Chapter 65 Defeat at Blue Pavilion Station

ing, and no one mentioned Crown Prince Rong again. Back then, what happened could be summed up in a few sentences, but behind this could there have been countless struggles How did the will leaving Cr...Chapter 65: Defeat at the Azure Pavilion

Avoiding to the left, that fog pursued him on his left; avoiding to the right, it followed him on his right. Retreating backwards, the fog still chased after him relentlessly. Mobilizing internal power was like hitting cotton with great force—it had no effect in dispersing the mist. Azure Pavilion had never felt so helpless and powerless before. Regardless of what he did, he couldn't find a way to counter this mysterious fog.

"Brother Azure!" The two little girls seemed frightened, crying out simultaneously.

Today, Yun Qianyue was determined to teach Azure Pavilion a lesson. She hadn't learned spiritual arts before and her martial skills were ineffective against him. But three days ago she had learned this kind of spiritual art from her father. Although he only taught her how to change her appearance, she herself was extremely intelligent and adept at applying what she learned in new contexts. She felt that an attack like this couldn’t be underestimated; today's practice with Azure Pavilion proved very rewarding.

The courtyard gate witnessed a lively scene of chase and evasion.

Rong Jing stood by idly for quite some time, until Azure Pavilion’s hairpin fell off and his sash was disheveled. He then waved to stop Yun Qianyue with a low, cold voice tinged with gentleness: "Enough! Don’t play around anymore! Grandpa must be worried sick; let's go inside."

Knowing that Rong Jing had reservations about spiritual arts, Yun Qianyue called it quits and withdrew her energy. She couldn't persist much longer anyway. Not looking at Azure Pavilion’s disheveled appearance, she shot a glare at him and smiled: "I’m teaching this lecherous man a lesson; you should’ve helped if you could! How can you say I was playing"

"It looked very much like play." A hint of amusement shone in Rong Jing’s eyes.

"Are you not ashamed to be my mother's son" Yun Qianyue shook the veil she held, asking with a smile.

"I’m not! The Young Master Azure is a standout among the ten great clans for his martial prowess." Rong Jing looked deeply into Yun Qianyue’s face.

Only then did Yun Qianyue remember that she had transformed to resemble Li Yun from her previous life. Although Li Yun's looks were inferior to Yun Qianyue's in beauty, they were still of top-tier quality. Back then, when she entered the National Security Bureau with such a face, she faced countless doubts but managed to establish herself by virtue of her extraordinary abilities. No one talked about it afterward. How distant was that memory and appearance! She suddenly felt melancholic; even though she now looked like Li Yun, things had changed, and she wasn't who she used to be.

Seeming to sense Yun Qianyue’s dejection, Rong Jing tightened his grip on her hand: "Let's go!"

"Alright." Yun Qianyue replied with a nod. She put the veil back over her face and followed Rong Jing inside without glancing at anyone.

Azure Pavilion didn’t obstruct their way this time; he stood not far away, his complexion alternating between pale and flushed as he watched them leave. His eyes differed greatly from his expression—somewhat bewildered and puzzled.

The two little girls got to see Yun Qianyue’s face just as they wished. They found her beautiful but extraordinarily so. Especially her cool and dignified temperament was more striking than her looks. Even if they didn't want to admit it, they still felt these two were the most suitable match.

Only when the two disappeared into the inner courtyard did the girls regain their composure, exchanging a glance with red-rimmed eyes but holding back tears.

"What’s so good about Chu Rong to make you cry" Azure Pavilion also turned his gaze away and tidied up his disheveled green hair and clothes. He glanced at them once and frowned lazily.

"Brother Azure!" The two little girls seemed scared of him, tears welling in their eyes.

"Alright, alright! There are plenty of good men among the ten great clans; one more or less doesn’t matter!" Azure Pavilion soothed them.

The girls still felt down but didn't want to cry out loud. They nodded instead. In their minds, although there were many good men in the ten great clans, Chu Rong was just that one person!

A moment later, Miss Lan asked Azure Pavilion: "Brother Azure, have you ever met this Red Pavilion’s young lady before"

"Never." Azure Pavilion shook his head. After fixing his sash, he toyed with the twelve-bone jade fan in his hand without any intention of leaving.

