"How about you let her go, and I'll be your hostage?"
"No way!" Mu Yun and Mu Lei quickly jumped out and tried to stop him. "No! Master, let us be his hostage!"
Tian Jiyue frowned. "Di Fuyi, don't be reckless! It is not a small matter. You can't just make your own decisions!"
Gu Canmo stepped forward. "I'm willing to sacrifice myself! But Celestial Master Zuo is certainly not allowed to do that!"
Everyone saw The Lord as their god as Di Fuyi was the one who bore all the responsibilities and calmed the citizens whenever there was chaos!
Mo Zhao hated him so badly and would probably kill Di Fuyi as soon as he surrendered! Hence, none of them agreed with his decision.
Gu Canmo quickly persuaded Di Fuyi. "Celestial Master Zuo, don't be threatened by him. He has no way of escaping now, so, he wouldn't dare to do anything to Gu Xijiu. He is just taking a risk to see whether you would compromise..."
Di Fuyi sighed. "However, I can't take the risk. I can't risk her life for this battle!"
Gu Canmo remained silent.
Di Fuyi said as he looked at Mo Zhao. "That's all I can offer you. If you turn down my offer, then we can only fight until one of us is dead..."
Mo Zhao was probably worried that Gu Xijiu would take the opportunity to distract him by struggling. Hence, he knocked her out first. At this moment, she was being held by Mo Zhao as though she was a puppet. She was unconscious even though her eyes were open.
Di Fuyi lifted his hand and spoke as he drew a spell, "If I can't save her, I'll kill her first so that you can't torture her!"
Since they had come this far, Mo Zhao could only agree to his condition, but he added two more terms. Firstly, Di Fuyi had to release all of his subordinates. Secondly, he would not release Gu Xijiu but promised that he would never hurt her. He was even willing to swear.
Di Fuyi accepted both of his requests. However, the oath he spoke would be designed by Di Fuyi. The oath was, "I'll never do anything harmful to Gu Xijiu for the rest of my life. If I do, I shall spend the rest of my life in the depths of hell for all eternity."
People in this continent were not allowed to simply make pledges as they would receive bad karma if they acted against their oaths. Mo Zhao thought for a second before he decided to make the promise as Di Fuyi had agreed with his requests.
...
The lamp that Di Fuyi saw was not something which belonged to this era, yet it was used in the underground palace all year round. The lamp that they were using was, in fact, an energy-saving lamp.
It felt as though they were entering a huge modern lab when they arrived in the underground palace as everything looked new and uncommon to Di Fuyi.
Mo Zhao had made Di Fuyi drink several types of poisons and also sealed more than ten acupoints on his body as a safety precaution. He had even stabbed him!
Of course, he did not want Di Fuyi to die now. Hence, the injuries were not serious. However, he had stabbed him in his lower abdomen so that he could not use his spiritual power.
As a result, Di Fuyi had been injured to the extent that he could not even walk properly.
Mo Zhao even had to assign two of his people to carry Di Fuyi down from the Fire Ship. Initially, he had told them to drag Di Fuyi down. However, Di Fuyi was obsessed with cleanliness and refused to be dragged around like dirt. In the end, he threatened them that he would jump into the lava.
Celestial Master Zuo had an extraordinary physique, and they were unable to get him to sleep even though they had stimulated his sleep acupoint. Though he had lost his spiritual power, he could still perform his Density Shift ability. The two men who were dragging him felt like they were pulling a small mountain.
Mo Zhao was not interested in them. Hence, he got someone to bring three chairs. One was for Gu Xijiu who had fainted, one for Di Fuyi and another one for Long Fan who was severely.
Di Fuyi stopped struggling and was finally willing to sit still on the chair. He had taken the chance to observe his surroundings while he was being dragged around the underground palace. Occasionally, he even criticized their layout and decorations. He told them that the fortress was too cold and was not as elegant as he had thought. He also recommended them to put a few pots of plants along the tunnel as decoration.
Mo Zhao knew about Di Fuyi's strange temper and preferences as he had made contact several times with Di Fuyi back in the old days when he was Rong Che. He used to look up to Di Fuyi. On the other hand, Di Fuyi was never bothered with him. They only had brief conversations with each other from time to time, and usually just nodded as a greeting to each other if they met.
