Celestial Demon? Regarding the Queen of New Xia, he should probe further.

On this side, Feng Miaojun smilingly pointed at the Water Moon Mirror: “This treasure is not bad, I’ll take it.” Since Female Drought had come to Ursel City to show off, she would confiscate this mirror as compensation.

The corpse puppet made no sound, and only slowly sat down, its gaze becoming increasingly hollow. Regardless of the outcome of Feng Miaojun and the Yan King’s conversation, its mission was considered complete.

Feng Miaojun realized that Ancient Drought, hidden elsewhere, was preparing to abandon this temporarily created wooden puppet, so she quickly said: “Wait, I have a question for you!”

The corpse puppet turned its head and looked at her.

“Why are you helping the Yan King?”

Unlike ordinary cultivators, drought corpses could use neither spiritual power nor elemental power. What method had the Yan King used to recruit her?

Such a powerful fighter, she wanted one too.

Ancient Drought slowly said: “He said he would help me find someone.”

“Who?”

“My husband.”

Just like that? Feng Miaojun waited for quite a while, but she had nothing more to say. “Can Drought also have dual cultivation?” Otherwise, as an already dead entity, why seek a partner?

“My husband from when I was alive.” The corpse puppet grinned, which made it look even more bizarre, “He’s the one who made me into a Drought.”

“Uh…” Love beyond death? This relationship was quite intense, “Any clues? Perhaps I can help too.” To be honest, Feng Miaojun truly didn’t want to be enemies with such a formidable expert; better to resolve one potential conflict than create another.

The corpse puppet shook its head: “He died over a thousand years ago; you won’t be able to find him.”

Feng Miaojun was greatly surprised: “Dead for a thousand years, reincarnated who knows how many times, where would you even begin looking?”

“I sought out Cao Budao, he directed me to join Zhao Hui.”

Feng Miaojun became even more curious: “Then how does the Yan King plan to help you?”

“Find the Celestial Demon; only it can see through the azure sky and discern cause and effect.”

Her eyes shifted: “Why didn’t that Cao fellow directly guide you to find the Celestial Demon?”

“The Celestial Demon is good at concealment and can confuse cause and effect. Even Cao Budao found it difficult to calculate its whereabouts, so he could only have me follow Zhao Hui. He holds high position and power, and has also dealt with the Celestial Demon.”

This didn’t make sense: “Why not have you find Yun Ya?” Yun Ya also held a high position and power and had dealt with the Celestial Demon more than once.

Female Drought’s answer was even simpler: “I don’t know.”

The ancient Drought was looking for a soul that had been reincarnated countless times, and indeed, it seemed only the Celestial Demon could help. Feng Miaojun’s eyes shifted slightly: “Why not change allegiance to New Xia? You’ve seen that the Yan King believes I am the Celestial Demon. His judgment must have some merit, right?”

The corpse puppet was expressionless: “You denied it.”

Feng Miaojun pursed her lips: “Why did your husband make you into a Drought?” Female Drought had used the word “make” rather than “transform,” indicating she had been manufactured, at least her husband was still alive at that time.

Feng Miaojun was versed in many secrets and knew that in ancient times, methods to create Droughts had circulated. But whether it was turning one’s wife into a Drought, or a Female Drought striving for a thousand years to find her husband, the emotions involved must be either deep hatred or ultimate love.

The corpse puppet did not react.

Feng Miaojun turned to look at it and found it lowering its gaze in silence, like a broken puppet.

Ancient Drought had cut off her connection with this puppet, abandoning it.

It seemed this question had no answer. Feng Miaojun sighed.

Thinking again about the Yan King, she felt a sense of absurdity.

To mistake her for the Celestial Demon, heh… but looking at it from another angle, if the Yan King had such thoughts, then what about Yun Ya?