“She's so amazing! What kind of martial art is that” Miss Lan asked again.

Azure Pavilion shook his head and said: "Never seen."

"Brother Azure, can’t you tell what kind of martial art she used It’s so magical, like a cloud. She actually broke through your internal power and penetrated your fan!" Miss Hua whispered.

"The great world has everything under the sun. There are always people beyond people and skies beyond skies; I don't find this strange." Azure Pavilion seemed to smile with an inexplicable tone, “I thought she was a former acquaintance, but turns out not.”

“Brother Azure, which acquaintance” Miss Hua asked curiously.

Azure Pavilion put on a smile and collected his emotions. "This Red Pavilion’s young lady is rather interesting! Chu Rong actually married her without anyone noticing. Truly unexpected."

"Chu Brother has always been elusive, seldom making appearances. In recent years, Red Pavilion hasn’t taken any significant actions either; they’ve kept very low profiles. If you think about it this way, Chu Brother must have had connections with Red Pavilion for a long time! It's possible that Auntie from the Chu Family married someone from Red Pavilion back then too! So it makes sense for him to marry Red Pavilion’s young lady now." Miss Lan commented.

"Heh, you little ones are good at guessing. But who knows" Azure Pavilion chuckled and said idly.

Hearing Azure Pavilion's words, the two girls felt better inside. If Master Chu had known the Red Pavilion’s young lady for a long time, being close to her gave him an edge; they didn’t have a chance, so it wasn't their fault. But they still couldn’t shake off a sense of dissatisfaction.

The three fell silent and didn’t leave either.

The three were still talking when Rong Jing and Yun Qianyue had already entered the inner courtyard and arrived at a main residence.

"Patriarch!" The gatekeeper of the main residence greeted respectfully.

Rong Jing responded, pulling Yun Qianyue inside.

Yun Qianyue observed that this residential area was grand and imposing, unlike the elegant one where she had stayed. Several elderly men stood at the entrance to the main house. Among them was Uncle Seven who had greeted Rong Jing outside the Ten Miles Peach Blossom Grove. She guessed these elderly men were likely elders from the Chu family clan.

"Patriarch!" When they saw Rong Jing arrive, several of them hurriedly responded.

Due to the Ten Great Families being prestigious clans hundreds of years ago, the hierarchical distinctions were even stricter. Even though these elders could be considered as seniors to Rong Jing, they still had to pay their respects according to the hierarchy, showing great reverence.

"Hmm! Is Grandfather here" Rong Jing spoke tersely.

"The Elder Patriarch is here! Knowing that the Patriarch brought... brought Red Pavilion Young Lady..." An elder seemed unsure how to address Yun Qianyue and paused, still referring to her as 'Red Pavilion Young Lady'.

Yun Qianyue recognized his voice from when he had greeted Rong Jing at the Chu family’s gate earlier. He was old but had sharp eyes that did not reveal his age; clearly, he was highly skilled in martial arts.

"She's my wife!" Rong Jing corrected him.

The elder quickly lowered his head, "Yes! Wife... greetings to the lady!

“Greetings to the lady!” The other elders also bowed simultaneously.

A faint smile curved Yun Qianyue’s lips. She thought Rong Jing's action of introducing her as his wife truly took everyone by surprise! Her voice was clear and cold yet amiable, nodding with a smile, "Greetings to the gentlemen, no need for formalities!"

"Today we have nothing urgent; uncles can rest. We'll go in to see Grandfather!" Rong Jing's eyes just now darkened but now showed a satisfied smile as he led Yun Qianyue into the main house.

The pearl curtains were lifted and then dropped again, their figures having already entered.

A few elders glanced at each other; all looked somewhat baffled. After a moment, they seemed to sigh in unison, shaking their heads as they excused themselves and left together. They had originally come to see the appearance of Red Pavilion Young Lady but unexpectedly she still wore her veil when visiting the Elder Patriarch. Seeing how protective the Patriarch was, they did not dare make further requests. Well then, they could only give up for now! Anyway, Blue Family's matter probably wouldn't be resolved in a day tomorrow anyway; Patriarch would certainly stay two days. They can wait for another chance to meet!

