Kneel to Me [MTL]

Chapter 96-100

Chapter 96

The following day, fireworks burst in the sky, signifying the commencement of the Xianyun Games. Countless netizens switched on their computers at home and tuned into the live broadcast.

Seated in the auditorium, Song Juyao frequently found herself in the lens of major news outlets, subjected to repeated close-ups. The conundrum was that someone with such beauty could also wield such power! It was almost divine! Viewers were riveted, wishing for more glimpses. It's hard to fathom how many people were watching the Fairy Games just for Song Juyao.

Qin Mei and Zeng Can sat together, observing this spectacle. Qin Mei smirked, thinking, "I'll wait and see. The higher you rise now, the harder you'll fall."

Zeng Can couldn't resist rubbing his stomach once more, a lack of confidence gnawing at him. Could they truly succeed? Or would Song Juyao once again slap them away? Sighing, he clutched his aching stomach. He hoped to deliver a more authentic performance when it came to the scene of getting stabbed.

The Fairy Games were divided into several levels. First came the obstacle race—contestants raced from the mountain's base to its peak, placing their respective school's chess pieces on the summit to claim victory for their faction. Finally, there was the group arena.

In an event among immortal cultivators, participants had to showcase their unique skills. Not only did they need to race to the top, they had to impede others—a truly exhilarating spectacle.

To level the playing field, Taichu Jianzong was prohibited from flying in this event, except for using two swords.

As formations, talismans, and treasures from different sects came into play, strategies intertwined, resulting in an enthralling blend of tactics and calculation. Taichu Jianzong showed the spectators what it meant to transcend all complexities with a single sword, clearing levels with fierce determination.

Remarkably, it did lend a unique exhilaration; no matter how intricate the schemes and trickeries, a swift sword strike silenced them all.

...

While attention was firmly fixed on the Fairy Games, shadowy figures darted through the night. Tang Jie had dispatched seven evil spirit dolls across the nation in seven cardinal directions, awaiting the master's signal.

Lin Wanyu: "Wait a bit longer."

"If we wait any longer, the Fairy Games will conclude, Master." Tang Jie expressed concern.

"The timing isn't ideal yet."

Though Tang Jie was anxious, he dared not defy his master. Everything was in readiness, poised to proceed on command.

...

On the third day of the Fairy Games, the much-anticipated group arena commenced.

On the eve of the event, Qin Mei, Zeng Can, and Bei Jiayuan reconvened.

"Sister Yuan, are you certain she hasn't detected anything unusual about the sword?" Zeng Can inquired anxiously.

Bei Jiayuan nodded.

Qin Mei added, "Even if she does, there's nothing she can do about it. She used Huai Shui on her sword, which neutralizes the spirit-absorbing stone's function. Can she produce another sword? Master inquired about it, but Song Juyao only commissioned one sword, without any backup."

"In that case, it's all up to you tomorrow," Bei Jiayuan remarked. Zeng Can and Bei Jiayuan exchanged glances, recognizing each other's unease. In truth, neither of them wanted to further provoke Song Juyao, but they dreaded facing reprimands for monopolizing the restroom. The judge's demeanor hardly resembled that of a judge.

Qin Mei stated, "Let's just wait and watch."

With a determined resolve, she looked forward to tomorrow's performance. Liang Qiao had promised that a successful display would earn her a recommendation to sign with a major company, facilitating her debut. She felt compelled to seize this opportunity, even if it meant encroaching upon Song Juyao's territory.

In the realm of Xianmeng factions, the stage was set to undermine Song Juyao and Taichu Jianzong on this day. With a limited slice of the cake, the sudden ascension of Taichu Sword Sect—a sect comprised of 800-year-old waste materials—had provoked disdain. Their defiance and arrogance, along with Jiang Baiqi, posed a challenge. How could they endure without a response?

At nine o'clock in the morning, the group arena commenced.

Qin Mei was the first to step forth, though she had no opponent.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today I intend to unveil a falsehood to the world!" Qin Mei declared.

The audience and reporters, unaware of the truth, looked on perplexed.

Meanwhile, netizens watching the live broadcast of the Fairy Games buzzed with curiosity.

Was this a special segment?

[Finally, it's happening!!]

[I can't wait to see Song Juyao's expression when the truth comes out!]

[So exciting!]

The trial show's live broadcast room resounded with cheers and heightened anticipation.

Within the palace, the internal affairs officer eyed the barrage with a faint frown, then glanced at the king.

The king's gaze rested on Song Juyao, who appeared composed during the live broadcast, awaiting her reaction.

...

Virtual reality.

"Somebody lied, claimed to be a genius, deceived everyone, gained honor and praise, and became the youngest righteous leader in history, an unparalleled feat!" Qin Mei declared.

This point was glaringly apparent, prompting everyone to cast surprised glances at Song Juyao. The cameras turned to focus on Song Juyao one after another.

With a composed demeanor, Song Juyao embraced Jianxue. Beside her, Lin Wanyu widened her eyes in astonishment. Then, she looked at Qin Mei, a flash of murderous intent gleaming in her eyes. How dare this woman defame her!

"Outrageous! How dare you malign our junior sister!" A disciple of Taichu Sword Sect leapt to his feet, unsheathed his sword, and issued a deadly threat.

"That's right, what evidence do you have for such an accusation?" a reporter shouted.

Watching the live broadcast, Luo Ping was incensed. He rapidly posted one blog post after another on social platforms, berating Qin Mei and the Xuanling faction. He accurately speculated that Xianmeng was envious of Song Juyao and aimed to discredit her.

Qin Mei fixed her gaze on Song Juyao. "Song Juyao, do you think this secret will remain concealed forever? Have you forgotten that during our time as roommates, when you touched the testing stone, it failed to emit any light? What does that mean? Your spiritual root is deceased! How can one with a deceased spiritual root harness spiritual power for cultivation?"

What? Is Song Juyao's spiritual root dead?

Onlookers engaged in heated discussions.

Qin Mei continued, "Do you dare to prove that your spiritual roots are alive?"

"Ridiculous! You expect our junior sister to conform to your words? This is no different from suddenly accusing my junior sister of theft and wanting to search her person!" the senior brother retorted furiously.

"Exactly!"

Netizens also chimed in, labeling Qin Mei as deranged. Why bring this up all of a sudden, and expect Song Juyao to cooperate? Of course, some netizens believed the best course of action was for Song Juyao to step forward and slap Qin Mei in the face, preventing further confusion and speculation.

At this juncture, Lin Wanyu interjected, "Miss Qin, we're currently at the Fairy Fortune Fair. Your sudden revelation raises suspicions of premeditation. Does everyone from the Xuanling Sect share this knowledge? Is this retaliation because Miss Song forcefully took Jiang Baiqi away from the Xuanling Sect during your previous encounter?"

As a state teacher, Lin Wanyu's words carried significant weight. Skeptics were swayed, now leaning towards Song Juyao.

[Mysterious Spirit faction is utterly disgraceful]

[Is this how a prestigious school behaves?]

[So they're envious, I see. Song Juyao almost joined the Xuanling Sect before, but was thwarted by Taichu Sword Sect. Now that Song Juyao is leading Taichu Sword Sect to prominence, they're bitter and aiming to destroy her since they couldn't acquire her]

Indeed, Xianmeng had meticulously orchestrated this. Lin Wanyu's words caused public sentiment to shift, and the audience now condemned Qin Mei, urging her to leave.

"With matters having escalated to this point, how about Miss Song stepping forward to demonstrate her strength?"

"Agreed, my disciple never lies. Miss Song possesses strength, making it simple to prove, right?"

"Miss Song, I'm willing to act as an intermediary on behalf of Taizhen Sect. If this Xuanling Sect disciple is indeed slandering you, we'll ensure Xuanling Sect nullifies her spiritual root and expels her from the realm of cultivating immortals!"

"Of course, if it's inconvenient, we understand."

After various sects made these statements, unaffiliated casual cultivators fell silent. They recognized the premeditation, but questioned the intention behind fabricating something that would easily be debunked. Could Song Juyao truly be implicated?

The crowd's demeanor became mixed and uncertain.

At this juncture, Song Juyao rose to her feet, restraining the irate senior brother.

A hush fell over the audience as Song Juyao advanced from the auditorium to the stage.

Qin Mei's eyes shone with pride as she produced a handful of charms and hurled them towards Song Juyao.

"If you wish for me to prove it, then I shall." Song Juyao abruptly drew Jianxue and swung it towards Qin Mei.

A triumphant smile curved Qin Mei's lips. "Go ahead and strike. They already understand how Song Juyao feigned genius—using that sword to absorb spiritual energy from heaven and earth, then channeling it into her swing. But now, that sword has lost its absorbing ability. Observe, where is your spiritual power coming from?"

She reveled in her supposed triumph, but in the next moment, the sword energy Song Juyao unleashed whipped towards her like a lash. The spells she had cast shattered effortlessly, and she was sent flying, tumbling out of the arena to hit the ground.

What, what just happened?

In the trial show's live broadcast room, the expressions of the black fans froze in bewilderment. What about slapping Song Juyao in the face? How did she get blown away suddenly?

"I believe this isn't sufficient to prove my strength," Song Juyao declared, her smile vanishing. A fierce, icy glare flashed in her eyes. "Sky-Shattering, Sea-Breaking—Ninth Strike—"

The head of the Xuanling Sect's face contorted suddenly. He stood up abruptly. "Wait—"

The sword's brilliance gleamed, eyes locked, a gale surged, enveloping Song Juyao. Her ponytail billowed wildly as she danced within the wind and snow. Spiritual power surged through her veins, directed towards the mountain behind Xuanling Sect. With a powerful slash, the sword cleaved through the air.

In the ensuing second, the ground quaked, and the suzerain of Xuanling Sect, who had risen from his seat, suddenly plummeted back into it.

"An earthquake?"

"That, that mountain..."

"A landslide!!"

The Xuanling faction's elders stared wide-eyed, their hearts seemingly suspended in their chests.

The mountain behind Xuanling Sect collapsed in an instant. Previously, Song Juyao had only shorn its peak, rendering it bald. However, this time, the entire mountain crumbled, fissures propagated across the earth, and even those present felt the tremors.

As the mountain disintegrated, an imperceptible yet palpable presence dispersed from its depths.

Everyone is aware of what it signifies. It's the "dragon vein" of the Xuanling Sect. When a sect has occupied a location for an extended period, that place evolves into a home. Over generations, as spiritual power accumulates, the sect's dragon vein manifests. The faith of its followers fortifies and invigorates the dragon vein, creating a symbiotic cycle that bolsters the sect. The more prosperous the sect, the richer its aura, and the mightier its disciples. In essence, the ancestors plant the trees, and the descendants bask in their shade.

Yet now, Song Juyao had sundered the Xuanling Sect's dragon vein.

This nearly equated to desecrating the ancestral graves of the sect.

Ordinarily, a sect's dragon vein is nigh indestructible. While protecting them is a given for every sect, the veins typically remain subterranean, impervious to ordinary explosives. However, Song Juyao had rent the entire mountain from summit to base.

The vanishing of a dragon vein foretells a sect's impending decline. It would take no less than two hundred years to nurture a new dragon vein. Meanwhile, in those two centuries, other sects could potentially surge in power.

The audience was left dumbfounded.

A heavy silence blanketed the scene, mouths agape in astonishment.

Song Juyao smiled, "I wonder if this suffices as proof of my strength."

Under the sun, the girl radiated pride and brilliance. Who would dare challenge her?

Both within and beyond the virtual realm, cheers erupted—this was too astounding!

The Xuanling Sect's elders clutched their hearts, their expressions a mix of disbelief and frustration.

