Despite feeling incredulous, Yang Hong did not hesitate.
After all, this was not the first time he had killed a cultivator.
Flinging his hand, he tossed aside the red and white substance on it and turned to survey the rest of the room.
Apart from the deceased old Daoist, there were twenty-three other corpses in the room.
These were all Grandmaster guards previously assigned to serve the three female cultivators.
In less than half a night, they were all gone.
The remaining seventeen Grandmaster guards who were still alive had all gone insane.
At this moment, those seventeen guards were still busy with two corpses.
"Ah~ Ah~ Ah~"
Just as Yang Hong was contemplating how to clean up the mess, another guard cried out loudly, his voice gradually fading until he fell silent.
He was dead!
"Well, I don't need to think about it anymore."
Seeing the guards, whose minds were completely lost and who were still busy,
Yang Hong simply withdrew from the room and began to count.
"One, two, three, four...
Alright, it's time to clean up."
In the span of just fifteen minutes, all the Grandmaster guards had died.
Only then did Yang Hong re-enter the room.
He had already figured out how to handle the situation.
First, of course, he needed to find the storage equipment.
"Heh heh~ As expected, there are, and three of them."
The storage equipment of the three female cultivators were all nondescript little cloth bags. If Yang Hong hadn't had divine sense, he might have overlooked them.
"Not bad, the space is quite large."
Two of the three storage bags had a space of three zhang cubed, a volume of twenty-seven zhang cubed. The largest one was even ten zhang cubed, a storage bag with a thousand zhang cubed space.
"This will be convenient, my previous plan can be perfectly implemented."
Afterward, Yang Hong inspected the corpse of the old Daoist Yuan.
As he had expected, there was nothing on him. Although his Daoist robe was a magic artifact, Yang Hong dared not take it.
He checked the thousand zhang storage bag again and couldn't find his storage equipment.
Unwilling to give up, Yang Hong finally found an exquisite ring on the flamboyant female cultivator.
It was a storage ring.
"Alas~ It's a good item, but I can't take it."
Sighing inwardly, Yang Hong didn't even dare to release his true qi to touch the ring, for fear of leaving his aura.
He placed the ring back onto the old Daoist Yuan's hand. Yang Hong also carefully examined the corpse and storage bag of the flamboyant female cultivator.
He placed everything that could possibly belong to the old Daoist Yuan onto his clothes.
Only then was it time to dispose of the corpses.
Yang Hong emptied a storage bag with a three zhang side length to hold the three corpses.
He had released his divine sense and not only collected the corpses but also all the blood and brain matter.
At the same time, he carefully left behind anything that should have been present during the act of passion.
He wanted to create a "fact" where the three female cultivators had drained everyone, then discovered the old Daoist Yuan's identity, were terrified, and then fled, abandoning everything.
For this purpose, Yang Hong also carefully adjusted the scene.
"Phew~ Finally done."
"I need to leave quickly. Who knows how fast cultivators are?"
After tidying everything up, Yang Hong left immediately.
Furthermore, as he left, he used his divine sense to erase all traces of his arrival and passage.
Upon returning to the Pavilion of Indifference, Yang Hong first fed the three corpses to five stalks of demonic energy blood lotuses.
The demonic energy blood lotuses, which had advanced to the third tier, were very effective at digesting corpses. He believed that by tomorrow, only skeletons would remain; within three days, even the bone dregs would be digested.
After doing this, Yang Hong buried the three storage bags in the silt of the Treasure Lotus Pond.
He wanted to erase all traces of himself from this incident as much as possible.
At the very least, he would not be greedy and would not take out the items from the storage bags until the so-called Upper Sect's investigation was concluded.
Having done this, Yang Hong returned to the Elegant Residence to continue his deep sleep.
"Husband, we have investigated the character of You Daxiang and Wang Xifeng, and they are indeed good. They can be our sisters."
The next morning, Song Yuzhi began to persuade Yang Hong again.
