The young man’s figure disappeared, and then more people rushed up like sharks smelling bl**d, vying to snatch the divine object. Elder Zeng’s expression froze, and his hand holding the sword trembled.
“Ke Mo!!”
The Three Heroes of Hengyun were equally incredulous.
That peer in their generation, the youngest yet rising the fastest, who returned unscathed from the South Border amidst ten thousand troops… was he just dead?
If this happened to someone else, it would seem normal.
After all, life is unpredictable…
But he was the potential top of the Qianlong List, the wife-loving and soul-fighting hero, the God Hammer Little Overlord…
“It’s over…”
“What’s over?”
“The Huanmo Sect is over.” Bai Jinghong shivered.
Wu Chushu and Cao Mu exchanged glances; images of the Cold Fairy’s cold and beautiful expression suddenly flashed through their minds, and they couldn’t help but shiver.
Would Miss Ying turn dark?
Okay.
Before her, someone else seemed to be turning dark.
“Master/Master! You…”
“Since Young Hero Li is dead, I have no heart to discern right from wrong.”
Elder Zeng took off his black hood, slapped it on the ground with a snap, and turned back, heavy-hearted.
“We must bring his body back to the Qingyuan Sect for an explanation to our elders.”
“We should help too!”
A moment later.
Due to many people rushing to grab that ordinary-looking bead, Elder Zeng, being one of the strong in the realm, finally managed to seize Young Hero Ke’s ‘remains.’
“d*mn it, Ke brother is left with just a hair!”
Seeing that strand of hair in Elder Zeng’s palm, Bai Jinghong was filled with grief and anger, striking a nearby mountain rock with a tight fist.
“Let’s go to the Qingyuan Sect, sigh!”
Elder Zeng put away the hair, sighed heavily, and prepared to comfort the bereaved family.
…
Qiushui Pavilion.
The bubbling sound of hotpot floated in the air above Qiushui Pavilion. After the thrilling experience in the underground tomb, they finally sang and ate hotpot.
If Tomb Dog also sat at the same table with them, the scene would be quite warm and harmonious.
“It’s over, everything is over.”
Qin Yuzhi mechanically swirled the mutton, mumbling to herself, eyes lost in thought.
Ke Mo didn’t know what to say.
His career was over, and the people he knew had all distanced themselves from him.
It felt like he was middle-aged, with everything coming to a halt, tears welling up before he could even speak.
“Well, actually, looking at it from another angle, this isn’t necessarily bad. At least you’re still here, able to eat and drink.”
“You can start anew. What are your plans for the future?”
“I don’t know.”
Qin Yuzhi shook her head, chewing on the spicy and fragrant hotpot mutton, her injured heart seemingly getting some comfort.
“Do you have any interest in rejoining?”
Ke Mo glanced at the moving jaw, a hint of joy flickering in his eyes, asking seriously.
Well, Xiao Li Ke has ulterior motives.
Every word spoken by Immortal Yun Meng was imprinted in his heart. How he thought about it, it wasn’t just a simple curse.
Ice Chunk’s situation might become similar to Qin Yuzhi’s in the future.
He had already witnessed the terror of Immortal Yun Meng.
Even the Huan Shen Sect, which once reached the semi-heavenly realm, could only seal itself in a deep sleep to prevent its awakening, and even then, it failed. If not for their intelligence, the opponent might have returned by now.
And the Nine-colored Phoenix mentioned by the opponent was the ruler of the Nine Heavens…
This might be even more troublesome!
Perhaps one day in the future, its consciousness might awaken within Ice Chunk…
Ke Mo, even if he was hanging, didn’t know how to handle such a situation.
Although Qin Yuzhi looked unreliable, she was currently the only known survivor who remained intact after this incident, and at worst, she was a master of the Dream Path.
“How do you want to rejoin?” Qin Yuzhi asked.
“Cough, for example, joining my Wanxiang Limited… Ah, Xianzong!”
“Xianzong?”
Qin Yuzhi blinked, sounding quite grandiose.
Xianzong!
The Huan Shen Sect, truly created by immortals, dared not take such a name, unable to bear such consequences.
“But I haven’t heard of it…”
“It’s normal. When the Wanxiang Xianzong was founded, you were still asleep.”
Ke Mo picked up a teacup and took a sip, moistening his throat.
“Our current business involves the South Border and has already formed a strategic partnership with the Huanmo Sect.”
“Hmm?”
Qin Yuzhi was stunned.
She recognized the words, but why couldn’t she understand them when put together?
Tian Miao was curious too.
Ying Bing watched Xiao Li Ke speaking confidently, a hint of helplessness appearing on her lips.
He started again.
“Is the Wanxiang Xianzong you mentioned this place? This place doesn’t look like an Xianzong.”
“Of course not, this is the Qingyuan Sect.”
“Qingyuan… It turns out to be an imperial mausoleum.”
Qin Yuzhi nodded upon hearing the familiar place name.
“Yes, before joining the Wanxiang Xianzong, you need to stay at the Qiushui Pavilion and report to the elders of the Qingyuan Sect.”
“What?”
Qin Yuzhi tapped her head.
Now finding a job… No, joining a force, is the process so complicated?
Qin Jiao was almost dizzy, completely confused.
“I’m done eating, let me rest for a while.”
Ying Bing put down her utensils and stood up.
“I need someone to help me with bedtime meditation.”
“…”
In the boudoir on the second floor of Qiushui Pavilion, the window outside was covered in snow-capped mountains.
Though the frosty snow was beautiful, it seemed to pale in comparison to the face of a young girl.
Ying Bing sat quietly on the bed, listening to the boy’s incessant voice outside, closing her eyes and lightly biting her lip.
Could she become another person?
Change to a point where she wouldn’t recognize herself, change… and forget him… return to the appearance in the Palace of Osmanthus.
Her delicate and long fingers unconsciously clenched the pure black skirt.
“No.”
“In this world, I have a system beyond reason, and there is always a solution to everything.”
Thoughts surged, and Ying Bing suddenly felt a heart palpitation, as if her heart suddenly tightened, gripped by an invisible hand, making it difficult to breathe.
In the depths of her mind, it seemed someone was calling her, waiting for her…
Heavenly Phoenix Domain!
It’s the Heavenly Phoenix Domain!
Divine light appeared, illuminating Ying Bing’s jade-like face, her eyes reflecting half of the Heavenly Phoenix Domain’s divine light.
They reflected the figure within it.
Who?!
And she could feel.
His gaze was fixed on her.
