You said it was a useless body, yet you punched a saint to pieces?

Chapter 47 The Demon's Guidance

In a short while, the fish-dragon jade talisman was delivered to the private room where Wang Dao was.

The one who delivered this item was not an ordinary maid, but the legendary owner of the Treasure Pavilion.

At this moment, Liu Ruyan was right in front of him. She was wearing a semi-transparent purple gauze dress that tightly hugged her graceful figure, perfectly outlining her stunningly beautiful curves.

Large swathes of snow-white skin were faintly visible, and a few strands of lazy black hair brushed against her captivating eyes, exuding a deadly allure that could make any man's blood boil.

"I am Liu Ruyan, the head of the Zhenbei Wangcheng branch of Jubaoge. I greet you, Seventh Young Master."

Liu Ruyan moved gracefully to Wang Dao's side, smiling before speaking. Her alluring eyes, like silk threads, seemed to hook straight into one's heart.

Upon seeing this, Ji Mingyue's originally cold and noble face darkened, and a hint of coldness flashed in her beautiful eyes.

Wang Qingyue covered her mouth and chuckled, her gaze shifting between the two of them. She teased, "Our seventh brother is quite charming, actually making Pavilion Master Liu personally deliver treasures to our door."

Liu Ruyan seemed oblivious to Ji Mingyue's murderous gaze. She gently placed the brocade box on the table, leaning forward slightly, creating a captivating fragrance.

Her watery eyes were fixed intently on Wang Dao, and her red lips parted slightly:

"In my opinion, only a romantic figure like the Seventh Young Master is worthy of this treasure."

"The fish-dragon jade talisman has truly returned to its rightful owner in the hands of the Seventh Young Master. He must be the one destined to be with you."

At this point, she changed the subject, her tone carrying a hint of coquettishness and disdain:

"Unlike those people from the Jixia Academy, who are full of benevolence and morality on ordinary days, but when it comes to crucial moments they only know how to use their power to intimidate others and don't follow any rules at all."

"I admire Seventh Young Master's bold and domineering true nature more."

Wang Dao sighed inwardly. This woman was truly a vixen who brought ruin to the country and its people. To be able to hold onto the position of manager of this branch of the Treasure Pavilion, her ability to speak to people in a way that suited them was truly masterful.

He picked up the conversation and started chatting with Liu Ruyan.

For some reason, during these few short exchanges, Wang Dao felt an unusually pleasant mood. His tense mind inexplicably relaxed, and he even felt a strong urge to confide his secrets to her.

Just as he opened his mouth to speak!

"Buzz!"

The Dragon Abyss Sword within his body trembled violently, and a chilling sword intent instantly washed over his entire body.

Wang Dao shuddered and instantly came to his senses.

He looked up abruptly and saw a bottomless vortex in those seemingly affectionate and alluring eyes.

What a formidable woman! If it weren't for the warning from the Dragon Abyss Sword, I would have fallen into her trap.

Warning bells rang in Wang Dao's heart, but he remained outwardly calm. However, his eyes instantly became clear and sharp, without the slightest trace of confusion.

Liu Ruyan keenly noticed this change, and a strange light flashed quickly in the depths of her captivating eyes.

She gave Wang Dao a deep look, then immediately withdrew that invisible allure, her face still bearing that gentle, warm smile.

"Now that the treasure has been delivered, I will not disturb Seventh Young Master's enjoyment any longer. I will take my leave."

She bowed slightly in greeting, then drifted away like a fragrant purple breeze.

Wang Dao's face was solemn, his eyes blazing as he stared intently at Liu Ruyan's graceful purple figure as she gradually disappeared around the corner, his gaze lingering for a long time.

"Stop looking, your soul is almost flying away with that Pavilion Master Liu."

"If you really can't bear to part with it, it's not too late to catch up now."

Wang Qingyue's clear and melodious voice rang out at the right moment, carrying a hint of teasing.

Ji Mingyue, standing to the side, let out a cold snort, her clear, cold eyes filled with disdain:

"Seventh Young Master probably has no idea how embarrassing he looked just now. His eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets, and he was drooling!"

Wang Dao subconsciously raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth. Finding it dry, he realized he'd been tricked and immediately rolled his eyes.

"Nonsense! This young master has unwavering self-control; how could I be swayed by beauty? Don't slander me without reason!"

Immediately, he suppressed his playful expression, frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Just now... I had a very strange feeling."

