Chapter 378
**Chapter 416: The Return of Master Qin in the Heavenly Phoenix Domain**
The figure of the young man vanished, and soon more people, like sharks sensing blood, rushed forward to seize the divine artifact. Elder Zeng's expression froze, his hand gripping the sword trembling.
“Li Mo!!”
The three heroes of Hengyun shared the same disbelief.
The youngest among their peers, who had risen the fastest, the valiant young hero Li Mo, who had returned unscathed from the midst of countless troops in the Southern Frontier—had he really died just like that?
For others, it might seem normal.
After all, life is unpredictable, and one can never be too careful.
But he was the one destined to possibly top the Qianlong List, the God Hammer Little Overlord.
“It’s over.”
“What do you mean, it’s over?”
“The Huamo Sect is finished.” Bai Jinghong shivered.
Wu Chushu and Cao Mu exchanged glances, suddenly recalling the cold, ethereal expression of a certain icy fairy, and they couldn’t help but shudder.
Could Miss Ying be turning dark?
Well, it seemed someone else was already on that path.
“Master, Uncle? You…”
“Li Shaoxia is dead. I have no heart to discern right from wrong anymore.”
Elder Zeng removed his black hood and threw it to the ground with a thud, turning back with a heavy heart.
“We must find his body. We need to bring him back to Qingyuan Sect and give the elders an explanation.”
“Let’s go help!”
Moments later, as many rushed to fight over that seemingly ordinary pearl, Elder Zeng, a strong figure in the Fifth Realm, finally managed to retrieve Li Shaoxia’s ‘remains.’
“Damn it, all that’s left of Brother Li is a single hair!”
Looking at the strand in Elder Zeng’s palm, Bai Jinghong was filled with rage, clenching his fist and striking a nearby rock.
“Let’s head to Qingyuan Sect. Sigh!”
Elder Zeng tucked the hair away, letting out a heavy sigh as he prepared to comfort the deceased’s family.
**Autumn Water Pavilion.**
The aroma of hot pot wafted through the air above the Autumn Water Pavilion. After the thrilling escapade in the underground tomb, they were finally enjoying hot pot and singing.
If only the tomb’s master could join them at the same table, the scene would be incredibly warm and harmonious.
“It’s all over, completely over.”
Qin Yuzhi, emotionless, dipped lamb slices into the pot, murmuring to herself, her gaze distant.
Li Mo didn’t know what to say.
Her career was gone, and everyone she knew had drifted away.
It felt like the melancholy of middle age, where everything comes to a halt, and tears flow before words can be spoken.
“Um, actually, looking at it from another angle, it’s not necessarily a bad thing. At least you’re still here, able to eat and drink.”
“You can always start anew. What are your plans now?”
“I don’t know.”
Qin Yuzhi shook her head, chewing on the spicy, fragrant lamb, her wounded heart seemingly finding some solace.
“Interested in re-employment?”
Li Mo glanced at her cheek, a glimmer of joy flickering in his eyes as he asked earnestly.
Alright, young Li actually had ulterior motives.
He remembered every word the Yundream Immortal had said, and no matter how he looked at it, it was more than just a simple curse.
The Ice Block might very well face a situation similar to Qin Yuzhi’s in the future.
Li Mo had witnessed the terror of the Yundream Immortal.
Once, the half-step Celestial Master of the Huanshen Sect could only seal himself in slumber to prevent awakening, and even then, he had failed. If it weren’t for their cleverness, the enemy would have returned by now.
And that enemy spoke of the Nine-Colored Yuan Phoenix, the pinnacle of the Nine Heavens.
That would be even more troublesome!
Perhaps one day, its consciousness could awaken within the Ice Block.
Even with his connections, Li Mo didn’t know how to handle such a situation.
Though Qin Yuzhi seemed unreliable, she was currently the only known survivor who had gone through this ordeal and remained intact. At the very least, she was a master of the Dream Path.
