Chapter 165: Girlfriend Blocks the Door

Not long after, Yuan left.

Although the situation had temporarily stabilized, there were still many tasks awaiting him from the True Dao Alliance.

Xu Xing sat alone.

The tea before him had grown slightly cold; he turned his head to look out the window.

Night had fallen, lights glittered brilliantly, yet faint stars stubbornly pierced through the city's light barrier, shimmering in the night sky.

His gaze pierced through the Speaker's Tower and saw the lowest chamber.

According to a small portion of the data Yuan had brought.

Xu Xing directly penetrated the crystal's barrier without triggering its defenses, seeing the strange purple mist and the pulsating massive flesh mountain within the Secret Realm.

At the very center of the tiny space, as refined and sacred as an immortal's blessed land.

Inside the elegant waterside pavilion, a slender figure sat with closed eyes, utterly unaware.

"So that's how it is…"

No wonder the ancients were so fearless.

…

…

The next morning.

The entire underwater city of the Supreme Council still lingered in the news of Yuan's return.

Pedestrians on the streets, massive Xuan Light mirrors hanging on skyscrapers—all were discussing it.

Within a single night, the news had spread beyond the city; it was said many Huanhuan Sect charm cultivators had submitted visitation applications.

But all were rejected.

And the reasons for rejection were entirely valid.

With the return of the founding Speaker Yuan, many would inevitably come seeking him.

But with the Supreme Council's session imminent, the True Dao Alliance must consider the social stability of the entire underwater city, so all visitation applications are temporarily denied.

Of course, rumors on the Spirit Net claimed it was because Huanhuan Sect's pleasure cultivators had harassed the juniors of True Dao Alliance councilors, and the Alliance feared further disturbances, hence this decision.

At this moment, in the grand hall.

In the bedroom, Yuan stood by the window, as if lost in thought.

Even now, as merely a soul-body, he had no need for sleep to replenish energy—let alone his true body; he merely still kept the habit.

He did not stand long, turning to leave the room.

Liu Yu had already waited at the door; as a Union with the Dao Realm councilor, he now acted like a personal attendant.

Yet he felt no resentment—on the contrary, he was quite pleased.

"Good morning, founding Speaker."

He held his blade, standing rigidly straight.

At Yuan's request, he had removed the words "my lord" from his address.

"Ah, Little Demon, good morning."

Liu Yu: "..."

He took a deep breath, about to explain he was no "Little Demon," when sudden commotion came from outside.

"My Lord Mingyu?!"

"My Lord Mingyu, you've returned?!"

"Please wait a moment—I'll go announce you!"

Last night, the True Dao Alliance assigned two guards to Yuan—those same two who had guarded the underground chamber.

Merely for show, and also to ease the awkwardness of having looted Yuan's underground chamber.

"My Lord Mingyu! My Lord Mingyu—!"

It seemed someone was trying to force their way in.

"Move aside!"

The voice from outside made Yuan's expression change; he instinctively turned to retreat inward.

But the person moved swiftly, already entering the grand hall.

"Yuan!"

That cry froze Yuan's movement. Before he could turn, the person was behind him, one hand pressing on his shoulder.

A long, slender palm possessed boundless strength, forcibly twisting Yuan around.

The visitor had neat, short hair, a beautiful face, still clad in battle armor, its silver surface marked with light and deep scars—the lingering traces of war.

"..." Yuan could only smile awkwardly, "Mingyu, why have you returned?"

The visitor was Mingyu, the former head of Tingyu Tower, familiar to Yuan.

Her eyes were slightly red: "If not for Elder Gu's notification, would you have kept hiding this from me forever?!"

(grass container grass)!

So it was Elder Gu who notified her.

Nearby, Liu Yu sensed the tension: "Founding Speaker, My Lord Mingyu, I'll take my leave!"

He hurried out—suddenly, only Yuan and Mingyu remained.

"I didn't tell you because..."

A flash of light surged from Yuan; Mingyu felt her hand go empty.

She saw Yuan had transformed into a phantom soul-body, a pale jade pendant hovering quietly in midair.

"The truth is, I haven't truly returned—this is merely a fragment of my spirit I left behind when I departed."

Looking at the illusory soul-body before her, Ming Yu froze in surprise.

The Yuan before her… was merely a fragment of divine soul? Yuan looked at her, preparing to explain that he had come to assist his fellow townsman in resolving the Alliance's "Broken Heart-Qi" crisis.

Then Ming Yu spoke, her voice tinged with sorrow: "You left behind this fragment of divine soul—for her, didn't you?"

Though Ming Yu did not explicitly name who "she" was, Yuan immediately knew whom she meant.

"No, this was left for me." A voice suddenly came from beside them.

Both paused, then turned toward the sound.

Two figures appeared as if emerging from thin air, standing not far away.

It was Xu Xing and Xiang Yuanjun! Ming Yu froze—she had been about to ask who they were, but after a closer look…

"Are you… the Master Jianzu and Xiang Yuanjun?"

Xu Xing was startled: "You know me?"

Xiang Yuanjun traveled widely; it was natural someone recognized her. But he was different.

"My grandfather was once saved by the Master Jianzu. Afterward, my grandfather and I traveled to the Sword Sect and were fortunate enough to catch a distant glimpse of the Master Jianzu."

"I see."

At that moment, Yuan was frantically signaling to him, silently asking what he was doing here.

What was he doing here? Xu Xing smiled faintly.

He was here to watch the spectacle—and to arrange a few things.

…………

Western Star Region, Chi Yu Star System, Chifeng No. 47 Star System.

About half an hour after Chi Jiu Yu uploaded the mission data, on the fifth planet.

The clashing of metal echoed continuously.

Suddenly, Huang Qi, gripping his black-flame great axe with both hands, felt a surge within him and swung the axe downward.

Ding! The ice-crystal longsword struck the axe's left edge; black flames surged, leaving a faint mark, but Zhang Yunlu herself was blasted back several meters by the axe's overwhelming force.

After waiting so long… finally…

The opportunity had arrived!

Huang Qi turned to Zhang Yunlu and ceased holding back. The divine flame mark on his brow blazed brighter; crimson-gold patterns emerged across his face.

Boom! Black flames erupted, engulfing him entirely; crimson-gold flames intertwined, twined, and danced with the black fire.

His once琉璃-like multicolored eyes were now entirely covered by pure, untainted Jin Guang; a divine halo of crimson-gold flame rose behind his head.

Zhang Yunlu stared fixedly at the terrifyingly powerful figure; most of her facial skin had carbonized, making her appear grotesque, like a demon.

Her true qi, physical strength, and even her divine soul had all surged to an unimaginable level.

Yet this brought her no sense of safety—her inner warning grew ever more intense.

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