However, Yang Hong was momentarily stunned before asking, "Who is You Daxiang?"
"Your Highness, You Daxiang is the name of Jia Zhen's wife, Lady You,"
Jia Yuanchun explained from the side.
"Oh, her. Wait a moment, let's wait for some time.
Cultivators have arrived in the imperial palace recently, so we all need to be careful."
Yang Hong still refused. Lust was not a good thing,
and he was not good either.
Moreover, he thought of another matter.
"These few days, I will teach you a breathing technique that can very well conceal your cultivation."
Yang Hong intended to teach the Intermediate Breath Retention Technique to Song Yuzhi and the others.
Since these people were related to him and had proven their loyalty, he could teach them some advanced cultivation methods.
More importantly, he wanted to keep it as secret as possible!
Yang Hong first completed today's plant-灌顶 (guàn dǐng - a ritual of anointing or bestowing spiritual power),
and then arranged today's planting tasks, letting Xiao Cao, the maid, lead a group of young ladies and maids to begin farming.
The young ladies and maids were accustomed to Yang Hong's arrangements. Ever since those empresses returned from their provincial visits,
His Sixth Highness had become increasingly dissolute and shameless, even during the day.
The girls, blushing and fantasizing, went to the fields with laughter.
Yang Hong, meanwhile, began teaching the Intermediate Breath Retention Technique.
...
On the other side of the imperial palace, Emperor Yang Jian wandered around the quiet Yingxiong Hall for a few circles, but as he was not summoned by the "Immortal Masters," he could only sigh and leave.
The flamboyant female cultivator had told Yang Jian and the others the day before that without their summons, no one was allowed to enter Yingxiong Hall.
Even Emperor Yang Jian was not exempt.
Therefore, Yang Jian could only wait.
The reason for the quietness was that the three female cultivators had set up an isolation array.
After all, what they were doing could not be seen or heard by others.
Yang Jian waited for three days.
However, what he received was not the "Immortal Masters" who were like fairies, but ten burly men and a wizened old man from the Upper Sect.
In Guangming Hall, eleven cultivators concealed their figures, observed Yang Jian's morning court, and used a secret technique to examine the destiny of the Sui Dynasty.
Only after Yang Jian dismissed the court and most of the officials and guards had left did they reveal themselves.
"You are Yang Jian, the emperor of the Sui Dynasty in this generation."
The wizened old man, appearing, blocked Yang Jian, who was preparing to leave.
At the same time, he exuded a powerful aura that stunned everyone except Yang Jian.
Even the eunuch Zhou Neng, who was at the Grandmaster realm, could not withstand it for a single breath and directly fainted.
"I... I am. May I ask who the Immortal Master is...?"
Seeing the demeanor of the newcomers and the congenital Grandmasters who had fallen to the ground, Yang Jian immediately knew their identities.
"Who I am is not for you to know. You only need to know that I come from the Upper Sect."
"Now I ask, you answer. No nonsense."
The wizened old man seemed very anxious and impatiently interrupted Yang Jian, who was about to exchange pleasantries.
"First question, have any cultivators come to the Sui Dynasty in the past five days?"
"Yes, there were three fairies. They are currently residing in Yingxiong Hall."
"Lead the way. Run!"
The emaciated old man stopped asking other questions and directly wanted to go find them.
Relatively speaking, asking cultivators would yield more information.
Hearing the command, Yang Jian immediately used the "Phantom Steps" and quickly ran towards Yingxiong Hall.
Upon entering Yingxiong Hall, Yang Jian immediately knew something was wrong. There was the smell of decay.
"Damn it!"
The wizened old man, having approached Yingxiong Hall and discovered the array there, had entered first.
Now he had already discovered the scene of the old Daoist Yuan's death.
"You assist me in setting up the Heavenly Machine Primordial Source Array."
"Yes, Elder."
Following ten synchronized low shouts, the ten burly men spread out, appearing and disappearing as they placed piece after piece of crystal-clear jade.