This main room was twice as large as the one where Rong Jing’s mother lived. Without mentioning its furnishings, all were exquisite antiques and treasures. Worth noting was an enormous steamer-like device in the center of the house, beneath which dry wood burned while steam rose above it. No, perhaps not just steam; more accurately, alcohol vapor. The moment you entered, a strong smell of wine hit your nose.

An elderly man with white hair was bent over adding fuel to this steamer.

Though autumn had come, the weather was still warm. However, even with the burning wood inside, it wasn't stuffy; clearly related to the cold stone bricks laid underneath which absorbed and dispersed heat underground.

In the room, there was only the elderly man; no one else or servants around.

Yun Qianyue guessed that this old man must be Rong Jing’s grandfather! So he's an avid wine maker!

"Grandfather!" Pulling Yun Qianyue to stand three feet away from the steamer, Rong Jing called out softly.

The elderly man hummed in response, not lifting his head: "Brought your wife"

"Yes," Rong Jing nodded.

Yun Qianyue thought that transitioning from being a wife to a lady and then back to a bride was quite difficult. But she adapted well; no blushing, no jumping up in protest or arguing—was this adapting too perfectly

"Call out Grandfather," the elderly man still did not raise his head, addressing Yun Qianyue.

"Grandfather!" Yun Qianyue called as instructed, finding it quite natural to say so.

"Can you make wine" The old man’s voice was neither approving nor disapproving as he asked.

Yun Qianyue's eyes flickered; instead of answering, she countered: "What difference does it make if I can or cannot brew wine"

"If you can brew wine, then you're my grandson’s wife. If not, then you’re not," the old man said.

Yun Qianyue was speechless. How direct! Turning to look at Rong Jing, he smiled warmly at her. She wanted to say that his previous description of his grandfather as a smiling tiger or black centipede was incomplete; it should have been called wine crazy!

"Little girl, don't be evasive; trying to get by with half-truths won’t work!" The old man snorted.

"Let's put it this way! If you consider yourself a brewer with the skills you have, then I'm not one." Yun Qianyue shook her head. "The methods I know are different from yours."

The old man suddenly stood up and was right in front of Yun Qianyue.

Yun Qianyue's composure remained intact, and she wasn't startled by his sudden movement. She could now clearly see the old man's face. Perhaps he had been handsome when younger, but with age, his hair and beard turned white, making him look like a grandfather rather than an attractive man. The only thing that was evident was how profound his martial arts skills were. His sharp eyes gleamed without any cloudiness, indicating he was no fool.

"You say I'm not a brewer Little girl! You're talking big!" The old man stared at Yun Qianyue's eyes peeking out from under her veil. Not only did he lack amiability, but his gaze turned sinister.

Yun Qianyue thought Rong Jing’s description was apt; this indeed looked like a black centipede. She nodded. "It's not boasting, it's the truth. I never exaggerate my own strengths or what I know."

Sounding very humble.

The old man snorted. "Then try brewing yourself. If you do well, I'll let you pass. But if you don't, out of the peach grove with you!"

"I've traveled far and am rather tired! Can't brew." Yun Qianyue released Rong Jing's hand and spread her arms wide.

"Since you arrived here, this boy has cherished you. He let you sleep in the room for half a day. How can you still be tired" The fierce gaze in his eyes did not lessen. After speaking, he glared at Rong Jing, "Spoiling your wife like that, no good!"

"A wife is naturally to be cherished once married!" Rong Jing smiled.

"Have you married her Just taking a title! Don't pretend in front of me. Your little affair with this young lady in the Holy Capital still hasn’t escaped my notice." The old man snorted in disdain.

Yun Qianyue wondered if people returned to childhood when they aged. Did Rong Jing’s grandfather seem like her own

"I'll marry her eventually!" Rong Jing's smile didn't waver.

"Brewing! If you don’t want to brew, I won't accept it!" The old man flung his sleeve and sat down on a large chair beside him.

Yun Qianyue looked at Rong Jing; her eyes asking if she should really become the wine maiden.

