The Demonic Wu Mei: I Shall Unite the Empire and the Martial World

Yeting Palace, Ningshuang Pavilion.

The stewardess, Qin Fang, kicked the door open and pointed at Wu Mei, a frail figure huddled in the corner. She sneered at the two young palace maids behind her.

“See her? This is the new Lady Wu.”

“His Majesty sent her here to slave away for us!”

She strode up to Wu Mei, her thick finger almost poking her in the nose.

“Tonight, you’re sleeping in the doghouse in the courtyard!”

“Starting tomorrow, you’ll be in charge of emptying everyone’s chamber pots!”

“Dare to say a single word against it…”

Qin Fang’s eyes turned vicious as she swung her huge palm at Wu Mei’s face!

“I’ll smash that vixen’s face of yours first!”

But the scream she expected never came.

A crisp slap rang through the deathly silent Cold Palace.

The one sent flying wasn’t Wu Mei.

It was Qin Fang, built like a bull!

She slammed into the ground, foaming at the mouth and convulsing. All that remained in her eyes as she looked at Wu Mei was boundless terror.

Wu Mei slowly walked over and crouched beside her.

In a soft voice that only the two of them could hear, she murmured:

“With that slap, I planted something in your heart meridian.”

“From now on, you live only if I let you.”

“Understood, my… dog?”

In the dead of night, all was silent.

A figure in white appeared on the roof of Ningshuang Pavilion like a ghost.

Beneath the cold moonlight, she was peerlessly beautiful, but her gaze was as sharp as a sword, fixed on the seemingly frail figure inside.

After a long moment, her cool voice rang out, tinged with barely restrained shock:

“What you just used was Heavenly Demon Qi.”

“But you… actually dared to use it to devour the dragon aura of the Great Tang?”

“Who are you, really?!”