"You...how dare you..." seethed the Xuanling faction's suzerain, his trembling hand pointing accusingly at Song Juyao.

"Is this not enough?" inquired Song Juyao.

Members of the Xuanling faction remained mute, fearing another strike from Song Juyao. Although the loss was significant, at least the dragon vein could be recovered. Starting anew from scratch had been averted.

Amid this, a Taizhen School member interjected, "It's all due to your sword! Prove your worth without it!"

"Exactly!"

"The folks from Qizong said you spent millions to have a sword crafted that could absorb spiritual energy. Devoid of that sword, you're nothing!"

"Prove it, prove it!"

They weren't ready to concede. They suspected the sword to be the cause. Xuanling Sect had sent an incompetent, failing to confirm whether Song Juyao's sword had been destroyed before provoking her. However, they had to voice their doubts; otherwise, they'd be forever perceived as envious clowns undermining Song Juyao and Taichu Sword Sect.

Song Juyao's lips curled, "Very well."

She resheathed the sword and flung it to the senior brother. Addressing the audience, she requested, "Whose sword can I borrow?"

"Yaoshen, go on!" a sword cultivator from another sect stood, tossing a sword over.

Song Juyao caught it, examined the blade, and remarked, "I fear I'll have to provide you a new one later."

The sword cultivator beamed, "That's perfectly fine!"

Song Juyao then turned her gaze toward Taizhen School.

Taizhen Sect wasn't far from Xuanling Sect—they were neighbors. From the hilltop, the Taizhen Sect's hill was visible. Coincidentally, that hill housed the dragon vein of Taizhen Sect.

"Sky-Shattering, Sea-Breaking—Ninth Form—"

Dread gripped the members of Taizhen faction, prompting them to leap to their feet. "Hold on—"

But it was too late. In the distance, the ancestral grave of Taizhen Sect—or rather, their dragon vein—tore asunder.

...

The sword in Song Juyao's hand shattered under the weight of the overwhelming murderous aura she emanated. She glanced at the members of other sects and queried, "Does anyone still doubt my strength?"

No sect dared to voice any skepticism; two sects that had previously challenged her had their ancestral graves disturbed. Who would dare to speak out again? Furthermore, suspicions arose that Song Juyao's formidable power could be wielded with any sword, debunking the notion that she was masquerading as a genius by solely relying on her sword.

Both Bei Jiayuan and Zeng Can were taken aback. The premonition had become a reality – they had truly been slapped in the face. Ouch, that hurt!

In the trial show's live broadcast room, the black fans were left dumbfounded.

[What about the so-called premium players?]

[Are premium players like this?]

[They've been repeatedly slapped in the face. It seems there's no shortage of idiots in this world, always ready to be slapped.]

[Admitting others' excellence is a challenge, isn't it?]

[My goodness, she's incredible!]

[What's with Song Yan?!]

[I'm done, she's too powerful. I'm a fan.]

How did Song Juyao, someone without a heavenly root, transform into such a peerless genius? People were left curious and bewildered, launching a slew of analyses and discussions, but only Song Juyao held the answers.

Much like the second issue, when Wen Zhulian entered the Survival Island Paradise for the second time, Song Juyao remained tight-lipped, necessitating fans to speculate and re-watch to uncover the truth.

Maintaining some tantalizing enigmas is a clever tactic, don't you think?

Meanwhile, #Song Shi's Unyielding Attitude# also trended, as her assertive and formidable demeanor was awe-inspiring. Such strength was indeed natural.

Song Juyao's lips curled.

"Song Juyao, you've gone too far with your deception!" The two sects whose ancestral graves had been tampered with fumed.

"I've gone too far?" Song Juyao's gaze turned cold as she retorted, "Why didn't you doubt my strength and persistently demand proof?"

The Taizhen faction and Xuanling faction were hoisted by their own petard, causing their hearts to ache. However, they couldn't swallow their pride.

"Even so, explain your actions. Where does the nation's security figure into this? Is this the mentality of a righteous leader? You've failed the country and the people's trust in you!" The Xuanling faction's sanctimonious words placed a lofty hat on Song Juyao and painted her as an adversary of the entire nation.

With only a small number of people cultivating immortality and myriad issues plaguing society, Song Juyao destroying the dragon veins of two significant sects didn't sit well.

Song Juyao responded, "Is it really that hard? Given your weakness, it might be better to bestow positions upon disciples from your sects. Our Taichu Sword Sect is willing to welcome them. Learning our sect's secrets would prove more beneficial to the country and its people."

The elders of the two sects nearly spat out blood, their eyes beseeching assistance from the other sects. Yet, those who had schemed with them to confront Song Juyao today suddenly feigned innocence.

Are you kidding? With Song Juyao's domineering nature, she might directly raid their territory and shatter their dragon veins. Who would dare invite such misfortune?

A deathly silence ensued; even the high-ranking government officials in the audience refrained from commenting. Their inclination leaned toward the Taichu Sword Sect. Strengthening the sect would dilute the Immortal League's power and influence, promoting social harmony.

Song Juyao exited the ring, and the Fairy Games recommenced.

Nonetheless, with the unfolding events, who had the heart to focus on the Fairy Games? Who could muster the concentration to partake in the ring? Netizens weren't engrossed; instead, they sang praises of Song Juyao's might. Contestants felt a daze, their moods somber and distant, possessed by a single notion – they must become sword cultivators and join Taichu Sword Sect.

Recognizing trouble, Qin Mei sought escape from the scene, but was apprehended by a Xuanling Sect disciple, Zeng Can's mother, who delivered a resounding slap across her face.

"Master, teacher's wife..." trembled Qin Mei, dread saturating her voice. The teacher's wife's glare was terrifying. She could hardly fathom the torture awaiting her, but she understood that it would be anything but pleasant. The anticipation of the unknown was even more harrowing.

"If not for you, we wouldn't have faced this catastrophe. Take her to the dungeon," the woman ordered sternly.

Qin Mei pleaded for Liang Qiao and attempted to retreat.

The staff glanced at Liang Qiao, unsure whether to release Qin Mei.

Liang Qiao remained utterly unmoved, his countenance dark. The staff interpreted this as a directive to keep Qin Mei in custody.

Seated beside Song Juyao, Bei Jiayuan felt a tense stiffness due to guilt, her heart pounding like a drum. Gradually, as she didn't see any response from Song Juyao, her tension abated. Perhaps she didn't know...

"You tampered with my sword?" Song Juyao fixed her gaze on the competition in the ring and suddenly spoke in an even tone.

Bei Jiayuan nearly jumped out of her skin, but she managed to muster remarkable acting skills, feigning surprise and innocence. "What? Youyao? I...what would I be doing with your sword?"

"Really?" Song Juyao stared at her with a dark intensity and resolute conviction.

Bei Jiayuan felt her heart plummet. She knew Song Juyao couldn't provide evidence to confirm that she had come into contact with Jianxue. But so what? She had already convinced herself that it was Bei Jiayuan, and no matter how much she protested, it wouldn't alter Song Juyao's resolve. This episode showcased a different side of Song Juyao, one characterized by firmness, dominance, and unshakable resolve.

Though still within the virtual world, Bei Jiayuan was aware she had been exposed. With the Song family's adoration of Song Juyao, a single phone call could expel her.

Much like Zeng Can, she was helpless. She couldn't help but blame Liang Qiao for this narrative. Song Juyao in the first two episodes was much more amenable than this iteration! In this episode, she unsheathed her sword in disagreement – quite intimidating!

[A golden opportunity! Regardless of Song Juyao's might, those two blows must have depleted her spiritual energy. Furthermore, her sword's ability to absorb spirits was nullified again. She won't recover quickly. Seize the chance to eliminate Song Juyao and her team here!] the fox advised Lin Wanyu.

[Do you know what happened to her sword?]

[What? Are you missing the point? Hurry up and get Tang Jie to act! At this rate, the Fairy Games will end!]

The fox urged, Lin Wanyu clenched her fists and focused her gaze on Song Juyao.

Song Juyao also glanced over, her eyes meeting "Jiang Baiqi" in the middle, her lips curving into a smile reserved solely for Jiang Baiqi. In an instant, it melted icy barriers, a hundred flowers blooming.

As he observed, all sound faded, leaving only the frantic thud of his heart and the rush of his blood.

[Jiang Baiqi?!]

[No, it isn't.]

Chapter 97

The fox was taken aback, briefly suspecting an issue with his hearing.

[What?]

[...nothing.]

[Then give the command!]

[I won't.]

Fox: What the heck is going on with you, little brother?

After the fox recovered from the shock, he realized that Jiang Baiqi had fallen in love with Song Juyao. This realization stunned him. He knew Jiang Baiqi's character well – having grown up witnessing the darkness of human nature, he held a cynical view of righteous individuals. His heart resembled an icy tundra, devoid of warmth. No one had taught him about love; he was utterly unfamiliar with the concept.

Various individuals had done their utmost to win Jiang Baiqi's affection. They employed every trick in the book, even resorting to beauty tactics. They orchestrated scripts and acted them out meticulously, deserving of awards. They even "died" for Jiang Baiqi's sake. Despite their efforts, Jiang Baiqi remained aloof, observing impassively without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

This very quality had allowed Jiang Baiqi and Song Juyao to engage in explicit activities earlier. After all, it was natural for a typical young man to exhaust his energy by the age of twenty-eight, right? As a result, this preconceived notion had been overturned.

[Jiang Baiqi, you better think this through. Such golden opportunities are rare!] The fox scolded him, [Have you forgotten how your parents died and the torment you endured? Don't you want revenge?]

Lin Wanyu didn't respond. There had been a time when he truly wished to bring down the world and eradicate these self-proclaimed righteous individuals. He had meticulously planned for this eventuality over several years. However, Song Juyao's sudden appearance had left him astounded. Standing before him, she radiated warmth and light, while the darkness that clung to him receded. He couldn't take a single step forward.

If he were to give the order now, he would be her adversary.

Even contemplating a confrontation with her, blades drawn, made it difficult for him to breathe. His heart ached. This wasn't how it was supposed to be; a voice in his subconscious whispered that things shouldn't unfold this way between them.

He gazed at Song Juyao. She no longer looked his way, and that was only natural. The sun's rays were meant to grace many, not just one. He too wished to bask in her radiance, and she need not focus solely on him. For him, it sufficed to merely look upon her.

With this perspective, the hatred in his heart seemed to dissipate, and past transgressions faded away. He had now been granted recompense in this world – Song Juyao was his recompense. He accepted it wholeheartedly and was prepared to start anew.

[You fool, have you even considered the possibility that Song Juyao might be deceiving you? What does she see in you? Your appearance or physique? You can't even remember your own face! She merely smiled at Lin Wanyu's body, right? Observe that smile closely; it isn't intended just for you!]

The fox was exasperated. It had discovered that Song Juyao was wavering between them. By night, she spoke sweetly with Jiang Baiqi, while during the day, her eyes often strayed toward Lin Wanyu. Only Jiang Baiqi remained oblivious to these dynamics. Her interactions with both Jiang Baiqi and Lin Wanyu were aimed at winning Jiang Baiqi's heart. After meticulous preparations, they had nearly achieved their goal, yet this fool was now prepared to relinquish it all for a woman!

Jiang Baiqi was stunned, then cast his gaze downward, his hands folding atop his knees. But still, he refrained from issuing any command.

Sensing Jiang Baiqi's unyielding nature, the fox saw no point in arguing further. It berated him for his insanity before falling silent.

