That day, Ye Yu brought Ye Nian back into the Wu Wei Pagoda.
Meeting his daughter at that moment had indeed been quite a surprise.
After all, bringing his daughter along now was hardly a wise choice.
Outside, the False God was still lurking with murderous intent, and the Celestial Realm was embroiled in a demonic war. It was far safer to return Ye Nian home first.
As for Bai Qingsong, he had to remain in the eastern part of the Celestial Realm.
There were now very few living Demon Lords left, and they had all gone into hiding.
Under such circumstances, it was the perfect opportunity for Bai Qingsong to rally the other demons. He might not even need to return to the Demon Realm before solidifying his claim as its sovereign.
Of course, the premise was that he had to stay alive.
If he were slain by an immortal of the Celestial Realm, everything would be over.
Bai Qingsong understood this truth. He was meticulous about security, stationing numerous demon warriors at his side without ever leaving him unguarded.
He had also never stopped searching for the whereabouts of the other Demon Lords.
In his heart, he hoped Ye Yu would eliminate them all.
Then, as the sole Demon Lord, he could publicly declare the Heavenly Campaign a failure, lead the demons back to their own land in the Demon Realm, and live a peaceful, happy life. What could be better?
Of course, an idea remained just an idea until events proved otherwise.
And the Mo Tianjun?
That old fool had learned his lesson after Ye Yu publicly humiliated him.
No matter how Ye Yu spoke, he refused to return to the Three Corpses Hall first.
What a joke. Ye Yu had drawn the enemy here under his own name.
Let’s not even mention that.
Now Ye Yu wanted him to wait alone for the enemy?
Did Ye Yu think he was a fool?
No way. Not until Hua Jiuming was dead would the two of them risk parting. Wherever Ye Yu went, he would follow. Don’t even try to chase me off!
Helpless, Ye Yu had no choice but to bring the Mo Tianjun—this unwanted third wheel—back into the Wu Wei Pagoda.
The veteran madams—Hong Luan, Huangfu Baizhi, Su Yao, Yun Roumu, and the others—were all familiar with Ye Nian.
They doted on the little girl as if she were their own.
Ye Nian was a sweet talker. Upon seeing Madams Shangguan Jiujiu, Zhong Qin, and Pei Chuxia for the first time, she immediately greeted them.
“Hello, godmothers.”
Her words melted their hearts.
There was simply no better place for Ye Nian to stay than by their sides.
Seizing the opportunity, the Mo Tianjun spotted Banxia among the crowd and, via inner voice transmission, reminded her.
“I’ve found the miracle pills for Ye Yu’s lingering ailment. They should eliminate that stubborn disease. Next time you return, try them at once. Complete the mission as soon as possible, understood?”
At this, Banxia forced a smile and subtly nodded.
But in her heart she was already cursing.
Are you insane? Why are you so worried about my nephew? If you’re in such a hurry, why not do it yourself?
Ugh!
Soon, Ye Yu hastily concluded his conversation with the madams.
Lingering here any longer would be unwise.
He prepared to leave with the Mo Tianjun.
But before they could pass through the immortal gate, Ye Yu paused and grabbed the Mo Tianjun’s sleeve.
The latter frowned in confusion and asked, “Did something happen at our Eastern Celestial Realm station in Juque Prefecture?”
After all, they both had planted their own spies there, awaiting Hua Jiuming’s arrival.
Seeing Ye Yu’s serious expression, his mind raced.
But Ye Yu merely shook his head.
Then he called Ye Nian over and told her to greet the Mo Tianjun.
“Say, ‘Hello, uncle’!”
“Hello, uncle!”
Obediently, Ye Nian greeted him.
The Mo Tianjun looked baffled. They had been together for hours—why the sudden requirement?
Ye Yu explained without looking back, “In my hometown, there’s a custom. When a junior meets an elder for the first time, they must offer greetings. The elder, in turn, must present a meeting gift. So what are you waiting for?”
At these words, the Mo Tianjun’s eyes filled with irony.
So that was it.
A mere meeting gift—no need for all this pomp.
Three Corpses Hall had blossomed in the Celestial Realm’s center, destroying countless immortal sects. The spoils delivered by the backpacker were beyond count.
The Mo Tianjun was now the wealthiest immortal in the central Celestial Realm.
Staring at the adorable Ye Nian before him, he couldn’t help but grin, though a flash of disappointment passed through his eyes.
What a shame she was a girl. Otherwise he wouldn’t have to pin his hopes on Banxia.
But what should he give?
Before he could decide, Ye Nian pointed at the blue storage ring on his right index finger.
“Uncle, I want this.”
“Ah? This...”
The Mo Tianjun hesitated. He was reluctant beyond measure.
Inside that blue gemstone storage ring lay the immortal artifacts of numerous sects.
Every one of them had been won by Three Corpses Hall’s evil immortals with bloodshed.
It was a fortune that could shake hearts and minds—not something he could simply part with.
He searched his thoughts for a reason to refuse.
Before he could speak, Ye Yu, using the speed granted by his Mó Lín Tiān technique, suddenly snatched the ring and tossed it into Ye Nian’s hand.
“Aren’t you going to thank your uncle?”
“Thank you, uncle!”
Ye Nian called without a hint of emotion and immediately strode off.
Of °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° course, this had all been coached by Ye Yu through inner voice transmission.
Never hesitate—hesitation leads to defeat.
“Wait, this, wait...”
The Mo Tianjun tried to retrieve the storage ring, but before he could finish his words, Ye Yu whisked them away at incredible speed toward the distance.
“There’s no ‘wait’ about it. Why so stingy? What’s wrong with giving your niece a small meeting gift? Hmph!”
From these words, the Mo Tianjun grasped Ye Yu’s unspoken meaning.
The gift was given. He wouldn’t get it back.
In mere breaths, they were already hundreds of thousands of li away.
Too late to protest now—accept your fate, brother!
The Mo Tianjun wept tears of rage in his heart.
Great, all the treasures Three Corpses Hall had labored to obtain were now someone else’s dowry.
Ye Yu, just wait—this debt, I will collect from you someday!
...
The next day.
Shen Fugui and Qu Congchun pretended to be busy inside an immortal sect in the eastern Celestial Realm.
A man in mink fur appeared and strode directly into their midst.
It was Hua Jiuming himself.
He swept them both with his icy gaze before finally fixing his eyes on Qu Congchun and Shen Fugui.
“I’m truly curious—Lord Qu Zhengding is dead. Why are the two of you still alive?”