Therefore, Celestial Master Zuo was still as mysterious as a god in his heart. Back in the old days, Mo Zhao felt that all the mighty people had a strange character, so it was reasonable to him
Mo Zhao recalled that he had always wanted to defeat Celestial Master Zuo and step on his chest until he sank into the mud. He felt that the reason why Di Fuyi looked so cool was due to his prestigious position and the fact that no one could threaten him or even hurt him. However, if he were to be defeated and imprisoned, he would be so shameful and embarrassed. At least, he would not be able to act so coolly anymore.
However, even though Celestial Master Zuo had been caught and was severely injured, he was still able to enjoy the scenery like a tourist instead of a prisoner! Mo Zhao felt that he had lost his patience!
His air of politeness was growing thin as Di Fuyi would not stop criticizing about the jade design of the arc above the ceiling. He finally burst out in anger and grabbed Di Fuyi's collar. "Di Fuyi, I'll cut off your tongue if you continue talking!"
Di Fuyi looked at him calmly. "Are you going to break your oath?"
He forced Mo Zhao to add another condition to his oath which was that he could kill Di Fuyi, but he would not be allowed to insult him. Mo Zhao would be struck by thunder if he ever insulted Di Fuyi.
Therefore, Mo Zhao was permitted to stab Di Fuyi and destroy his spiritual power, but he was not allowed to cut his tongue or dig his eyeballs, etc.
Of course, Mo Zhao did not want to break his oath. Thus, he laughed coldly as he let go of his collar. "Since you're going to die very soon, I'll forgive you."
Therefore, Di Fuyi sat back and relaxed as he continued to enjoy his surroundings. His fingers tapped on the hand rest. "Mo Zhao, I was just wondering why you are refusing to kill me? Are you going to wait until Chinese New Year? Or are you taking into consideration the fact that we were once old friends when you were Rong Che?"
Mo Zhao suddenly laughed. "You'll know soon enough!"
He got someone to throw Di Fuyi into a prison cell. It was a very special prison as the walls were made from green jade which was resistant to heat. However, it was scorching inside like a steamer. Di Duyi was placed on a hot stone and was tied with about seven to eight spiritual chains.
The spiritual chains were even worse than spiritual lock as it reduced one's spiritual power. On the other hand, the spiritual lock only prevented one from using their spiritual power. One would not be able to escape once they were tied with the spiritual chain and their spiritual power would be completely nullified if they were chained for more than ten days.
Even if Di Fuyi were to be released, he would not possess any spiritual power. Mo Zhao was indeed evil and ruthless. Firstly, he had stabbed Di Fuyi in his lower abdomen so that he could not use his spiritual power and now he was going to reduce Di Fuyi's spiritual power using the spiritual chain. It looked like he wanted to make him handicapped.
Mo Zhao was a cautious person, and he knew that Di Fuyi's spies must have disguised themselves among the people that he had led out from the palace earlier. Therefore, he did not allow them to continue with their prior duties since they returned and instead kept them all together in a big hall. It was like a massive prison without any windows and only a small door with a passage that could fit one person at a time. He then investigated them one by one.
Since he had to investigate every one of them in detail, the progress was tedious, and it took five days to finish the investigation. Strangely enough, he did not find any of Di Fuyi's subordinates even after a series of investigations.
He let out a sigh of relief but at the same time felt that something was wrong. He had a feeling that they were somewhere here. Therefore, he ordered a few of his guards to investigate again.
He even came out with a whistleblowing policy. Everyone was supposed to report to him whenever they saw someone who was suspicious.
Though it was a safe method to conduct the investigation multiple times, there were cons to the process as well, especially the whistleblowing policy. Many of them simply made a report to their superiors about the people they did not like... Therefore, many innocent people were killed.
Many of them were very upset with such a strange and cruel policy, especially those who were suspended for investigation in the big hall. Initially, they were all part of the elites living in the underground palace. Now, not only were they suspected of being a traitor, but the other members were also boycotting them.
Though many of them held important positions in the various departments, they could not even step into their own offices now!
Even though they were upset, they did not dare to show it on their faces due to Mo Zhao's ruthless personality. However, many of them had lost their confidence and loyalty.
Though the underground palace looked quiet and peaceful, hatred was starting to grow among the elites like a cyclone forming at the bottom of the sea.
