Yue Hongling thought she had no management experience, so sorting out the current mess would be troublesome.

It turned out, as soon as the order was given, the Spirit Clan people had already been frightened by the Heavenly God's majesty possessed by the male Saint Envoy.

"First, take the rebels down and detain them. We will select a date for the trial."

Immediately, the Maids, finding their backbone, quickly responded, "Yes."

Yue Hongling glanced at them and thought to herself how respectful they appeared now, but wondered if they would side with their Holy Daughter and tear me apart in a different situation...

She ultimately didn't voice this thought, merely saying, "Send people in batches to the graveyard to treat the injured and clean up the scene. Those who should be reburied, rebury them."

"Yes."

"Who usually deals with the outside world more? Send someone in charge to clear up the spies in Taoyuan Town."

"I'll go."

"Send a team to take over Dali. The White Miao lack a leader now and could be easily taken down in a battle; if not, we'll resort to the Blood Turtle."

"I'll handle that."

Yue Hongling racked her brain for a while, feeling there was still much to say, but couldn't think of anything else. She could only say grudgingly, "The rest, focus on stability. Secure the Holy Temple and Royal Palace. Call for the best doctors here; there are quite a few people who need treatment this time."

She paused, then added angrily, "Including myself!"

She also felt like her body was falling apart, battered beyond recognition, yet still had to support the male leader and carry him back. The perfectly unharmed vixen had fainted neatly, utterly useless, which required even more people to look after.

What rotten magic, creating trouble out of nothing.

Fortunately, once the assignments were given, the Spirit Clan functioned orderly and was not in total chaos. Yue Hongling carried Zhao Changhe to the Royal Palace, randomly entered a room, and had just placed him on the bed when she herself nearly collapsed onto him, dizzy.

Gritting her teeth, she sat cross-legged and started meditating to heal herself.

Changhe trusted that he could let go of his burdened survival because he was by his side, securely unconscious—she had to guard him no matter what.

The sun gradually set, the moon rose to the horizon.

In a hazy state, Yue Hongling felt a strange transformation in her essence, energy, and spirit.

She knew how many people she had saved this time... On her two trips to Miao Region with Zhao Changhe, she had saved more people than she had in many years of solitarily wielding a sword. Her first trip had already brought deep insights, but this time it was more direct, as if the Spirit Platform within her had been blasted open, endlessly absorbing the cosmic spiritual energy, integrating with the universe as one.

If walking the path of a chivalrous warrior in the Worldly Society is a kind of "way," then is reaching its ultimate form a kind of Imperial Realm?

What kind of Imperial Realm is this... Perhaps it's indefinable, unknowable.

But Yue Hongling knew, that the moment when she, with her sword out of hand, was able to decisively strike down the Black Miao King was truly "Sword Control."

The ancient legends of Sword Control, it wasn't just about controlling the sword with the law of object manipulation, nor letting the Sword Spirit operate on its own, but rather the unity of heart and sword, where the gaze falls, the sword follows.

It seemed she was just one insight short of a complete breakthrough; once achieving this breakthrough, it would be her very own Sword Imperial Realm of Yue Hongling.

Thus, even Wuzhui, with its limited intelligence, sensed Yue Hongling and Zhao Changhe perfectly matched—a steel will to progress even while severely injured, as if they were cast from the same mold...

And... maintaining sufficient vigilance even in meditative cultivation.

"Clang!" The longsword suddenly unsheathed, pointing towards the window.

Sisi was sneaking in from the window, startled by the sword pointed at her neck, twisted in midair raising her hands, "It's me!"

Yue Hongling irritably sheathed her sword, "Are you courting death? At this tense moment, any rustling..."

Before she could finish, Sisi somberly interrupted, "I guessed you'd be tense, but I was thinking it's the kind of tense that's... comfortable."

"?" Yue Hongling, not reluctant to banter rudely, replied incredulously, "Do you really think he's made of iron?"

Sisi examined her from head to toe, sighed, and said, "I think you're made of iron. You're seriously injured, the wounds almost solidifying, you still need to get treated, I [Sisi] can handle the rest here."

With an expressionless face, Yue Hongling responded, "I might have considered it, but the way you just spoke made me feel like you have ulterior motives, trying to take advantage."

Sisi replied, "Even if I wanted to take advantage, can I really feast on him in his current noodle-like state? Do you really think he's made of iron?"

Yue Hongling: "..."

Sisi sighed, "I brought a doctor to check on him, also arranged for the best witch doctor to treat your injuries. As long as you're not as stubborn as my master, these external injuries really aren't difficult."

Yue Hongling asked, "From your tone, it seems you woke up quickly?"

"Uh... I fainted from pain, not from injury, so of course I woke up quickly."

"Back then I advised you in private, do you still think it's necessary now, or is it making trouble out of nothing? What is this participation you talk about—perhaps you're somewhat seriously ill."

Sisi shook her head without hesitation, "The so-called shared pain perception isn't just about sharing but also about taking on some of the burden, which may have helped him bear nearly ten percent... He might not feel it much himself, but perhaps that less than ten percent helped him endure more."

Yue Hongling gave her a sidelong glance, "You took on less than ten percent, how much did you feel?"

Sisi scratched her head, "Fifty percent. I can hardly bear fifty percent often, really don't know how he withstands it..."

Sharing less than ten percent of the injury, bearing fifty percent of the pain, a losing deal. It's not even a real reduction in injury, just a slight alleviation of the pain, the damage wasn't lessened at all.

Yue Hongling wanted to curse her for being foolish but couldn't bring herself to say it. Looking at Sisi's enchanting features, a verse suddenly flashed through her mind: "Linglong dice secure the red beans, deep love realizes not."

Who could have imagined beforehand, believing the most unreliable Miao woman to be deeply, unwaveringly committed in love. It must be their nature. They dare not love lightly, for once they do, it is with unwavering certainty.

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