Bai Xichu curled her lip slightly as she watched Hong Luan and Ye Yu acting all clingy.
“Are you sure she’s really drunk? Still so quick with her movements — if you ask me, she’s just pretending to be drunk!”
Indeed, Bai Xichu was still annoyed by the earlier remark.
“Annoying witch?”
That title was pretty rude!
Zhang Baijiu and Sun Zhiqiu, however, were filled with terror.
They could clearly feel that terrifying pressure radiating from Ye Yu — it made them unable to raise their heads.
At that moment they realized they’d run into a hard nut.
Running was impossible; even the outer layer of the formation’s barrier was enough to make anyone despair.
Not to mention there was a powerhouse here on par with a Great Elder.
If they wanted to survive, their only hope was to pin it on the Three Corpses Hall.
Zhang Baijiu immediately dropped to one knee and said in a deep voice, “We two are pack-carriers of the Three Corps Hall. Please, exalted immortal, show mercy and spare our lives. One day the Three Corps Hall will repay this kindness!”
Only then did Ye Yu clear from his choking silence.
There were still outsiders here — being overly intimate was truly inappropriate.
He forced himself free of Hong Luan’s hold and looked to Zheng Nanxiu, asking her to repeat what she had not yet finished saying.
Zheng Nanxiu did not refuse. She promptly told everything she had just seen.
Zhang Baijiu and Sun Zhiqiu were about to protest when two swordlights instantly felled them.
Ye Yu had controlled his power and deliberately not severed their souls.
He grabbed them and began reading the two pack-carriers’ memories.
After all, Ye Yu did not trust their lies.
Zheng Nanxiu’s cultivation was still shallow, and the sect now had no real foundation — there was no way she could have struck pack-carriers from the ascendant Three Corps Hall. So Ye Yu wanted to see why these men had fabricated a story to stir trouble.
Within mere breaths, Ye Yu had read all of Zhang Baijiu’s and Sun Zhiqiu’s memories.
He then looked east.
Ban Xia and Bai Xichu asked curiously, “What is it? Is something wrong?”
“Nothing — just someone who came looking for death.”
Before their words had fallen, Ye Yu had already disappeared from where he stood.
On the other side, Chu Jiaolin was rushing rapidly toward the Three Corps Hall.
When he saw in the water-moon mirror that Zhang Baijiu and Sun Zhiqiu had been killed, he immediately started to flee.
He hadn’t expected that in the end he’d have stirred up Ye Yu.
Although Chu Jiaolin had little direct connection with Ye Yu, he’d heard some things.
The reason Hall Lord Mo Tianjun cultivated a good relationship with the obscure Wuwei Tower was precisely because of this immortal named Ye Yu.
He had even specially selected a beautiful woman from the Three Corps Hall and sent her over.
Who had been sent, Chu Jiaolin did not know.
From the Hall Lord’s attitude toward Ye Yu, one could tell a great deal.
So Chu Jiaolin planned to return and report immediately, letting Mo Tianjun decide what to do.
But not long after, a figure appeared ahead and blocked his path.
It was Ye Yu.
Chu Jiaolin’s eyes showed mild surprise; he clearly didn’t understand why Ye Yu had pursued him to block his way.
Still, he didn’t take it as a serious matter.
He didn’t want to fight Ye Yu, true, but that didn’t mean he feared the man.
He halted and said softly, “Fellow immortal, why do you block my way?”
“Chu Jiaolin, why did you let Zhang Baijiu trick those other two pack-carriers into framing Zhuxie Immortal Sect? Don’t you know they almost harmed my wife?”
Ye Yu’s voice was low and cold, radiating endless killing intent.
Seeing that Ye Yu could clearly say both his name and Zhang Baijiu’s, Chu Jiaolin immediately understood — Ye Yu had likely used a soul-probing technique and knew everything.
He stopped hiding and spoke plainly, “Fellow immortal Ye Yu, you must be joking. I didn’t frame anyone. I only had my men search Zhuxie Immortal Sect for the missing pack-carriers. That’s why I sent them. I swear I did nothing wrong. I truly did not know your wife was present — for that, I can apologize.”
He bowed his hands in a perfunctory salute.
The attitude was there — whether Ye Yu accepted it was another matter.
“Just an apology? How about I kill you first, then apologize?” Ye Yu slowly raised his hand, about to ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) cast a technique.
The once clear sky suddenly darkened; a terrifying pressure swept through the clouds.
Chu Jiaolin lifted his chin slightly, a smile flickering in his eyes.
The Hall Lord had arrived faster than he’d thought!
It turned out Chu Jiaolin had contacted Mo Tianjun through a communication stone within the Three Corps Hall as soon as he saw Ye Yu blocking his path.
Yes — Chu Jiaolin’s rise to elder in the Three Corps Hall was not only because of strength but also because he was obedient.
“You told me not to pick a fight with Wuwei Tower. Now someone’s blocking me — I’m just reporting as instructed, Hall Lord. Isn’t that reasonable? I’m right in this matter; I won’t be ashamed to say so!”
With that thought, Chu Jiaolin bowed slightly toward the heavy black clouds behind him and said, “Hail the Hall Lord!”
The next moment, Mo Tianjun stepped out from the black clouds.
He looked at Ye Yu with a warm smile and said, “Fellow immortal Ye, we meet again. I heard you had an unpleasant encounter with someone under my command? I came to play peacemaker. Elder Chu, tell me what happened.”
Chu Jiaolin bowed again and slowly began, “Report, Hall Lord — a few days ago you asked me to check on the missing pack-carriers...”
After a moment, he recounted the entire sequence of events, including what had just transpired upon their meeting.
He explained that he had only sent Zhang Baijiu and the others to check Zhuxie Immortal Sect; he didn’t know what they had done. Passing the blame was a skill at which Chu Jiaolin excelled, and he neatly washed his hands of any fault — no one could find a flaw!
Ye Yu did not explain much and simply watched Mo Tianjun.
Honestly, he had never understood this Three Corps Hall leader.
As master of the evil immortals in the central Celestial Realm, Mo Tianjun treated him with great courtesy and often made a show of friendliness.
Why that was so, Ye Yu didn’t know.
He wanted to see how Mo Tianjun would resolve the matter.
“Smack!”
A crisp slap rang out.
Chu Jiaolin was struck to the ground. Although shocked, he dared not emit a sound.
When he looked down, his eyes flickered with resentment.
The Hall Lord had publicly slapped him for the sake of an outsider.
It seemed that this immortal named Ye Yu held far more weight in Mo Tianjun’s heart than he had imagined.
