After the person reporting left, Murong Wanyin asked, “Why would Hall Master Xing of the Abyssal Burial Palace take action?”
Ye Wudu replied calmly, “Because Drunken Flower Pavilion belongs to the Abyssal Burial Palace.”
Murong Wanyin froze slightly. That possibility had never crossed her mind. She had killed the Courtesan Queen of Drunken Flower Pavilion, so it was only natural that the Abyssal Burial Palace would intervene.
She hesitated, then asked again, “Then why didn’t Hall Master Xing act directly against us? Why did he capture Li Mazi instead?”
Ye Wudu smiled faintly, his tone relaxed, “He’s cautious. He can’t gauge our strength, so he doesn’t dare move rashly. He’s testing us.”
Murong Wanyin lowered her head, guilt surfacing in her eyes. “I’m sorry… I caused trouble. I’ll go turn myself in to Hall Master Xing and settle this.”
As she spoke, she turned to leave, afraid that her actions would drag Ye Wudu into danger.
However, Ye Wudu pulled her back into his arms, holding her firmly. “What are you thinking? It’s just a small matter. I’ll handle it tomorrow. Rest first.”
Murong Wanyin shook her head immediately, her voice tense, “No! I can’t let you take the risk. The people of the Three Palaces are all madmen.”
The Abyssal Burial Palace, Eternal Silence Palace, and Blood Fiend Palace were the three strongest forces of the Demonic Sect, collectively known as the Three Palaces. Even with her lost memories, Murong Wanyin had heard enough over the past nine years to know how ruthless they were.
If he went alone, it would be no different from walking straight into a death trap.
Ye Wudu gently stroked her hair, his voice soft and steady, “Don’t worry. I can handle it. Trust me this once.”
Murong Wanyin looked up at him, searching his face. His expression was calm, confident, unwavering. “You’re not lying to me?”
Ye Wudu leaned down and kissed her forehead lightly. “Silly girl. Even if I deceived the entire world, I would never deceive you. I’ll come back safely.”
Only then did Murong Wanyin relax slightly. She lowered her head, quiet like a child who had made a mistake.
Seeing her like this, Ye Wudu couldn’t help but smile. He gently hooked her delicate nose with his finger before lifting her into his arms.
Murong Wanyin didn’t resist. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her soft body pressing against him as if seeking warmth.
He carried her to the bed and laid her down, then rubbed his nose lightly against hers, “Go to sleep first.”
Murong Wanyin nodded obediently and closed her eyes.
The day had been long and filled with turmoil. Ye Wudu also felt a trace of fatigue and decided to rest. Although he had eaten Flood Dragon Meat, his body felt normal… perhaps the earlier “empty shots” with Zhou Yuanyuan had drained him somewhat.
As drowsiness crept in, just before he slipped into sleep, he suddenly felt a cool, soft body wrap around him.
Murong Wanyin had taken the initiative to hug him for the first time.
Ye Wudu instinctively wrapped an arm around her neck, and soon, both of them drifted into sleep…
When he woke up, he found Murong Wanyin sitting at the bedside, quietly watching him.
He sat up and asked, “Why didn’t you go set up your stall?”
Murong Wanyin’s brows were slightly knit with worry. “I’ll go with you. I’m not at ease.”
Ye Wudu chuckled softly, “Stay at home and wait for me. I promise I’ll return safely. If you don’t feel like setting up the stall, just rest today.”
Naturally, he wouldn’t let her follow. Otherwise, everything would be exposed.
He could tell she hadn’t slept all night, worrying about him. This story is hosted at g.com.
Although approaching her had originally been for the sake of rewards, at this moment, a faint warmth still stirred in Ye Wudu’s heart.
Murong Wanyin watched him leave, her beautiful eyes filled with concern…
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“Reporting to Hall Master Xing, someone claiming to be Ye Yuan has come seeking an audience. He says he’s here to take someone back.”
Xing Xiuyuan hadn’t expected the young man to show up personally… and so quickly.
Wasn’t he afraid he wouldn’t make it back alive?
Today, he intended to see exactly what this Ye Yuan was capable of.
“Let him in.”
Soon, Ye Wudu stepped into the grand hall. It was lavishly decorated. He stood upright, his gaze cold as he looked toward Xing Xiuyuan on the raised platform.
