A moment later, led by Ban Xia, Ye Yu arrived at the Twenty-Ninth Chamber of the Three Corps Hall.
At the entrance, they saw the Demon Heavenly Lord (Mo Tian Jun) already waiting, a thorned branch strapped across his back, looking rather comical.
“Fellow Immortal Ye,” he greeted, “since we parted in the eastern Celestial Realm, your brother has missed you greatly. It was my fault—too hasty to seek help—so I left you alone back then. Now I see you’ve turned misfortune into blessing and grown even stronger. I truly rejoice for you!”
Ye Yu could not help laughing at the words. Seek help? To spout such outrageous nonsense with a straight face—Mo Tian Jun really had thick skin. Was he expecting Ye Yu to believe it?
Ye Yu said nothing, instead strode forward, taking in the newly built surroundings. One had to admit, those evil immortals in the Three Corps Hall might be brutal, but at least they had good taste. The palace they constructed was grand and imposing.
Mo Tian Jun bowed slightly and followed, his eyes scanning Ye Yu’s aura. Through spiritual transmission he asked Ban Xia, What does Ye Yu intend here? She ignored him—she truly did not know Ye Yu’s purpose. Kill him? It did not seem so, or he would have struck already, not waited until now.
Mo Tian Jun grew uneasy and cast her a resentful glance. In barely an hour, their positions had reversed completely: the first time Ban Xia came, she sought Mo Tian Jun’s help; now the roles were inverted. Such is the impermanence of the world.
Tao Huanming, steward of the Twenty-Ninth Chamber, held a paper fan and trailed silently behind Mo Tian Jun. Soon the party entered the main hall. Ye Yu took the central seat without invitation.
Tao Huanming’s brow furrowed—was that seat reserved for himself? Mo Tian Jun, as top leader, might sit anywhere, but how dare Ye Yu be so presumptuous? He opened his mouth to remonstrate but was silenced by Mo Tian Jun’s glance and fell silent.
Just as Mo Tian Jun was about to take a side seat, Ye Yu spoke, “Don’t sit yet.”
Mo Tian Jun paused awkwardly, rising from the stool. “Fellow Immortal Ye, do you have any orders?”
“No orders exactly. But think back: we’ve known each other months now, back when you were only at the Immortal Lord realm. You watched me grow and aided me greatly. It wouldn’t be wrong to call you my benefactor in the Celestial Realm.”
Mo Tian Jun was moved. Indeed, he had arranged intel, rare materials, even introduced Ban Xia as Ye Yu’s companion. His contributions were considerable. But he knew the art of words: praise first, then “but.” As expected, Ye Yu’s tone shifted.
“But when we were in the eastern Celestial Realm, you showed off your three heads and six arms, finished your display, and left me behind. That truly chilled me. Imagine if you were me: having survived, what’s the first thing you’d do?”
Mo Tian Jun did not answer. To anyone, traitors deserved only one fate: death. So Ye Yu had come to demand justice! Though he did not know how Ye Yu had defeated that false god, Mo Tian Jun was no one to wait passively for death. He bowed his head, feigning weakness but ready to strike. Tao Huanming felt the same resentment—if not for Mo Tian Jun’s rebuke, he would have attacked already.
Ban Xia’s brow creased. Had she misjudged? Was Ye Yu truly going to kill Mo Tian Jun? If so... wonderful!
Ye Yu waved, beckoning Mo Tian Jun forward. The latter hesitated, puzzled, but stepped solidly ahead, watching Ye Yu’s aura for any sign of deceit, prepared to spring.
When Mo Tian Jun stood before him, expression deadly serious, Ye Yu said quietly, “Offer me some compensation.”
The hall fell silent. That was it? After all the build-up, only this? Especially Mo Tian Jun, who had steel himself for combat—he was taken aback.
Ye Yu blinked. “Is that difficult?”
“Not at all!” Mo Tian Jun brightened. He called to Tao Huanming to gather every treasure in the chamber and fill five storage rings, then presented them to Ye Yu. Mo Tian Jun knew the timing was premature: if he fought now, he would lose. Better to placate Ye Yu and buy a few more days grace before enacting his plan.
Ye Yu casually inspected the contents—a trove of cultivation materials well suited for Hong Luan, Lan Lianyan, and the others—then nodded in satisfaction. He pocketed the rings and prepared to leave with Ban Xia.
At the gate he paused and glanced back at Tao Huanming. “You look quite displeased.”
“Not at all, Senior misreads me!” Tao Huanming’s tone was stiff—of course he was displeased. He had barely settled into leadership here, only to have every treasure plundered.
Ye Yu frowned. “I don’t like your gaze.”
Mo Tian Jun opened his ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) mouth to speak for his steward, but suddenly sensed a chilling presence. In the next breath Tao Huanming knelt in agony—and in an instant perished on the spot. It all happened so fast that Mo Tian Jun could not react. One of his Immortal King realm subordinates had fallen without warning.
Mo Tian Jun felt ice flood his veins. This was no mere displeasure—it was Ye Yu’s demonstration of power.
“My apologies,” Ye Yu said lightly, “I knocked him off unintentionally. I hope you don’t mind. One more thing: my realm is rising rapidly. Soon I will rend the void and enter the Divine Realm. We should maintain frequent contact!”
With those words, Ye Yu turned and left.