The Celestial Games came to an abrupt conclusion. Although the Xuanling faction seemed eager for everyone to leave quickly, they adhered to tradition and hosted a celebratory dinner in the evening as the hosts.

"Miss Song, esteemed members of the Taichu Sword Sect, we sincerely apologize for our earlier foolishness. We were narrow-minded and, in a moment of weakness, allowed ourselves to be deceived by a villain. We hope you can find it in your heart to forgive us..." The Xuanling faction's leader, accompanied by his wife and son, approached Song Juyao and her companions, extending a sincere apology.

As the Taichu Sword Sect was about to depart, they exchanged puzzled glances in response.

The leader's wife chimed in, "That scoundrel who spewed those nonsensical words to disrupt our righteous path has already been apprehended by us. You can turn him over to the Taichu Sword Sect."

Song Juyao promptly perceived their intent. "Are you asking for our assistance in restoring your dragon veins?"

Though the Xuanling faction had now adopted a more conciliatory tone, Taichu Sword Sect exchanged baffled looks.

The leader's wife continued, "The dragon veins of the Xuanling faction can still be salvaged. By replenishing the lost spiritual energy and configuring a formation, recovery is possible. However, we are truly helpless in this matter. We implore you to aid us; this is also for the greater good of the world..."

Forming a major sect wasn't easy. Despite the government's desire to weaken the power of the Immortal League, they didn't seek to obliterate major sects entirely. After all, it would be the common people who would ultimately bear the brunt.

Consequently, all cultivators opted to stay behind to assist the Xuanling faction in saving their dragon veins.

Of course, if Song Juyao declined, no one could force her, and the government wouldn't be displeased either. After all, the Xuanling and Taizhen factions were the ones to instigate the confrontation. For a sword cultivator, refraining from engagement wasn't unreasonable, nor would it be unforgivable to disturb an ancestral grave due to a disagreement.

So long as no fundamental principles were violated, Song Juyao's actions would be tolerated.

Song Juyao didn't outright decline, for the sake of maintaining good relations with the government. Instead, she mused, "I'll consider it."

The Xuanling faction's leader readily nodded. "Very well. I heard that Miss Song has spent a few days within our Xuanling faction without venturing outside. Our sect boasts picturesque landscapes, with butterfly flowers and hot springs in full bloom. Perhaps, you'd like to tour our premises and appreciate the scenery, treating it as a brief getaway?"

As he spoke, he motioned to Zeng Can behind him and introduced him with a smile. "Miss Song, this is my son Zeng Can, also a future leader of the Xuanling faction. Allow him to be your guide?"

Zeng Can had always avoided direct interaction with Song Juyao; seeing her now made his stomach churn. At his father's urging, he forced a gentlemanly smile. Yet, he felt an intense gaze upon him. Assuming it was Jiang Baiqi, he looked up, only to find Lin Wanyu's penetrating stare.

Zeng Can: "..."

Never mind, Song Juyao still can't perceive your intentions, right? You're too audacious. During the day, you questioned your own strength, and now you're contemplating marriage. Given Song Juyao's strength and temperament, can you and the Xuanling faction even be considered candidates for her favor?

Observing Zeng Can's demeanor, the leader of the Xuanling faction was infuriated that he couldn't mold him into a stronger figure. Thus, he rolled up his sleeves and stormed off in frustration.

Gazing at the expanse of sky and earth, Zeng Can had already resigned himself to the situation. After all, Song Juyao had already stabbed him seven times. When facing someone who had taken your life several times, who wouldn't feel fear? He was just an actor, and no matter how resilient his psychological state, it wasn't that unyielding. At the time, no one could have predicted that Song Juyao would repeatedly kill him, catching him off guard each time. He hadn't even managed to suppress his five senses, so he truly experienced the terror and agony of death.

However, the agency and the fans had latched onto a particular angle, and he'd received a bonus as well. So, he could only grit his teeth and continue. In this episode, Song Juyao displayed immense strength, which he found relieving. In her presence, everyone became younger siblings. With the support of NPCs and peers, he didn't come across as such an insignificant figure.

It wasn't that he was too feeble; it was that his adversary was excessively formidable.

...

Song Juyao wasn't interested in the celebration dinner, so she led Jiang Baiqi back to her quarters.

"Why haven't you been talking today?" Song Juyao inquired.

The fox couldn't be bothered to reply.

Raising an eyebrow, Song Juyao was dissatisfied with Jiang Baiqi's forlorn expression. She slipped her arms around his neck. "Want a kiss?"

Instantaneously, their souls intertwined, and their gazes transformed in an instant, capturing Song Juyao's favorite expression. Her eyes crinkled with delight.

Jiang Baiqi couldn't refuse; he lowered his head and kissed her.

Exhilaration coursed through him, rendering the kiss more intense. Those vile and shameless individuals from the Xuanling faction even dared to consider marriage, ignorant of their own limitations.

Yet, the fox had been waiting for this precise moment.

As soon as it entered Lin Wanyu's body, it summoned Tang Jie. "Initiate!"

Initially believing the plan had failed, Tang Jie was taken aback by the sudden order, immediately springing into action. "Understood, master!"

The fox mused that Jiang Baiqi, in his state, could you see that these are what humans refer to as playthings – desolate, gentle, and heroic? Beauty deceives others. Wait, in Jiang Baiqi's circumstances, these words may not be suitable. Applying them to Song Juyao is more apt. Let lust beguile body and mind; now it's time for retribution. The end is nigh!

Jiang Baiqi's heart trembled, and he opened his eyes.

[Fox! How dare you...]

[You'll thank me. Your parents saved my life, and I can't stand by and watch you perish.]

"Ah Qi?" Song Juyao sensed something amiss with him.

The blush on Jiang Baiqi's face vanished without a trace. As he gazed at Song Juyao, panic gripped him. He didn't want to stand against Song Juyao!

He attempted to return to Lin Wanyu's body, but the fox resisted. Both souls could exchange places due to a spell that required mutual trust. Presently, the fox didn't trust Jiang Baiqi, believing he had been ensnared by Song Juyao, his mind lost. Moreover, Jiang Baiqi's trust in the fox had also wavered, rendering the exchange impossible.

[Regardless, once the plan is set in motion, you'll no longer need to impersonate Lin Wanyu. He's expendable, and tonight, he will meet his end.] The fox declared fiercely.

...

Meanwhile, across the empire, the evil spirit dolls had begun to take effect in seven different locations. Two of these were the structures and the mountain that Song Juyao had targeted. The malevolent dolls accumulated dark energy, and a movement stirred underground, converging swiftly toward the Xuanling faction.

On the ground, myriad demons and ghosts seemed to sense a disturbance, turning their attention toward the Xuanling faction. Grinning eerily, they congregated menacingly.

Unprecedented occurrences unfolded both on the ground and in the sky. Yet, in this moment, no one noticed the anomalies.

Under the cover of night, people's lives continued, blissfully unaware.

...

The immortal cultivators gathered at the Xuanling Sect were still indulging in sumptuous food and wine. The reporters, who had been invited, lingered, dining and imbibing while capturing snapshots along the way. Song Juyao hadn't made an appearance; though the absence disappointed some, it didn't come as a surprise. After all, she was a capable and headstrong leader, choosing to socialize only if she deemed it necessary.

Song Juyao glanced at Jiang Baiqi's expression. "Ah Qi? What's wrong?"

Jiang Baiqi: "...I want to leave this place. It makes me uncomfortable."

Given his past confinement by the Xuanling Sect, his unease within these walls was only natural. He hoped that Song Juyao would whisk him away, for her departure would ensure her safety. As for the fate of others, he cared not.

"It's quite late now, and I can't fly on the sword at the moment." Song Juyao stared into Jiang Baiqi's eyes, explaining. Her spiritual power had nearly been depleted, and the flying sword wouldn't carry them far. Additionally, they hadn't brought Taichu Jianzong along for the journey.

Jiang Baiqi grasped Song Juyao's arm and began leading her away. "Let's borrow one."

Song Juyao tugged him back gently. "Ah Qi, what's going on?"

Jiang Baiqi couldn't reveal the fox's influence or admit to his ongoing deception. Nevertheless, he dared not allow Song Juyao to leave so easily. Thus, he spoke, "I sense something amiss here. There's something significant happening. You're drained of spiritual power. Let's depart quickly."

"What's happening? In that case, you must inform the others." Song Juyao suggested. As a righteous leader, fleeing at the first sign of trouble would be unbecoming of her.

Song Juyao didn't doubt Jiang Baiqi's words and promptly headed for the hall to gather others.

The hall was filled with revelers, and upon Song Juyao's entrance, many approached her eagerly.

"Miss Song!"

"My savior is here!"

Song Juyao's expression turned serious. "An urgent situation has arisen, and there's no time to explain. Everyone, leave this place immediately and descend the mountain with me!"

A hush fell over the room. In light of Song Juyao's revered authority, the revelers were jolted from their drunken stupor.

"What?"

"What's going on?"

"Don't inquire, just follow her." With that, Song Juyao turned and strode away.

Panic spread, and others began to flee as well.

"Miss Song, what's transpired?" The fox, embodying Lin Wanyu, positioned itself by the door.

The national teacher carried weight in their hearts, prompting murmurs of conversation.

With a perplexed expression, the fox continued, "I recently performed a calculation using the Tianxing Algorithm and detected no anomalies. I'm unaware of the source of Miss Song's information."

As "Lin Wanyu" spoke, all eyes turned to Song Juyao, curious about the sudden news. After all, the Tianxing Algorithm was the secret knowledge of the Zhenguo family's Lin clan, renowned for accurately predicting everything from national crises to personal vulnerabilities.

Jiang Baiqi cast a frigid glance at the fox, which ignored him. The fox had resolved that everyone gathered there that night would meet their demise.

Song Juyao's gaze instinctively flickered to Jiang Baiqi, prompting the fox to respond, "Did Jiang Baiqi inform you? Miss Song, do you place excessive trust in this Jiang family heir? Understand that you wield significant power, and unlike other sects, you're disinclined to restrain him. Yet, he can be duplicitous, hardly a benevolent individual. It's prudent not to readily accept his words."

Jiang Baiqi's presence had always been subtle; Song Juyao frequently accompanied him unnoticed. Similarly, now, others scrutinized him more closely, only just realizing his presence.

Their expressions varied, tinged with disdain.

"So this is due to Jiang Baiqi?"

"When did he arrive? He's indeed a descendant of ghost cultivators – appearing and vanishing like a specter."

"Miss Song, did Jiang Baiqi disclose this to you? Where's the evidence?"

"Perhaps they've laid a trap at the mountain's base to coerce us into departing..."

[Qiqi is truly unfortunate in this matter!]

[Aside from Taichu Jianzong, none present can truly be called righteous!]

[Is it only me who senses the peculiarity? Lin Wanyu never treated Song Juyao in such a manner before.]

[It's odd. Not only Lin Wanyu, I feel that Jiang Baiqi sometimes behaves strangely as well. He seems to transform into a different person, and the wonderful chemistry with Song Juyao fades during those moments.]

"I thought it was just me who noticed this! Does everyone feel the same way? Why?"

"I don't want to focus on the romance, but I'm eager to learn what's happening."

"See? As long as these righteous sects persist, you'll find no refuge in this world," the fox sneered maliciously, endeavoring to shatter his illusion and jolt him to his senses.

Song Juyao was poised to draw her sword when a cold hand restrained her. In the next instant, she was pulled back.

Jiang Baiqi held her hand tightly, his voice husky. "Ignore them. Let's go."

Jiang Baiqi ushered Song Juyao away, and the fox observed his retreating form, convinced that gratitude would come in time. At that moment, it sensed another soul within its vessel, one fiercely struggling – determined to seize control. The fox resisted vehemently, asserting its dominance. It was not yet the intruder's turn to take center stage!