This calm, fearless demeanor only made Xing Xiuyuan more cautious.
The young man didn’t look afraid at all… if anything, there was a faint sense of superiority in his gaze.
That was what puzzled Xing Xiuyuan. Even if your cultivation is high, I am still a hall master of the Abyssal Burial Palace. How dare you look down on me?
Ye Wudu spoke casually, “I heard Hall Master Xing took one of my people?”
His eyes swept past Xing Xiuyuan. Beside him stood two alluring beauties, their appearance on par with Zhou Yuanyuan.
Xing Xiuyuan slowly rose and walked up to Ye Wudu, looking him up and down.
Instead of answering, he asked, “The deaths of Zhou Yuanyuan and Liu Long… were they your doing?”
Ye Wudu’s expression remained calm. “Indeed. I killed them. What does Hall Master Xing intend to do?”
Xing Xiuyuan was momentarily stunned.
He admitted it just like that?
No denial, no excuse?
The more he looked at Ye Wudu, the more he couldn’t figure him out.
“Impudent!”
Xing Xiuyuan suddenly roared, his voice shaking the hall. “Do you know that Drunken Flower Pavilion belongs to my Abyssal Burial Palace? Killing my Courtesan Queen… are you trying to oppose us?”
His 5th stage pressure erupted instantly, crashing down like a tidal wave.
Ye Wudu felt the immense force bearing down on him. Fortunately, he had already reached the 3rd stage Qi Refining Realm. If he were still in the 1st or 2nd stage, this single test would have forced him to kneel.
Seeing Ye Wudu’s body tremble slightly under the pressure, Xing Xiuyuan relaxed inwardly.
So that’s all?
He had thought this was some hidden expert.
Judging by this, the boy was only around the 3rd stage Qi Refining Realm.
With such cultivation, you dare act arrogant before me?
As long as Ye Wudu wasn’t stronger than him, Xing Xiuyuan had nothing to fear.
Ye Wudu’s expression darkened slightly. “Xing Xiuyuan, release my person, and I’ll pretend this never happened. Are you sure you want to oppose me?”
Xing Xiuyuan burst into laughter. “I’ve seen people pretending before, but someone like you… this is a first!”
As a hall master of the Abyssal Burial Palace, being treated with such disregard ignited his anger.
Without hesitation, he raised his hand and swung it toward Ye Wudu, intending to teach this pretty boy a lesson.
However, midway through the strike, his eyes caught something in Ye Wudu’s hand… a token.
It looked like a piece of condensed night, square with rounded corners.
On its surface was the relief of a palace… the Abyss Hall. Its doors stood open, yet inside was not a hall, but a pitch-black throne. The throne was empty, leaving only a cluster of cold, blue flames burning silently.
Within the flames, a single character was clearly visible…
“Burial.”
Ye Wudu spoke calmly, “I am the Young Master of the Abyssal Burial Palace, Ye Wudu. With the Palace Master Token in hand, seeing this is equivalent to the Palace Master’s presence.”
Xing Xiuyuan’s hand froze mid-air.
His eyes widened, his mind going blank.
To be honest, he had never seen such a high-level token before.
He himself possessed a hall master token of the Abyssal Burial Palace, but the design and material were different… though the size and shape were identical.
Deep down, he knew it was most likely real… yet he couldn’t believe it.
Then it struck him.
Yesterday, a portrait of the Young Master had been delivered. He had dismissed it, thinking the Young Master would never appear in this remote, desolate North Desolation City.
He hadn’t even bothered to look at it.
Now, he rushed to the platform and found the portrait.
He looked at it… then at Ye Wudu…
They were exactly the same person.
Combined with the Palace Master Token in Ye Wudu’s hand, the truth was undeniable.
Xing Xiuyuan’s entire body trembled. He rushed forward and dropped to one knee. “This subordinate, Xing Xiuyuan, Hall Master of North Desolation City, greets Young Master!”
Under normal circumstances, even meeting the Young Master wouldn’t have made him this nervous.
But just now… he had tried to strike him.
That was a capital offense.
Ye Wudu slowly put away the token, then walked up to the platform and sat down in the grand chair Xing Xiuyuan usually occupied. His eyes narrowed slightly.
Leaning back, one leg crossed over the other, he looked down with a teasing smile, “Just now… were you about to strike this Young Master?”