The moment she opened her mouth, I felt as if my mind had been overwhelmed. A strange and intense urge to confide surged within me, and I wanted to pour out all the secrets I had kept hidden in my heart to her. It felt like…

"Heart Demon Heaven".

Before Wang Dao could finish speaking, Wang Qingyue and Ji Mingyue exchanged a glance and uttered three words in unison.

Wang Dao's heart skipped a beat. The reason he frankly shared his feelings just now was that he knew these two people came from extraordinary backgrounds and were very knowledgeable, and he wanted to find out more about the woman.

Ji Mingyue raised her beautiful eyebrows slightly, her gaze, which had previously held a hint of disdain, now showing a touch of surprise:

"The Demon Summoning Technique is a treacherous and secret art that directly targets one's true nature, and it is all-pervasive."

"I never expected that Seventh Young Master could break free from this force with his own will. It seems that Father Emperor's high regard for you is not without reason. You really have some skills."

"Heart Demon Summoning? What is that?" Wang Dao was completely confused.

Wang Qingyue picked up her teacup, took a small sip, and slowly began to speak:

"There are many demonic sects in the world, but only the six major demonic sects can truly be called giants, and the Heart Demon Heaven is the most mysterious and unpredictable of them."

"This Heart Demon Summoning Technique is the peerless secret technique of the Heart Demon Heaven. It is said that when cultivated to a high level, it can trigger the most hidden demonic obstacles in the depths of a cultivator's heart at a glance, causing the person to unknowingly sink into the illusion of the Heart Demon and become a puppet controlled by it."

"As for manipulating emotions and playing with people's hearts, it's just commonplace for them."

Upon hearing this, Wang Dao felt a chill run down his spine, and a fine layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

If it weren't for the mysterious Longyuan Sword within his body giving him a timely warning and dispelling that strange mental fluctuation, he would probably have already fallen into that woman's trap, and even the color of his underwear would have been revealed.

"The outside world is too scary. How can even business people be so ruthless?" Wang Dao muttered to himself, still feeling lingering fear.

Seeing Wang Dao's discomfiture, Ji Mingyue's lips curled into a breathtaking smile, a smile full of hidden meaning:

"I never expected to encounter the successor of the Heart Demon Heaven in this Zhenbei Royal City."

"It seems that not only the major holy lands, but even the six major demonic sects are getting restless this time."

"Things are about to get really lively over there in the Ten Thousand Mountains."

The auction came to an end, and the commotion subsided. Wang Dao and his entourage did not linger at the Treasure Pavilion, but went straight back to the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion.

Meanwhile, in the western corner of Zhenbei Royal City, there is a secluded alley that rarely sees sunlight throughout the year.

At the end of the alley stood an old shop with a mottled facade. Two white banners fluttered in the wind above the door. The shop was filled with paper effigies of children, wreaths, and funeral clothes. The air was filled with a musty smell and cheap sandalwood scent that lingered for years.

This is a shop that specializes in funeral services.

A figure completely shrouded in a large black cloak walked in silently, its footsteps making no sound at all on the bluestone slabs.

Deep inside the shop, an elderly man with a hunched back was pasting paper figures without raising his head. His withered, claw-like hands continued to slowly manipulate the paste and bamboo strips, and his aged voice seemed to come from a coffin lid:

"Sir, would you like to order a coffin or some paper money to burn for your ancestors? If not, please turn right as you exit."

The man in black robes stood amidst the pile of paper effigies, seemingly blending into the eerie background.

"I'm looking for the Hall of Rebirth."

The voice had been processed by special spiritual power, making it hoarse and deep, indistinguishable as male or female, and even more so as young or old.

"There are only funeral parlors here, no shrines for the deceased." The old man still didn't look up, the bamboo strip in his hand curving into a strange arc, which was the ribs of the paper figure.

"I need your sect to kill someone." The man in black robes said without any preamble, his eyes, hidden beneath his hood, gleaming with a sinister light. "The reward is not a problem."

Only then did the old man who made the paper figures slowly stop what he was doing.

He slowly raised his head, revealing a face covered in age spots, with sunken eye sockets. Only one eye shone with a cloudy yellow light, while the other eye socket was empty and hollow, making him look extremely eerie.

"As long as the price is right, there's no wronged soul in this world we can't send away." The old man's one eye sized up the man in black robes, then he grinned, revealing a set of broken, yellowed teeth. "Whom would you like to... pass away, sir?"

The man in black robes pulled a heavy storage bag from his robes, casually tossed it onto the dusty counter, and uttered a name, word by word:

"The seventh son of the Prince of Zhenbei, the way of the king."