...

Jiang Baiqi guided Song Juyao back to the courtyard and ushered her into the house. But, before he could react, he pivoted, pressing her against the doorframe and passionately kissing her.

Song Juyao's eyes widened in astonishment, followed by a sensation of pure spiritual energy flowing into her mouth from him. The warmth and comfort swiftly pervaded her body.

Strands of malevolent energy began to converge towards him, penetrating his body with a bone-chilling coldness that he had known since childhood. The pain was familiar, but never welcome. As the malevolent energy infiltrated his body, his transformation of it into spiritual power was interrupted. Before purification could take place, he withdrew the energy, channeling it into Song Juyao's body.

However, this marked the first time he derived pleasure from this pain and willingly offered his own spiritual energy. The first instance where he absorbed the malevolent energy, he yearned for its hastened arrival.

Even if Song Juyao were to depart with him now, she couldn't disregard the events unfolding here. Those cultivators would not allow them to escape, and the fox was determined to ensure their captivity.

Hence, this was their only recourse – to fortify Song Juyao. With an abundance of spiritual energy, she would prove invulnerable to any demonic creatures or monsters, ensuring her safety.

Song Juyao was compelled to ingest several mouthfuls of spiritual energy, sensing his urgency. She anticipated a formidable crisis, likely originating from him. Though he lamented it, he refrained from halting the process. Evidently, a disagreement had arisen between him and the entity within Lin Wanyu's body.

Song Juyao pressed his shoulders, attempting to push him away, but he only drew her nearer. With both hands, he steadied her head, seemingly anxious that she might reject his spiritual energy.

Very well.

Song Juyao had little choice but to extend her hand, gently caressing his head. With a soothing, tender gesture, she took initiative, inhaling gradually, her touch reminiscent of comforting a cat's fur. Her fingers glided down his head and then back up to his back, easing the tension in his muscles. He eventually relented, breathless.

"Now isn't the time..." His ears flushed crimson.

Song Juyao replied, "Perhaps we can both partake, making you more comfortable."

"...Not necessary."

"I want to."

"..." Fine, fine.

Predictably, the mosaic blurred the screen anew.

Irrespective of the repetition, viewers couldn't suppress their shrieks and exasperation towards the mosaics. They pleaded for an unobstructed view, yearning to fully witness each scene. The virtual world system, they lamented, was heartless!

Black-hearted fans seethed with anger, while Song Juyao reveled in happiness. She had it all – honor, fame, wealth, a devoted boyfriend, and a blissful intimacy with him. In reality, few enjoyed such a bounty. A murderer should suffer behind bars, yet here she thrived in the virtual world!

Alas, grievances escalated, propelling Song Juyao's vote count. She neared 50 million votes, solidifying her imminent commutation.

Nonetheless, the audience remained incensed and powerless, their fury further fueled by taunts from Song Juyao's fans and onlookers, ultimately accelerating her vote count.

...

The "charging behavior" special swiftly saturated Song Juyao's body with spiritual energy. Each strand felt warm, imbued with love and sincerity, offering her comfort.

His countenance danced in the watery depths of her jet-black pupils. He shone as her unique light, a miraculous presence.

So, who was he? Who was his real-world counterpart? Every episode positioned him by her side. In the last installment, he revealed the truth about the NPC world, yet the main system didn't intervene. Jiang Baiqi, the exceptional figure of this world...

"Ah Qi, Ah Qi..." She kissed his face tenderly, whispering, "In this realm, you alone will never betray me."

The origin of her words eluded her, but he responded just as ardently, his heart stirred: "I will never betray you."

Song Juyao harbored hope that the real-life Jiang Baiqi mirrored the adored figure she cherished. She anticipated the day their paths would cross in reality.

A robust gust swept outside, carrying an odd scent.

Both Song Juyao and Jiang Baiqi turned their heads, arising from their supine position.

The threat approached.

Chapter 98

Hundreds of ghosts roamed the night, while demons and goblins surged from all directions like a tide, enclosing the Xuanling Sect mountain.

At this juncture, the cultivators who had been lured by the fox to revel in the hall finally realized something was amiss. Some dashed outside, their faces whipped by the strong wind, catching a pungent odor in the air.

They all recognized that smell.

"This is bad...this is bad!" They sobered up instantly.

Seated in a wheelchair, the fox bore a gruesome and eerie grin.

...

"What's this?"

At the military command platform, satellite imagery focused on observers across the country, capturing the formation materializing on the empire map, centered around the Xuanling Sect.

"Alright, it appears to be a formation?"

However, the graphic exuded an ominous aura, its intertwining red and black colors unsettling and restless.

The platform quickly contacted superior authorities. Soon, a leader arrived, accompanied by two masters, the same two who had reviewed Taichu Sword Sect.

Upon seeing the image, the masters exchanged startled glances.

Observing their reaction, the general inquired, "Master Lin, Master Chen, what's amiss?"

"Recall the Jiang family and their wife, how they endured for three days and nights against the joint encirclement of righteous sects and government forces thirty years ago?"

Thirty years prior, the general had still been a battalion commander participating in the suppression of the Jiang family, the memory of those events vividly etched in his mind.

The ghost cultivator couple had employed a sinister formation that manipulated countless demons and ghosts nationwide, causing them to surge towards a city. This triggered an epic battle between good and evil, resulting in numerous casualties and repulsion.

"This formation mirrors the one employed by the Jiang couple then!"

"What?! But didn't they incinerate all of the Jiang family's belongings?"

To thwart any attempts at replicating the ghost cultivator couple's actions, all ghost cultivation manuals, formations, and materials found in their possession had been eradicated. Given the significant ramifications, meticulous efforts were undertaken. Could there have been an oversight? Yet now, someone had indeed mimicked the ghost cultivator couple's actions, seeking to reenact the tragedy of thirty years ago?

"This formation is directed at Xuanling Mountain. Immediately after the Fairy Fortune, the sects are all congregated there. It's intended to wipe them out!"

"Activating this formation necessitates Jiang family blood," Master Chen explained.

Instantly, a specific figure was conjured in everyone's mind.

...

In haste, Song Juyao arrived with Jiang Baiqi. The others had already fled, terror etched on their faces. Upon spotting Song Juyao, they seemed to find their pillar of strength.

"My God has arrived!"

"Thank heavens for my deity's presence; there's nothing to fear!"

The news reporters exhibited admirable professionalism. Even now, amidst the chaos, they managed to keep their cameras rolling, broadcasting the unfolding events live.

Many online viewers remained perplexed, their anxiety mounting as they watched the live broadcast. They observed several dark clouds converging in the sky, visibly heading toward Xuanling Mountain.

Only when the clouds drew nearer did the camera zoom in, revealing a sight that left the audience gasping.

These weren't clouds; they were the shadows cast by countless monsters amalgamated together!

The reporter clutched the microphone, hastily addressing the camera, "We can now see innumerable monsters soaring towards Xuanling Mountain. While we're unsure of the cause, one thing is clear – an unprecedented threat looms. This footage captured a remarkable occurrence, not limited to just Tianshan Mountain, but swarming demons and spirits at the mountain's base, all converging on Xuanling Mountain..."

The netizens were beside themselves.

[This is terrifying!]

[My phobia's going to flare up!]

[I'm petrified. Where do these monsters typically hide?!]

[Hurry, retrieve the three boxes of talisman papers I bought. Adorn the walls, gather ancestral amulets, bring forth protective artifacts...]

"It's alright, it's alright; my God is here, and there's no challenge a sword can't overcome!"

Amidst the overwhelming surge of demons and spirits, the immortal cultivators on Xuanling Mountain were vastly outnumbered. The major sects had already alerted their disciples, urging them to rush to the rescue. Taichu Sword Sect had also notified other senior uncles and senior brothers, but until they arrived, the defenders needed to hold firm.

They instinctively gravitated toward Song Juyao. Her resolute and commanding demeanor had long overshadowed her age, rendering her a leader and the true embodiment of the immortal sect. In dire times, they naturally sought her guidance, recognizing her as their figurehead. Moreover, the intoxication plaguing many rendered their thoughts sluggish and unresponsive.

Song Juyao ignored them and skillfully maneuvered through the crowd, making her way to the previous arena. She extracted the Flying Snow, embedding it into the ground with surprising ease, as if the solid earth were as yielding as tofu. A knot of spiritual energy emitted a radiant white light, causing the world around her to expand. It grew larger and larger, enveloping the entire mountain. In the darkness of the night, it resembled a crystal ball, exuding a holy radiance.

In order to access the mountain, the monsters at the base and in the sky had to breach the enchantment. However, this enchantment was fueled by spiritual power, their natural enemy. Upon contact, the creatures would be purified, causing many of them to dissipate like shattered light. Yet, driven by the formation, these monsters disregarded their own survival, relentlessly hurling themselves at the barrier.

The weaker among them, like shrimp and crabs, were unable to breach the barrier. However, a few stronger ones managed to push through, enduring agonizing roars as they did so.

The task of dealing with these monsters fell upon the monks inside.

Initially, Zeng Can and Bei Jiayuan had huddled together, seeking solace in their complaints. Yet, they proved helpless in this situation. Song Juyao's formidable presence had terrified them to the point that they dared not venture out, confining themselves indoors.

However, not long after they took refuge, the dwelling was obliterated by a monster's corpse. In an instant, terror-stricken screams filled the air as the massive head of a snake swallowed them whole.

Zeng Can & Bei Jiayuan: ...

[? ? ?]

[! !]

[Damn, that frightened me to death!]

[I was so terrified that I burst into laughter! My apologies, hahahahaha]

[Two-star judges, they met such a simple end, hahahahaha]

[I don't know why, but I always find Zeng Can and Bei Jiayuan so pitifully comical]

Despite the sky being veiled by the horde of monsters, rendering even a glance unbearable, Song Juyao's enchantment instilled a profound sense of security. The previous panic abated, replaced by a calm demeanor among the monks who adeptly handled the monstrous threat.

Monks from across the land were on their way to assist. Government reinforcements arrived first, with fighter jets launching ammunition forged from malevolent spirits, effectively dispatching some of the malevolent entities.

The fox emerged from its abode.

Its appearance on the scene reassured the audience.

[The National Teacher is here, everything will be fine.]

[The Lin family truly safeguards the nation, bolstered by the Divine Mystic God. Resolving these monsters will surely be as simple as a sprinkle of water.]

[We're incredibly fortunate! We live in the era of Lin Wanyu and Song Juyao!]

Yet, within the following second, a collective gasp swept through the spectators.

The "Lin Wanyu" in the wheelchair careened towards Song Juyao, who was upholding the barrier. Accelerating rapidly, "Lin Wanyu" leapt from the wheelchair, transforming into a massive fox with a sinister intent. Its target: Song Juyao's back.

The fox recognized that Song Juyao posed the greatest obstacle. Her strength was astonishing, capable of maintaining the barrier. If she perished, the protective shield would crumble, condemning everyone on the mountain. Moreover, even if Song Juyao survived, merely releasing Jianxue would disrupt the barrier, making it difficult to restore.

As the crowd grappled with the monsters that had breached the barrier, the fox went unnoticed by most, and no one could spare the effort to assist Song Juyao.

With her back turned to the fox, Song Juyao's eyes flicked to the corner. She briefly acknowledged its presence, swiftly averting her gaze, as if she dismissed the fox as inconsequential.

In that critical moment, a figure lunged forward, shielding Song Juyao.

The fox's crimson eyes narrowed, launching a deadly strike. Yet, a shield of dark energy formed around its hand, blocking the attack.

