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Adding the Han She Clan only complicates things. Don't even think about letting you participate; we might end up besieged.
Han Lian's expression darkened. "This is exactly what I'm afraid of. The Ancestral Domain can protect our people for a time, but it won't last. If we are surrounded, all our plans will be in vain."
As soon as Han Lian finished speaking, a large number of clan members surged into the Ancestral Domain.
Someone, looking anxious, reported, "Clan Leader, the Dragon Clan has surrounded our territory. They demand the surrender of Junior Disciple Shijiu and Yun Shaozong, promising to spare us if we comply and allow them to enter Xia Zhong Tian. Otherwise, they will annihilate the entire Han She Clan."
Han Xi sneered, "Arrogant!"
Han Lian's face was as cold as iron as he raised his hand, conjuring ice crystals that revealed the current situation outside their territory.
There were indeed many visitors; while the Dragon Clan was few in number, they were not alone—most were from their allied clans. However, the three leaders of the Zun Zhe Jing were all from the Dragon Clan, indicating their murderous intent.
It should be noted that within the Han Clan, Han Lian was their only Zun Jing.
At this moment, even with Yun Zhi Yue's sharp mind, there was nothing she could do given the vast difference in cultivation levels. They could only endure for a while like turtles retreating into their shells.
Fortunately, the chaotic energy was indeed beneficial to Yun Shijiu. Although he had not awakened after several days, his aura had significantly strengthened, and his cultivation was gradually rising.
One day, as Yun Zhi Yue entered a meditative state and her spirit soared, she found herself in the familiar surroundings of Yun Gong.
As always, she nestled in Yue Qi's embrace while he cultivated and she watched him.
Looking around, memories flooded back—everywhere she turned reminded her of their shared moments: the grass they tended together, the painting desk where they created art side by side, and the swing swaying gently in the wind outside.
Feeling a tightening at her waist, Yue Qi pressed his forehead against hers closely. "Why are you so obedient today? You didn’t disturb my cultivation?"
Yun Zhi Yue turned her head away slightly. "Yue Qi, what are you up to?"
A look of surprise crossed Yue Qi's jade-like face. "Yun Zhi Yue, are you upset because I've been spending less time with you lately? You know Father Emperor doesn't like me, so I need time to change that."
Yun Zhi Yue furrowed her brows. "What do you mean? Father Emperor?"
The previous Heavenly Emperor had long since passed away; at that time, she had been cast into the underworld and was unaware of the specifics. However, if the Heavenly Emperor had not died, Yue Qi would not have taken over the throne. Was this just an illusion?
Without hesitation, she thrust her hand into Yue Qi's heart; there was no bloodshed at all.
The one holding her sighed softly. "Yun Zhi Yue, how cruel you are."
Yun Zhi Yue scoffed coldly. "I knew it was your trick trying to scare me; it’s impossible in this lifetime."
"Ah, the true culprit! I merely pulled your soul into my dream out of boredom while watching you trapped in the Han She Clan. Is it too much to ask for a little closeness? I thought Yun Zhi Yue would join me for a while."
Yun Zhi Yue struggled to rise. "Let me go! I'd rather endure the dullness of cultivation than this annoyance!"
Yue Qi tightened his grip around her slender waist. Seeing her struggle fiercely, he pressed her down beneath him, his lips brushing against hers.
Yun Zhi Yue turned her head to avoid him, but she was still restrained, feeling a sharp pain as he kissed her neck.
As she watched the scoundrel loosen her clothing, she immediately cursed, "Yue Qi, when did you become so disgusting?"
"Ah, but didn’t you say I have the nature of a dragon? If that’s the case, let me show Yun Zhi Yue the desires of the dragon bloodline."
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