Long Fan had been severely injured. Fortunately, he was a physician and was, therefore, able to heal himself. He could finally get back to work after resting for two days.
Long Fan had learned his lesson from the incident where Gu Xijiu had damaged the CCTV so that she could escape. Hence, he had installed a few CCTVs in Mo Zhao's room as well as his own. Therefore, even if the CCTV in the general areas were all damaged, they would still have two more as a backup.
The reason why Long Siye had managed to escape when he was imprisoned was that there were no CCTVs in that room. However, this time would be different as they had learned their lesson. Long Fan had installed four CCTVs in the place where Di Fuyi was being imprisoned so that they could observe him from every angle.
Mo Zhao would observe Di Fuyi a few times a day as he felt that he had a better appetite after watching him suffer. In fact, he did not need to eat as he was living in the form of a soul. However, he felt like he was eating a holy fruit whenever he looked at Di Fuyi and was very happy.
Even though Di Fuyi looked calm even after he was chained, his face was getting paler, and his consciousness was weakening. He tried meditating and strengthening his Kung Fu when he was first imprisoned. However, his spiritual power had gradually decreased to the extent that he could no longer practice his Kung Fu.
One would feel extremely bored if their movements were restricted. Therefore, Di Fuyi began to sleep. The more he slept, the weaker he became.
When Di Fuyi regained his consciousness, he saw that a couple was standing in front of him, looking as beautiful as jade.
The man was wearing a long pale green robe with flow line patterns. His facial features were delicately modeled with affectionate eyes, and he looked like someone with a very posh accent. There was a folding fan in his hand, swaying back and forth in an elegant motion. The man was Mo Zhao.
The woman next to him looked very refined and graceful. She looked like the most dazzling flower on earth. Her temperament was a little chilly. She was wearing a dress with the same color and patterns as Mo Zhao's robe and held a bamboo flute in her hand. From her expression, she seemed calm and composed. The woman was Gu Xijiu. She wrapped her arm around his, as though a little bird resting upon him. She stared at Di Fuyi, and he could see the curiosity in her bright eyes.
Di Fuyi's eyes fell on her arm that was wrapped around Mo Zhao's. As far as he was concerned, although Mo Zhao's soul was powerful enough to be cemented into a solid form and to perform great moves, his body was, after all, a virtual constitution. Once he had physical interaction with another person, he or she would either go through his body directly without being able to touch him, or be frozen and seized up by the power of his soul. However, both of them were standing in front of him, arm in arm. Gu Xijiu did not seem to be bothered at all.
Mo Zhao now had a real body. He was no longer a virtual figure! Di Fuyi's eyes were sharp enough to tell the difference. It was, nonetheless, not his biggest concern. He cast a glance briefly at Mo Zhao, then turned his attention to Gu Xijiu. Her behavior was rather atypical.
Di Fuyi's eyes darkened. "Mo Zhao, what have you done to her?"
Smilingly, Mo Zhao responded. "Nothing, she is now my fiancée, I could not express my admiration for her even more. Why should I do anything to her, at all?" Gently, he patted on her hand as a hint. "Xijiu, my shoulders are a little uncomfortable."
Anxious, Gu Xijiu seemed to be immediately triggered. She sat him down on a rock bench and stood eagerly behind him to massage his shoulders. Her clenched fists repeatedly rose and fell with strength neither too strong nor too weak. Mo Zhao closed his eyes comfortably. He seemed to be enjoying himself.
Di Fuyi focused his eyes on Gu Xijiu's fists and her every motion. Unimpressed, he pursed his lips tightly.
Mo Zhao opened his eyes and threw an interesting look at Di Fuyi. He saw that his face grew even paler and was immediately delighted. Once again, he turned around to give instructions to Gu Xijiu. "Xijiu, I am a little thirsty."
In a snap, Gu Xijiu turned and ran away. "I will make tea for you."
Di Fuyi was speechless.
He looked at Mo Zhao with cold eyes. "She has been drugged! Mo Zhao, you have promised never to hurt her! Aren't you worried to go against your own words?"
Mo Zhao gently fixed his robe in a leisurely manner. "I have only erased her memory, as her past is not all that well and it will only bring her pain. Better yet, she seems like an all-new person right now. She loves and cares only for me. I did not hurt her. On the contrary, she is now in excellent shape like never before. Every day, she is happy. Isn't it the best for her?"
