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The Strategist: Genius Prince and his Venomous Consort

An unfavored Prince and a sickly daughter of a Prime Minister were brought together by a marriage bestowed by the Emperor. . . . Yan Xing, the Fifth Prince of the Yan Empire was born premature and was said to be an impotent prince. Zhao Ling, the Second Miss of the Prime Minister's household was said to be a sickly lady who couldn't be able to bear a child because of her weak body constitution. A Perfect Match! The whole empire was in clamor when the Imperial edict about the marriage was announced. "Truly a match made in heaven" "The spring night is out of reach for them. haha" "Both of them will be a short-lived ghosts. At least they can accompany each other when going down the yellow river" ........... The Wedding Night. Zhao Ling glared at the man who was pressing her on the bed, "Aren't you impotent!" Yan Xing smirked looking down at the beauty, "well, aren't you a weak and sickly lady too! How comes you are as strong as a bull?" ........... What secrets do both of them hold beneath their weak appearance? ___________ The cover art doesn't belong to me, Credits to the rightful owner. If you are the owner and want me to take it down, please comment.

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Chapter 37 Divine Flame

Everyone looked at Jun Yuan with an expectant gaze.

"You have a way", asked Mu Chen, raising his brows.

Jun Yuan lowered his head and scratch the tip of his nose. "I… I can burn them".

Jingsheng rolled his eyes and thought Jun Yuan was stupid. Of course, they have thought of burning the bodies, but it will take a long time to finish burning the whole mountain of corpses, and they don't have time for it. Secondly, the smell will be overwhelming and since they are near Hua City, they can attract the attention of the common people, which is not a good thing.

Everyone present thought the same way. But Yan Xing didn't, he had known Jun Yuan for three years now, and he knew the Jun Yuan will never say things that don't make sense or something stupid. He was smart and knows what to say when and what not to say.

"You have a Divine flame?" Yan Xing suddenly asked, which made the rest of them perk up their ears too.

Indeed, they had not thought of the possibility that Jun Yuan possess a divine flame. But they can't be blamed either. In the pugilist world, those that possess divine flame can be counted on one hand because of how rare they are.

Jun Yuan fake a cough and said, "I hope you guys will keep this a secret"

This sentence of Jun Yuan confirmed Yan Xing's question, and everyone present gasped. Jingsheng opened his eyes wide and looked at Jun Yuan in shock. All these years, he had known Jun Yuan and knows that he was someone with an ability, but he never would have thought that he possess a divine flame.

He Qing held the unconscious Zhao Ling in her arms and looked at Jun Yuan with a peculiar gaze.

Jun Yuan went forward and halted a few distances away from the mountain of a corpse. He lifted both his hands and flipped his palms up and down a few times. Soon, between the palms of Jun Yuan, a purple light flickered faintly, and it started burning brightly, visible to the naked eye.

A pure purple flame danced between the palms of Jun Yuan, flickering.

Jun Yuan held the purple flame and moving his legs he pivoted once and threw the flame towards the mountain of corpses. The purple flame shot out from Jun Yuan's hand and as soon as it landed on the corpse, with a sizzling sound, it quickly burned the remains into ashes within no time.

Everyone sucked in a cold breath. The flame was too domineering and dangerous.

Yan Xing narrowed his eyes and looked at Jun Yuan with deep thought. Besides him, He Qing had the same expression too.

Purple Divine Flame!

Ever since Yan Xing investigated him, he knew that Jun Yuan was not an ordinary character. And seeing him here today and also learning that he possessed a purple divine flame confirmed Yan Xing's conjecture.

Jun Yuan is not someone ordinary, this Yan Xing was a hundred percent certain now.

The purple divine flame within seconds had done the job immaculately and efficiently. Jun Yuan summoned back the flame, and it disappeared inside his palms.

After summoning back the purple flame, Jun Yuan coughed a few times and the corner of his mouth was tainted by crimson blood. He turned towards Yan Xing wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Fellow Daoist, I won't be able to use my internal energy for the next few hours, so I will trouble you to take care of me for a while if anything happens".

There was a playful smile plastered on Jun Yuan's face. Yan Xing's mouth twitched under his mask, he knew that Jun Yuan had something going on inside his mind.

"Well, that's not a problem", Yan Xing replied, looking straight into Jun Yuan's eyes.

The group scanned the abandoned village a few times and left. After coming out of the village, the medicine valley group parted ways with Yan Xing's group.

Yan Xing glanced at the unconscious Zhao Ling and remembered what she said before. She told He Qing to take her back to the medicine valley. At that time, he didn't think much about it but now seeing her unconscious, Yan Xing guessed that something was not right. But he couldn't pry into the secrets of others, so after a few words of pleasantries, they parted ways.

Yan Xing's group, on the other hand, did not rush back to the capital or the Black Sword sect. Instead, they headed straight towards Hua City.

They had been running around for the whole day without rest and food, so now everyone wants to fill their stomachs and take a good rest.

After a few hours, they entered Hua City and headed straight towards one of the luxurious inns in the city, the Acacia inn.

The Acacia inn is the Black Sword sect's base in Hua City. No one knows that the inn had such a backing behind it.

The attendant politely greeted them when they entered the inn and led them to the high-class rooms.

Jun Yuan was about to go inside his room and take a refreshing bath when Yan Xing suddenly stopped him.

Yan Xing instructed the attendant to bring up three persons' serving of food to his room and led both Jun Yuan and Jingsheng inside the room.

Yan Xing locked the room and walked towards the table. Facing his back towards the other two, he removed his mask and poured a cup of cold tea for himself and down it in one go.

"You can stop pretending now", Yan Xing said, placing the porcelain tea cup on the table.

Jun Yuan chuckled, striding towards the table and sitting down.

"Your Highness, I didn't expect that you are that mysterious young sect leader of the Black Sword sect. Truly, a book cannot be judged by its cover", Jun Yuan said as he played with the porcelain teacup in his hand.

Yan Xing smirked and replied, "And who could have thought that the descendant of the Ancient phoenix clan had left its nest and running around the outside world"

"What!!!"

The dumbfounded Jingsheng who was still standing at the door suddenly cried out.