Rong Jing gave her an indifferent look, indicating that it was up to her. If she didn't want to be a wine maiden, then so be it. However, this old man was stubborn, and failing would cause trouble.

Their eyes met for a moment. Yun Qianyue bowed her head in resignation and thought about what to do. She looked up at the old man as if making a deal: "I won't work hard here just to brew wine for you; I'm tired and want to rest. But I can give you a recipe. If you don’t need the recipe, then for Rong Jing’s sake, I’ll brew it. However, I definitely won’t let you know how I made it. Even if you watch me closely, without my method, you cannot replicate my wine. Wanting me to personally make it Just once and you will get a taste of my wine. But if you want the recipe without me doing it myself, then every day you live longer means an extra drink from your own brewing. Choose one."

"Little girl, are you still negotiating with me" The old man was furious. "Have you learned to respect the elderly"

Yun Qianyue shook her head. "No!"

"You're going to marry such a lazy and uneducated woman A disgrace to me, an old man!" The old man turned towards Rong Jing.

"This is the one I’ve chosen for life, there’s nothing I can do about it. Perhaps I’ll try being more patient with her." Rong Jing seemed quite helpless as he said this.

"No good! Truly no good!" The old man was enraged and pointed at Rong Jing, seemingly very angry. After pointing for a moment, his hand suddenly changed its direction, beckoning Yun Qianyue over, "Little girl, come write the recipe."

Yun Qianyue suddenly felt pleased and walked quickly to him.

Rong Jing naturally followed behind her. However, when he took just two steps, the old man swung his large hand without hesitation, striking Rong Jing with a strong palm strike. The force was powerful like waves crashing against mountains; though Rong Jing dodged lightly, he was still pushed back to his original position.

"Stand there and wait!" The old man retracted his hand, issuing an order.

Rong Jing rubbed the side of his head with his hand, obediently standing still without moving further.

Yun Qianyue glanced back at Rong Jing, secretly amused. She wondered if he was so respectful to this grandfather in front of the old king in the Rong王府 (Palace). It seemed he held this grandpa in high regard.

"Write!" The old man pointed at the paper and pen on the desk.

Yun Qianyue was grateful for her previous life, where she had various interests and once visited a winery. Though she hadn’t personally brewed wine herself, she knew all about it theoretically. She nodded, picked up a brush, and wrote down a set of brewing methods using modern techniques, clearly listing equipment, materials, processes, and more.

The old man stared at Yun Qianyue’s pen strokes; his face remained unchanged throughout.

After about an incense stick's time (about 15 minutes), Yun Qianyue finished writing. She put down the brush and saw the gleam in the old man's eyes clearly. Smiling sweetly at him, she asked, "Grandfather, is this satisfactory"

The old man didn’t lift his head but waved a hand dismissively. "You may leave!

Yun Qianyue was speechless. Was that all She passed the test After working hard, she got a "roll out" instead.

"What's wrong Don't you want to leave Are you waiting for me to invite you out" The old man looked up and glanced at her when he saw Yun Qianyue not moving.

Yun Qianyue felt frustrated. This old man made her want to pull his beard, but she couldn't succeed in terms of martial arts! She was definitely no match for this old man.

"Grandpa! Didn’t you forget something" Rong Jing reminded him.

"What's it" The old man’s old eyes were focused on the wine formula, unable to move them away.

"The gift for meeting your granddaughter-in-law!" Rong Jing lightly opened his thin lips.

The old man reached into his chest and took out a piece of paper without looking at it before throwing it to Yun Qianyue, "Here!"

Yun Qianyue reached out to take the paper. She wondered if a piece of scrap paper was all it would take to send her off This gift was too light!

"Let's go!" Rong Jing glanced at the paper in Yun Qianyue’s hand and seemed to show a smile as he turned around with a smile.

Yun Qianyue thought that the old man wouldn’t really hold a piece of scrap paper. She said thank you, "Thank you, Grandpa!" Then she also turned around.

The old man harrumphed. "This stinky brat just wants this! Otherwise do you think he would bring you here to make me angry Stinky thing, my daughter didn’t have so many tricks back then; all these tricks come from the Glory王府."

Yun Qianyue’s footsteps stopped and she turned around.