There was nothing good. Gu Xijiu was more like a robot without her own thoughts. Was that good for her?
"Di Fuyi, have you realized any difference in me?" Smilingly, Mo Zhao was fishing for his approval.
Nonchalantly, Di Fuyi closed his eyes. "Your mortal flesh is merely a vile skin-bag, what is there for you to be happy about?"
Mo Zhao did not know what to say.
Moments later, Gu Xijiu returned with a tea set in her hands. She even brought a small, red clay pot with her. She sat down and started making tea. She looked down and focused entirely on her every step, as though her life's purpose was revolved around making tea.
The air was filled with an overwhelming tea aroma, stimulating Di Fuyi's taste buds. She had prepared two teacups in advance. She smiled sweetly at Mo Zhao as she filled his cup, "Taste it and tell me what you think."
Satisfied, Mo Zhao took a sip and complimented her. "Not bad!"
Gu Xijiu's eyes brightened at his compliment as if it was the greatest thing that had happened to her. Di Fuyi was annoyed. Hesitantly, he spoke to her in a mild tone, "Xijiu, can I have some tea as well? I am very thirsty."
He was indeed dehydrated. The place was as hot as a steamer. Moreover, he had no spiritual power to serve as his protection. The heat had almost dried every bit of moisture from his body; even his red lips were starting to crack under the heat.
Gu Xijiu turned to look at him. His dry lips had caught her eyes. She pursed her lips at her sight, then filled another cup of tea for him. There was a flicker in Mo Zhao's eyes. However, he did not halt her from doing what she was doing. He only stood there with his arms wrapped around his body. His eyes followed her as she walked towards Di Fuyi.
When Gu Xijiu was in front of Di Fuyi, she suddenly knitted her brows in a frown and took a few steps back.
Di Fuyi could immediately tell the difference in her unusual expression. "What is wrong?"
Once again, Gu Xijiu's eyes fell on his dry lips. With a determined look, she pursed her lips and held her breath as she continued walking towards him. She leaned the cup close to his lips. "Drink it, quickly."
Di Fuyi finished the tea that she took for him. The tea aroma filled his lungs. However, the taste was associated with bitter repentance.
Once the tea was finished, Gu Xijiu immediately fell back, as though he was a terrifying monster to her. She even moved the stove which she used to boil water further away from him.
Di Fuyi fixed his eyes on her. "Xijiu, can I have another cup of tea?"
Gu Xijiu furrowed her brows. Hesitantly, she turned around and asked Mo Zhao, "My dearest Zhao, why is he being imprisoned?"
The chains on Di Fuyi's wrists jingled. Dearest Zhao?
Satisfied, Mo Zhao darted a look at Di Fuyi while gently caressing her hair. "The man is a bad guy. He is my greatest enemy."
Gu Xijiu frowned. "Why don't you just kill him?"
Mo Zhao sighed. "He has a life, after all. I just could not do it."
"Oh!" Gu Xijiu did not continue her questions. Instead, she threw a cold eye at Di Fuyi. "You are a bad guy who opposes my dearest Zhao. I will not serve you any more tea."
Di Fuyi did not know how to respond. He sighed. "You do trust him a lot, don't you? What if he is the real bad guy?"
"Nonsense! My dearest Zhao is a good man!" Gu Xijiu refused to talk to him any further. She wrapped her arm around Mo Zhao. "Shall we go?"
Mo Zhao threw a look at the very pale looking Di Fuyi and was exceptionally delighted. Before he left, he decided to make another statement to fulfill her satisfaction even more. "Di Fuyi, Xijiu and I will be married three days from now. Although you are my greatest enemy, I shall not haggle over our unpleasant encounters. I will be sure to invite you to our wedding."
As soon as he was finished, he quickly noticed Di Fuyi's fists that were clenched in a firm clasp. Contented, he left with Gu Xiju.
Di Fuyi was still lying there motionless. This time, Gu Xijiu had no interaction with him at all. When she was massaging Mo Zhao's shoulders, she was really doing it. She was not trying to pass messages to him via Morse codes.
Xijiu, have you forgotten everything?
...
