"Big bro, what is that sound? Why does it sound so weird?
Hey—wait, why are you covering my ears?"
Little White was baffled, utterly unable to figure out what Ye Yu was doing.
"See no impropriety, hear no impropriety!
Master Zhu, what do we do now? Do we wait a bit? Or...?"
Ye Yu handed the choice over to Zhu Xincheng.
Honestly, he had no interest in listening to other people talk about their feelings.
He especially didn’t want to kill the mood at a time like this.
As hateful as Xue Hen was, barging in by kicking the door—that’s how you end up ‘hurting your eyes,’ and Ye Yu wasn’t about to do that.
Zhu Xincheng muttered, "Wait for what? Just call him out directly."
With that settled, Ye Yu planted one hand on his hip and shouted, "Xue Hen, get out here and meet us!"
The instant the words left his mouth, he regretted it.
"How do you know his name?"
Zhu Xincheng’s icy voice snapped out at once.
This time the killing intent was laid bare.
Ye Yu instantly went on full alert.
Damn—those ‘heart-to-heart’ sounds were so comically distracting he’d forgotten the role he was supposed to be playing.
No good; he needed a proper reason fast, or who knew what Zhu Xincheng might do.
Ye Yu’s thoughts raced, then he put on a mournful face and said, "It’s a heartbreaking love story—it happened in winter. I had a childhood sweetheart.
Xue Hen stole her from me.
I wanted to challenge him, but I wasn’t strong enough, so I’ve had to endure until now.
You ask how I know his name, and how I know how to open the formation here.
That’s because, because..."
Here Ye Yu’s voice thickened with sobs, and he deliberately trailed off.
Sometimes, unfinished words let the imagination run wild.
What you fill in yourself is always more convincing than what someone else says.
Sure enough, Zhu Xincheng fell silent.
Women truly are prone to empathy.
A tragic, stirring love story bloomed in her mind.
So she had misunderstood Ye Yu?
His childhood sweetheart must have had reasons she couldn’t resist and was forced to submit to Xue Hen, but to secretly meet Ye Yu, she told him how to open the formation.
Tsk, tsk—what a miserable pair of mandarin ducks!
Zhu Xincheng’s breathing quickened, then she said coldly, "In half an hour I’ll seal all of Xue Hen’s divine power and hand him over to you to do with as you please."
"Many thanks."
Ye Yu hurried to thank her—and clapped a hand over Little White’s mouth.
No helping it; a story like that might fool Zhu Xincheng, but it wouldn’t fool Little White.
If that guy started blabbing, the tale would pop like a bubble.
Then Ye Yu would have to keep spinning explanations.
He was not going to let that happen.
Two breaths later—
Disheveled, Xue Hen rushed out of the dojo.
Rage twisted his features.
Having your heart-to-heart interrupted—who could tolerate that?
The moment he saw Ye Yu, Xue Hen turned into a streak of light and shot over!
He stopped, steady, ten meters away.
The air roared around him, whipping Ye Yu’s robe so it snapped and fluttered.
"Brat, who are you? How did you break into this place?
You’d better have a good reason, or I’ll tear you to pieces!"
Falling Thunder Mountain was indeed a cultivation dojo Xue Hen’s master had fought to secure for him.
But it still counted as a Jiyue Pavilion cultivation site.
So the method to open the formation wasn’t held by Xue Hen alone—Jiyue Pavilion had it as well.
Xue Hen instinctively took Ye Yu for a member of the Divine Alliance.
That was the only reason he didn’t strike first.
Under the full pressure of the Heavenly God Realm pouring off the other side, Ye Yu showed not a trace of fear. He simply pointed at his robe and said with a soft laugh, "I’m not the one looking for you—she is."
"What ‘you, me, he’ nonsense? What are you talking about?"
Xue Hen lifted his hand, ready to ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) teach Ye Yu a lesson.
At that very moment, Zhu Xincheng’s figure suddenly surfaced.
She pointed lightly forward.
A beam of light blazed out like the scorching sun.
Xue Hen flew backward at once.
His body curled up, like snow meeting its nemesis; cracks crazed across him as if he were going to melt.
Forget resisting—he could barely even stand.
Zhu Xincheng lifted her hand, and a long spear radiating golden light appeared before Xue Hen.
"Use a communication stone to contact your master. Tell him to come—say there’s an important matter to discuss—and to come alone.
Obey, or die."
At that, Xue Hen agreed at once. He drew a communication stone from his storage ring and began to contact him.
"Master, come quickly. Don’t bring anyone else. Your disciple has something important to report!"
"Hmph, you unfilial wretch—what shameful thing have you done this time? Just you wait, I’ll be right there!"
From within the communication stone came the voice of Xue Hen’s master—Tang Jiansheng.
Ye Yu narrowed his eyes.
In the previous dream, he had died at that old bastard’s hands.
Stars undying, divine arts impervious.
Truly overbearing.
When the light of the communication stone faded, Xue Hen set it on the ground of his own accord and said, pained, "Rest easy, High God. I’ll do whatever you want.
Just spare my life—don’t kill me!
As for whether my old bastard of a master lives or dies, that’s nothing to do with me.
I’ve no feelings for him. Don’t worry I’ll seek revenge or anything."
Seeing Xue Hen’s spineless display, Zhu Xincheng felt only disgust.
She raised her hand and sealed his divine power, then gave Ye Yu a slight nod.
"He’s yours now. Do whatever you want with him.
Killing him is fine."
Ye Yu was instantly full of black lines.
Seriously, sister—your first sentence is extremely ambiguous.
"Do whatever I want"?
I don’t want to do anything!
Trash like this—just kill him and be done. No point wasting time.
Ye Yu drew out Soulcutter and swung once.
In an instant, Xue Hen’s divine soul was devoured clean.
Since the last time its spirit appeared, the artifact spirit of Soulcutter had fallen back into slumber.
Ye Yu guessed it was due to a lack of divine soul energy to feed on.
Hence, a Heavenly God Realm soul naturally had to be offered to Soulcutter.
Zhu Xincheng arched a brow.
She recognized Soulcutter at a glance, and said coolly, "Seems your relationship with that old bastard is quite good—he even gave you this."
Ye Yu chuckled lightly and said nothing.
Just then, a languid voice drifted out.
"Brother, are you still not done?
I’m still waiting for you."
The voice was so syrupy it was a crime, enough to raise gooseflesh all over.
Zhu Xincheng’s expression turned odd. "This is your childhood sweetheart? Her voice... isn’t bad."
Ye Yu said seriously, "She isn’t."
