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This strange spectacle immediately caught the attention of Ye Yu, the Bone Consort, and Shen Fuxin.

Heaven-and-earth portents did not appear for no reason; surely some deity had just used divine arts.

Although none of them had mentioned it these past days, the Jiyue Pavilion incident had indeed occurred.

As one of the more powerful divine alliances in the Divine Realm, if they discovered Xue Hen’s demise, they would investigate thoroughly.

If they came looking, they would not stop until blood had been paid.

So Bone Consort and Shen Fuxin could only secretly hope no one would discover Xue Hen’s fall — and if they did, that they would not trace it back to Ye Yu.

But fate does not always favor wishes; in the next moment, their worst fear came true.

The bright moonlight formed a beam and enveloped Ye Yu like a lock.

Ye Yu sighed inwardly. Had he still been discovered by the Jiyue Pavilion people?

It seemed this time he was truly doomed to fall.

He turned to Bone Consort and Shen Fuxin and spoke earnestly, “You two leave first. Wait for me. If I’m not around, don’t give up—don’t stop waiting for me. I won’t be gone long; I’ll find you again.”

Such odd words left Bone Consort and Shen Fuxin momentarily bewildered.

But that question wasn’t the important thing right now.

What mattered was how to evade the Jiyue Pavilion’s pursuit.

Yes — in their view that pillar of light had to be the Jiyue Pavilion’s doing.

Jiyue Pavilion must have uncovered the truth; otherwise they wouldn’t have come for Ye Yu.

Bone Consort and Shen Fuxin wanted immediately to spirit Ye Yu away, to escape the Pavilion’s hunt!

But in an instant, a teleportation formation flared beneath the two of them.

Their figures vanished from sight.

Ye Yu had long prepared himself.

To be precise, when he climbed Thunderfall Mountain he had already expected today might come.

That golden-armored deity Zhao Zhige had seen him.

Xue Hen was dead and his token lost. The first suspect would naturally be Ye Yu.

He’d acted rashly that day, but at the time he’d only cared about saving Bone Consort and Shen Fuxin.

Fortunately, all the heart demons had been exterminated!

So his efforts were not in vain.

The only unexpected part was that the Jiyue Pavilion had arrived so quickly — and they had not yet reached the highest realm.

A little disappointing.

Ye Yu slowly rose and looked up at the bright moon, feeling calm.

He would not die gallantly for nothing.

Whoever wanted to kill him should prepare to have their teeth shattered.

Soon nine divine beings in white robes, black lotus embroidery at the collars, appeared before Ye Yu.

That uniform attire seemed familiar.

Right — these were the robes of Wuzhong Mountain.

Wait — the moonlight just now wasn’t from Jiyue Pavilion, but from Wuzhong Mountain?

Was the whole thing a misunderstanding?

Well, not entirely — Wuzhong Mountain’s Zuo Shanchuan and Jin Ci had indeed died by his hand.

If they had come for revenge, it wouldn’t be unreasonable.

Ye Yu’s gaze hardened; he readied himself for combat.

Among the nine from Wuzhong Mountain, the leader was a man with a sword scar across his face, exuding a ruthless air.

He raised his hand slightly and the pillar of moonlight enveloping Ye Yu instantly dispersed.

“I am Andongcheng of Wuzhong Mountain,” he said.

Ye Yu raised a brow, puzzled. Why the polite self-introduction now? And why did he show no killing intent?

Seeing Andongcheng awaiting a reply, Ye Yu gave his name as well.

Andongcheng said gravely, “Two of our Wuzhong Mountain deities, Zuo Shanchuan and Jin Ci, have vanished — I suspect they were killed by an evil spirit. You carry traces of their qi; thus we have come to ask whether you know anything.”

Upon hearing this, Ye Yu immediately understood.

So these Wuzhong Mountain fellows only knew that Zuo Shanchuan and Jin Ci had fallen, but had not determined how they died. They were searching and, sensing traces of the two on him, came to question him.

Well, then all their fears were for nothing.

What an annoying bunch at Wuzhong Mountain — if you want to sense qi, what kind of moonlight do you use?

How rude of them to make it look like Jiyue Pavilion was coming for revenge!

Ye Yu had even deliberately teleported Bone Consort and Shen Fuxin far away to avoid dragging them into trouble.

Ah — wasted effort!

After muttering these complaints inwardly, Ye Yu watched as six more deities swooped down and halted above.

At their head was a graceful young man in feathered robes. He lifted an elegant finger, plucked the void, and a scroll appeared out of thin air.

On it was an image — unmistakably of Ye Yu.

The graceful youth showed a wicked, sly smile and said sharply, “Tell Elder Tang we found the man — send him over at once!”

At this, a deity behind him immediately complied and took out a communication stone to ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) report.

The graceful youth stepped to Ye Yu’s other side, eyeing him up and down, and murmured, “I am Liu Ying of the Jiyue Pavilion. Boy, did you eat dragon gall and phoenix heart? How dare you kill members of my Jiyue Pavilion! Don’t say a thing — come quietly with me, or I’ll use the Soul-Nailing Art to pin all your qi channels, making your life worse than death!”

Ye Yu frowned slightly.

So they had come after all.

He evaded Wuzhong Mountain yet couldn’t escape Jiyue Pavilion?

If that was the case... wait — why not turn their strength against them?

An interesting plan sprang to mind.

Meanwhile, Liu Ying mocked Andongcheng with a glance. From those identical robes it was clear the others were from Wuzhong Mountain.

But so what?

Jiyue Pavilion feared no one from Wuzhong Mountain, so Liu Ying had no interest in why Andongcheng was here, nor in their relation to Ye Yu.

He waved subtly and two Jiyue Pavilion deities behind him immediately stepped forward to seize Ye Yu.

But Ye Yu suddenly swung his arm, and with the momentum he kicked the deity on his left squarely in the waist!

The Jiyue Pavilion deity Dong Buqi stared blankly.

“Brother, what’s that about? Two people came to pull you — why did you only kick me? That’s unfair!”

“And if you’re going to kick, why the kidney? You’ve gone too far!”

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