There were four dishes and soup on the dining table. Gu Xijiu was having her meal quietly.
Mo Zhao sat across, watching her. "Delicious?"
Gu Xijiu nodded. Her face brightened up with a beautiful smile as she replied, "Delicious." The pure expression in her eyes looked as innocent as a child's of age seven or eight.
Mo Zhao sighed before he continued, "We will be getting married the day after tomorrow. Are you excited?"
Gu Xijiu's eyes brightened. "Does getting married mean we will be together forever?"
"Yes, you will be my wife after we get married and stay by my side, forever."
"Then, I am excited!" Gu Xijiu answered without the slightest hesitation.
After the meal, she quickly rose to clear the dishes on the table like a newly wedded wife. Mo Zhao stopped her. "You are the future wife of the Great Lord. You need not do any of this menial work, let the servants do it." He rang the silver bell on the table, and a servant then entered and cleared up the dishes swiftly. When she was done, she left with head down.
"My dearest Zhao, would you like some tea?" Gu Xijiu was eagerly attentive.
Mo Zhao hesitated a little, then shook his head. "No need. I am not thirsty."
"Are your shoulders feeling uncomfortable? Would you like me to massage them?"
Mo Zhao was at loss for words. He could not help but feel helpless. "There is no need for that. You have already massaged my shoulders eight times today!"
"Oh," Gu Xijiu responded briefly. She stopped talking and sat quietly with her head down.
Mo Zhao looked at her and started giving her some words of comfort. "Xijiu, there are plenty of ways that you can please me, other than making tea and giving me massages. Can you think of any?"
Perplexed, Gu Xijiu stared blankly at him and repeated his words. "Can I think of any?" She thought about it for a few moments, and then wrapped her hands around her head and rested on the table, "Headache! Headache!"
Mo Zhao was speechless.
When Long Fan entered, Gu Xijiu was suffering from a pain in her head. Cold sweat broke out of her forehead.
Long Fan frowned. "Why is she triggered?" He quickly took out a pill and walked towards Gu Xijiu. He wanted to pull her up and feed her the tablet.
When he touched her, Gu Xijiu immediately took a few steps backward. "Don't you come near me! You stink!"
Long Fan did not know what to say. Unimpressed, he handed the pill to Mo Zhao. "My Great Lord, please feed her the pill."
Mo Zhao heaved a sigh as he raised the pill to her lips and fed her. Not long after, Gu Xijiu was getting a little dazed and sleepy.
Mo Zhao took her to the bed and put her to sleep.
She fell asleep almost immediately and did not respond to Mo Zhao at all, even after he called her name a few times.
"Long Fan, I only wanted her memory to be erased, not for her to become a fool. Look at her, she is like a little fool now, who only knows how to make tea and massage!" Mo Zhao was annoyed. "She even gets a splitting headache when she is required to think. Will she be this way forever?"
He would rather have the old Gu Xijiu who was like a beautiful rose with thorns, not this silly little girl. She was intellectually inferior, like a child of age eight or nine.
Long Fan's expression was blank. "My Great Lord, the medicine that erases her memory has some side effects. I had told you about it before. Moreover, you wished for her to be obedient and liked the tea that she used to make. You were hoping that one day she would massage your shoulders and that she would love you wholeheartedly. Now, all your wishes have been entirely fulfilled. My Great Lord, if you are still not satisfied, then I..."
Frowningly, Mo Zhao clucked his tongue in disapproval. "However, she seems more like a statue now without any joy or curiosity. Is it possible to improve her intelligence?"
Long Fan took a look at Gu Xijiu who was now lying on the bed.
Gu Xijiu was in a deep sleep.
Long Fan shook his head after staring at her momentarily. "There is no other way, temporarily. After all, it is an outcome of all the medicines that we have fed her. It is normal for her to behave in such a way, especially when she has consumed the Sweet Heart pill. The pill will make her fall for you and only you, my Great Lord. It will make her only attracted to your scent. Other men's scents will be too unbearable for her. However, the after-effects of the pill are the most severe, which explains her headaches every time she tries to think. Luckily, she only has to take the pill for a month, and the prescription will stop after that. Otherwise, there could be other issues to deal with. Once she stops taking the pill, the effects will begin to fade as well, along with her headaches. She will then become smarter. By that time, she will already be married to my Great Lord for a while. With Great Lord's strength and charm, you can definitely make her fall for you even without the medicine..."
