The Gu Clan patriarch had fallen, and the four who returned were overwhelmed dealing with the clan’s miscellaneous affairs.
For now, Soul Emperor didn’t seem prepared to immediately move to destroy the Gu Clan.
Added to that, he wanted the miss to drop her realm within two months; in other words, the Gu Clan was safe for at least these two months.
With Patriarch Gu Qingyang and Supreme Elder Gu Dao both fallen, and Xun Er in a coma, the four Saints were now the strongest force remaining in the Gu Clan.
After they difficultly announced the situation of Soul Emperor and Xun Er to the clansmen, they returned to the assembly hall exhausted.
After several discussions, the four reached an agreement.
Under the current circumstances, the elder council composed of the four would temporarily nominate Xun Er as the Gu Clan Saintess.
Then, one elder would take turns each day to handle the miss’s affairs.
After all, there was only one transmission jade slip left by Soul Emperor.
At this time, the other three would temporarily form a council to lead the Gu Clan.
Meanwhile, the two most urgent matters were: First, to improve their own cultivation and find a way to break Flame Emperor’s (Xiao Yan’s) seal.
Otherwise, even if the Gu Clan is safe for these two months, there will be no peace afterward.
With no more Dou Di in the world, only by awakening the Flame Emperor can there be a glimmer of hope.
Second, to find a way to awaken the miss as soon as possible.
Dropping Dou Qi cultivation to Dou Zun is not a big problem; with the miss’s talent and ability, she can cultivate it back in a few years.
The miss is the strongest fighting force of the Gu Clan now.
As for the second method Soul Emperor mentioned, the four Dou Sheng tacitly kept their mouths shut.
The first day the elder council began normal operation: 51 days remaining until the two-month deadline.
Xun Er’s cultivation: 9-star Dou Sheng.
Gu Yao, holding the blood-colored jade slip, stood on an empty square and circulated Dou Qi into the jade slip.
Following a wave of dizziness, Gu Yao was transmitted into the soul space constructed by Soul Emperor.
His divine sense scanned the surroundings; Soul Emperor was not in the space.
Then Gu Yao discovered that this was an extremely small space, only as large as a bedroom.
On the wall of the room hung a clock-like magic tool that looked like an array; after looking at it carefully, Gu Yao understood that this was a measurement magic tool for recording Xun Er’s Dou Qi.
Outside the window, a strange red light glowed, giving the entire space a dim and blurred feeling.
In the center of the red room was a couch, and Xun Er was lying on it quietly, still in a coma.
With Gu Yao’s hundreds of years of cultivation, seeing this scene and realizing that only the two of them were alone here, he actually began to feel his heart racing.
Throughout his not-so-short cultivation years, he had always been full of admiration and devoted to Miss Xun Er; this was something everyone in the Gu Clan already knew.
Over all these years, Gu Yao had never cut off his feelings for Xun Er.
The miss was graceful and her temperament was like an orchid; countless times she had appeared in Gu Yao’s dreams like white moonlight.
However, after the miss went out for a few years, she came back with that guy.
Gu Yao didn’t deny Xiao Yan’s excellence and was convinced of his loss after their match.
However, seeing the woman he longed for moved by another man, the loneliness in Gu Yao’s heart was truly incomparable.
For hundreds of years, Gu Yao had locked these feelings deep in his heart.
He knew he couldn’t compare to Xiao Yan.
For a hundred years, he overcame countless difficulties and practiced diligently, finally breaking into the Dou Sheng realm.
He practiced day and night just to spend more time with the miss.
And Gu Yao had never mentioned these thoughts to anyone; he was the youngest Dou Sheng in the entire Gu Clan, and he had his own pride.
He didn’t need the miss to know his longing; he only wanted to see her happy and joyful every day.
After the war of two Emperors, Xiao Yan was sealed, and the miss returned in tears.
Half a year later, Patriarch Gu Yuan passed away.
Gu Yao had never seen the miss so sad.
The miss’s heart was broken, and Gu Yao’s heart felt as if it were being hollowed out by a blunt knife, yet he still had to force a smile in front of the miss every day.
A year later, the miss moved away from the clan alone.
For the twenty years following that, Gu Yao would stand dazed on the martial arts field every morning, looking through the morning light melancholically toward the direction of the small building where the miss stayed.
He couldn’t go, he didn’t dare go, and he wasn’t worthy to go; he could only be secretly sorrowful.
Time is truly worthless to practitioners; often a single retreat can last dozens or a hundred years.
But hundreds of years had passed, and his, Gu Yao’s, longing and admiration for the miss had never stopped.
As a young genius of the Gu Clan, he was never short of various outstanding girls.
However, in the hundred years that passed like a white horse glimpsed through a gap, Gu Yao always remained alone.
He knew that since he had the miss in his heart, he could no longer accommodate anyone else.
Thousands of past events swirled in his heart, and Gu Yao felt as if he were about to stop breathing.