Chapter 68: Gu Qingye! Where are you!

It was exceptionally lively in the family quarters that evening.

Those who had been away for more than half a month had returned, and almost every household was busy preparing good food. The aroma of stewed meat filled the entire courtyard.

Lu Youyou had little appetite; she just ate a random bite and sat beneath the window, lost in thought.

When there was no return date in sight, the waiting did not feel quite so difficult. Busy with her daily routine, she had even lost track of how many days had passed since the main force left. But now that some had returned while Gu Qingye had not, she found it hard to settle her mind.

Currently, Li Cheng had only two sources for acquiring weapons in the Netherworld, and neither of those sources met the description of a precious item. Perhaps weapons from the Immortal Realm would be better? At this thought, Li Cheng's heart fluttered with anticipation. Were weapons from the Immortal Realm actually immortal artifacts? And what quality would an immortal artifact possess if brought into the mortal realm?

Ling Duoyu returned to the valley behind and headed straight for the Immortal Realm. There were still many things to take care of today; first, Qingying and the others needed to go to the Immortal Realm to undergo their Golden Immortal tribulation. After that, Ling Duoyu had a stack of matters to attend to beyond the heavens. He first arrived at Lingtian Island in the Cultivation Realm, and from there transferred into the Immortal Realm.

Ye Han seized the momentum and charged forward, his right hand thrusting out the Blood Spirit Divine Sword. With his bloodline power fully unleashed, his entire body was covered in a layer of crimson scales, doubling the force of his Diamond-Engraved Ring.

It was already dusk. Although Seacelian was more curious about the city of Messina, Messina's port was located at the narrowest part of the strait, at least a dozen miles away.

Even as a Supreme Lord of the Divine Bridge Realm, he still bowed slightly, paying respect to that chariot.

"Well, you all bring out your materials, and I'll take a look and give you some advice on what to forge," Ling Duoyu said, glancing at his watch, needing to keep track of the time so he could return early.

However, after going through so much trouble—even resorting to shameless tactics and paying the price of ruining their reputations in the collecting world—to acquire the treasure map, they actually could not understand it, which left them even more depressed.

He wanted to go elsewhere to investigate, but after some consideration, he dismissed the idea.

Demodocas and his confidants saw that the situation was turning critical and fled with their families toward the port, attempting to escape Greater Greece by boat.

A young man dressed simply and plainly was seen striding forward, followed by two flustered and indignant servants of the Shen family who were trying to block the young man's path.

"Then I'll just drink it myself," Ye Xiaomei pouted, unscrewing the cap and gulping the water down.

Raising his head gave Yeyi quite a start; within that brief moment, this fellow had suffered unimaginable torment... Yeyi discovered that his facial skin seemed to be completely gone, replaced only by a layer of crimson flesh that was still oozing liquid—whether it was blood or some other fluid was unclear.

Perhaps from exhaustion, or perhaps from overthinking, she drifted off into a sweet dream shortly after. Meanwhile, Yan Zhengxi remained lying on his side, gazing fixedly at her flushed, delicate face. In an instant, his deep, dark eyes were stained with sorrow and internal conflict.

"Sister, what's wrong? Are you feeling nauseous again?" Mo Wanxin asked, holding a cup of warm water. Hearing the sound of retching, she quickly pushed the door open and entered.

"That place is called the United Arab Emirates, Dubai, or something Arabic," Li Moran said, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

It seemed that Ning Qing had not lied about this matter. And indeed, Ning Qing had no reason to lie about such a thing at the time; if not for the threat to his own life later on, he probably wouldn't have plotted against Li Xing and the others either.

Pulling herself together, she remembered there were matters she needed to consult Qi Yuanzhong about, so she took the elevator straight to his office. Just as she approached his doorway, she suddenly heard some noises from inside and instinctively leaned closer to eavesdrop.

"That damned old hag didn't agree!" Jian Tingting interrupted Lan Xiyu's words with a furious expression.

"Have a safe journey!" Wennuan smiled and waved at the figure that impatiently flew out through the window.

This man had long known her thoughts and yet sat back composedly, watching her weave through her twists and turns—truly deserving of a sound scolding.

"Fire Law, Lightning Law, Wood Law! And his speed... This is the power of the Space Law!" Cracks appeared across the face of the Heavenly Foothold Sovereign once more.

The Tenth Prince's eyes were completely vacant; life and death held little meaning for him now. Having lost his mother and his younger sister, he no longer had the dignity to live in this world.

"Shut up!" The person holding him seemed annoyed by Ergouzi's incessant noise, and with a loose grip, dropped him straight onto the ground.

In the end, that comment was pushed to the very top due to its overwhelming popularity, under the title of "Who is the ultimate visual representative among Wennuan's squad of handsome men?" Someone even set up a poll for voting. The statistical result showed that Dashen was out of the running, leaving the battleground fiercely contested between Shenwang and Zhou Buhang, growing more intense by the day.

Secondly, the imperial military examination this time was clearly intended to select military commanders rather than ordinary leaders. In addition to testing physical strength and archery on horseback, it also tested military strategy and geography. Raising this threshold would greatly elevate candidates who had a foundation in commanding troops.

On the morning of the Dragon Boat Festival in the eighteenth year of the Kaiyuan era of Daxing, the Empress passed away, posthumously titled Zhao. At noon, the Emperor held the Empress and burned himself to death inside the Taiji Palace, thus passing away. Posthumously titled Zhuang, with the temple name Gaozu.

This appearance truly matched that of an elderly person at the candle's end. Previously, he had undoubtedly been an aggressive superior with a ruthless and cold-blooded style, making people fear him to the point of overlooking his age. Now, everything was gone.

As for the matters concerning the Mu Clan, she would simply bite the bullet and insist she knew nothing about any Mu Clan; what could the substitute Divine Emperor do to her? At most, it would just be suspicion and surveillance, and she naturally had her own ways to parry whatever came her way.

Gradually, Yaoyao realized she could not let such negative emotions continue to fester, or else Brother Longye would grow more and more unhappy.

"Fine, she doesn't represent me, but if I've provoked your displeasure, you can vent it all out on her, okay?" he said, already taking out his phone to make a call.