Mo Zhao kept quiet.
Long Fan continued his question, "My Great Lord, how do you feel, now that your soul has finally attached to this new body? Is there anything odd?"
Mo Zhao's soul had just been attached to his new body this morning. After the successful operation, Long Fan performed a thorough body check of his system and did not notice anything wrong. The body had already been provided with spiritual power at level nine – it was a body in its peak condition!
After failing to notice anything wrong earlier, Mo Zhao quickly took Gu Xijiu out to flaunt her affections for him in front of Di Fuyi. Therefore, Long Fan was unaware whether the body suited him or not.
Mo Zhao thought about it for a while and said calmly, "I have not found anything wrong yet. I will tell you about it tomorrow morning."
Long Fan nodded and stopped commenting.
The fact that Gu Xijiu and Long Siye had damaged the body before their escape was concealed from the Great Lord.
...
Although the underground palace had a considerable amount of female workers, their Kung Fu was of different levels. Some were here for their capabilities, others for their appearances. Those with abilities had more power and could work alongside male workers with almost the same rights. As for those with decent appearances, they would eventually become courtesans, to impress the officials.
If the place were only full of single men, it would be challenging to captivate them. However, with the presence of a woman, it would be easier to win over their minds.
Among the women, there was one whose name was Feng Qing. She was a well-known beauty. She had a lovely and charming look, and more importantly, she was very experienced in that particular aspect. Almost all the men who had slept with her would commit themselves desperately and irredeemably to her. More than half of the men in the palace had spent their nights with her before.
On that night, just she was about to rest, the lights in the room started to flicker, and a man suddenly emerged in her room. She was taken by surprise and stared at the masked man. "You..."
The man was wearing a long black robe with a ghost mask covering his face. Although she could hardly see his face, she knew immediately that he was a good-looking man from his tall and nimble body.
Outsiders would never be able to sneak into the palace. Hence, Feng Qing was not afraid, even though the man emerged all too suddenly. She looked at the man with her big, watery eyes. "You are here in the middle of the night for..."
"Come and serve!" The man interrupted.
"Ah? Do you want to serve me? I am afraid I do not deserve it..."
"I asked for you to serve me!" The man's voice turned icy cold. "I want all of your skills. If you serve me well, you will be rewarded. Otherwise..." The man paused. Then, he pointed his finger at the table in the room and tapped on it. The rock table shattered at once into grains of fine powder.
Feng Qing was startled by the sheer ferocity of his Kung Fu.
Feng Qing was only familiar with seducing men. Her Kung Fu was pathetic. She knew about some styles and structures, at most, but with the sheer strength of the man in front of her, killing her would be as easy as squashing an ant. Therefore, Feng Qing proceeded to 'serve' him.
The masked man had a lean body, but was very picky and not easily pleased. He only allowed her to work on the specific parts and forbade her from seeing the rest of his body. She had exerted herself to the limit but the results were still disappointing. It turned out that 'that part' of the man was still lying flat without any sign of an erection.
Feng Qing used to be very proud of her special skill. It was said that she could excite and turn a sexually impotent man into a real masculine man. However, meeting this man who came unexpectedly during the night proved the theory wrong.
Under normal circumstances, her minimal effort could trigger a man to become desperate to the point where he would throw himself into her arms in immense desperation. They would then make love endlessly for the rest of the night.
However, after all her efforts on this man for more than half an hour, the man did not seem to react at all, even though she had given her all. Instead, he became increasingly cold and detached. The surrounding temperature seemed to drop as well.
Finally, she gave up as it seemed that nothing would work. Discontented, she looked up. "You are obviously impotent, why are you here to make a fool of me?"
The man had an impressive look, but was useless in this regard. He was pleasant to the eye, but of no use in sex. The masked man did not say anything more. He rose, fixed his robe and walked straight towards the door.
Feng Qing was unwilling to let him go. She did not work the whole time for him for nothing in return. She went after him. "Are you leaving just like that? Aren't you going to stay...?" She was not able to finish her sentence. She never could.
The man did not turn his head and only flicked his sleeves towards the back. The lively and kicking Feng Qing was immediately frozen into an ice statue. Then, she was shattered and crushed into dust.
