Chapter 6 Self-Proclaimed Cultivation

Yue Qingling didn't bother to communicate with Huang Xinyan.

The empress would be here soon. If she discovered the divine consciousness on the dagger, the consequences would be disastrous.

Only by letting the jailer collect the corpse and throwing Huang Xinyan's body out could she escape from here temporarily.

As for what happens after she gets out...

Yue Qingling didn't think that far ahead.

As he slapped, two guards came over.

These were the ones the empress had brought over just now.

It seemed that the empress really went out for a short while, otherwise no one would have responded to Yue Qingling in the depths of the dungeon.

The two guards didn't dare to look at Yue Qingling. They pulled Huang Xinyan's body out through the Qinglong tendons.

This body was a spy of the Demon Cult. They were too lazy to lift it, so they just pulled her legs out.

There was also a dark red bloodstain on the ground.

The two walked and whispered.

"Hey, isn't this the little immortal from Yunlin Mountain? He was really captured by our Demon Cult?"

"Immortal? When Her Majesty the Empress is done with her work, his immortal title will be over."

The two people's voices gradually faded away.

Yue Qingling sat on the ground helplessly in a daze.

He was still powerless to know what would happen to Huang Xinyan next.

What should he do?

Yue Qingling looked up the information in his mind. There was all kinds of knowledge in "Channu Immortal Method".

Even the entire content of "Qingfeng Mingyue Jue".

Yue Qingling read it carefully, and finally, he also found the thirteenth chapter of Mingyue.

But when he finished reading it, he felt extremely desperate.

The cultivation rules set by the Qingyue Empress really have no loopholes.

The practitioners who practice Channu Immortal Method work for Qingyue Sect!

Want to run?

No way!

The only way is to close the three-inch spiritual platform.

But the consequence is that during the closure, he will lose all his cultivation and return to being a mortal.

If you want to open it, it will take a month.

But in this dungeon, what difference does it make whether he is a mortal or not?

It's just a more miserable death.

And the more Yue Qingling read the Mingyue chapter, the more scared she became.

The empress's consciousness can enter his three-inch spiritual platform and fiddle with his soul at will. This is just the simplest way to control it.

There are various refining abilities later, and she can even use him as a cauldron.

As long as the empress experiments a little, he, Yue Qingling, can only wait to suffer.

Never let Leng Feiran continue to study!

Yue Qingling made up his mind that even if he was killed by this demon empress, he would not become her puppet!

"Seal! Seal the three-inch spiritual platform!"

Yue Qingling heard the footsteps of the empress.

He made a prompt decision and chose to seal his cultivation.

"Cough cough..."

When the empress came to the door, she heard Yue Qingling's weak cough.

She was slightly stunned. What happened?

Is he sick?

Can the immortal master of the heavenly cultivation realm also get sick?

Fortunately, Yue Qingling just choked.

He looked up at Leng Feiran, quietly waiting for her disposal.

Leng Feiran was in a good mood. She saw that Huang Xinyan's body was no longer in the cell and knew that the man was dead.

As for the dagger, she was too lazy to ask. Yue Qingling didn't have the courage to hide the murder weapon, and it would be useless even if he did.

She walked in directly, touched the jade hairpin on her head, and smiled sweetly.

"Does it look good?"

Leng Feiran was a beautiful woman, and the bright red dress had already set off her empress temperament.

With the jewels on her head, such a jade hairpin was not noticeable.

But she just felt happy.

She also excitedly asked Yue Qingling how it was.

Yue Qingling whispered: "It looks good."

If you don't say this, you will have to suffer physical pain.

Leng Feiran was even happier. She didn't care about her image as an empress at all. She squatted in front of him and said like a spoiled child: "No, say a few more words. I want to hear you praise me."

Yue Qingling smiled bitterly: "I... I'm not good at talking."

Leng Feiran frowned. She was in a bad mood in just a moment.

Uncertain, that's how it is.

She stood up and looked down at Yue Qingling: "You just don't want to praise me, right?"

As soon as she raised her leg, her slender and straight thigh stepped on Yue Qingling's shoulder, pressing Yue Qingling's body down.

"Look at the place you live in, it's a mess. My shoes are all dirty. Tell me, what should you do?"

Leng Feiran narrowed her eyes and her tone became dangerous.

Yue Qingling lowered her head, bit her lips, and hesitated.

"Speak."

Leng Feiran exerted force on her heel and Yue Qingling was kicked down.

Leng Feiran smiled slightly.

She just likes Yue Qingling's tangled look.

She wants to resist but can't, and wants to try but is embarrassed.

She has such a tangled expression, and finally feels extremely annoyed.

Little Immortal Venerable Yunlin Mountain, you are so cute.

Yue Qingling lowered her eyebrows and whispered: "I'll wipe it for you."

Leng Feiran lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing her snow-white silk stockings.

Red shoes and white socks, as beautiful as flowers.

"You are lucky!"

"..."

... Omit 10,000 words!

"Yue Qingling, you are too bold, aren't you?"

Leng Feiran sat on Yue Qingling's back with her legs crossed. She played with the other's hair with one hand and said in a cold tone.

Yue Qingling knelt on the ground, his arms were sore, but he didn't dare to complain at all. Hearing Leng Feiran's words, he remained silent.

Leng Feiran had already discovered that he had sealed the three-inch spiritual platform.

Conflict is inevitable, he has to get through it!

Leng Feiran did not get up, just sat there.

She sarcastically said, "You are so eager to cut off your soul, so your cultivation will be gone? Then, after all, aren't you still living in this dungeon?

Just to prevent me from touching your soul?"

Yue Qingling lowered her head and murmured, "The empress can do whatever she wants, but I can't bear that way."

"Hehe!"

Leng Feiran laughed strangely, stood up, looked at Yue Qingling who was kneeling on the ground as a bench and said, "You made the decision without authorization, so you can continue to rot in this dungeon."

After that, she was about to get up and leave.

But at this moment, Yue Qingling suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and he couldn't help but laugh softly for a while.

But then, he realized his loss of composure and quickly turned into a cough.

However, the empress had turned her head.

She narrowed her eyes and said coldly: "Oh, you can still laugh? Are you so happy that I'm leaving?"

Yue Qingling quickly put her head on the ground and said: "Queen, please forgive me, I just coughed."

"Do you think I'm deaf?"

Leng Feiran didn't leave. She squatted in front of Yue Qingling again, looking at the boy's thin waist, she suddenly had other ideas.

This traitor has sealed his three-inch spiritual platform, he is a useless waste.

There is not much point in staying in this dungeon.

It's also troublesome to run here every day.

Why not take him to the boudoir?