Chapter 955: 645: My Beloved Consort, How Are You?

Chapter 955: Chapter 645: My Beloved Consort, How Are You?

Seeing that the female disciples behind her were all so sensible, Su Hanyan finally felt at ease and said,

“My mission is very simple. You will follow this group of disciples entering the Tianchen World. Once you’re in Tianchen World, find my two direct disciples and have them go incognito and hide somewhere.”

“And deliver these two letters to them.”

Saying this, Su Hanyan took out two letters she had already written from her long sleeves.

Upon hearing Su Hanyan’s words, the female disciples were stunned for a moment.

They had thought it was some particularly important mission, especially since Su Hanyan had seemed so cautious and careful. But it was just this…

...

Was this considered an important mission?

Having Su Hanyan’s two disciples hide?

Why did they need to hide?

They didn’t understand.

But they didn’t ask further, and Su Hanyan continued, “Once this is over, I will take you on as my direct disciples.”

Hearing these words, the female disciples immediately became excited. Becoming a direct disciple of Su Hanyan was not something just anyone could achieve.

Su Hanyan, as one of only two Yin-Yang Realm powerhouses of the Misty Immortal Sect and a woman at that, was someone countless female disciples wanted to call their mentor. Unfortunately, she had initially only taken in two natives of the Misty World as her direct disciples.

The female disciples snapped back to reality, and excitedly said in unison, “Thank you, Elder Su. We will surely deliver the letters to our two fellow sisters!”

Su Hanyan went on, “Remember my words. After you enter the Tianchen World, act low-profile, do not clash with any power, and you just need to find your two fellow sisters.”

The women once again chorused, “Yes, Elder Su!”

Su Hanyan said, “Good, prepare yourselves and then follow those disciples to the Tianchen World.”

One of the female disciples then took the letters from Su Hanyan’s hand and said, “Your disciple takes her leave!”

As her words fell, they turned and left the mountaintop.

After the female disciples left the mountaintop, Su Hanyan stood at the summit, gazing at the distant mist, and muttered to herself, “I hope all of this is not too late!”

In fact, from the beginning, Su Hanyan had thought about sending someone to alert her two direct disciples. However, the first two batches of disciples had been personally arranged by Han Yuankai, and she was concerned that if she forcefully inserted someone, it would attract Han Yuankai’s attention.

She had never believed Han Yuankai would give up. Since Han Yuankai had spoken to her in that manner, he surely intended to use her two direct disciples as Furnace Cauldrons.

Moreover, she had a feeling that Han Yuankai had definitely sent disciples to capture her two disciples. Although her disciples were quite powerful, they were, after all, natives from a lower-level world with limited talent.

And since Tianchen World was an incomplete world, becoming a Celestial was extremely difficult; she guessed that neither of them had yet broken through to become a Celestial.

Without having become Celestials and with the limited Spiritual Energy in Tianchen World, they could not unleash their full strength and would not be a match for the disciples Han Yuankai had sent.

At the thought of this, Su Hanyan’s heart grew even more worried. She even suspected that her two disciples might already have been captured.

If they had been captured, Han Yuankai would surely hide them away until the restrictions of the Misty World lifted. By the time she entered the Tianchen Continent, she feared it would be difficult to see her two direct disciples again.

Su Hanyan let out a slight sigh. She felt genuinely disappointed in her mentor brother; although she understood that in the Cultivation World it was a case of the survival of the fittest, her mentor brother hadn’t been this kind of person in the past, there was still some humanity in him.

Now, Han Yuankai, for the sake of his own goals, was unscrupulous, acting however he wished, completely losing his image as an upright cultivator of the past.

Su Hanyan even doubted whether this had been Han Yuankai’s true nature all along.

If it was only toward outsiders, that would still be understandable, but he didn’t even spare his own people. Wu Junwan and Li Qianrou were after all her direct disciples, yet Han Yuankai was still fixated on them.

Because of this matter, Su Hanyan had even begun to consider leaving the Misty Immortal Sect. The sect had become so unrecognizable that she felt if she continued to stay, eventually her Dao Heart would shatter.

…

After Lu Chen revealed his identity to Mu Yunxi, she became extremely well-behaved and alluring. No matter how fierce Lu Chen became, she was able to take it, even giving Lu Chen some pleasant feedback.

At the same time, Mu Yunxi was deliberately practicing the Mysterious Female Technique, aiming to give Lu Chen the most perfect experience because who would dare offend the son of a Great Emperor?