...
It was the middle of the night.
Just when Long Fan was about to fall asleep, he was immediately awakened by Mo Zhao's crude behavior. "Get up!"
Long Fan had had a very long day. He was enraged by the sudden interruption. If he were not the Great Lord, they would already be fighting.
"My Great Lord, what is the matter!?" The tone of his voice was not entirely friendly.
Mo Zhao did not show any friendly tone, either. He almost ground his teeth in anger. "This body has a huge problem!"
Long Fan's heart skipped a beat. His sleepiness disappeared almost entirely. "What huge problem?"
"It is... impotent!"
Long Fan did not know how to react.
He hesitated in his response, "How... How do you know?" He did not expect the Great Lord to try out that sort of activity just after his successful physical attachment.
All those years, the Great Lord had not been indulging himself in lust. Why would he, all of a sudden?
Mo Zhao dissed. When he was playing the role of Rong Che, he was admirable but was not at all indecent. He kept his body pure to help him in his practice. However, seeing beautiful girls would give him natural responses too. When he met Gu Xijiu, he was drawn by her beauty, but he tried very hard to suppress his desperation.
However, after he had successfully attached to his new body, he could hardly feel any urge for her even with physical contact. He was alarmed by the inactivity.
When Long Fan asked him about it, he thought he was only unresponsive to Gu Xijiu's newly cloned body. He tried to try it on somebody else but to his surprise... nothing worked!
The matter was not entirely serious, but he could not dismiss it. Long Fan reflected on the problem for a moment and asked him to try with different women.
Mo Zhao gritted his teeth in agreement. Long Fan then secretly summoned five female followers. These women were beautiful, and each of them was attractive in her own way. They were considered as the most attractive women in the palace. However, the result was abysmal. Although the size of his ... was rather big, it was merely a decoration. It did not erect at all, not even once.
He was impotent, and it was incurable. Mo Zhao's handsome face darkened. The ice-cold temperature in his room would make others feel as though it was ice cold. He threw at an icy glance at the five women, then turned to look at Long Fan. He spoke to him through Directed Audio, "I do not wish anyone to know about it!" After that, he left the room immediately.
Long Fan was speechless. He knew what the Great Lord meant was that he wanted Long Fan to kill them. However, the palace was in a state of anxiety. It would be difficult to kill all five of them without causing a stir.
A light flickered in his eyes. He maintained his composure and offered them advice so that they would keep their mouths shut. The five women were no ordinary people. Some of them had already figured out that they would be killed and fell into a state of terror. However, they were more relieved after hearing Long Fan's words. They quickly promised him by pledging to secrecy.
Long Fan sighed. "You know about such a great secret. The Great Lord has instructed me to kill all of you, but I do not have the heart to do so as you have been with me all these years. We do it this way; I will send you out on a mission, you stay low until the trouble goes away and come back later."
They bore a debt of gratitude for his kind offer and agreed to him immediately. The next morning, Long Fan boarded them into a ship and sent them away personally. He knew very well that they would never come back.
He had altered the structure of the ship, making it disintegrate while it was sailing through the lava. The passengers would perish under the extreme heat without leaving a single trace.
After dealing with the matter, Long Fan was thoroughly exhausted. He returned to his room hoping to get a good rest. Somehow, he looked at one of the surveillance footages at the corner and saw a person running towards the prison.
It was Gu Xijiu!
Long Fan had fed her a considerable dosage the last time... was it entirely useless to her? Had she not lost her memory?
Long Fan's desire to sleep disappeared again. He sat there and watched the screen, trying to stay calm and collected. He had upgraded his surveillance this time to include sound as well.
When Gu Xijiu entered the cell, Di Fuyi was sleeping.
Gu Xijiu stood a distance away from him and watched. She seemed somehow distracted. A few moments later, she started to talk, "Hey!"
Di Fuyi slowly opened his eyes and saw Gu Xijiu. He stared blankly at her and sighed. "What are you doing here? You are not supposed to come here."
Gu Xijiu pinched her mouth into a thin line. "Is your name Di Fuyi?"
There was a sign of pain in his eyes, but he kept his smile. "Yes."
"My dear Zhao told me that you are a bad guy. Are you really a bad guy?"
