Chapter 267

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Protagonist:

Xuan Ge

When Bronya walked out of the Shen Wu Huang Gong, her steps were still floating.

Her mind kept turning over Xuan Huang's final words, and the residual heat of that hand he had patted on her shoulder.

She passed through the palace front plaza in a daze, only recovering when she saw her mother's figure.

"Bronya, how did it go?"

Kokolia supported her to sit down on a long bench to the side.

"Xuan Huang said... to have Belobog produce more..."

Bronya lowered her head, her hand unconsciously tugging at the black stockings on her thigh; the silk fabric stretched taut and snapped back.

"So it's this. Looks like Xuan Huang likes it."

Kokolia followed her movement with a glance and smiled.

There were not few categories of trade between Belobog and Shen Wu, but the one with the most stable revenue curve had always been the silk stockings produced by Belobog.

"Mhm~~, His Majesty also said he wants to come to Ya Li Luo to take a look."

Bronya raised her eyes, voice lowered, "His Majesty used—'Zhen'."

It's settled!

This is a golden decree!

Kokolia didn't say anything more, merely the smile on her face deepened a layer.

She had already rapidly run through the list of officials staying behind in Ya Li Luo in her mind, calculating that she must immediately notify that side to start preparations upon returning.

Inside the Shen Wu Huang Gong.

Yin Lang circled Xuan Ge once, leaned in close to carefully scrutinize his collar and shoulders, as if collecting criminal evidence.

"What are you looking at?" Xuan Ge rearranged the collar Ting Yun had rubbed askew without changing expression.

"Nothing. Just didn't expect you want to be King Zhou."

Yin Lang confirmed—there wasn't a single fox hair on Xuan Ge, but Ting Yun's bodily fragrance had already permeated him.

"What do you know."

Xuan Ge raised a hand and rubbed her head, then his palm slid to her back, lightly pushing her toward a seat to the side.

"Alright, sit down and talk serious business. What do you two want with me? If you don't give a reason, I'll issue an edict making you plead guilty."

He picked up the teapot and poured three cups of tea, distributing one to each person.

Yin Lang didn't beat around the bush either: "Ren Shu sent me to find you, swap Yun Li's opponent."

Xuan Ge didn't answer, turning to Jing Yuan.

Jing Yuan lifted his teacup and drained it in one gulp, "Don't agree to Ren's request."

Xuan Ge leaned back against the chair back, his gaze bouncing once between the two: "Yun Li's opponent is Yan Qing?"

"Sure isn't it~~ Shen Wu has no blondes, this was executed from your place."

"Xuan Ge, as a good brother, I have to lecture you a couple lines." Jing Yuan crossed his arms before his chest, glaring at him angrily.

"Do you know how big a blow Yan Qing suffered because of your words?"

"Xuan Huang dislikes blondes—Yan Qing nearly went to dye his hair permanent black!"

"If not for Xuan Yao stopping him and explaining that 'blonde' refers to those improper second-rate hoodlums, Yan Qing's Dao heart would have shattered on the spot."

"What kind of words are these?" Xuan Ge was unconvinced, "Xuan Jing Er you'd love to keep in your pocket and carry everywhere; you're more frantic than me when encountering blondes."

"That's my Master Jing Liu's child." Jing Yuan stood up, looking down at him from above.

"You still have the face to call others blonde? I see you're the biggest blonde in the universe."

Xuan Ge also stood up, not yielding an inch.

"Bullshit. I am Xuan Jing Er's father, and I have black hair—wait, white hair now. How am I a blonde?"

"Look at Bronya just now. You could've just had the Shen Wu Merchant Group handle the procurement, why did you have to name that specific specialty product."

Jing Yuan stepped forward half a step, his chest nearly pressing against Xuan Ge's lapel, auras clashing head-on.

"Her mother is outside worrying whether Bronya is nervous or not, and you—you just had to pull this stunt."

"This is human nature. I am a man."

"Hah? What do you mean, Xuan Ge?" Jing Yuan pressed another half step closer.

Their chests were already pressed together, only a thin layer of air between their nose tips.

Jing Yuan's golden pupils met Xuan Ge's golden eyes, "Xuan Ge—don't be too arrogant."

Xuan Ge looked at this old brother of eight hundred years,

"Not arrogant, still Divine Might?"

Yin Lang watched this pair of men just one centimeter from kissing, and murmured a line.