The old man waved his hand at her. "Hurry up! Don't disturb me while I am making wine!"

Yun Qianyue turned away to see that Rong Jing had already left the room. She put the paper in her sleeve and quickly followed him out. As she arrived at the door, she saw Rong Jing standing tall on the steps, his black brocade robe like a dark night sky. He was clear and sharp-looking. Her footsteps paused as she reached for his hand with a smile and asked, "What’s so special that you’re thinking about it"

"You’ll know when we get back!" Rong Jing smiled at Yun Qianyue after bringing his gaze from the sky.

Yun Qianyue nodded. Since the paper was in her sleeve, she didn’t ask again and followed Rong Jing out of this courtyard.

When they reached the entrance of the courtyard, Yun Qianyue saw that Cang Ting and those two little girls hadn’t left and were obviously waiting for them to come out. Her eyes flickered as she thought that he had just looked at her appearance, so he shouldn’t be able to recognize her.

"Brother Chu!" The two little girls called out more quietly this time, somewhat timid.

Rong Jing "hmmed" and his tone was a bit cold.

The two little girls’ faces darkened as they came over to apologize to Rong Jing together. "Brother Chu, sorry, we were rude just now!"

Is this the way of showing respect after using force Yun Qianyue thought that these two little girls were quite interesting. Either they’re really pure or very unwilling.

"Only once!" Rong Jing’s voice was still cold.

"Yes!" The two nodded together.

"Does the head of Chu House not know how to cherish delicate flowers and beauties, or does he only show this side towards the Young Lady Red Pavilion" Cang Ting asked with a smile. It seemed that his humiliation from being attacked by Yun Qianyue’s spiritual energy at the door earlier had vanished.

"Cang Junior Master isn’t done playing yet" Rong Jing looked sharply at Cang Ting.

"A little!" Cang Ting admitted without hesitation.

"I’m sorry, my wife would only play if she thinks the person is worth her efforts. Clearly, just now, Cang Junior Master didn’t meet the criteria." Rong Jing left a sentence and pulled Yun Qianyue to leave.

"Yun Qianyue!" Cang Ting suddenly called out.

Yun Qianyue seemed not to hear him as she followed Rong Jing step by step, without even changing her pace.

"Brother Cang, who is Yun Qianyue" Miss Hua asked curiously.

"Is it the Miss Shallow Moon from the Cloud Manor in Holy Capital City" Miss Lan also asked.

Cang Ting didn’t speak and stared at Yun Qianyue’s back. His eyebrows were deeply furrowed, his phoenix eyes deep and unfathomable. After a moment, he was about to answer them when he heard Yun Qianyue's calm and restrained voice from ahead, slightly disdainful, "Ziguai, is the head of Cang Family out of his mind"

"Hmm, it's about that time; ignore the outsiders," Rong Jing's voice was cold but a hint of tenderness could be detected.

"Hmm!" Yun Qianyue softly responded.

Immediately after, the two turned around the corner of the high wall and hid their figures.

Cang Ting's face changed several times as he clenched his twelve-section bone fan with a creaking sound. His thin lips were pursed tightly, and his aura could freeze everything within three feet.

"Big Brother Cang!" the two young girls looked at him somewhat fearfully; clearly, they had never seen him turn so pale before.

Cang Ting withdrew his coldness, gently flicked his sleeve, glanced at them once, and said, "It's getting late. You should go home! Chu Rong isn't suitable for you, don’t fantasize about it." With that, he took a step towards the Lan family.

The two young girls no longer spoke; they bit their lips as they watched him leave. As Cang Ting’s figure grew distant, they exchanged glances and gloomily turned to leave. Through today's糾纏, they had realized that the person in question never even acknowledged them. Moreover, the Red Pavilion mistress was very formidable; even a high-level expert like Big Brother Cang couldn’t deal with her. They definitely didn't have the ability to defeat her.

Feeling heartbroken and on the verge of despair, their hearts were shattered.

Returning to where they had initially stayed, a man outside the door quietly reported to Rong Jing, "Headmaster, Feng Jìn has come!"

Feng Jìn Yun Qianyue hesitated in her steps.

"Where is he" Rong Jing glanced at Yun Qianyue and asked.

