They all became female demons after being reborn.

Chapter 2 Transmigrators and Reincarnators

Oh? Qingque isn't a "traitor" but a "loyal subject"? Could it be that she's actually a "traitor"?

Then I'll have to give Three Kingdoms Kill a good review.

Lost in thought, Wu Cheng asked, "Sister Qingque, what do you mean by 'make a move'? Wasn't Mei Daban supposed to escort me to the Wentian Sect?"

Qingque didn't speak. She placed the copper basin on the square table, then rolled up her sleeves and soaked the coarse cloth in hot water. After a moment, she took it out, wrung it out until it was half dry, and then turned and walked towards Wu Cheng.

Wu Cheng let her wipe his face, and as Qingque was about to leave with the copper basin, he chuckled and said, "Sister Qingque, it will rain heavily tonight, remember to get a good night's sleep."

Qingque suddenly turned around.

The dim candlelight reflected in her eyes and suddenly flickered.

She watched as the candle flame exploded, and memories of the past flooded her mind.

The sound of raindrops falling on the tiles outside the window is just as it was more than a decade later.

The rain was extremely heavy.

The white marble steps in front of the Taihe Hall in Lin'an were stained purplish-black with the blood of tens of thousands of people, and no amount of torrential rain could wash them clean.

His Highness leaned on a broken, chipped iron sword, surrounded by mountains of corpses.

He turned around and glanced at her through the torrential rain, his eyes still holding a smile, just like the chilly spring rain at the Dragon Gate Ferry.

His Highness, panting heavily, smiled at her, a smile tinged with deep weariness. "Ah Que, I still couldn't beat this 'game' in the end. Head south, don't look back, find a place where you can still reason things out, and get a good night's sleep."

Snapped.

The candle flame popped, producing a very faint crackling sound.

Qingque abruptly closed her eyes, abruptly cutting off that long and bloody nightmare.

When she opened her eyes again, the almost overflowing bitterness and stubbornness in them had been completely crushed deep within her.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and her expression returned to its usual indifference.

"This servant knows that Your Highness does not trust this servant."

Qingque turned around, picked up the copper basin on the table, and walked towards the door. "Your Highness only needs to know that everyone in this world hopes for Your Highness's death."

She stopped at the threshold, turned her back to Wu Cheng, and left with only a cold, resolute statement.

"Only this servant... wishes to see Your Highness live to be a hundred years old."

The door creaked shut, shutting out the sound of the rain outside.

She has something very important to do tonight.

Wu Cheng stroked his chin thoughtfully. "She knew I was faking it? But she didn't choose to tell the old eunuch, so she's one of us?"

It's not certain yet; perhaps it's just a test of him.

"The 'Why don't they eat meat porridge?' meme is still useful."

Downstairs that afternoon, he clearly felt that Megan Sheng's murderous intent vanished without a trace after hearing those words, like a fart blown away by the wind.

But that doesn't mean it's safe.

Megan Sheng is a rootless neuter.

A neutered dog will bite someone depending on its owner's mood.

Since that old eunuch dared to push him into the water at Longmen Ferry, it means that killing him was a plan set up long ago by some big shot in the capital.

If you don't kill him the first time, then there will naturally be a second and a third time.

The most important thing now is to improve our own strength!

If I'm strong enough, I can kill Megan Sheng and the Divine Pivot Camp with a single punch.

Wu Cheng secretly circulated his internal energy, feeling the surging true energy within his body, but his brows furrowed slightly. "It's a pity I have no idea what level I am at now."

The royal children of the Great Yu Dynasty had to learn martial arts from a young age. Before he broke through the mystery of his birth, he was in a daze all day long. He was tricked by some bastard prince into practicing a set of "The Heavenly Dao Scroll" that was left to gather dust in the library.

This book sounds impressive, but it's just clickbait. At best, practicing it will give you a minor cold or fever; anyone who tries it is a fool.

But who would have thought that this "Heavenly Dao Scroll" was truly an unparalleled divine skill!

However, the requirements for cultivation are extremely demanding; one must be free from thoughts and desires and not be attached to material things in order to cultivate.

For sixteen years, he had been mentally dull and detached from worldly affairs. Coupled with the life-or-death situation of suddenly falling into the water, he actually managed to open up all the acupoints in his body and break through to the point where this divine skill had become an inner sea!

"Unfortunately, I have no idea what level this is, and I don't know any martial arts moves at all."

Wu Cheng recalled the fighting techniques of the two martial arts practitioners who had just sparred. "They seemed so weak, but judging from the reactions of those bloodthirsty spectators, could it be that their martial arts skills were actually quite good?"

He pictured the two men's moves in his mind, and his hands unconsciously mimicked their gestures.

"Um?"

As if sensing something, Wu Cheng immediately closed his eyes tightly.

Before long, he suddenly opened his eyes and casually swung his fingers like a sword!

laugh!

A barely perceptible whooshing sound rang out, and a deep sword mark appeared on the wooden table in the room!

"I truly am a genius!"

The two men's sword and saber techniques weren't bad, but they lacked sufficient foundation and true energy to unleash their full power.

"Or perhaps I am too strong, and in a moment of enlightenment I have surpassed the limits of their sword and saber techniques."

"I just don't know if this would be a match for that castrated dog."

The thought of the shockwaves that Megan Sheng could unleash made Wu Cheng feel a little uneasy.

"Unfortunately, I have been living in a daze for the past sixteen years and have been confined to the Forbidden City. I have no concept of the strength of martial arts cultivation. However, if I had been born among the common people, I would probably be dead long ago."

Wu Cheng raised his hand and gestured a couple more times, then stroked his chin thoughtfully, "I have exceptional talent. If I can quickly grasp the sword and saber techniques of those two, can I also grasp the secret of projecting true qi?"

So he immediately sat cross-legged with his palms facing upwards. After a moment, he opened his eyes, slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, and said, "So that's how it is."

Then he stood up and slightly circulated his internal energy, and an invisible wave of energy suddenly burst forth from his body!

After gathering his strength, Wu Cheng smiled.

"The eunuch's invisible aura was less than a foot long, while mine was three feet long. This was only after I used three-tenths of my strength. However, this invisible aura was formless and consumed a lot of true energy, making it a mere showpiece. I wonder if that eunuch really only had this much power, or if he had other tricks up his sleeve. I need to test him further."

But no matter what, we must get rid of that castrated dog and those lackeys right here in this inn.

"I still have to go to the Wentian Sect. I don't understand the cultivation system and realms at all right now. The Heavenly Dao Scroll doesn't divide the differences between the different levels, but I always feel that it's not complete enough and seems to be missing something. I hope I can understand it when I get to the Wentian Sect."

"Besides, since I'm going as a hostage, my safety is actually guaranteed. I'll try to figure out the situation of this world later."

Having figured out his goal, Wu Cheng blew out the candle and went to bed.

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It was late at night, at the third quarter of the hour of Chou (1-3 AM).

The ten guards of the Shenshu Camp were divided into five groups and lived in two large shared rooms in the backyard.

"I wonder when this damn rain will stop!"

One of the guards emerged from the outhouse in the courtyard, cursing, but stopped in his tracks as soon as he stepped out, oblivious to the torrential rain.

Because there was a person standing under the old locust tree not far away.

A woman holding an oil-paper umbrella, her face obscured.

The next moment, the sword light tore through the rain!

The guard felt a chill in his throat and then completely lost consciousness.

The umbrella was slightly raised, revealing Qingque's clear and pretty face.

She strolled gracefully to the door of the large dormitory room on the right and gently knocked on the door.

Knock...knock knock...