Over the past few weeks, Fu Wangdai had scoured the entire Western Frontier for any trace of Ye Yu but to no avail.
Still, she didn’t falter.
She firmly believed it hadn’t been a mere dream—Ye Yu was real.
If Ye Yu wasn’t in the Western Frontier, she would search other continents.
Even if it meant turning the world upside down, Fu Wangdai was determined to find him.
Because Ye Yu was her sole reason for living.
Her first stop was the Northern Wasteland Continent,
where she began inquiring everywhere about Ye Yu’s whereabouts.
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It was there that she heard the news—
the Dayong Dynasty had undergone a major change,
and the name of the new emperor was Ye Yu.
Hearing this, Fu Wangdai was overjoyed.
Without hesitation, she made her way to the palace as quickly as possible.
However, upon entering the grand hall,
she was greeted by the sight of three stunningly beautiful women.
Fu Wangdai’s sixth sense immediately flared, an inexplicable sense of danger washing over her.
Though she couldn’t pinpoint the source of this feeling,
her priority remained the same: finding her husband, Ye Yu.
Seeing that the three women hadn’t spoken right away,
Fu Wangdai asked again, her tone colder this time.
“Where is Ye Yu? Tell me!”
Her voice now carried a distinct edge.
As the most powerful demon lord of the Western Frontier and the master of the Five Blossoms Prison Sect,
Fu Wangdai was someone who longed for a peaceful life.
But that didn’t mean she had a good temper—especially when it came to matters involving Ye Yu.
Anyone who dared hinder her would be sent to their grave.
Bai Miao Leng turned slowly, sizing up Fu Wangdai from head to toe.
“And who might you be?
“What business do you have with Ye Yu?”
Fu Wangdai met Bai Miao Leng’s gaze and replied,
“He is my husband.
“Now tell me where he is.”
Her words were deliberate and firm.
Huangfu Baizhi and Liangyu raised their eyebrows slightly.
Another one?
Judging by her urgency, it seemed she was here for the same reason as they were,
perhaps also hailing from a parallel world.
They recognized that initial panic and eagerness—they had experienced it themselves when they first sought Ye Yu.
Huangfu Baizhi, always quick to adapt, found it unsurprising.
In her eyes, it was only natural for an emperor to have many consorts.
If she weren’t so open-minded,
she wouldn’t have so readily accepted Liangyu’s presence.
So, she immediately said,
“Fellow Daoist, we are also Ye Yu’s Dao companions.
“Come, join us!”
Fu Wangdai froze in place.
"We?" "Also?"
When had her husband acquired other Dao companions?
Why had she never known about this?
She stared at Bai Miao Leng, Huangfu Baizhi, and Liangyu in disbelief.
“You three are all Dao companions of my husband?”
Liangyu was about to clarify that Bai Miao Leng might be an enemy rather than an ally when Bai Miao Leng suddenly smiled—a chillingly captivating smile.
“That’s right. We’re all Ye Yu’s Dao companions.
“But I had no idea our husband had found so many Dao companions over the years.
“It seems he’s kept himself busy during this long time apart.”
Huangfu Baizhi and Liangyu were taken aback.
What?
Bai Miao Leng was also Ye Yu’s Dao companion?
But what about her earlier killing intent?
As Huangfu Baizhi and Liangyu tried to discern the truth behind Bai Miao Leng’s words,
her pupils began to change color,
and a terrifying pressure emanated from her.
Being the closest to Bai Miao Leng, Fu Wangdai could feel the suffocating weight of her aura,
as if she were standing before a supreme sovereign capable of deciding life and death at will.
The sensation only grew more intense,
forcing Fu Wangdai to muster her spiritual energy in an attempt to resist.
But as Bai Miao Leng cast a fleeting glance her way,
that single look sent a bone-deep chill coursing through Fu Wangdai’s entire body.
Meanwhile, Ye Yu was speeding toward the Hall of Ten Thousand Souls after leaving Qingyun Sect.
His divine sense, fully extended at the peak of the Tribulation Stage, swept across the area as he searched for any unusual occurrences.
After two hours, his patience paid off.
Three thousand miles from the Hall of Ten Thousand Souls,
Ye Yu sensed an intense spiritual energy fluctuation emanating from a nearby mountain range.
Turning his head, he saw several streaks of light approaching at high speed.
At the forefront of the group was none other than the person he was searching for—Zhu Diezhen.
Ye Yu immediately moved to intercept her.
Before he could speak, Zhu Diezhen turned sharply and continued flying, taking Ye Yu along with her.
This left Ye Yu puzzled.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
Zhu Diezhen sighed and began recounting the events of the past few days.
After the spirit sword had been successfully forged,
she had intended to deliver it to Ye Yu personally.
But shortly after leaving the Hall of Ten Thousand Souls,
she encountered three powerful cultivators—one at the late Tribulation Stage and two at the early Tribulation Stage.
Drawn by the anomaly of the spirit artifact’s creation,
they had intercepted Zhu Diezhen upon sensing the lingering sword intent emanating from her.
Demanding to know the whereabouts of the high-grade spirit artifact,
the three cultivators refused to let her go.
One of them, named Ye Xiujin, even threatened her outright,
stating that if she didn’t comply, they wouldn’t show mercy.
This provoked Zhu Diezhen’s ire.
As the master of the Hall of Ten Thousand Souls and a demon lord renowned across the Central Continent,
she had always been the one to show no mercy to others.
Since when had she been the one threatened near her own domain?
Enraged, Zhu Diezhen had retaliated, intending to teach Ye Xiujin a lesson.
However, she was quickly stopped by the late Tribulation Stage cultivator,
who introduced himself as Ye Xiujié, the direct heir of the Ye family of the Forbidden Yin River.
He claimed to admire Zhu Diezhen’s fiery personality and proposed taking her as his Dao companion if she handed over the artifact.
This declaration infuriated Zhu Diezhen further.
Though she knew she couldn’t defeat Ye Xiujié,
she decided to fight to the death, unsheathing the spirit sword to cut them down.
To her dismay, Ye Xiujié’s strength far exceeded her expectations.
The techniques he used were unprecedented and overwhelming,
forcing Zhu Diezhen to flee.
Ye Xiujié and the other two cultivators pursued her relentlessly.
As she fled, Zhu Diezhen finally recalled the Ye family’s notorious reputation.
Once the premier cultivation family of the Central Continent,
even in their seclusion, their resources and power were unimaginable.
Alarmed, Zhu Diezhen had no choice but to keep running.
And yet, after days of pursuit,
she had unexpectedly encountered Ye Yu.
Unwilling to stop, she had taken him along.
After hearing her explanation, Ye Yu abruptly stopped in mid-air.
"That's it? And you're running?"
Zhu Diezhen looked at him, confused.
“Husband, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Just irritated.
“They dare chase you?
“Let me deal with them!”
Ye Yu’s expression turned icy as he stepped forward,
standing still as he watched the three approaching streaks of light.