"Feng Jìn is in the front hall! As you instructed, if he comes, I brought him here," the man said softly.

"Hmm!" Rong Jing responded, pulling Yun Qianyue towards the front hall.

Yun Qianyue thought that she had told Feng Jìn to come but hadn't specified her identity. Since he was waiting here now, it appeared that Rong Jing must have informed him. She glanced at Rong Jing sideways and didn’t speak.

The two arrived in the front hall; Yun Qianyue could see through the beaded curtain a man lounging on a chair playing with his jade pendant idly. How long had it been since she last saw Feng Jìn It wasn't that much time, but it felt like ages. He seemed to have lost weight, but his temperament and habits hadn’t changed at all; he sat improperly and stood awkwardly just like her. They say birds of a feather flock together. Since Feng Jìn had grown up with her, they naturally shared many similarities.

At the sound of footsteps, Feng Jìn lowered his head to look towards the door entrance. Seeing them, he seemed surprised for a moment and then gave an indifferent expression.

"What is that face you're making" Yun Qianyue couldn't help but ask.

"I suddenly thought of the story about your online persona that you told me," Feng Jìn said.

The corner of Yun Qianyue's mouth twitched as she recalled telling him that joke. He was using that to mock her for wearing a mask. She let go of Rong Jing’s hand and walked quickly up to him, kicking his foot lightly, "Call me Sister!"

"If you can grow older, I'll call you," Feng Jìn looked at her with an oblique eye.

"Deadbeat kid, even after becoming the head of the Feng family, you haven’t changed one bit," Yun Qianyue huffed.

"And how about yourself You're already the wife of Chu Family Head and yet you’re still the same" Feng Jìn said coolly, "I didn't know that Chu Family Head was such a talented fellow. When did he marry my cherished woman without any matchmaker, wedding carriage, bridal finery, or wedding banquet"

Yun Qianyue’s eyes twitched; who was his cherished woman

Rong Jing walked in and sat down on a chair. He pulled Yun Qianyue into his lap naturally, wrapped an arm around her waist, made her sit on his legs, and lazily gazed at Feng Jìn, "What’s lacking will eventually be there; your cherished woman is now in my arms. If you want to keep all your limbs intact, you must be smarter."

Feng Jìn snorted coldly and ignored Rong Jing, turning towards Yun Qianyue and saying, "I want some ice cream!"

Yun Qianyue was speechless; how long had it been since they last met

"If you want to use my woman to do something for you, show a bit of sincerity. Headmaster Feng, didn’t your family’s headmaster teach you such etiquette" Rong Jing raised an eyebrow.

"She and I were once inseparable; we shared the same blanket and drank from the same cup. Family Head Chu, are you asking me to recount my relationship with her in detail" Feng Jìn looked at Rong Jing proudly.

Rong Jing's gaze suddenly darkened as he abruptly attacked Feng Jìn. Feng Jìn was unafraid of him.

Yun Qianyue saw the situation escalating and quickly stepped forward to stop Rong Jing, glared at Feng Jìn, "Eight hundred years ago’s business! Talk about serious matters or there won’t be any ice cream for you."

Feng Jìn pursed his lips with a hint of jealousy in his voice, "You’re already protecting him before marriage Don’t pretend to be Lady Chu."

"Deadbeat kid, do you really want to lose your limbs" Yun Qianyue rolled her eyes at Feng Jìn. "Stop talking nonsense and go back home! I’m tired; there’s no time for chatting with you."

Feng Jin snorted and turned to Rong Jing, "What do you want me to do Be straightforward! Do I really agree to stay here"

Rong Jing cast a careless glance at Feng Jin before looking back at Yun Qianyue, "Take out what your grandfather gave you just now and have a look!"

Upon hearing this, Yun Qianyue immediately reached into her sleeve to retrieve the paper he had given her. When she read it, her eyes lit up, "Isn't this the layout of the Dragon's Pool Tiger Den Formation"

"Hn!" Rong Jing’s expression softened, "Just as your grandfather said, otherwise why would I bring you along to endure his wrath"

“I don’t feel like I’ve lost anything from enduring this!” Yun Qianyue smiled.