[Jiang Baiqi!] The fox growled.

Jiang Baiqi positioned himself in front of Song Juyao, his ashen eyes ablaze with murderous intent.

[I told you not to touch her.]

[You're ensnared by her, oblivious to your actions! Have you forgotten how your parents perished, the torment they suffered? You've disappointed me so greatly!]

Rage propelled the fox into action, launching an assault on Jiang Baiqi.

Having coexisted with malevolent spirits for years, Jiang Baiqi had grown intimately acquainted with them. He knew how to harness them as weapons. Prior to the fox's appearance, these spirits had been his companions. To him, malevolent spirits represented spiritual power, distinguished only by the presence or absence of pain.

Viewers clamped their hands over their mouths, fearing for Song Juyao or the barrier's integrity. However, they were heartened to witness someone standing against the fox.

[Who's this person?]

[Where did they come from?]

[I remember this unassuming man. He often accompanies Song Juyao, their interactions laden with ambiguity, though his lack of presence prevents much scandal.]

[Huh?]

[But...their strength! Yaoshen must hold them in high regard, or they wouldn't even merit a glance.]

[Wow, impressive! I remember now; I checked the records before. Thirty years ago, a demon fox assumed the guise of a young girl, infiltrating remote villages and preying on their inhabitants. The country expended considerable effort to subdue and finally eliminate it. Could it have...returned? Unsettling, isn't it?]

[I've been so good to you, yet you oppose me for a woman! You've let me down so profoundly!]

The malevolent spirit coalesced into a black sword, and Jiang Baiqi dispassionately severed one of the fox's legs. The fox howled in agony.

[There's no need for such grand gestures. Your aim is to eliminate these righteous individuals, not solely to avenge my parents. You've cared for me over the years, selflessly at times.]

Jiang Baiqi spoke calmly, steadfastly advancing towards the colossal fox with the black sword in hand.

[You carry your grudge, having been reduced to ashes and nearly driven mad. If you seek revenge through my actions, let it be directed solely at me.]

Unpredictably, the fox fell silent.

[Before, I was indifferent. Yet, if you wish to harm her, you'll have to trample over my lifeless body first.]

The fox seethed with resentment, acknowledging its defeat. For years, it had cultivated its power to this apex, only to be vanquished by humans. Denied even the chance of reincarnation, it clung to its final vestiges of spectral existence, intent on exacting vengeance and consigning these humans to their demise.

Undoubtedly, Jiang Baiqi was the most fitting candidate. His parents had been murdered, and he suffered torment from a tender age. It was only logical for him to harbor deep-seated resentment toward the world. The fox had instructed him in the techniques of body possession and soul manipulation, allowing him to escape his confines and venture into the external world to learn, plot, and survive. All this had been orchestrated for the culmination of this moment.

Everything should have proceeded according to plan if not for the sudden emergence of Song Juyao. Jiang Baiqi, still enthralled by romantic notions, proved susceptible to feminine charms. He could even set aside his vendetta in the presence of a woman! Had he foreseen these events, he should have enlisted Jiang Baiqi to eliminate her before Song Juyao ever materialized!

The more the fox ruminated, the more it seethed with animosity, its ire directed squarely at Jiang Baiqi. Yet, the fox was at the end of its tether, utterly incapable of contending with Jiang Baiqi. Nonetheless, the cat had imparted a strategy to the tiger, and similarly, the fox had its own ploy.

"Jiang Baiqi, you shall rue this decision. Humanity is the embodiment of hypocrisy and self-interest. You'll be abandoned by her at the first opportunity. Compared to her myriad possessions, you are inconsequential! Watch and see!"

With a final roar, the fox's malevolent cry reverberated through the heavens, saturated with boundless malevolence. And then, it vanished, leaving behind Lin Wanyu's lifeless form on the ground.

In the wake of the fox's ultimatum, the audience finally discerned its identity, and its name was soon unveiled.

[So, it was him!]

[? ? Who's that?]

[The instigator of the good versus evil war three decades ago, the offspring of the Jiang couple.]

After an informative interlude, many now understood the events of thirty years prior. After all, the passage of three decades had rendered the experiences of that time an affair of the past. Those who had undergone the ordeal were now aged; the era had evolved, and younger generations possessed differing perspectives.

For a time, many found the situation preposterous. Should the parents be blamed for the children's actions? What connection did the children bear to their parents' misdeeds? Besides, Jiang Baiqi had been a mere toddler at the time, devoid of comprehension. By the age of two, he had already been incarcerated, robbed of any understanding of liberty. Reflecting upon this reality was truly disheartening. Notably, modern society often refrains from prosecuting underage culprits. Compared to the young murderers of today, Jiang Baiqi was undeniably treated unjustly.

Moreover, Jiang Baiqi's recent protection of Song Juyao had won over many hearts. Numerous people held that, even if he were guilty, he should complete his sentence and undergo rehabilitation before being reintegrated into society.

Of course, contrary opinions existed, albeit in the minority.

...

Xuanling Mountain.

Assistance began pouring in, the battleground engulfed in frenzied combat both on land and in the skies. Government forces and skilled masters converged to dismantle the formations situated across the vicinity. As some monsters regained consciousness, they realized they were courting demise and hastily fled in terror.

Blood and severed limbs rained from the heavens. Outraged, Jiang Baiqi opened an umbrella, positioning himself beside Song Juyao, extending his support discreetly.

Though his presence was unassuming, Song Juyao commanded attention. The same applied to the malevolent umbrella. With these two focal points, finally glimpsing Jiang Baiqi became an achievable feat.

Both within and beyond the virtual realm, cries of admiration for this otherworldly romance echoed.

[You safeguard the world; I'll protect you.]

[Ah, I'm shedding tears! I wish for such tender love as well.]

[The leader of righteousness and the demon youth? What an intriguing pair, hehe.]

Daylight eventually dispersed the night, marking the conclusion of an arduous melee. Fatigue had depleted the last vestiges of strength from the combatants. Song Juyao's barrier steadily waned, ultimately vanishing altogether.

Thus, the culmination of events transpired.

The buildings of Xuanling Sect lay reduced to rubble. Corpses of both humans and monsters were strewn about, suffusing the air with a noxious stench. In this grim aftermath, Song Juyao and Jiang Baiqi remained pristine, the sole exception amidst the squalor.

Post-battle efforts commenced.

Eyes settled upon Jiang Baiqi, a collective astonishment overtaking the crowd. They hadn't anticipated his profound capabilities, particularly among the sect that had once overseen his development. Jealousy and apprehension gnawed at them. Could he truly relinquish his grievances? Was he genuinely devoid of vengeful intent?

With hostilities extinguished, an uneasy restlessness pervaded Song Juyao. A foreboding premonition gripped her, prompting her to grasp Jiang Baiqi's hand and initiate their departure.

"Miss Song, our dragon veins..." The Xuanling Sect members interjected, detaining her impending exit.

"Spiritual power has been entirely depleted; there's naught I can do," Song Juyao declared impassively. With Jiang Baiqi in tow, she pivoted to depart.

"Hold on...just a moment..." At that precise juncture, a voice both familiar and unfamiliar resonated.

Upon observing Lin Wanyu prone on the ground, the collective gaze of the assemblage shifted. Initially presumed deceased, a collective gasp ensued.

Vigilance suffused the atmosphere, culminating in the unsheathing of weaponry and activation of talismans. This individual bore no resemblance to the National Teacher; an entity that warranted their utmost caution.

Lin Wanyu raised her head, fixing her gaze upon Jiang Baiqi with an expression of unadulterated hatred. In that instance, Jiang Baiqi's heart plummeted, plunging him into a metaphorical abyss. An epiphany struck him with chilling clarity, prompting him to grasp the fox's final words.

This is the true Lin Wanyu, the genuine Lin Wanyu confined within his body by the technique of soul transference.

In the past, both the Lin family and his wife had perished during the assault on the Jiang family. It was this incident that fueled Lin Wanyu's animosity towards Jiang Baiqi. He frequently visited Jiang Baiqi's place of captivity, subjecting him to merciless beatings. The sect overseer watched as the two-year-old child was pummeled to the brink of death, only intervening at the last moment.

This pattern persisted until Jiang Baiqi reached the age of ten. Lin Wanyu subjected him to countless beatings, causing his own legs to become disabled due to his erratic temper. The malevolent energy seeping from the well of malevolence, along with his inner turmoil, resulted in his own incapacitation. Even the guards who alternated shifts suffered disabilities after crossing his path, indicating the frequency with which Lin Wanyu assailed Jiang Baiqi.

It was during this period that Jiang Baiqi finally grasped the technique of soul transference. Just as Lin Wanyu was about to absorb spiritual energy from Jiang Baiqi's body to enhance his own cultivation, Jiang Baiqi successfully wrested control over Lin Wanyu's body.

The fox had once warned him that Lin Wanyu's soul retained a purpose, and thus he should not be killed. His objective was to subdue rather than terminate. He dismissed these instructions at the time, for he held dominion over Lin Wanyu, a figure as insignificant as an ant. He harbored no resentment against him, for who would harbor animosity towards an insect? Only now did he grasp that the fox had ensnared him in an elaborate trap, a contingency designed to thwart his betrayal.

It was a contingency that could unravel his newfound happiness.

If Song Juyao discovered his role in this assault, the web of deceit he had spun, and that he was not as pitiable as she believed, what conclusions might she draw? Would the righteous individuals in the country, the entirety of its populace, clamor for his life? Would they demand retribution? What fate would befall Song Juyao then? Might she forsake him?

...Undoubtedly, she would relinquish him. He was but an inconspicuous Jiang Baiqi, his visage easily forgotten. Song Juyao, a radiant paragon of righteousness, was expected to uphold light and peace. Would she really forsake these principles for his sake, inviting the ire of the world?

Lin Wanyu extended his hand, casting a gaze at Song Juyao, then pointing at Jiang Baiqi, "For a long time, he..."

"Puff!"

Both Lin Wanyu and Jiang Baiqi were left incredulous.

In the material world, within the palace, the king's eyes too flickered open.

Unfazed, Song Juyao appraised the fallen Lin Wanyu before slowly drawing Jianxue.

Lin Wanyu spewed a mouthful of blood, his gaze apathetic as he met Song Juyao's eyes. Never could he have anticipated that the vengeance he yearned to unleash, the truth he sought to unveil to the world, would be silenced in the blink of an eye, extinguishing his lofty aspirations.

"Pay no heed to the monster's words," Song Juyao asserted impassively.

A hushed stillness enveloped the scene, a disconcerting disquiet laced with incomprehension. Though something felt amiss, none could pinpoint the source. Swiftly suppressing their doubts, the collective shifted their focus to witness Lin Wanyu transform into a fox demon, launching a relentless rampage.

Amidst the turmoil, Jiang Baiqi remained rooted in place, only to be enveloped by Song Juyao's frigid grip. A sudden warmth permeated his being, counteracting the prior chill.

"Let us depart. Return home," Song Juyao intoned, guiding him away.

"Please wait!" Policemen hastened forth, approaching Song Juyao, "Miss Song, we require Jiang Baiqi to accompany us."

Jiang Baiqi's recent surge of warmth instantly receded.

"What is the meaning of this?" Song Juyao did not yield an inch, positioning herself before Jiang Baiqi.

"I regret that I cannot divulge that information at this juncture."

"Are you attempting to seize my associate without valid cause?"