The question was so dumb that Long Fan felt helpless for her.
Di Fuyi sighed as well. "Xijiu, a real bad guy will never admit that he is a bad guy. There is something wrong with your question. Do I seem like a bad guy to you?"
Gu Xijiu looked at him with her head tilted to one side. "You do not seem like one..."
Di Fuyi beamed at delight at her remark. He looked at her with lights flickering in his eyes. "Xijiu, you should trust your own eyes."
Gu Xijiu focused her vision on his eyes and spoke again, "Your eyes make you look like a bad person."
Di Fuyi's glare felt like it could penetrate one's soul, but he replied, "You have bad eyesight!" Di Fuyi said to her, with a face full of pride.
Gu Xijiu could not help but laugh at his funny remark. "You are quite funny, actually," said Gu Xijiu. Her eyes then fell on the Spiritual Chain that was intended to reduce his spiritual power.
The cuffs were especially wicked. It came with handcuffs and shackles connecting his wrists and ankles. Moreover, the inner circle of the cuffs were covered with emerging nails. These nails would deeply penetrate the flesh and bones of the prisoner. Most cuffs are smeared with the blood of their victims. Even the slightest of movements would cause more bleeding.
Gu Xijiu fixed her gaze on the cuffs attentively for a few moments. She then took two steps forward and asked, "Are you... hurt?"
Di Fuyi looked at her pale little face and smiled at her reaction. "It is fine. Come in front of me, let me take a closer look at you."
Gu Xijiu was still very alert. She shook her head at his request. "No! My dear Zhao told me that you are a cunning man. If I get any closer, you will surely plot against me..."
Di Fuyi sighed. "Look at these chains. I am trapped here and unable to move. I can barely even move my hands. How am I going to plot against you?"
Gu Xijiu's eyes sparkled. He managed to have quickly convinced her, so she stood there and thought about what he said for a moment. "It seems like it."
"I suppose your spiritual power has already reached level six, hasn't it? I have no power to defend myself if you intend to kill me now. Logically speaking, I should be the one who is worried, not you. Am I right?"
Gu Xijiu nodded. "Yes."
She was as innocent as a child. There was a sign of pain in Di Fuyi's eyes, but his smile was showing a mild inconsistency. "Come here and let me have a look at you."
Gu Xijiu had become too naive. She took a few steps closer but stopped abruptly about a meter away from him. She frowned and said, "You stink!"
She seemed like she could no longer endure it, as she kept fanning herself to dismiss the scent.
Di Fuyi did not know what to say. He had not taken a bath in six days. Furthermore, the place was hot, causing him to sweat profusely. He could not utilize his cleaning spell, as the chains had bounded his spiritual power. However, he had the body of a God. He would not stink even if he did not take a bath in days. Yet, the expression on her face made his scent seem unbearable.
Di Fuyi was highly skilled in medicine. Although he did not quite understand Long Fan's modern medicine, he could somehow find some similarities. As his medical knowledge was extensive and profound, it was not long before he managed to find some clues.
He thought about it for a moment and questioned her, "What kind of scent can you smell from me?"
Gu Xijiu furrowed her brows into a tight-knit. "You smell of stinky salted fish."
Di Fuyi did not answer, as that was indeed a disgusting scent. It was no wonder that she held her breath the last time she came closer to feed him with some water.
"Am I the only one who has this scent, or do others have it as well?"
Gu Xijiu answered him accordingly, "Everyone has it. Every man stinks, except for my dearest Zhao. He smells heavenly."
"All men smell of stinky salted fish?"
"They are different. Some smell of smelly tofu, decayed corpse, sweaty feet and even the stench of rotting fish..." Gu Xijiu named the scents one by one as if she were counting them with her fingers.
Di Fuyi's eyes flickered. He looked down and heaved a sigh of disapproval. He knew what kind of poison she had consumed.
Long Fen was really a lunatic. He drugged her with the Sweet Heart poison, causing her to be only intensely interested in Mo Zhao. That explained her enormous trust and affection for Mo Zhao earlier. She even addressed him repeatedly as her dearest Zhao.
He knew how to make the antidote, but with his current situation, there was nothing much that he could do. Just when he was about to say something, Long Fan suddenly emerged with blistering pace. "Xijiu, why are you here? Come with me."