If one-day Yunyai discovered she had borrowed his spiritual energy to kill his subordinate, what expression would he wear?

She didn’t want to know at all!

There was a small stream in the forest. Feng Miao Jun splashed some cool water on her face to refresh herself, then filled a leather pouch with water for the master and servant to drink.

By now, the night had grown deep, but fortunately, the official road wasn’t far. Jin’s capital was commercially developed, with carriages and horses on this road at all hours. Chen Da Chang spent heavily by the roadside and indeed hired a carriage to transport the three of them.

Motivated by ten taels of silver, the coachman whipped the horses nearly raw, speeding back to the capital like wind and lightning. Arriving at the Jin Palace gates, Feng Miao Jun hastily presented her token to the palace.

What happened afterward was no longer her concern.

In any case, the Yao prince was critically wounded, throwing the Jin Palace into chaos.

Knowing she couldn’t leave for a while, Feng Miao Jun simply found a nearby inn to spend the night. After experiencing the first fierce battle of her life, she felt physically and mentally exhausted, falling asleep before she could even reflect on the events.

Indeed, before the rooster’s crow, the palace had already sent someone to summon her.

Feng Miao Jun yawned while combing her hair and dressing, admiring her foresight.

Upon reaching the inner palace, Li Xi, the Jin King’s chief eunuch, greeted her with a smiling face, personally leading the way: “Miss Feng has accomplished a great deed this time!”

Feng Miao Jun put on a troubled expression: “I can’t think of what reward would be appropriate, since I can’t be given official rank.” As a disciple of the State Master, she couldn’t hold even a minor official position, so Li Xi could only address her as “Miss.”

Li Xi laughed: “As long as you relieve His Majesty’s worries, Miss Feng’s future will certainly be limitless.” The young lady’s pretense of greed wasn’t offensive; rather, it had a certain honest charm.

It seemed that whether in past dynasties or future generations, eunuchs’ skill at flattery was always refined to perfection. Feng Miao Jun also smiled, pretending to understand his meaning.

Entering the Jin King’s study, the Luqin Pavilion, both the Jin King and Mo Ti Zhun were present, even more spirited than herself.

The Jin King’s eyes were bloodshot, looking as if he hadn’t slept all night, his expression quite gloomy. But upon seeing Feng Miao Jun, he still managed a slight smile: “You did well, very well. If Miao Feng Xian had died in Jin’s capital, I would have had difficulty explaining to Yao country!”

Feng Miao Jun bowed to him with humility, then said: “I’m pleased to relieve Your Majesty’s concerns.”

Mo Ti Zhun said from the side: “Tell us the whole story in detail.”

Feng Miao Jun didn’t conceal anything, narrating her heroic rescue of Yao’s second prince from beginning to end. When the Jin King and Mo Ti Zhun questioned, she answered everything.

Hearing the dangerous parts, the Jin King’s expression changed repeatedly, finally letting out a sigh of relief, saying to Mo Ti Zhun: “Your disciple is truly a bringer of good fortune.”

Feng Miao Jun smiled, unconvinced.

Having spent three years with her, how could Mo Ti Zhun not see through her thoughts? He laughed and scolded: “Encountering Huang Qiu Wei, it’s remarkable you survived, let alone killing him!”

She blinked her eyes: “Is this person famous?” Last night’s battle had been heart-stopping. In a confrontation, she knew she was no match for the monster. If not for several coincidences linked together, it would have been Miao Feng Xian’s head severed rather than the xingxing’s.

Indeed, she wasn’t yet qualified.

“Eight years ago, when Yunyai became Wei’s State Master, he brought Huang Qiu Wei along,” Mo Ti Zhun explained to her. “This was a great demon that roamed the three kingdoms, with powerful cultivation, having devoured countless people. Each kingdom sent cultivators to hunt it down many times, but none could bring it to justice. Unexpectedly, it was finally subdued by Yunyai, willingly serving Wei country.”

Her tongue stretched out long, unable to retract. So this monster was Yunyai’s staunch follower—not good, not good at all. She had killed his loyal fan; would Master Yunyai investigate her thoroughly?

She hoped his intelligence network wasn’t that effective.

“With your cultivation level, facing him directly would probably get you killed with one blow,” Mo Ti Zhun and the Jin King were equally curious. “What method did you use to drive him mad?”

Feng Miao Jun spread her hands, revealing an ant nest in her delicate palm, her small face blooming into a flower: “Master’s gifts are still the most useful, saving this disciple’s life at the critical moment!”

Against such an experienced great demon, her minute chance of victory came from Mo Ti Zhun’s gift. She had quickly dispatched the black-clothed man in the dense forest and returned just in time to see the green-armored warrior pinning the xingxing to the ground. She wouldn’t miss such a heaven-sent opportunity, so she ordered the heart-devouring ants in the nest to attack.

These little creatures moved with lightning speed, even smaller than ordinary ants, crawling up the xingxing’s fur from the ground and entering through its ears and nose—they generally weren’t afraid of cultivators’ protective energy. The great demon was busy trying to kill Miao Feng Xian; how could it notice these inconspicuous little ants on its fur?

Most creatures’ ears and noses have channels directly leading to the brain, and the heart-devouring ants, despite their name, wouldn’t spare the brain either. Feng Miao Jun usually complained that these big-bellied fellows ate too much, only feeding them half-full, but now with the chance to feast on a free buffet, which ant wouldn’t eagerly move all six legs?

Moreover, cultivators’ flesh and blood were filled with spiritual energy, especially attractive to such unusual species.

Huang Qiu Wei realized something was wrong only after falling victim to the sneak attack, but had no way to split open his skull to dig them out. The pain of having his brain eaten alive was unbearable even for such a powerful cultivator, resulting in him being hacked to death by a novice and a severely wounded man.

Upon hearing this, the Jin King and Mo Ti Zhun looked at each other, never expecting the fierce great demon to die in such a frustrating way. Finally, the Jin King slapped the table and roared with laughter: “Serves him right! It was Huang Qiu Wei’s bad luck, Wei country’s misfortune!”

He had been frowning with worry for two days, only now feeling relief, secretly thinking: could this be heaven’s will? Great Jin still had much good fortune, enabling the young lady to save Miao Feng Xian’s life. Looking at Feng Miao Jun now, the once delicately carved jade doll had grown into a rose about to bloom—even before fully blossoming, her radiance was dazzling. It wasn’t difficult to imagine her future splendor.

Among the many beauties in the Jin Palace, barely two could match her.

Such a peerless beauty, emerging from under the State Master’s wing—truly something for the capital’s noble sons to sigh over.

No, that wasn’t right. The Jin King suddenly realized her true identity was the princess of the fallen An Xia kingdom, and Mo Ti Zhun taking her as a disciple was merely a façade.

This charade had gone on so long that even he had come to believe it.

The Jin King became even more pleased. Of course, before her true identity was revealed, no nobleman could marry her.

Feng Miao Jun, seeing his smile suddenly become particularly affectionate, inexplicably felt a chill.

At this moment, Mo Ti Zhun sighed: “Huang Qiu Wei must have had many more tactics he hadn’t yet deployed, but he fell victim to your trap and died in resentment. If he had released even one more attack, neither you nor Miao Feng Xian would have survived by luck.” After a pause, he added, “From your description, Miao Feng Xian’s cultivation exceeds our expectations, which is good.” Otherwise, he wouldn’t have lasted until meeting Feng Miao Jun.

The Jin King clapped his hands and asked Feng Miao Jun: “Little Fortune Bringer has accomplished a great deed—what reward would you like this time?”