Song Juyao's unwavering demeanor exuded an aura of dominance. Coupled with her formidable strength, an air of insurmountability pervaded her presence. Moreover, her connection with Jiang Baiqi had undoubtedly cast their bond as that of comrades-in-arms, rendering any attempt to seize him a precarious undertaking. Furthermore, the government could hardly unilaterally extract him from the clutches of various sects, let alone from the guardianship of Song Juyao.

The officials exchanged uncertain glances, instructing the reporters to cease filming before addressing the situation, "You are correct, Ms. Song. The attack appears to have been executed through a formation. A formation devised by Jiang Baiqi's parents, one that necessitates the Jiang family's blood for activation. We have reason to suspect..."

"So, you harbor suspicions that Jiang Baiqi is implicated in this affair?" Song Juyao's smile was tinged with irony, "Jiang Baiqi was incarcerated when he was a mere two years old; was he afforded the opportunity to acquire such knowledge? No one is more aware of this than you. As for the blood requirement, it borders on the absurd. After years of confinement, who could obtain his blood with such ease? If you seek to entertain doubts, consider all sects, every individual within the government who has interacted with him. The list of suspects is immeasurable."

Song Juyao's logic was unassailable, exposing the glaring loophole in their supposition. Her resolute stance made it clear that she adamantly opposed any attempt to separate Jiang Baiqi from her custody. Contemplating the prevailing rumors of an entanglement between Song Juyao and Jiang Baiqi, the authorities hesitated to pursue his forcible detainment.

They dared not antagonize an entity of such prominence and influence.

Having exhausted their options, they relayed the matter to their superior. Following consultation, the superior engaged in a series of conversations with Song Juyao.

"We hold Miss Song in high regard as the exemplar of righteousness, combating demons and fostering justice. Her vision remains unclouded. As you affirm Jiang Baiqi's non-involvement, we are willing to extend our trust for the interim. Jiang Baiqi shall continue under your supervision," the superior conveyed, couched in deferential tones as they attempted to apply both flattery and psychological pressure.

Having concluded the conversation, Song Juyao terminated the call, returning the phone to the police before grasping Jiang Baiqi's hand and departing amidst the watchful gazes of onlookers. Her resolve was unwavering, undeterred by external opinion.

Jiang Baiqi trailed her departing form, his gaze affixed to her receding figure—tall, poised, unwavering. Her firm hold conveyed an unwavering commitment, a pledge to never relinquish him.

A frigid heart began to thaw, blood, once stilled by terror, coursed anew through his veins. Amidst this mental tumult, countless queries intertwined.

Why did she abruptly terminate Lin Wanyu's existence moments ago? Were they not friends? Despite feigning camaraderie, could she truly extinguish a friend without hesitation? Was she capable of such ruthlessness? Even if that friend concealed a monstrous guise.

No, no, this was not her nature. Her swift, premeditated actions seemed more inclined to conceal the truth. Why such haste? Was it conceivable that she recognized the truth and, to obscure it, eliminated Lin Wanyu—who, in others' eyes, appeared innocent?

Could such a scenario hold water?

What did it imply?

A whirlwind of conjecture raged within him, yet he dared not vocalize his queries.

...

Song Juyao brought Jiang Baiqi back to the Song family.

The three members of the Song family had naturally stayed up all night, anxiously watching the live broadcast. Upon seeing Song Juyao's return, they enveloped her and Jiang Baiqi, inspecting them for injuries before finally exhaling in relief.

"Hey, you guys should freshen up first, and after that, come downstairs to eat and get some rest," Song Shengqing suggested, his gaze shifting toward Jiang Baiqi, his tone tinged with a hint of awkwardness.

Initially, he had held a distaste for Jiang Baiqi, believing that Lin Wanyu was a more suitable match for Song Juyao. Yet, yesterday's live broadcast had surprised him and altered his perspective on Jiang Baiqi. Though he couldn't recall his visage, Jiang Baiqi had displayed considerable strength. Most notably, his unwavering loyalty and obedience towards their princess had left a strong impression.

Upon reflection, Song Shengqing mused that this situation might not be all that bad. For a man, obedience and sensibility took precedence. Their princess had dedicated herself to maintaining peace—how could she possibly find the time and energy for a romantic involvement? Thus, a husband who embodied the qualities of a good wife and mother held more appeal. Such a partner would endure solitude, adhere to established norms, await her return at home, and assist her when she ventured out. This, Jiang Baiqi seemed capable of fulfilling, unlike someone like Lin Wanyu.

Drawing on the sentiments expressed about Jiang Baiqi on the internet, Song Shengqing suspected he would soon regain his freedom and no longer be bound as a prisoner.

Sensing the shift in the Song family's stance, Jiang Baiqi felt a moment of astonishment followed by an indescribable surge of joy. His heart seemed to burst, overwhelmed by a mix of emotions. Unable to contain himself, as soon as he was led into a room by Song Juyao, he mustered a soft voice.

"Did you know that I..."

Song Juyao rose onto her tiptoes, silencing him with a kiss. Certain matters were best left unsaid, necessitating no acknowledgment and avoiding undue complication. The collective's perception was often muddled, and an excess of information only led to further confusion.

This, after all, was their secret—a truth that might remain hidden in the real world once he returned. Would its revelation evoke a sense of sweetness? Would it evoke happiness? Could it match the delight of discovering a concealed, even more delectable filling within a candy?

Curiously, she had begun to anticipate the day they would meet in reality.

Jiang Baiqi immediately grasped her intention; she truly understood. He recalled the smile she had reserved for him within Lin Wanyu's façade during the Fairy Games. This realization washed over him like a wave.

His eyes welled with tears, a feeling of utter submersion engulfing him.

At that juncture, the third segment was entering its countdown.

The episode had consumed several days of live broadcast time due to Liang Qiao's brother-in-law's script. Audiences had merely witnessed Song Juyao's elaborate disposal of the villain followed by her own staged demise. Consequently, this segment left the audience with a sense of brevity. For those who hadn't watched it yet, it was already over.

Nonetheless, CP fans reveled in profound satisfaction. The episode was brimming with emotional drama, featuring a multitude of mosaic scenes. Though the mosaics obscured the visuals, CP fans gleaned satisfaction from the implicit intimacy and affection.

The climax left them elated, as Jiang Baiqi seemed to garner the Song family's endorsement and support from numerous NPCs in the virtual world. It appeared that his impending liberation and restoration of human rights were imminent.

A perfect, blissful conclusion.

Chapter 99

[? ? ? ?]

[Come on, can you let me finish listening to Kiki's words?]

[I'm stuck, I can't move up or down!]

[Ahhhh, at least let me hear what Jiang Baiqi has to say!]

The live broadcast suddenly went black, stunning the audience, and then the barrage exploded.

The ending of this episode diverged from the previous two. The first two episodes had the high-energy finale of a movie, keeping the excitement consistently high and maintaining suspense.

However, this episode felt like catching a glimpse of the most thrilling part of a movie, expecting a surge of intense energy just ahead, only to have it abruptly halted. It left the audience breathless, consumed by anticipation and anxiety.

Why did Song Juyao's expression turn so peculiar? What's going on with Jiang Baiqi's heart? Is a jaw-dropping twist about to unfold?

No one knew, because the live broadcast had been hacked, and the third segment was over! This meant that the audience would never discover the answer!

Ahhhhhhhhhh!

The trial show's live broadcast room was on the verge of madness. Who could tolerate being told that their burning questions would never be answered?

But perhaps there could be an answer! With this thought in mind, the audience swiftly turned to online discussion, hoping the analysis experts could unravel the enigma from the clues presented earlier in the third episode. They yearned for relief from their impatient and restless curiosity.

#Conclusion of Trial Show Phase Three#

#Song Juyao#

#Jiang Baiqi's Heart#

#Busy Analysis Experts Crying Blood#

#Third Episode Suspense#

Once again, the hot search list was dominated by the trial show. Unlike the first two episodes, the third left an array of unresolved mysteries. The analysis experts delved into extensive essays, scrutinizing how Song Juyao, though originally possessing a dead spirit root, managed to cultivate into a peerless master. The focus wasn't on her sword, but rather, where she achieved it. They questioned how she ascended within the Absolute Beginning Sword Sect. Concurrently, the experts began dissecting whether Jiang Baiqi's heart held a hidden secret.

Amid this wave of enthusiasm, the analysis experts garnered elevated attention, enjoying unprecedented levels of engagement. Each of them plunged into analysis with newfound vigor.

In the quest to understand how Song Juyao, despite her dead spirit root, evolved into an unparalleled expert, the most lauded theory emphasized her unique physique. Despite the spirit root's demise, she retained meridians capable of conducting spiritual energy. Speculation suggested that Qin Mei could channel her spiritual power into Song Juyao, providing a form of assistance.

In essence, Song Juyao's achievements were attributed to her resourcefulness.

As the anticipation for Song Juyao's triumph escalated, disgruntled detractors among the audience incessantly berated and discredited this analysis. However, their protestations proved futile, for they lacked valid arguments to substantiate any claims of foul play.

The mystery of Jiang Baiqi's heart consumed the experts, triggering countless late-night analyses. They eagerly awaited the program's release of the episode video, intending to meticulously dissect it from the start.

Naturally, Liangqiao couldn't escape further criticism. The issue surrounding his brother-in-law's script resurfaced. Many were convinced that the time wasted on the brother-in-law's plot had robbed them of the opportunity to witness the continuation of the story. They were left ruminating in confusion, nursing bitter feelings towards the director for unintentionally thwarting their enjoyment.

#Liang Qiao, Open Your Mind, Be Receptive, and Bring Fresh Perspectives#

#The Essence of Being Human Lies in Down-to-Earth Efforts, Liangqiao#

Witnessing these reactions, Liangqiao felt utterly deflated. Was he truly to blame for everything?

In this moment, he lacked the vigor and enthusiasm that had marked his initial appointment as the new director. He felt like a deflated balloon.

The audience's sentiments aside, even the program team was curious about the suspenseful conclusion.

Yet, they never anticipated where the true problem lay.

...

Royal palace.

Chaos had erupted once again.

Upon seeing Jiang Baiqi's heart, the king was suddenly seized by intense pain. The alternating sensations of cold and heat that had momentarily subsided surged back, prompting the cabinet elders to hasten to his side.

The king had endured this anguish for over a year, but this time, there was an unmistakable difference.

"What's happening?"

The internal affairs officer explained, "Your Majesty was watching 'Justice Trial.'"

"The trial show?!" They were taken aback. The king had shown no interest in this program, so why would he be watching it? Regardless, that was not the main concern. "And then?"

"During the time he was watching the show, his condition improved significantly, but just now..." The internal affairs officer furrowed his brows in bewilderment. "Elders, I have a suspicion—I believe I know where His Majesty's heart and destined person may be..."

The cabinet elders were the king's most devoted and loyal attendants, bound by an unbreakable allegiance. Once the internal affairs officer retired, he too would join the cabinet, ascending to the rank of elder. Only they were privy to the truth—the king had cast away his own heart.

As the internal affairs officer divulged his thoughts, the elders' excitement surged, and they eagerly inquired about the location. The internal affairs officer's speculation—that Song Juyao might be the destined person—aroused their intrigue.

"I've arranged for someone to retrieve Song Juyao's information. Look, she is 22 years old this year. His Majesty's demeanor started to change 22 years ago. Do you remember? She was imprisoned at the start of last year. Since her detention, His Majesty's condition has worsened, and the timing perfectly aligns. Moreover, just at the end of the third episode, Jiang Baiqi's heart...it remarkably resembles the historical description."

No one had ever laid eyes on the true form of the owner's heart. Had the internal affairs officer not held his position, this connection between Jiang Baiqi's heart and the king would seem wildly absurd. However, he was the steward of the palace, the king's personal aide.