“How do you mean, re-employment?” Qin Yuzhi asked.
“Cough, for example, joining my Wanxiang Limited Immortal Sect!”
“Immortal Sect?”
Qin Yuzhi blinked, it sounded quite grand.
Immortal Sect!
The Huanshen Sect was truly founded by real immortals and wouldn’t dare take such a name, unable to bear the consequences.
“But I’ve never heard of it…”
“That’s normal. When the Wanxiang Immortal Sect was established, you were still asleep.”
Li Mo picked up his teacup and took a sip, clearing his throat.
“Our sect’s current operations are mainly in the Southern Frontier, and we’ve reached a strategic partnership with the Huamo Sect.”
“Hmm?”
Qin Yuzhi was taken aback.
She recognized the words, but couldn’t connect them together.
Tian Miao looked on with curiosity.
Ying Bing watched the earnest young Li with a hint of helplessness at the corner of her mouth.
Here he goes again.
“You’re saying the Wanxiang Immortal Sect is here?” Qin Yuzhi asked, looking around, but this place didn’t seem to have the aura of an Immortal Sect.
“Of course not. This is Qingyuan Sect.”
“Qingyuan is actually the royal tomb?”
Hearing the familiar name, Qin Yuzhi nodded.
“Before joining the Wanxiang Immortal Sect, you need to stay at the Autumn Water Pavilion and report to the elders of Qingyuan Sect.”
“Huh?”
Qin Yuzhi tapped the back of her head.
Is finding a job—no, joining a faction—really this complicated?
Master Qin was almost dizzy, completely lost.
“I’m done eating. I’m going to rest for a bit.”
Ying Bing set down her bowl and chopsticks and stood up.
“Call me if you need help sleeping.”
**In the second-floor room of Autumn Water Pavilion, outside the window, the snow-capped mountains loomed.**
The frost and snow covering the mountains were indeed beautiful, but they paled in comparison to the girl’s visage.
Ying Bing sat quietly at the edge of the bed, listening to the boy’s incessant chatter outside, her eyes closed, lightly biting her lip.
Could she become someone else entirely?
Someone unrecognizable, who could no longer remember him, returning to the form she had in the Gui Palace.
Her slender, delicate fingers unconsciously tightened around the pure black skirt.
“No, I won’t.”
“In this world, I possess an extraordinary ‘system.’ There’s always a solution to every problem.”
Thoughts surged, and suddenly, Ying Bing felt a wave of anxiety wash over her, as if her heart was being gripped by an invisible hand, making it hard to breathe.
In the depths of her consciousness, it felt like someone was calling out to her, waiting for her…
The Heavenly Phoenix Domain!
It was the Heavenly Phoenix Domain!
Divine light surged, illuminating Ying Bing’s exquisite features, her eyes reflecting a fragment of the divine light from the Heavenly Phoenix Domain.
And within it, the figure appeared.
Who?!
Moreover, she could feel it.
Its gaze was fixed upon her.
**Chapter 417: The New Ranking of Ying Huang Begins**
Even amidst the boundless mysteries of the Heavenly Phoenix Domain, its figure remained a glaring presence.
Ying Bing now felt as if the power of the Taiyin within her was erupting for the first time.
That endless chill seemed to surge from the depths of her soul, spreading throughout her body, rendering her unable to move even a finger.
It felt as if she were in a cold abyss, endlessly plummeting downwards.
And she felt like a mere observer of herself, powerless to act.
“You’ve come.”
Was that the wind carrying that voice?
It was exactly the same as the one she had heard in the underground palace.
So.
The one calling her in the Yundream Palace was not the Yundream Ancestor God at all.
It was Him!
As this thought arose, Ying Bing felt her consciousness plunge into chaos.
Buzz—
Buzz—
It was as if the heart of the universe was beating, and that calling voice suddenly became deafening, as if it were trying to convey something to her.
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