"You two~~ wouldn't be about to kiss, would you?"

"As if he's worthy either!? Pah!" Both simultaneously turned their faces toward Yin Lang and roared the exact same line.

Then both froze simultaneously.

"You damn well spat on my face!" Xuan Ge raised a hand and touched his cheek.

Jing Yuan didn't speak, stepped forward a step, grabbed Xuan Ge's shoulder, and dragged his sleeve to rub vigorously against his own face.

"Outrageous! Jing Yuan, you subordinate offending your superior!"

Xuan Ge violently yanked back his arm.

Jing Yuan lifted his chin, looking down his nose at Xuan Ge, enunciating each word: "I just want to! Insubordination!"

Xuan Ge retreated one step.

Jing Yuan simultaneously opened his stance in sync.

The two stared at each other for a moment.

Xuan Ge stepped forward toward Jing Yuan.

Jing Yuan also stepped forward toward Xuan Ge.

Their shoulders collided violently, then they simultaneously turned back to glare at each other.

Battle, imminent.

The next second——Xuan Ge, from one step away from Jing Yuan, began a sweep kick, leg wind sweeping across the floor, he followed through and spun a full circle in place.

Jing Yuan leapt up entirely, performed a standard crow-on-a-plane, and landed silently in a crouch on the ground.

Both men's movements rose and fell greatly, techniques abstract to the extreme, neither touched the other, but in momentum neither would admit defeat first.

"Stop! You two stop——don't fight anymore!"

Yin Lang plunged between the two, reaching out trying to grab hold of one of them.

Xuan Ge sidestepped, dodging like an agile mountain dog.

She then turned and lunged at Jing Yuan, who on the spot unleashed a secret technique of repeated sideways hops, bouncing back and forth on both sides of Yin Lang's pouncing trajectory.

At this moment, outside the palace main gate.

Ren was leading Yun Li toward the palace gate direction, when suddenly without warning he shivered violently.

"Master, what's wrong?" Yun Li, with a Qiongshi Bird Skewer in her mouth, looked up at him.

Ren shook his head, expression calm: "Nothing."

Passing through the palace gate, stepping onto the corridor leading to the main hall, Ren looked down at Yun Li, picking up again the words he hadn't finished saying on the way just now:

"Your forging skill is deeper. If matched against that Yan Qing who single-mindedly studies the sword, you'd be at a disadvantage. Are you sure?"

"Master, you underestimate me too much——"

Yun Li took the Qiongshi Bird Skewer from her mouth, tilted up her face, a bit of sugar residue still on the corner of her lips, smiling like a smug cat, "Don't forget, I'm also one of the Flamewheel Eight Leaves."

".... Also good. Yan Qing is indeed a good opponent." Ren nodded, didn't persuade further.

He originally wanted Yun Li to climb step by step from low-tier events, wait until she fought her way up then face Yan Qing.

This was why he had Yin Lang come replace the opponent first, also why he himself personally made a trip.

Back then he was still at the Artificery Commission side selecting tournament prizes, that was a batch of items jointly produced by the Divine Forge Artificery Commission and Zhu Ming Artificery Commission, every piece required his personal oversight, truly couldn't get away.

But Yun Li insisted on representing herself to properly spar with Jing Yuan's disciple, he didn't stop her either.

So this time he personally came, was to stop Yin Lang.

The hall doors imminent. The guards saw him, cupped fists in salute: "Lord Sizhen."

Ren smiled and nodded.

Wonder how Yin Lang's talk is going.

The great hall's doors slowly pushed open. Ren's smile slowly froze.

"Stop——stop! You all don't fight anymore——!"

Yun Li heard the movement inside, eyes brightened and was about to peer in: "What's happening?"

Ren with lightning speed covered her eyes.

He expressionlessly watched the hall interior.

Three ** were currently engaged in some kind of undefinable, also unexplainable physical performance.

Xian Zhou, Stellaron hunters, hurry up and perish.

He cursed once in his heart, then lowered his head, "Let's go. Master will take you to Jinren Lane, eat good food."

"Ah——really?"

Yun Li originally still wanted to pry open Master's hand to see inside what exactly occurred.

But hearing "good food", immediately threw the matter of audience with Emperor to the ninth heaven clouds.

"Really." Ren took her hand, turned and left.

The guard looked straight ahead into the hall, expressionlessly extended a hand, politely closed the great hall's doors again.

"Emperor doing this, certainly has his reasons."