A Storm is Brewing

As long as… he could use the power of the Nirvana Syrup to break through the bottleneck in one fell swoop and step into the dreamed-of Mahayana realm.

At that time, this so-called Wolf Clan royal city would be nothing in front of him!
He could take whatever he wanted, come and go as he pleased!
The humiliation and pain inflicted on him, he would return ten times, a hundred times over to that damned wolf demon!
He would definitely skin him, pull out his tendons, crush his divine soul, and make him sink into the abyss of despair for eternity.

“Hm?”

A subtle but extremely ominous palpitation came from the depths of his heart without warning, forcibly interrupting his reverie of revenge.
Mufeng’s brows locked tight instantly.

The love gu he planted in Ling Muxue’s body… was about to die?

This gu fed on the host’s lust and also acted like maggots in the bone, urging the host to sink into infatuation with him.

At this moment, the gu worm being on the verge of death meant only one thing—the feelings for him in Ling Muxue’s heart were rapidly disintegrating, and strong resentment and hatred had even been bred.

To this, Mufeng merely curled his lip indifferently, secretly saying “pity.”

That woman was just an idle chess piece he had casually placed.
The meticulously choreographed hero saving the beauty back then was just to set up an optional retreat route for stealing the Frost Moon Wheel.
Who could have expected that this idle chess piece would be surprisingly useful?

He had to “thank” that idiot for being smart enough to accidentally steal the Frost Moon Wheel and the Nirvana Syrup. Now she counted as a handy tool.

Now that the Nirvana Syrup was in his stomach, the goal was achieved.
This discarded piece that had lost its last shred of value, if lost, was lost.

As long as he ascended to the Mahayana realm and possessed power enough to look down on this place, what kind of tool couldn’t he find?

The cold light in his eyes suddenly intensified, sharp as a poisoned dagger, killing intent overflowing.

The moment of reckoning… was coming.

Those wolf demons who had touched his reverse scale, from the ants guarding the palace to that bastard named Lu Qiancha, and then to that Wolf Emperor Ling Ze sitting on the throne…

Not a single one would escape!

A sinister smile, mixed with cruelty and extreme bloodlust, slowly formed at the corner of his mouth, exuding a森 cold aura that froze the marrow.

However, what Mufeng didn’t know was that just outside this abandoned courtyard, in a dead angle that neither shadows nor cold wind could touch.

A Tribulation Transcendence realm shadow guard, whose aura was like ten-thousand-year-old ice and completely merged with the surrounding environment, was coldly watching every movement in the courtyard with emotionless eyes.

He was like a peerless fierce blade hidden in a sheath, just waiting for an order from above.

Whether to capture alive or kill on the spot.

It was all within his thought.

Inside Shuixian Palace, Lu Qiancha was leisurely enjoying the exquisite pastries sent by the palace maids.
Her posture was relaxed, waiting for a certain visitor.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

The knock on the door sounded on time, with a trace of imperceptible anxiety in the rhythm.

Lu Qiancha got up and opened the door, unsurprisingly meeting Ling Muxue’s face, which was written with haggardness and anxiety.

“So it is Her Highness the Princess gracing me with her presence,” Lu Qiancha raised her eyebrows slightly, revealing just the right amount of “surprise,” her tone carrying a bit of nonchalant teasing, “Why didn’t you inform me in advance?”

Seeing this handsome and indifferent face in front of her, Ling Muxue’s subconsciously clenched fists involuntarily loosened a bit.

A sense of inexplicable incongruity surged in her heart.
Strange, why had her hostility towards this Lu Qiancha faded so much?

No, that’s not right. It should be, why did she have such deep hostility towards Lu Qiancha before?

Just because of the verbal clashes? Or because of the trouble of taking care of Mufeng for those two days?
These reasons didn’t seem enough to support her intense disgust from before.

A trace of doubt quietly took root in her heart.
She frowned, trying to grasp this fleeting strangeness.

“If Her Highness the Princess has nothing to disturb me with,” seeing her just standing there dazed, a trace of impatience flashed in Lu Qiancha’s eyes, her voice turning cold, “forgive me for not keeping you company.
I am not an idle person with nothing to do.”

The sarcasm in Lu Qiancha’s words was clearly audible.

This cold order to leave instantly woke Ling Muxue from her brief confusion.

She suppressed the doubts in her heart, like a drowning person grasping at the last straw, her voice carrying a desperate urgency: “Lu Qiancha! Do you have the Nirvana Syrup? Please give it to me! Any treasure, any price, I can exchange for it!”

She went straight to the core, without another word of pleasantries.

“Nirvana Syrup?” Lu Qiancha pretended to think, and only spoke slowly after a moment, “I was indeed fortunate enough to be bestowed a bottle by His Majesty.
However…”

She deliberately dragged out the ending note.

“However what?!” Ling Muxue immediately pressed, the fire of hope igniting in her eyes, “What do you want? Just ask! Pills, magic treasures, titles, spirit stone mines… anything is fine!”

Lu Qiancha shook her head gently, a look of regret appearing on her face: “Princess, I am an alchemist.
That bottle of precious Nirvana Syrup has already been used by me as the core material for researching a new pill.”

Looking at Ling Muxue’s instantly frozen expression, she added the fatal blow at a steady speed, “In other words, that bottle of Nirvana Syrup has already been consumed completely.
Even if Your Highness offered an immortal pill to exchange with me at this moment, I couldn’t bring it out.”

“What?! You’ve already used it?”

Ling Muxue was struck by lightning, her pupils contracting violently, her face instantly turning as pale as snow.
She screamed in shock, her voice trembling with disbelief and hoarse with despair, “How could you use it… how could you… that was my… last hope…”

The light of hope in Ling Muxue’s eyes instantly extinguished, leaving only boundless grey despair, almost swallowing her.

“You really want the Nirvana Syrup?”

Looking at her lost soul appearance, Lu Qiancha suddenly asked back, her tone carrying a trace of inquiry.

“Yes… I really want it…” Ling Muxue’s voice was dry, filled with a self-deprecating sense of powerlessness, “But now, even if I want it more.
You can’t bring it out either, can you…”

Despair drowned her like cold seawater.

“Heh, that’s not necessarily true.”

Lu Qiancha chuckled lightly, then slowly spat out a few words.