My Lady Always Lacks Ambition-Chapter 1094 - 1064: I, an Ordinary Outsider

How did the Zhongguo Duke Mansion know about the Revitalizing Pill in Qingping Temple? This matter can be clarified by capturing someone for questioning. Right now, the most important thing is the old Daoist.

"No one’s guarding the Grandmaster’s main hall. Let the disciples in the temple do whatever they need to do. Besides, where are the Heir Zhou and his people?" Qin Liuxi asked.

"They should be in the back mountain seeking Enlightenment."

Qin Liuxi’s eyes narrowed slightly. Enlightenment, such sincerity wouldn’t lead to heavily guarding the Qingping Temple, showing such disregard for propriety.

She looked at Feng Xiu: "Guests have arrived, invite them back to talk properly."

She emphasized the pronunciation of "invite."

Feng Xiu pursed his lips, knowing he was being ordered around; he wasn’t just an escort or a thug.

At the back mountain, the middle-aged Heir Zhou looked somewhat displeased at the effeminate man beside him and said, "Anning, you shouldn’t have attacked the old Daoist. We’re here to seek an elixir, not to make enemies. Now it’s rather difficult to handle."

He harbored some fear towards these outsiders.

Anning, with his long and narrow almond eyes, dressed in a black brocade robe and standing with hands behind his back, said coldly: "Just a small Daoist Temple, daring to challenge the royal family? The Heir is overestimating them. The Heir came seeking elixir for the Empress Dowager, recognizing their worth, yet they dare to find excuses to maintain their dignity. The Heir can endure this, but I cannot."

Hearing his tone, Heir Zhou looked indulgently at him and blamed, "But you can’t just act on every disagreement. Since they can create something like a resurrection medicine, they naturally have some capability. Outsiders are not comparable to us mortals. Making enemies with them, harboring resentment, would not be beneficial to us. Seeking elixir again would be more difficult."

Anning laughed and said, "The Heir is mistaken. Outsiders indeed have extraordinary means, but not all are so capable. No matter how extraordinary, they are still of mortal flesh. How can one person resist thousands of soldiers? It’s like a martial arts master on the battlefield; no matter how high his martial arts, he can’t withstand the crushing of thousands of troops, right? They opened this temple to earn incense oil. They’d have it in abundance if they offered up the elixir. If they are truly obstinate, then this temple has no reason to exist anymore."

This is true. Imperial power surpasses everything.

Heir Zhou pointed at him virtually, smiled, and said, "You, when will you temper that little temper of yours!"

The Zhou family is a royal family, top-notch nobility in Shengjing. Even if the grandfather passed, and their family was demoted to a Duke Mansion, as long as the Empress Dowager is there, their status won’t drop much, especially after the Eldest Prince was named Crown Prince, making it even more stable.

But this stability is not unshakeable. The royal family holds great power; the Saint harbors suspicion. The harem has the Empress Dowager; the court has the Crown Prince. The Zhou family appears stable but is actually more fragile than anyone else. If not for the Saint focusing on alchemy and immortality these two years, their Zhou family would have been troubled by the Saint.

Therefore, the Empress Dowager must not fall. As long as she lives, she must live. No future empress is better at protecting the Zhou family than the current one.

Sadly, the Supreme National Master’s elixir is ineffective; the Empress Dowager shows no improvement. Knowing that Qingping Temple has the Revitalizing Pill, he personally came to seek it by order of his father.

Unfortunately, Qingping Temple didn’t understand the situation, brushed off many times, genuinely not showing appreciation.

Anning is right; if Qingping Temple is sensible, everything can be discussed; if not, then might as well level that temple!

In the shadows, Feng Xiu flicked his big tail, lips twitching as he looked at those two, unable to resist rolling his eyes and ears with his tail.

Never thought I’d see such a cringe-worthy scene, so flamboyant.

Also, what’s with this Heir Zhou? Is he smothered by that fat meat, seems brainless, can’t even hear that this effeminate man is deliberately stirring trouble for him?

Leveling the temple could be done, but are they not afraid of divine retribution against the Zhou family?

Even if the divine doesn’t strike, Qin Liuxi, with her protective nature, would first roll up her sleeves to tear down the Zhou family’s ancestral hall, right?

Yet, this Heir Zhou, with dirt in his brain, thinks his little lover is right; love truly blinds.

Seeking elixir is foolish, and making enemies while doing so is even more foolish. Even a demon like me knows that excessive power for the royal family is not a good thing. If the Empress Dowager is gone, she’s gone. After all, you have a grandson who is already the Crown Prince. To assure the Saint, the best is to hold less power, to be harmless.

But you insist on having the Empress Dowager live forever as the stabilizer giant pillar for the Zhou family, and with a Crown Prince ahead, a backing harder than fine iron, aren’t you afraid the Saint suspects your royal family’s intention to replace the throne?

Greed that knows no bounds will eventually lead to a great fall.

Plans like those of the Zhou family, continuously acting as the royal family, are over the top in greed.

This Heir Zhou couldn’t think this far and allowed his little lover to offend the Daoist of the temple arbitrarily, utterly indulging, virtually crazy in the head. If that effeminate lover was sent as an infiltrator into the Zhou family by a rival, that would be amusing.

Tsk.

"Who’s there?" Anning, with a cold look, swiftly rushed toward Feng Xiu.

Feng Xiu walked out from the forest, his fiery red attire and flowing green hair make the man named Anning squint his eyes.

"Who are you?"

Feng Xiu slowly approached, with a charming smile: "Me? Just an ordinary mortal outsider."

Hearing the hidden sarcasm, Anning flipped his hand and attacked Feng Xiu, but his hand stopped just as it reached Feng Xiu’s chest, unable to advance or retreat, seemingly bound by something, uncontrollable.

Anning’s complexion changed, his lipline tightened, and he uttered a wail from his lips.

"Look, you powerful ones wanted to hit an ordinary one like me first, I was forced to defend myself." Feng Xiu innocently raised his hand.

Heir Zhou had already rushed over. Before he could speak, he saw Anning’s hand chopped off for no reason, and out of nowhere a fox took the severed hand in its mouth and instantly vanished into the forest.

Anning’s eyes were about to burst, applying pressure on several acupuncture points on himself to stop the bleeding, clutching his severed wrist, retreating two steps.

"Anning!" Heir Zhou roared: "Someone, capture him."

The guards surrounding them drew their swords and advanced.

"You people are shameless, so many against me alone, shame on you." Feng Xiu twirled a flower with his long fingers, saying, "Since you’re shameless, don’t blame me for not giving face."

Before they knew it, their vision was filled with countless leaves flying toward their faces, smearing blood, intensely painful.

Anning dragged Heir Zhou and ran, Feng Xiu flashed before them and said, "Did I let you leave? Weren’t you boasting just now? Mere outsiders, mortal flesh, can’t withstand thousands of troops. I couldn’t agree more."

"Presumptuous, do you know who I am?" Heir Zhou thundered.

Feng Xiu said, "All I know is guests should be entertained well!"

He cast his demon art, dragging both into an illusion created by it, then knocked out the guards onto the snow before leisurely descending the mountain.