Chapter 426: Farewell to Qiu Hu

"Which one?" Wei Yuning asked curiously.

A fellow who can be mentioned alongside the famed Yulong Mountain shouldn't be a minor figure, yet in the squad he couldn't tell who such a person was.

"Yan Mo, also called Yan Jun, has many faces, but he used a famous mask in your squad called 'Thousand Faces for a Thousand People'. From different angles the face appears new, yet everyone only remembers the first face they see! For us sapiens, everything remains as it is; you can't deceive us!" Huang Qiye said.

Wei Yuning felt a chill rise from his core and hesitantly asked, "Can you tell me who it is?"

"What you know and what I say are certainly different, so only when you meet us in person can we point it out," Huang Qiye said. "But rest assured, Yan Mo's target probably isn't you; otherwise you'd have been killed by now!"

"Why do you say that?" Wei Yuning asked in surprise.

"Yan Mo possesses a 'Book of Destiny'; knowing an enemy's exact birth hour allows one to kill them. Of course, the book only works on those below the Great Luo Golden Immortal," Huang Qiye said.

Upon hearing this, Wei Yuning relaxed. Not even he knew his own birth hour, let alone Yan Mo. The Yuanchu Realm has a standard calendar, and every recorded major, medium, and minor world can be converted to it, but the Jiuzhou Minor World is an abandoned place, cut off from the Cultivation World, its calendar unrelated. Moreover, no one would ever think he has any connection there.

But another question surfaced in his mind: "So, whenever Yan Mo appears, is he definitely there to kill?"

"Obviously. Yan Mo exists to kill, and he is exceedingly patient—there are cases of him taking centuries to kill a single person. According to your cultivators' records, Yan Mo is a uniquely special being in the Demon Realm; he is the Demon of Rules, or rather, he's not a demon lord at all, just a cultivator practicing a special technique. Yet he couldn't find a place in the Bright Realm, so he joined the Dark Clan," Huang Qiye said.

Hearing this, Wei Yuning recalled Jun Mo, another invulnerable demon lord; only by reaching the level of Great Luo Golden Immortal and breaking free from the Yuanchu Realm's shackles can one truly escape the influence of the Demon of Rules.

"Your target is too obvious. Can Xiao Jiu also identify Yan Mo?" Though Wei Yuning wasn't worried about Yan Mo, he didn't want a ticking time bomb nearby.

"Sure!" Huang Qiye replied.

"Alright, you enter my space first; when the time is right I'll let you out to recognize people," Wei Yuning said.

He gathered a group of puppet people into his Life‑Space Ring, activated rocket movement, descended from the sky, and returned to Gem Lake.

Now Wei Yuning saw Yan Mo in everyone; to avoid startling the snake, he didn't release Xiao Jiu immediately, but returned to the house to visit junior sister Thus line: Ye Ying.

The nearer he got to the house, the faster his heart raced; once he stepped through the doorway, it suddenly steadied.

The water‑screen formation still ran, emitting a faint "whala‑la" sound of flowing water.

Outside the weather was scorching, but upon entering the courtyard, he instantly felt the coolness of water.

The main gate was half ajar, and faint voices drifted from inside.

He gently approached, pushed open the main door leading to the living room, and immediately saw the interior scene.

Qiu Hu, Thus line: Ye Ying, Zhi Hua, Luo Yi, Ao Zhi and Ao Xing, six female cultivators, were seated around the Dripping Lotus, sipping tea and chatting softly.

Smelling the aroma, it was clear Thus line: Ye Ying had taken out the spirit tea that Uncle Hong Le had left for him.

After years apart, Qiu Hu remained picture‑perfect beautiful.

She sat there relaxed, her face turned toward the main gate, a faint smile on her lips, her long dark brows still as tranquil and mysterious as distant mountains.

"Senior brother, you're finally back!" Thus line: Ye Ying shouted upon seeing Wei Yuning.

"Of course I came back; if I hadn't, my spirit tea would be gone! Thus line: Ye Ying junior sister, I told you, reminded you long ago, that you shouldn't serve spirit tea to non‑guests. How could you forget?" Wei Yuning put on a mournful expression and pointed.

"How can we not be honored guests? Wei Pianjiang, I'm telling you, you have leverage in my hands. If General Wan learns you deceived him, when you transcend the tribulation to the Immortal Realm, you won't get any good fruit!" Hearing this, Zhi Hua immediately threatened.

"My grandfather is the supreme lute master beside the Heavenly Emperor in the Immortal Realm; if you dare speak like that again, he'll strike a note that can split your spirit and flesh!" Luo Yi also invoked her powerful backing.

Among the Five Emperors of the Immortal Realm, the Heavenly Emperor holds the highest position.

"Alright, alright, I get it, you are honored guests, all of you are honored guests, haha!" Wei Yuning quickly apologized.

He never imagined Luo Yi had such a senior relative!

"So you mean we're not honored guests?" Qiu Hu lifted her attractive eyebrows and hummed.

"Oh dear, I hadn't noticed; so it's Miss Qin who arrived. What kind of honored guest are you? Determining who is an honored guest isn't your business!" Wei Yuning said exaggeratedly.

Qiu Hu's complexion changed, her eyebrows almost standing up.

Startled, Wei Yuning hurriedly said, "Just because of our relationship, how can you call us honored guests? We're clearly family, hahaha!" By the end, sweating coldly, he forced a thin smile.

Luo Yi and the others covered their mouths and laughed together.

Qiu Hu wrinkled her nose, her expression turning overcast, and hummed again, "I'll forgive you for being sensible! You came all this way, yet vanished without a trace—how infuriating!"

"Thank you, Senior Sister Qiu Hu, for your generosity. So, is the spirit tea tasty?" Wei Yuning asked attentively.

"It's okay, just enough to drink!" Qiu Hu said nonchalantly.

"Exactly! The tea you drink is the one Uncle Hong Le sells; even if it's good, it's not that great. I also have a secret spirit tea Uncle Hong Le gave me, called 'Azure Sea Clear Sky'. Drinking it by Gem Lake is perfect! Today family visits, we're also fortunate, can sip a bit!" Wei Yuning said while pulling out a palm‑sized jade bottle; its stopper was golden, the hallmark of his treasured collection.

Zhi Hua and the others rolled their eyes in unison, yet showed curiosity; the spirit tea in their hands was already delicious—could there be an even better flavor?

After arranging the tea set, Wei Yuning dropped a pea‑sized, dark‑greenish black object into each cup, then capped the jade bottle and tucked it into his chest.

"How stingy, only one tea leaf!" Zhi Hua complained.

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