Presenting them with Song Juyao's details, the internal affairs officer's case became increasingly compelling. The more they delved into the evidence, the more difficult it became to refute. Having scoured every corner of the empire in their search for the destined person, they had inadvertently overlooked one significant place—the detention center and the prison.

They had always assumed that the king's destined person must be an exemplary woman, possessed of the noblest qualities. How could she be a criminal? The thought itself seemed an affront to destiny.

Now, the stark truth lay bare before them: Song Juyao, a criminal, might indeed be the king's fated partner! Delving into Song Juyao's charges only intensified their unease. What on earth was happening? Attempted **** and homicide? It was inconceivable!

As they exchanged wary glances, every fiber of their beings resisted this realization. Just then, the internal affairs officer spoke once more: "Do not despair, everyone. I suggest you watch the first two episodes. It might help ease your minds."

The elders quickly retreated to watch the videos, for there was no way to inquire of the king at this moment.

...

Emerging from the biocabin, Song Juyao moved away. This time, the crowd's cheers were even more exuberant. Reporters, originally stationed below, were now joined by hordes of fans. Police had established cordons to prevent anyone from crossing the line.

As Song Juyao appeared, the fans erupted in thunderous screams, and some were so overwhelmed with excitement that they fainted.

More subdued than in the prior two episodes, Song Juyao kept her head lowered and remained silent.

"Are you tired?" asked a policewoman cautiously, concealing her concern.

Song Juyao glanced up and offered a forced smile. The officer swiftly advised her to rest before moving on.

Proceeding in silence, Song Juyao eventually returned to her cell. Once inside, she headed to the bathroom, splashed her face with icy water, gripped the sink, lowered her head, and a wry smile crept across her lips.

Jiang Baiqi...

The witch's hound...

In a virtual world boasting over five billion NPCs, the likelihood of a single NPC appearing alongside the judge twice was so minuscule as to be negligible. Yet, why did he appear by her side each time? Song Juyao speculated that, in reality, he was closely connected to the virtual world's system. He was near enough to manipulate events covertly, positioning himself to assist her.

Likely, he worked within the palace, the very hub of the virtual world's system. While he may not have held a high-ranking position, his influence was undeniable. Such an influential person would not need to go to such lengths to support her in reality.

In the third episode, her discovery that he had not been taken back by the main system only deepened this conviction. He was an ordinary individual who secretly safeguarded her, possibly an office worker who held a silent admiration. His modest background concealed an astute mind—perhaps he was even a scientist.

Of course, a significant flaw remained in this line of reasoning. His displayed abilities within the virtual world were indicative of power and influence in reality. So, could he be deceased in the real world? But if he were truly gone, how could he secretly manipulate events and position himself by her side?

No matter how she speculated or constructed various plausible scenarios, an unbridgeable gap remained in the logical chain. One or two discrepancies persisted.

Finally, a preposterous conjecture, however absurd, formed in her mind.

——Jiang Baiqi was the king, and she was his destined person. Destiny orchestrated their repeated encounters. Yet, why did he not assist her in reality? The answer was simple. The king was oblivious to these matters; he disliked the show and would never watch it. Moreover, no one could have anticipated that Jiang Baiqi, a figure of almost imperceptible existence, would ascend to the throne. The notion was far too improbable.

With this thought in mind, Song Juyao burst into laughter. How had this idea taken root in her mind? Could Jiang Baiqi's luminous heart have triggered such a preposterous notion? The very notion seemed laughably absurd, and she would be unable to accept it if proven true.

After all, how painful it would be, knowing that her connection with Jiang Baiqi was only possible within the confines of the virtual world.

...

Most people were fixated on the suspenseful conclusion of the third episode, while some had long ceased paying attention to the plot itself, instead directing their focus towards the number in the lower right corner of the live broadcast room.

Nervously, they awaited the outcome. As the vote count steadily climbed and the live broadcast time dwindled down, they clasped their hands in prayer, their gaze unwaveringly fixed on the ever-fluctuating digits. When the live broadcast room plunged into darkness at the last second and the number surged from 49.99 million to 50 million, they leaped from their seats, exulting with jubilation from the depths of their hearts, tears of excitement streaming down their faces.

The tally for Song Juyao's plea had soared to an unprecedented 50 million votes in the annals of trial show history.

In the Tianhuiliang forum, membership figures for those holding coveted invitation codes had surpassed 100,000, resulting in a frenzied atmosphere.

[Ahhhhhh, tears are streaming down my face, 50 million votes!]

[I've hit the commute ticket, I'm a grown man bawling like a child.]

[Crying in JPEG format.]

[Our efforts weren't in vain, and the goddess didn't let us down—mission accomplished!]

[Ahhh, this moment could be etched into history.]

[Hold on, let's not get too carried away. We don't know what the goddess will decide next.]

[Fifty million votes—she can opt for a commutation or a court retrial.]

[The goddess is astute; she won't pick a court retrial. The waters there run deep. If she selects a commutation, we should be prepared to fight for the maximum reduction on her behalf!]

On that night, the hashtag #Song Shicao's 50,000 commutation order tickets# dominated the trending list.

At this juncture, those who had been immersed in the plot's progression were suddenly jolted awake. The internet erupted like boiling water poured into a red-hot cauldron.

[Oh my God! Song Juyao has actually surpassed the commutation threshold!]

[The first defendant in trial show history to genuinely reach the commutation line!]

[...I'm at a loss for words. How will the victim's parents react upon seeing this?]

[We still don't even know who the victim is.]

[Alright, let's see if Song Juyao chooses a commutation or a court retrial. If she picks commutation, it proves her innocence without a doubt!]

"This is ridiculously amusing. If she chooses to commute her sentence, is that admitting guilt? What's with Huo Hai's family background? What about Song Juyao's? There's nothing shady about the procedures. Can she really be wrongfully imprisoned?"

[Oh...so there might not be a fourth episode.]

The topic of whether Song Juyao would opt for a commutation or a court retrial ignited fervent debates among netizens. Many believed that, if she was truly innocent, she should choose a court retrial over a commutation. Otherwise, it would imply guilt.

There remained a smaller contingent who only cared about the absence of thrilling variety shows. With 50 million votes secured, she could either choose a commutation or a retrial. Naturally, Song Juyao had no incentive to partake in the fourth episode.

Could 100 million votes prompt the king's review team to initiate a retrial? Even the Tianhuiliang forum members were hesitant to entertain such a thought. As a person's accomplishments mounted, fear would inevitably creep in—fear of failure. They dreaded that, if Song Juyao persisted and made a misstep, their grand achievements would unravel.

The stakes were high—reduction of her sentence by several years hinged on public sentiment. Given her current popularity and the number of individuals who believed in her innocence, a commutation could lead to substantial sentence reduction. Audacious speculation suggested she might even reduce it from a life term to less than a decade.

However, amid the anticipation for her decision, anxiety prevailed. Worries took root that she might jeopardize this remarkable momentum through an inadvertent error.

Yuan Manzhi, infuriated by Song Juyao's overwhelming votes, rolled her eyes once again and wound up in the hospital.

Huo Sen's heart raced uncontrollably; he once again stood and headed to the prison to visit Song Juyao.

Yet, this time, he was met with the news that Song Juyao had too many visitors, forcing her guests to queue up.

Huo Sen:?

As he gazed at the girl behind the glass wall, Feng Linxia's heart swelled with bittersweet emotions. The second episode had stirred feelings of sympathy for Song Juyao's fourth brother, Evans, and kindled an unexpected connection. In this world, he now had a cause for concern.

The girl on the other side looked back at him with unfamiliar, probing eyes.

"Do we know each other?" Song Juyao inquired. Although she recognized him as Evans through those eyes, she couldn't acknowledge it—after leaving the virtual world, the judge should have forgotten all that transpired within it.

Feng Linxia's expression turned complex, and he refrained from answering. Instead, he said, "For now, that's not the most pressing issue. I've come to inform you that the 'Justice Trial' team will approach you with persuasion to continue participating in the next episode. Don't provide them with an immediate response; wait until the press conference to give your answer."

After all, how could "Justice Trial" willingly let go of their golden goose? They would undoubtedly make a concerted effort to convince her to remain for the subsequent episode.

Song Juyao was momentarily taken aback, not expecting this stranger's sudden appearance and his message.

"Also, you should choose to commute your sentence," Feng Linxia added, his tone more emphatic, his gaze piercing. "If you have faith in me, you'll soon be released from this prison."

Song Juyao: "I was wronged."

"I know. I believe you. But in this instance, you must choose otherwise. You're intelligent; you should understand why."

Song Juyao fell silent.

Feng Linxia studied her for a moment, then took a step forward. "I stand by your side. Trust me."

As Song Juyao remained mute, Feng Linxia gave her one last, searching look before departing.

Shortly after Feng Linxia's departure, another pair of visitors arrived, identical and handsome. Their appearances mirrored each other, yet their personalities stood in stark contrast. Through the glass partition, they fixed her with inscrutable gazes.

Song Juyao pondered for a moment before realizing they were Jin Yao and Jin Yu from the first episode.

"...There's little to say, only a reminder that, in the next decision, you should opt for a reduced sentence," Lan Yao advised.

Lan Yu chimed in, "Outside these walls, the sky is vast, birds in flight. There's no need to take needless risks for a fleeting moment of exhilaration."

"If you place your trust in us, you'll be free before long."

Throughout that day, Song Juyao received numerous visitors. In addition to Feng Linxia, Lan Yu, and Lan Yao, several others made their appearances. Some Song Juyao recognized, while others remained unfamiliar. Yet, things were unfolding as she anticipated.

They cared about her future and extended their support. She believes that many people across the empire still care about this issue and will offer a helping hand.

Those who have connected with her and formed relationships in the virtual world find it difficult to stand idly by in reality. Their hearts ache at the thought—how could they bear it? In their perception, she shines with brilliance, perfection, and has touched their hearts. She is not an insignificant stranger. If she hadn't encountered Huo Hai and the Huo family, she might have been what they envisioned.

Some may not share this sentiment, but as long as a portion of them does, it suffices.

Even the female prison guard who had lent her a book couldn't help but whisper when returning the book: "Don't agree to continue participating in the next episode and avoid choosing a court retrial. If you opt for a commutation, make sure to choose a reduced sentence."

They all advise her to choose a sentence commutation because those who visit her at this time possess respectable family backgrounds. They are well aware of the whirlwind she's been caught in. Opting for a commutation implies relinquishing pursuit of those implicated in her case. They breathe a sigh of relief knowing they are not accountable for her actions and won't turn against her.

Should she persist in her pursuit, a court retrial would be futile. There are too many intricacies at play, and the outcome would likely not align with her wishes. It's essentially her declaration of intent to engage in a relentless battle, which could invite manipulation from unseen puppeteers. Numerous nobles may intervene, making sure she doesn't reach 100 million votes and gain an audience with the king. The situation would become exceedingly complex, with the final outcome uncertain.

In their perspective, this is the greatest assistance they can offer her free of charge, facilitated by the influence of their own personality duplicates. They believe it to be the most advantageous and secure course of action for her.

Under such circumstances, when Huo Sen finally disclosed the number and tempted her with a five-year sentence, it seemed ludicrous. If she were willing, she could walk out of prison tomorrow. Did his offer of five years hold any weight?

The enticement to escape her confines beckoned tantalizingly close. Even Song Juyao couldn't help but feel momentarily swayed—should she continue participating in the next program? Should she persevere through the confines of this narrow prison cell, the judgment of the audience, and the program group's vindictive machinations?

