Published: February 25, 2025
Tan Yun held Shen Subing in his embrace, cherishing the moment for a while. After a brief pause, he told her that it was time for him to leave and that she should come back to see him in a year.
Shen Subing naturally understood that Tan Yun was heading to the distant divine soul celestial palace to deliver the revitalizing heart elixir to Nangong Yuqin.
Reluctantly, she embraced him tighter, feeling a mix of emotions as she prepared to let him go. The thought of their separation weighed heavily on her heart.
Tan Yun was determined to first return the ninety million Supreme Spirit Stones borrowed from Dantai Zhongde...
At the hour of the rat, the moonlight grew even thicker.
Inside a palace filled with an ancient aura, Gongsun Yangchun, the chief of the Holy Gate Danmai, was trembling and kneeling before a blue-robed elder. “I caused the master to lose four hundred billion Supreme Spirit Stones. My sins are unforgivable; please punish me, master.”
The blue-robed elder was about eighty years old, yet his spirit was vigorous. He was the current elder supreme of the Golden Clan: Jin Xianghai!
“Get up. Today, this master informed the clan leader about Tan Yun's qualifications and talents.” As Jin Xianghai mentioned Tan Yun, his face revealed deep admiration, unequivocally stating, “Upon hearing about Tan Yun's qualifications, the clan leader was awestruck and developed a keen interest in him.”
“The clan leader said that the loss of four hundred billion Supreme Spirit Stones can be overlooked, but you must do one thing!”
Gongsun Yangchun excitedly did not get up, “Elder Supreme, please speak!”
“The clan leader has decreed that from now on, you not only cannot kill Tan Yun, but you must also pull him into our camp!”
“Remember, at all costs! If you fail in this matter, I fear I won't be able to protect you either!”
...
At the same time.
In the ethereal and dreamlike Purple Bamboo Forest, the bald old man, Xie Juechen, the chief of the Holy Gate Artifact Lineage, was kneeling in terror before a masked woman in a green dress.
“Miss... spare my life...” Xie Juechen knocked his head repeatedly, trembling as he said, “Miss, I beg you, considering how I have served the family head all these years, please spare this dog's life... I implore you...”
The masked woman looked down at Xie Juechen, her eyes cold as frost, radiating undisguised killing intent. “What did you promise me before?”
“You told me that Tan Yun is destined to die and I could bet three hundred billion Supreme Spirit Stones, which would return nine hundred billion with principal and interest. But what was the outcome?”
“You caused me to act on my own and hand over three hundred billion Supreme Spirit Stones. Now it's all lost, and the additional one hundred billion sent by the steward was lost too!”
“Do you know how crucial four hundred billion Supreme Spirit Stones are for our revival?”
“In at most twenty years, my father will emerge from seclusion. How am I supposed to explain this to him?”
“Buzz!”
The green-dressed girl flipped her right hand, and a crystal-clear Flying Sword appeared out of thin air, ready to strike down at Xie Juechen!
“Miss, please wait!” Just then, a hoarse voice resonated as a hunched figure of a ninety-year-old elder appeared before Xie Juechen.
Seeing the elder, Xie Juechen felt he had grasped the last straw of hope. He clung to the gray-robed elder's leg and pleaded, “Steward, I grew up under your watch. Please help me plead with the miss!”
The gray-robed elder was named Zhongli Bo. He had once been a servant of the Zhongli Family among the Ancient Six Clans, later being included in the family tree as the current steward of the Zhongli Family.
Another identity he held was being one of the current ancestors of the Artifact Lineage!
“Um.” After nodding, Zhongli Bo bowed to the woman in the green dress, “Miss, please calm your anger. The loss of Spirit Stones today is not the fault of Xiaochenzi.”
“Why would you say that, Uncle Bo?” The woman in the green dress showed a hint of surprise in her cold eyes.