Before the gates of the Xing Luo Royal Palace, Tang Yin stood flamboyantly. His Telepathy swept the area—but didn't detect any Titled Douluo level powerhouse.
"Hmm… shouldn't there be at least one Titled Douluo on standby? These Xing Luo royals are ridiculously foolish," he muttered, sifting through the information his Telepathy found. "Even the Tian Duo Empire had Dugu Bo. At least in Tian Duo, there's the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect. Here? The only sect worth mentioning is Elephant Armored Sect—and they've already defected."
Relying on three major sects and four lesser ones just to balance against Spirit Hall… not ideal, he thought. If they had focused all their resources on one or two individuals, they could have at least two Titled Douluo. Sure, they've got a strong military—but even that can't match a Titled Douluo powerhouse.
"Well... not my problem," Tang yin muttered. To conceal his identity, he casually draped a long coat over himself, the fabric instantly swallowing him in shadow. 'Let's do this.'
Without hesitation, Tang Yin released the Cosmic Shroud and slipped through the main gate, where a group of Soul Kings stood guard. Their eyes remained unfocused, oblivious to his presence—as if he were nothing more than a passing breeze.
Inside his real-time radar, the world unfolded in perfect clarity. Within the Royal palace, every presence was mapped out with meticulous detail. Unhurriedly, he made his way toward the Emperor's chamber, where the Xing Luo Emperor lay resting, guarded by two vigilant Soul Douluo.
With a flicker of will, Tang Yin slipped into their minds. Their thoughts froze for a heartbeat before collapsing entirely, leaving them glassy-eyed and obedient. Their Resistance crumbled instantly as he seized their consciousnesses, twisting them into obedient husks.
Without a word, they stepped aside, clearing the path for him. Tang Yin's smile widened as he advanced, unchallenged.
He pushed open the heavy doors and entered the chamber. The air was thick with incense, and the walls gleamed with gold, a testament to the Emperor's immense wealth.
The Emperor lay reclining on an ornate bed, draped in silken robes, completely unaware that a predator had already slipped inside.
Tang Yin let out a low sigh as he surveyed the surrounding. "Look at all this wealth… and yet, how unfortunate you are. Just because you made things difficult for my Zhuqing, I have no choice but to deliver justice. Too bad you won't be enjoying this life any longer."
At the sound of an unfamiliar voice, he jolted awake, eyes widening as they fell upon the dark figure standing before him.
"Who—who are you? Guards! What are—"
His words were cut off abruptly. Tang Yin's telepathy surged into his mind, shredding his consciousness and rearranging memories with ruthless precision. Within moments, the Emperor's thoughts were no longer his own.
Through the Emperor's memories, Tang Yin quickly pieced together the exact situation of Dai Mubai and Dai Weisi. Just as he had previously altered Dai Weisi's outlook on life—after that bizarre, chaotic soul skill incident involving Dai Mubai—Weisi's affections, once grounded and stable, were now fixated entirely on one person: who else but Dai Mubai.
But the Emperor had stubbornly refused to acknowledge their relationship after the tournament. Dai Mubai was confined to his house, and Dai Weisi was barred from entering without the Emperor's explicit permission.
Zhuyun, who had been intended as Weisi's wife, found herself in an awkward position. With Weisi's preferences changed, she was technically free—but still trapped under the Emperor's authority, unable to act on her own.
"Hahaha… this isn't Romeo and Juliet, it's Romeo and Julius," Tang Yin laughed heartily, shaking his head at the tangled mess.
With a casual motion, he planted a very subtle suggestions in the Emperor's mind, nudging him toward accepting his older son's love for his younger brother—ensuring the tangled family drama would unfold exactly as Tang Yin had intended.
He went a step further, advising the Emperor to release both Zhu sisters from their marriage contracts, preserving the relationship with the Zhu family while smoothing over any potential resentment or backslash.
Tang Yin searched the Emperor's memory for the whereabouts of the treasury and its details, gathering all the information he needed.
Finally, he planted visions of schemes—the future he wished the Emperor to believe in—subtly twisting reality to his design.
Among them, he suggested the Emperor take decisive measures against Spirit Hall, using any means necessary—even colluding with the devil if required—to prevent them from unifying the continent under their rule.
Stepping back into the shadows, Tang Yin left the Emperor sitting slack-jawed, dazed and compliant—utterly oblivious to the predator who had just rewritten the very foundations of his subconscious.
Hmph. Don't think this is evil, Tang Yin snorted coldly to himself. It's your fortune that I didn't raze the Dai family to the ground.
With that, he strode toward the Treasury.
Only a Soul Douluo and two Soul Saints were on guard—pitiful protection for such immense wealth. Tang Yin didn't even need to move a finger; he brushed their minds with Telepathy and easily unlatched the heavy doors.
Inside, the chamber gleamed with piles of gold coins, rows of storage tools, and soul bones that sparkled on velvet pedestals.
Tang yin's gaze sharpened when it fell upon a matched pair—two White Tiger bones that pulsed faintly with untamed energy. From the Emperor's stolen memories, he recognized: relics of the Evil-Eyed White Tiger Sage, the ancestral patriarch who had founded the Xing Luo Empire.
A cold smile curved his lips as he murmured,
"Left and right arm bones… both no less than eighty thousand years, and born of a top-tier soul beast. Perfect. I'll gift them to two sisters—as fitting compensation for their tyranny."
"Well then... time to loot."
Afterward, Tang Yin swept through the Imperial treasury with practiced precision. Four more soul bones—each over fifty thousand years in age—joined the two White Tiger relics already claimed. He seized more than half a dozen of storage tools as well, each boasting around ten meters of internal space.
Space, however, had its limits. From the mountain of gold, he bothered to secure only two million coins. Compared to the priceless bones and artifacts now in his possession, the wealth of the empire felt almost trivial.
Unmoved, he stepped out of the treasury. His destination was already set. With soundless steps, he glided toward Zhu Zhuyun's private chambers—where she was currently bathing in solitude, completely unaware of the shadow drawing near.
Quietly pushing the door open, he sensed her presence in the room. Slipping inside, his eyes fell upon a vision of ethereal beauty—a fairy-like figure, eyes closed, basking in the water, two gentle peaks rising beneath the surface.
Gulp—
His gaze lingered, and an involuntary gulp escaped his throat. The faint sound pricked her sharp ears; her lashes fluttered as she opened her eyes, a faint frown creasing her brow as her eyes caught a shadowy figure.
Damn… those curves must be heaven-sent for these two sisters. The Zhu family never seems to lack in the assets department, Tang Yin thought, his gaze lingering on her ample chest.
Zhuyun's temper flared. 'An uninvited intruder had appeared in her chamber—and not only that, he had the audacity to ogle her without the slightest shame.'
"Who… are you?!" she demanded sharply, instinctively placing a hand before her chest to guard herself from the creepy stalker.
"I'm a kidnapper," he replied calmly, his voice carrying an unsettling confidence.
"Oh… kidnaper? Wait—kidnapper!!" she stammered, eyes widening in a sudden realization. Zhuyun immediately stepped outside the bathtub and went for her clothes.
Why was she even shocked? Hadn't that thought crossed her mind the moment she noticed an intruder? Tang yin thought inwardly.