Mo Tian Jun’s disposition remained remarkably steady.
He had once said that since they’d already endured all the way to this realm, it was only natural to want to take a look at the Celestial Realm.
So it would be best to avoid doing anything that might get them killed!
According to their original plan, Mo Tian Jun had intended only to hide in the shadows with Ye Yu and observe the Pseudo-God from afar.
It would be enough simply to ascertain his strength.
But plans could not keep pace with sudden changes.
Now that they were directly addressing the Pseudo-God, Mo Tian Jun had to consider carefully what to say.
Above all, it was essential not to let him discover their true identities.
Remaining hidden in the shadows was undoubtedly the safest choice—after all, who knew just how powerful the Pseudo-God might be?
If he learned who they were and set his sights on them, it would be truly dangerous.
With that thought, Mo Tian Jun prepared to alter his voice before speaking.
But at that moment, someone else had already grown impatient.
“If you won’t speak, then let me!” Ye Yu snatched the communication jade from Mo Tian Jun’s hand and said coldly, “That’s right, Qu Zheng Ding is dead. Where are you, Pseudo-God?”
He deliberately named Hua Jiu Ming’s identity to make his stance unmistakably clear—no beating around the bush, just straight talk.
Hua Jiu Ming chuckled softly. “I’m a bit occupied outside. Once I’m done, I’ll definitely come find you. Because I’m truly curious—why do you dare to be so bold?”
“Cut the bullshit. Just tell me where you are, and I’ll send people to you,” Ye Yu said with unmistakable aggression.
He couldn’t wait to learn by what means this fellow had traveled from the Celestial Realm down to the mortal plane.
“There’s no need to rush toward death. Wait for me in the Celestial Realm. At most two days, and I will seek you out. May I know your name?” Hua Jiu Ming asked, his tone still tinged with amusement, as though he were speaking with an old friend.
Ye Yu scowled. “I am the Demon Heaven Lord of the Three Corpses Hall. If you have the guts, come and fight me!”
At those words, Mo Tian Jun’s face instantly changed. He looked at Ye Yu in disbelief.
Seriously, brother—are you really doing this to me?
You’ve got to be kidding—I’m not even being treated as a person here!
Feigning anger, Ye Yu crushed the jade token in his palm and spat, “Damn it, I hate pretenders more than anything. You won’t come when I call, so I’ll just destroy your precious token!”
Mo Tian Jun said in a tone full of grievance, “Be angry if you want, but why tell him my name—and then destroy the only jade we had to contact him? You never intended to tell him who you were!”
Anyone capable of founding an evil cultivation sect like the Three Corpses Hall was naturally extremely clever.
Mo Tian Jun had immediately noticed Ye Yu’s small action of crushing the jade token and inferred his true intentions.
“Ye Xianyou... you’ve gone too ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ far!” he thought to himself.
Having been unmasked, Ye Yu showed no embarrassment. Instead, he spoke with mock sincerity, “You just don’t understand me!”
“Hm? What do you mean?” Mo Tian Jun asked curiously. Could Ye Yu have some deeper motive?
“You see, I’m not afraid if someone stronger comes along. Whether Hua Jiu Ming comes for me or not doesn’t really matter. But I cannot let him trace me back to Wu Wei Tower. That place is full of your junior sisters—they’re far more precious than we are.
As for the Three Corpses Hall... your evil cultivators are just a bunch of rough old men. If they die, they die.
So you must step forward to draw his attention, while I wait for the right moment. When he dares to come, the two of us will capture him! Then we can study him thoroughly—to find out exactly what’s up with this Pseudo-God!”
Ye Yu earnestly laid out his simple plan to Mo Tian Jun.
Mo Tian Jun nodded, though his expression quickly turned wistful again.
So once again, I’m the one shoved out front to draw all the fire...
Meanwhile, in the Underworld...
Hua Jiu Ming stared at the broken jade token in his hand, his expression ice-cold.
Qu Zheng Ding or not, you really were useless.
I even gave you the Battle Heaven Demon Armor, yet you still died so quickly.
Truly mud that cannot be lifted!
Three Corpses Hall... Demon Heaven Lord?
Very well. I’ll remember that name. I will come back to find you!
Killing intent surged around Hua Jiu Ming. At that moment, Shen Fuxin emerged from the Ghost Forest, dragging along a sunflower with a human face.
Feeling the intense murderous aura, she couldn’t help but whisper, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing much, I just suddenly feel like killing an ant. It’s hopped around too much,” Hua Jiu Ming said, lifting his hand. An invisible force yanked the sunflower before him so he could inspect it.
The human face on the sunflower recoiled as if confronting a natural enemy, but it was utterly helpless—its body was fully controlled.
“Exactly right, Heart-Flower. Once we find the Soul-Severing Leaf, we can head to the Celestial Realm. Then I’ll mobilize everyone in both realms to help you search for your beloved!” Hua Jiu Ming still hadn’t forgotten to dangle a promise before Shen Fuxin.
After the Battle of Heaven’s Overthrow, with Qu Zheng Ding gone, the demon race might well suffer defeat.
But it didn’t matter—if he could elevate one Qu Zheng Ding, he could do it again and again.
Whoever served as the dog mattered little, so long as they were capable and loyal.
Truly, Hua Jiu Ming held no one in high regard. Having once set foot in the Celestial Realm, he believed only other gods could challenge him.
As for ghosts or immortals? They were mere ants playing at war.
Had it not been for gathering those five items, he wouldn’t have bothered inciting the demon and heavenly races to wage war.
Though things had taken an unexpected turn, he judged the impact would be minimal—after all, what great ripples could ants even stir?
Shen Fuxin still wore a trace of sorrow between her brows.
To this day, there remained no news of Ye Yu’s whereabouts.
She couldn’t help but wonder if he had once again shattered the void and ascended into the Celestial Realm.
Sigh—no matter. It would be wise to prepare for both outcomes.
First, secure those items with Hua Jiu Ming, then use the might of both realms to search for Ye Yu.
If he truly couldn’t be found, then she herself would venture into the Celestial Realm to look for him!
With that thought, Shen Fuxin exhaled slowly and steeled herself.
Then she and Hua Jiu Ming set off once more.
Meanwhile, thanks to Ye Yu’s relentless teasing, Mo Tian Jun had finally let the matter go.
After all, Ye Yu had already made it perfectly clear that he was sending Mo Tian Jun out front. Regretting it now served no purpose.
As long as Hua Jiu Ming wasn’t deaf, he would have heard those six words: Demon Heaven Lord of the Three Corpses Hall.
Having weighed the risks and benefits, Mo Tian Jun abandoned any plan to break with Ye Yu.
However, over the next two days, the two of them would have to stick together.
They would share both fortune and hardship—one man’s strength alone would never suffice to oppose the Pseudo-God. At the very least, they needed to combine their swords.
Ye Yu sneered inwardly. Who pairs swords with another man? This is ridiculous!
He was nothing more than a human-shaped shield.
