It's okay, it's easy to overthrow the heroine's system

After sinking Jiang Jingmo to the bottom of Lingquan Lake, Ye Chenshu came to the stone chamber behind the waterfall. A sharp bone whistle sounded, and several black shadows flashed and landed in front of her.

The figures in black respectfully clasped their fists towards Ye Chenshu.

"Uncle Ye."

Ye Chenshu nodded, told a few people about Jiang Jingmo's affairs, and then waved her hand to let them leave.

At first glance, these black-clad disciples looked like outer disciples of the Jiuxiao Sect, but the difference was that the black clothes they wore were more special robes that allowed them to conceal their presence in the dark.

This is the most special organization in Jiuxiao Sect, named Shadow Hall, which is specially used to help the sect to gather information and handle special matters.

As for their existence, only the sect leader and elders know how to deploy them. In addition, there is the reclusive sect leader, the eldest sister Ye Chenshu, who can also deploy them at will.

However, Ye Chenshu has not used the Shadow Hall for a hundred years. The last time she used it was for her lover, and this time it was for her disciple.

She walked out of the waterfall and waved her hand gently. The spiritual spring water lifted out a crystal coffin. A man was lying inside. He had a handsome face and clear eyes. Although his eyes were closed, there was still a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. At this moment, he was lying motionless inside, as if he was asleep.

Ye Chenshu's hand rested lightly on the crystal coffin, carefully tracing the man's eyebrows and eyes. There was an indelible tenderness, love, and struggling pain in his eyes.

Only she knew that he would never wake up again.

……

Gou Yikun and Nan Xun finished refining the Shengyuan Pill on the second night. Both of them had black ash on their bodies and faces, and even their hair was a lot more messy.

But fortunately, they were in good spirits, especially when Nan Xun handed the golden pill to Ye Chenshu, she looked at her expectantly.

"The Holy Yuan Pill has been refined. Can Junior Sister be saved?"

Ye Chenshu nodded, stretched out her hand, and a stream of spiritual spring lifted Jiang Jingmo out from the bottom of the spiritual lake.

Although her eyes were closed at this moment, fortunately her complexion had improved a lot, because thanks to An Yang's treatment and Gou Yikun's medicine, her injuries had not worsened.

Ye Chenshu supported Jiang Jingmo's body with one hand and sat her up, and with the other hand she stuffed the Shengyuan Pill into her mouth. The pill dissolved naturally in her mouth, and there was no need to press acupoints to force her to swallow it.

A faint golden light emanated from Jiang Jingmo's body, spreading from her neck all the way to her dantian, and finally slowly disappeared. Only the golden light in her dantian lingered for a long time.

Gou Yikun used his spiritual sense to investigate and found that Jiang Jingmo's Dantian was being repaired by the golden light, and was even nourishing her spiritual roots in the process. Presumably, the injury to her Dantian would soon be healed.

Even under the effect of the Nine Yang Flower, her Dantian will only become tougher and her spiritual power will become purer.

But the fact that she advanced two levels this time still caused considerable damage to her body, and she will probably need to recuperate for a while.

Gou Yikun sighed, and a stone finally fell from his heart.

The young generation nowadays is really too impulsive.

Seeing that Jiang Jingmo's health had improved, Gou Yikun and Nan Xun handed her over to Ye Chenshu with confidence, and the two of them returned to their respective courtyards to catch up on their sleep.

Ye Chenshu did not keep them for long. After sinking Jiang Jingmo to the bottom of the lake, she returned to the stone chamber behind the waterfall. Several people from the Shadow Hall were already waiting inside.

"How?" Ye Chenshu asked.

"I found out, it should be the Third Prince's man."

"Third Prince?"

Ye Chenshu was stunned. She had been here for over a hundred years, and she really didn't know who the third prince was.

"Yes, his name is Chu Yangjing, and he is the son of the current imperial concubine. I heard that he is not very favored."

"Not very popular?" Ye Chenshu smiled.

"This is the first time I've heard that a less favored prince could raise a group of assassins right under the emperor's nose."

"Well, I want to go and see who this so-called Third Prince is."

That night.

In the dark night, the palace looked like a sleeping giant. The tall walls and tightly closed gates exuded an awe-inspiring atmosphere, and the occasionally flickering palace lanterns were like the slightly opened eyes of the giant.

There was a dim candlelight in Chu Yangjing's bedroom. He sat at the table, concentrating on practicing calligraphy, with only a servant boy by his side to serve him with pen and ink.

Suddenly, for some reason, the candlelight on the table was shaken by a gust of wind. Chu Yangjing paused in his movement of picking up the pen, and ink dripped from the tip of the pen, leaving a large ink stain on the paper.

Chu Yangjing put down his pen, looked at the words that had been covered by ink, and sighed softly.

"Your Excellency's visit so late at night, it's not nice to disturb someone while they're writing."

As he spoke, a sharp weapon flew out of his hand and sank into the relief column with a clang.

The room was quiet for a moment, and then a person in night clothes walked out from behind the pillar. Judging from her stature, she should be a woman.

Chu Yangjing's face was calm. He was not very interested in whether the person who assassinated him was a man or a woman. After all, their purpose was the same.

A magic sword slipped from the black-clothed man's sleeve and suddenly stabbed towards Chu Yangjing's face. He barely dodged it, and the sword changed angle and slashed at him again.

The aura of the man in black was clearly revealed, and he must be at the Earth Spirit Realm. Chu Yangjing's face changed and he winked at the servant next to him.

The book boy immediately stood in front of Chu Yangjing. The magic sword pierced the book boy, but it seemed like it pierced something hard. It bounced away with a clang.

The man in black raised his eyes and saw that the skin of the book boy in front of him had turned earthy brown, as if he were a human-shaped boulder, extremely hard. It seemed that he was practicing some strange martial arts.

This book boy is also in the Earth Spirit Realm.

The atmosphere in the hall became tense. Under the constant resistance of the servant boy, the sword of the man in black was knocked off track again and again. Chu Yangjing was unharmed and dodged easily.

This is the imperial palace. The sound of fighting in the hall quickly attracted the attention of the surrounding guards. They quickly reported to the Emperor Chu, then gathered their men and immediately rushed into the Chengqian Palace of the Third Prince.

The moment they broke the door, they saw the man in black attempting to assassinate them. Fortunately, the servant boy stood in front of Chu Yangjing, so their third prince was temporarily safe.

Seeing that the third prince was fine, they breathed a sigh of relief and immediately picked up their swords and rushed towards the men in black.

Spiritual attacks came one after another, but the man in black dodged them lightly, with a hint of disdain in his eyes. When she looked at Chu Yangjing again, the latter only felt a strange feeling in his heart.

The premonition came true. In front of everyone's astonished gaze, the man in black stepped on the tips of the knives and swords. The aura around him soared to the level of Heavenly Spirit Realm, and he stabbed the man in the face with a sword.

At the critical moment, the book boy sacrificed himself to block the sword, and seemed to have already made up his mind to die, but the man in black seemed to have anticipated it. With a turn of his wrist, the tip of the sword turned and stabbed towards Chu Yangjing's dantian.

There was a "whoosh" sound, which was the sound of the sword penetrating into the flesh. Chu Yangjing groaned and met the eyes of the man in black.

Taunting, mocking and...

Disdainful.