But in the end, Consort Mu Yunxi was still a woman. In the face of Lu Chen’s various methods, it was difficult for her to maintain her self-awareness. Not long after, all she could do was to cry out in disorder.

At the same time.

Qingqiu Palace.

Liu Qingqiu was meditating in the pavilion when a maid, bubbling with excitement, entered the courtyard and rushed to report to Liu Qingqiu, “Master, great news! His Majesty has gone to Consort Mu’s place and is staying the night.”

Upon hearing this, Liu Qingqiu said indifferently, “It’s not his first time, and none of his visits ever resulted in him tormenting that woman.”

Liu Qingqiu longed to see Consort Mu Yunxi cry and wail pitifully, so she had specially instructed her maids and servants to inform her immediately if they heard that Lu Chen had gone to Consort Mu Yunxi’s chambers.

The few previous times when the servants told her Lu Chen had visited Consort Mu Yunxi’s bedchamber, she had immediately released her Spiritual Power to investigate what was happening inside. It turned out that at most, Lu Chen would just kiss and touch, and there had never been any more intimate interactions with Consort Mu, which left Liu Qingqiu greatly disappointed.

She had originally hoped to see the woman being tormented to the point of losing spirit, her eyes devoid of light, yet Lu Chen never laid a hand on her.

At this moment, Liu Qingqiu assumed that Lu Chen’s visit to Consort Mu today was likely just to tease her.

While Liu Qingqiu was thinking this, the maid quickly added, “Master, this time there are cries!”

Hearing this, Liu Qingqiu emitted a questioning “Hmm?” and immediately released her Spiritual Power to probe what was happening in Consort Mu Yunxi’s bedchamber.

Consort Mu Yunxi’s sleeping quarters were right next to hers, so it was quite easy for her to investigate the occurrences within.

Quickly she sensed Lu Chen’s movements in Consort Mu Yunxi’s room, feeling the two of them engaged in those acts, Liu Qingqiu sneered, “She really is a slut!”

Although she also cried and wailed when tormented, she was never as dramatic as Consort Mu Yunxi.

Liu Qingqiu then got up, flew directly to the roof of the neighboring bedchamber, and listened intently to the sounds coming from inside the room.

“Your Majesty, spare me…”

“Darling, your servant knows her mistake…”

“Good brother, mm…”

…

“My dear wife, your body is truly soft, just like fluffy cotton.”

…

Hearing Consort Mu Yunxi’s words and sensing her condition, Liu Qingqiu felt a surge of satisfaction.

After all, they were once allies, and allies were supposed to share hardships—how could she be the only one to suffer?

Liu Qingqiu didn’t ponder any longer. Given Lu Chen’s temperament and capabilities, Consort Mu Yunxi was bound to lose at least half her life.

Then she lightly kicked off, soaring back to her own bedchamber, withdrew her Spiritual Power, and stopped spying on the happenings next door.

It was better to watch less of such things; watching too much could stir up her own body’s restlessness, and that would be troublesome.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Lu Chen’s hand wandered over Consort Mu Yunxi’s skin, as white as snow, and while caressing her body, he said, “My beloved concubine, how is it?”

Consort Mu Yunxi, breathing as gently as orchids and with misty eyes, didn’t respond to Lu Chen’s question.

Now she only felt that she might have truly become Lu Chen’s Female Slave, unable to break away from this scoundrel. Moreover, since this scoundrel was the Great Emperor’s son, she feared that for the rest of her life she would have to serve as his Furnace Cauldron.

At that thought, Consort Mu Yunxi felt terribly unlucky to have fallen into this world, and even more so to have fallen into the hands of a Great Emperor’s son.

If it were an ordinary woman, she might rejoice at becoming the lover of the Great Emperor’s son, but not her. She was well aware of the fate that awaited the women of Great Emperor’s sons.

Firstly, he did not lack for women, so most likely he was just playing with her for amusement. If he grew tired of her, with a modicum of conscience, he would simply discard her, telling her to leave. If he were heartless, he would treat her as an object to gift away.

Furthermore, for sons of the Great Emperor like Lu Chen, the struggle for inheritance was often extremely brutal; in the end, only one prince would survive to take over Emperor Shenwu’s position. The remaining princes and the women around them would most likely be thoroughly eliminated.

Consort Mu Yunxi still aimed to ascend to empress and certainly didn’t wish to die so quickly.