"Don't get too excited yet. This is merely the layout of the Dragon's Pool Tiger Den Formation. Historically, there has never been a way to solve it; those who enter will never return. We need to urgently figure out how to break through it." Rong Jing explained.

Yun Qianyue nodded and pushed aside Rong Jing, stepping out of his embrace and sitting in a nearby chair while carefully examining the layout.

Feng Jin also immediately got up upon hearing this, moved over to sit beside Yun Qianyue on another chair to look at it as well.

Rong Jing was similarly studying the formation layout.

The three of them fell silent, their eyes sweeping through every detail of the layout one by one. The room became quiet.

After a long time of staring, Feng Jin raised his head and said with confusion and anger, "What kind of useless thing is this It’s all dead ends linked together; there isn’t even any solution to it! I don't think we should call it the Dragon's Pool Tiger Den Formation anymore. Just call it the No Exit Formation!"

Rong Jing and Yun Qianyue didn’t speak, each lost in thought.

Seeing no one respond, Feng Jin lowered his head again to continue looking at the layout.

A long while later, he gave up. "I think we should find another way to stop Nan Lingrui from entering! This is unsolvable. I don’t get it; even though he knows Lan Yi has set him up, he still went along with her request. It’s stupidity!"

"Lan Yi may be a blade of grass in your eyes, but she's now an invaluable treasure to Nan Lingrui due to his affection for her. Who can blame him" Yun Qianyue raised her head and shook her head at Feng Jin. "Night Tianyi has come on behalf of the Heavenly Holy Imperial Family as witness while Southern Liang declared it nationwide; he has no other choice but to enter this formation."

"Then what should we do For thousands of years, everyone knows that this is a death trap with no solution. How can you possibly solve it" Feng Jin frowned.

“I believe there’s no formation impossible to break through; we just haven’t found the method yet.” Yun Qianyue said.

Feng Jin shrugged and glanced at Rong Jing, seeing him deep in thought again. He then turned to Yun Qianyue, "So let me see how clever you two are! Whether or not you can come up with a way out."

“Unfortunately, when we were rushing to leave, I only learned spiritual arts and forgot to ask my father about this Dragon’s Pool Tiger Den Formation!” Yun Qianyue said belatedly.

"What are spiritual arts" Feng Jin asked curiously.

“They’re very mysterious and strange; a kind of empty technique. Do you want to see it” Yun Qianyue couldn't resist showing off her skills. As she spoke, she noticed Rong Jing suddenly look up at her. She instinctively recoiled slightly and gave him an awkward glance, "I was just talking! Have I agreed"

Rong Jing lowered his head again to continue staring at the formation layout.

Feng Jin looked at Yun Qianyue’s turtle-like demeanor with disdain. “When did you become so afraid of him How could you be getting more and more spineless”

“I love him! I don’t want to make him angry; what do you mean I’m afraid” Yun Qianyue shot Feng Jin a blank look, her tone not very pleasant.

Feng Jin was about to speak again when Rong Jing suddenly raised his head and said to Yun Qianyue, "Repeat the sentence you just spoke."

“What sentence The one I promised you” Yun Qianyue asked him.

"No, the sentence before it," replied Rong Jing.

"Oh yes, ‘it’s very mysterious and strange; a kind of empty technique’" Yun Qianyue tentatively asked.

“Hn!” Rong Jing nodded. His eyes momentarily shone as if they had shattered with light, his jade-like hand lightly tapping the table, his silver mask gleaming. After a moment, he suddenly realized, "I finally understand why Uncle Yuan clearly knew that spiritual arts were not suitable to learn but still agreed to teach you. The secret lies here."

“What secret” Yun Qianyue’s mind flashed with an idea, but it was too fast for her to grasp.

"Illusion is reality; reality is illusion. What we see isn't necessarily true, and what we hear isn’t necessarily false." Rong Jing suddenly smiled as he threw the paper aside, "The Dragon's Pool Tiger Den Formation is no different!" her shoulders."They’re dead soldiers; keeping them alive wouldn’t have been of any use anyway!" After saying this, Yè Qīngrǎn leaped down from the city wall. The silver armor reflected a golden hue u...