However, this moment of uncertainty was fleeting. She quickly regained her composure. Such assistance wasn't what she sought in the first place.

Choosing a reduced sentence, wouldn't that be an admission of guilt? Her body might be free, but her spirit would remain imprisoned, perpetually burdened by the revolting charge of attempted assault on Huo Hai without causing his demise. Even if she left this place, her ability to take revenge on the Huo family and their conspirators would be compromised, with her motivations fundamentally altered. She aspired to live openly in the sunlight, unburdened by doubt. What she sought was justice—holding each of them accountable for the price they ought to pay.

...

The following day dawned dark and overcast, as if the sky itself might collapse.

Huddled beneath her quilt, Song Juyao clung to herself in a fragile and vulnerable posture. She dreamt of Jiang Baiqi, though the specifics eluded her, tears trickling from the corners of her eyes.

A hurried knocking on the glass jarred her awake.

She rose and drew back her latest privilege—a white curtain.

On the other side stood a female prison guard familiar to her.

The guard appeared highly agitated. Upon seeing that Song Juyao was awake, she swung open the door and ushered her toward the restroom, urgently saying, "Hurry and freshen up. Here are some clothes. Change quickly!"

"What's happening?" Song Juyao questioned, perplexed, as she accepted the bag thrust at her.

"Someone's coming from the palace!" The guard's eyes gleamed with excitement, her emotions evident in her reddened eyes. She grasped Song Juyao's hands tightly, exclaiming, "Do you know who it is? It's the internal affairs officer. My goodness, you're about to meet His Majesty the King!"

Chapter 100

What? Song Juyao was in a daze. Urged by the female prison guard, she swiftly freshened up and changed into the provided clothes.

"You can meet the king, my God, you have the chance to converse with His Majesty the King, and you also have the chance to cease participating in this program and let the King's review team reevaluate your case..." The female prison guard's excitement surpassed even Song Juyao's own. It was evident she wholeheartedly believed in Song Juyao's innocence.

These garments clearly weren't arranged by the female prison guard. The fabric felt soft and luxurious to the touch, its fit impeccable, the style exuded an elegant, understated glamour, appearing conspicuously valuable at first glance. If not the female prison guard, it was evident someone from the palace had sent them.

Certainly, she couldn't meet the ruler of this land donning a prison uniform. It wouldn't befit the most esteemed monarch of the nation.

But why did the king desire to meet her? Having performed well in several episodes, she'd garnered attention from the palace beforehand, leading to the king's involvement and the subsequent dispatch of a review team to preemptively investigate her case. It was one of the hypotheses she'd mulled over extensively; it wasn't detrimental to her.

Yet, despite this long-anticipated day arriving, she found herself curiously devoid of joy. Instead, an inexplicable unease consumed her.

Meanwhile, the major shareholders behind "Justice Trial," upon learning of the palace's impending visit, grew anxious. The palace is seeking Song Juyao? How could that be? Could her performance have been so exceptional as to capture the king's interest? It seemed far-fetched! Regardless of her prowess, was it merely a variety show? Could it genuinely attract the king's attention?

The internal affairs officer designated to escort Song Juyao turned out to be a youthful man, exuding a sunny disposition, his smile as warm as spring.

"Good day, Miss Song. I am the internal affairs officer serving under His Grace, Duke Murphy. I am here to extend an invitation for you to attend his dinner."

The Duke's steward, not the King's.

Song Juyao felt a sudden release in her heart, a smile unconsciously tugging at her lips. She must have been lost in thought—why was she entertaining such preposterous notions?

If Jiang Baiqi within the virtual world represents the king, and she is his destined counterpart, how could he remain indifferent to her suffering, disregarding her distress and refraining from taking action?

She is the one he's fated for. Shouldn't he be capable of locating her if he truly wished to? If she were a tiny speck in a desolate abyss, he'd surely traverse the realms to retrieve her.

Could her reservations stem from this disbelief?

Hence, Archie couldn't possibly be the king.

Even the major shareholders, now privy to the truth, breathed a sigh of relief. They hadn't been summoned by His Majesty's internal affairs officer after all. They had speculated as much, given that the king had never favored the show and his temper had worsened in recent years. How could he deign to watch a show he abhorred? Palace staff would never instigate such matters.

What a relief! Thankfully, the cash cow remained intact.

The car bore no license plate, solely adorned with the insignia of the landowner. Anyone could discern it belonged to the palace. It maneuvered through a designated lane, and should it encounter a traffic light, intelligent sensor devices would issue early warnings and adjust the rules to ensure an unhindered journey.

Gazing out the window at the fleeting scenery, Song Juyao found herself immersed in contemplation once more.

Numerous individuals reside within the palace, yet only one individual could host a banquet within its walls, inviting a convict to partake. That individual is Duke Murphy.

Unlike the landowners, Duke Murphy lacks the noble bloodline. He is a prodigious scientist of extraordinary talent, once serving as the king's assistant. His contribution to the creation of the virtual world system garnered him praise and bestowed privileges beyond the reach of others.

Song Juyao possessed scant knowledge of the duke. She faintly recalled reading reports that portrayed him as unassuming and reticent... Huh?

Pausing mid-thought, a notion abruptly surged to the forefront of her mind—could Jiang Baiqi be him?

Residing within the royal palace, he would possess access to the primary system of the virtual world, characterized by an unassuming appearance and exceptional wisdom. His intellect afforded him a reputation and status. These traits aligned seamlessly with her perception of Jiang Baiqi in the real world. And perhaps there were hidden complexities preventing him from extending assistance in reality?

In sum, if she were to encounter Jiang Baiqi, she would unequivocally sense it; recognition would be instantaneous.

Anticipation for her visit to the palace grew.

...

The royal palace.

The king's breaths came slightly labored; his hand pressed against his forehead as he battled a feverish heat.

His disposition soured, and after dismissing the cabinet elders and internal affairs officers who sought to coerce his acquiescence to fate, he found himself bedridden with a high fever.

The disconcerting sensations had shifted. Previously, he'd experienced bouts of heat and cold, discomfort superficial in nature, readily alleviated by expelling excess heat or embracing the cold. However, the current experience differed; he was ailing akin to a human being.

Akin to humans...

Eyes fluttered open, imbued with a murderous glint.

To delight for another's sake, to suffer for another's sake, to be governed by another's whims—was this a boon? Quite the contrary; it was undeniably a curse. The artifice of fate, concocted by cunning humans who manipulated the original landowners into embracing this so-called destiny devoid of benefit.

He'd never experienced such sensations until 22 years ago. With Song Juyao's advent into this realm, it was as if an intruder had infiltrated his serene, methodical existence, imparting disorienting surprises—human emotions.

An aversion to being governed by external forces consumed him, and he detested experiencing inexplicable emotions mid-experiment. He understood how history's kings had plummeted. Consequently, he discarded the heart that incessantly impelled him to locate her. Alas, he hadn't anticipated that despite relinquishing that heart, Song Juyao's influence would persist.

This only served to fuel his ire, akin to being threatened. And despite ridding himself of his heart, he remained susceptible to Song Juyao's sway.

Jiang Baiqi harbored little faith in her love for him. He knew he was a mere heart—an appendage, a token. What worth could a heart possess? In the face of human realization that she was fated for a king or his heart, wouldn't the choice be obvious?

Regrettably, Jiang Baiqi's apprehensions were misplaced. He would never bow to destiny, willingly submitting to someone predesignated for him.

...

The palace's elders were eagerly anticipating it.

After staying up late last night to watch the first two episodes and catching the third episode just released, they had set aside their preconceived bias against Song Juyao. It was implausible for fate to demean the king in such a manner. Her performance within the virtual world had been outstanding; she exuded nobility, intelligence, kindness, bravery, and quick-wittedness. It was inconceivable that she had been wronged.

Regrettably, their stubborn Majesty, the King, remained unwilling to embrace his destined partner. They dared not take unilateral action by instructing the review team to assist Song Juyao, fearing it might challenge the King's authority and irritable disposition.

Hence, they sought an opportunity to invite Song Juyao to the palace, witnessing whether fate would guide their encounter. Furthermore, the fact that Song Juyao had been invited by the palace couldn't be concealed. Those plotting against her would now need to weigh their options and consider the risks before attempting any underhanded maneuvers.

Finally, they observed the car's return to retrieve Song Juyao.

"Quick..."

"Wait! Did we appear overly enthusiastic?"

"Fine, it seems that..."

The elderly couple who had hurried out hastily retreated, peeking surreptitiously.

"...She's stunning, but so frail."

"Indeed, she's quite delicate..."

"The prison food must be unappetizing. You've suffered greatly. It's no wonder His Majesty is so uncomfortable."

"..."

Song Juyao paused, turning her head, prompting the heads to promptly retract. Song Juyao hadn't noticed anything.

However, she didn't delve into the matter. People approached from all directions, eyeing her with astonishment. Those invited to this banquet might have learned about her through the show, their surprise rooted in her criminal status and her presence within the palace.

The sky grew darker, the wind picked up, and an absence of sunlight cast an almost nocturnal ambiance over the scene.

Yet, regardless of the looming darkness, it remained morning—a peculiar time for a banquet. Although Song Juyao had been perplexed earlier, upon entering the venue with the internal affairs officer, she realized the banquet seemed to be a spontaneous decision. Overall, no glaring issues existed, yet several details belied its impromptu nature.

For instance, some of the decorative flowers boasted withered petals.

Duke Murphy had hurriedly arranged the banquet and extended the invitation. Did he wish to meet her?

Song Juyao's anticipation for meeting Duke Murphy intensified.

"Miss Song, I never expected to encounter you here." A male voice resounded, causing Song Juyao to turn her head. Before her stood a young man clad in a red woolen suit, his half-length, curly black hair lending him a slightly smiling visage. His smile was subtle yet captivating, endowing him with an alluring charm tinged with a touch of wildness.

"And you are?"

"I'm Yun Yang. You may not know me, but I aided you during the second episode. I persuaded the program team to release the video of you and Jiang Mi's childhood in advance," Yun Yang said with a smile, his gaze entwining with Song Juyao's, beguiling anyone who met his peach blossom eyes.

He was one of the major shareholders of "Justice Trial." Song Juyao replied, "Hello."

"Come now, given this rare opportunity to breathe fresh air, let's not squander it. Have a drink." Yun Yang raised his glass, clinking it with Song Juyao's in a jovial manner.

"Thank you, but I'm sensitive to alcohol. Imbibing might contravene the regulations, leading to complications." Song Juyao responded with a smile.

Numerous individuals pondered why Song Juyao had been invited, yet their contemplations remained concealed, reserved for private inquiry.

Song Juyao had been waiting nearly an hour for Duke Murphy, her high heels rendering her feet weary. With no one in her vicinity, she inquired of Yun Yang, "Has Duke Murphy yet appeared?"

Yun Yang hesitated, "Well... I suppose so. His temperament is rather peculiar; he claims the wind dictates his actions, allowing him to host impromptu banquets whenever he pleases. However, his responsibilities keep him occupied. It's not out of the ordinary for him to remain unforthcoming."

"How might I encounter him?"

Yun Yang arched an eyebrow, bemused by Song Juyao's desire to witness Murphy's work. Could she have developed feelings for this influential figure? His gaze inadvertently shifted towards his own legs.

"If you wish to meet him, you should visit the Academy of Sciences, correct? Upon exiting the palace gate, turn left and proceed directly, behind Cangwu Courtyard," Yun Yang explained.

Given her criminal status, Song Juyao remained uncertain whether she could navigate independently. As she mulled over consulting someone, the opportunity arose, and she attempted to leave. Surprisingly, the palace gate guards didn't intervene.