Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

By the time they emerged from the tomb, it was already noon. Everyone was physically and mentally exhausted, so they all returned to rest.

Wen Qingye and Fang Yu also returned to their own rooms.

Fang Yu looked at Wen Qingye, saying with some reluctance, "Brother Wen, I think it’s time for me to go. My fellow disciples are waiting for me to regroup with them."

"It’s alright. All good things must come to an end. I’m sure we’ll meet again soon," Wen Qingye said with a slight smile.

Hearing Wen Qingye’s words, Fang Yu’s face lit up with a smile. "Alright! I’ll be waiting for you in the Glazed Ancient Country."

Fang Yu then packed his things and chattered for a while longer before finally departing, still full of reluctance.

Not long after Fang Yu left, Liu Xuan arrived, looking somewhat flustered.

Wen Qingye looked at Liu Xuan, finding her behavior a bit strange. "Eldest Princess, you seem to be in quite a hurry. Is something the matter?"

"Where’s Fang Yu? That Fang Yu?" Liu Xuan scanned the room and, not seeing him, asked urgently.

"He left. Not long ago. He’s heading to the Great Wilderness Ancient Country," Wen Qingye said.

"What? He left?" Liu Xuan said, full of regret.

Wen Qingye asked, a little confused, "Why? Did you need him for something?"

"Fang Yu is a genius ranked seventy-seventh on the Cyan Cloud List! A peerless prodigy who could enter a meditative state for three double-hours in the Eight Trigrams Array!" Liu Xuan flopped into a chair, speaking with exasperation.

"Seventy-seventh on the Cyan Cloud List?" Wen Qingye couldn’t help but recall the teary-eyed young man from just a moment ago and chuckled. ’He’s quite interesting.’

Liu Xuan waved her hand dismissively, then looked at Wen Qingye and said, "Ah, forget it. He’s gone, he’s gone. By the way, there’s a banquet tonight."

Wen Qingye shook his head. "I won’t be going. I’ll be leaving soon as well."

"Alright then. But don’t forget what you promised me." A cunning glint flashed in Liu Xuan’s eyes as she chuckled. She had a feeling that making Wen Qingye owe her a favor would definitely be useful in the future.

The corner of Wen Qingye’s mouth curved up, and he smiled as well. "Mm, I won’t forget."

"Let’s strike palms to seal the promise!"

"Alright."

The two extended their hands and clapped them together.

......

After leaving Liz City in the Jinfeng Ancient Country, Wen Qingye traveled straight toward the Glazed Ancient Country.

A month passed in the blink of an eye. Although Wen Qingye’s cultivation hadn’t broken through to the next realm, it had improved tremendously. After all, with the Blood Profound Turtle’s Profound Pearl in hand, his cultivation progressed at an extremely fast rate.

On this day, Wen Qingye arrived in the Qinglan Ancient Country. The Qinglan Ancient Country was exceptionally powerful, one of the few among the Seven Great Ancient Countries not under the jurisdiction of a Sect. The Great Zhou Imperial Dynasty was one such power, as was the Glazed Ancient Country. These Ancient Countries were so formidable that even some Sects wouldn’t dare to offend them lightly.

Majestic high walls stretched for hundreds of zhang, and even the soldiers guarding the gates were experts at the Peak of Refining Spirit.

The Qinglan Ancient Country was famous for being martial and warlike. It was also the homeland of Zhou Yue, whose identity was far from simple—she was a member of the Zhou Family of the Qinglan Ancient Country.

The Zhou Family was considered a mid-tier family in the Imperial City, neither particularly strong nor weak.

Wen Qingye focused his Heart Spirit on his Sumeru Mustard Seed, his brow furrowed. ’This won’t do. To preserve the Coffin Fungus, I need a special bottle—a Soul-Sealing Bottle. I have to find the materials for it as soon as possible.’

The Ice Python’s voice echoed in Wen Qingye’s Sea of Consciousness. ’Then let’s stay in the Qinglan Ancient Country for a few days. On our journey here, even Liz City in the Jinfeng Ancient Country couldn’t compare to the prosperity of this Imperial City. We might as well take a look around.’

Wen Qingye nodded and smiled. "Alright. We aren’t too far from the Glazed Ancient Country, so stopping here for a few days is fine. Besides, I happen to have three Emperor-Grade Martial Arts manuals that I can get rid of."

The value of a single Emperor-Grade Martial Arts manual was astronomical. Wen Qingye had three of them. He could probably trade for a completed Soul-Sealing Bottle, let alone the materials to make one.

Wen Qingye strolled into the Imperial City of the Qinglan Ancient Country. The streets were bustling with people, yet everything was neat and orderly. The cultivation of some of the Martial Artists was incredibly high; a few auras even swept past that made Wen Qingye’s Heart Spirit shudder.

’As expected of a country independent of any Sect. It’s truly filled with masters,’ Wen Qingye thought to himself.

"SOB SOB SOB!"

Just then, the sound of weeping came from a distance, startling those who heard it. Wen Qingye followed the sound with his eyes and saw a beautiful woman standing on the roof of a pavilion. She held a sword to her neck, her face stained with tears, looking utterly grief-stricken.

"Qing’Er, get down from there! What are you doing?" a middle-aged man below the pavilion shouted, waving his arms.

Hearing the middle-aged man’s words, the woman became even more agitated. "Don’t come any closer! If you do, I’ll kill myself right here and now!"

"Alright, alright! My dear daughter, my dear daughter, I won’t move! Just come down first. Come down, and we can talk things through," the middle-aged man said hastily.

"That’s right, cousin! Whatever is bothering you, you can tell us after you come down!"

"Exactly! Qing’Er, you’re still so young and as beautiful as a flower. Why are you seeking death?"

"Well said! Hurry and come down, Qing’Er! We’re all waiting for you."

The surrounding people also chimed in to comfort the woman, hoping she would come down quickly. It was clear they were all members of her family.

Tears in her eyes, the woman looked at the middle-aged man and sobbed, "You have to promise me. If you promise me, I’ll come down."

At this, the middle-aged man became extremely emotional as well, roaring back, "Impossible! I will absolutely not marry you off to that Flower Thief, Sima Feng! Absolutely not! Don’t even think about it!"

From just those few words, the crowd seemed to understand the cause of the commotion.

"So that’s what this is about. I can’t believe Sima Feng has ruined another respectable young woman."

"What a pity, what a pity. To think she ran into Sima Feng."

"I really don’t know what kind of sweet nothings Sima Feng uses to make so many women willing to fall for him."

"The jade-faced guest in black, the Flower Thief Sima Feng... His reputation is well-deserved. I never thought he’d wander all the way to our Qinglan Ancient Country."

.......

’A flower thief?’ Wen Qingye understood now. ’That Flower Thief must have stolen the woman’s heart as well. Otherwise, things wouldn’t have escalated to this point.’

"As long as you refuse to promise, I will not come down," the woman said, biting her lip and looking stubbornly at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man snorted heavily. "Hmph! Then stay up there! I’ll just pretend I never had a daughter like you! You want me to agree to you marrying that Flower Thief? I wouldn’t agree even if I were dead!"

"Fine! If you won’t agree, you won’t agree! Then I’ll die for you to see!" A look of determination appeared in the woman’s eyes as she tightened her grip on her sword.

"Wh-what is this?"

Wen Qingye’s eyes narrowed. Just as he was about to act, something suddenly began to fall from the sky. The crowd looked up closely and saw that it was pear blossoms, drifting slowly through the air.

"Pear Blossom Rain! It’s Sima Feng!"

Someone in the crowd yelled, and after that one shout, the scene exploded like a pot boiling over. The crowd began to buzz with excitement.

"Feng!" The woman’s eyes suddenly filled with infinite tenderness as she gazed lovingly at a black figure approaching from the distance.

The black figure seemed to ride the wind, stepping on one pear blossom after another. His face was as fair as if powdered, handsome as jade, with red lips and white teeth. His demeanor was elegant, and a roguish smile played on his lips.

He extended a finger, and a streak of black light shot out, as fast as lightning.

CLANG!

The woman felt a tremor run through her sword’s body. She stumbled back three steps, and the weapon fell from her grasp.

Sima Feng strode through the air, looking at the woman and saying seriously, "I’ve told you before, there’s no need to wait for me. In this vast, dusty world, if we are lost, then we are lost. If we are fated to meet again, then we shall."