Chapter 128

"How is this possible?! This is impossible!"

Gu Huanghou's lips turned pale, she muttered under her breath.

……

After a while, everyone finally came back to their senses from the earlier shock.

They stared blankly at Ye Qingran, who had already landed, standing with bow in hand, wearing white soft armor, her coat fluttering, heroic and vigorous, exuding a fierce aura.

Looking again at the Great Roc, it lay on the ground, motionless.

"My goodness! She, she actually..."

"Am I dreaming?! That's a Lord‑Rank Spirit Beast!"

"Could it be that I'm opening my eyes the wrong way?"

……

Ye Huanhuan and her companions were the most shocked.

Before this, they never imagined Ye Qingran had the strength to kill a Lord‑Rank Spirit Beast, thinking her words were mere boasting and her actions just for show.

But now…

"No, the Great Roc isn't dead yet!" Qu Jiang clenched his fists and growled, striding toward the Great Roc.

Before he could reach the Great Roc, several examiners stood beside it, shaking their heads lightly, their faces both shocked and regretful.

At that moment, his pupils contracted; he finally knew—the Great Roc was dead!

Did Ye Qingran shoot down the Great Roc?

One arrow to kill?!

How is this possible?

Qu Jiang's steps went soft, he staggered, almost falling to sit on the ground.

"How is the Great Roc?"

Gu Huanghou asked loudly, her tone betraying anxiety.

The examiner representative bowed and said, "Your Ladyship, the Great Roc... is dead!"

Dead?!

Gu Huanghou's body trembled, her face slightly paling.

His Majesty's Great Roc, is it dead?

"How did it die?" she asked, unwilling to accept.

The examiner representative glanced at Ye Qingran, then answered: "One arrow, shattering the Spirit Core!"

One arrow, shattering the Spirit Core?!

Upon hearing this, everyone's already shocked hearts trembled even more.

Ye Qingran really did it—she killed a Lord‑Rank Spirit Beast with a single arrow!

Does that mean those ten Lord‑Rank Spirit Beasts were really slain by her?

Gu Huanghou regretted deeply.

Had she known Ye Qingran truly possessed this ability, she would never have agreed to Ye Qingran's request!

If His Majesty learned that his beloved Great Roc died because of her permission, shot by Ye Qingran with a single arrow, even as Empress she could not escape responsibility!

"Wow, Sister Ran is mighty!"

Xia Meng was overjoyed beyond containment. She felt she had finally vented her spite, her whole body refreshed! Let you idiots who doubted Sister Ran see now?

Show it on your faces!

"Boss Ye, you've truly made me look at you anew; I am utterly impressed!"

Gu Dongliu bowed deeply to Ye Qingran, his attitude practically reverent.

Ling Shaoyang pressed his thin lips into a line, his whole face tense.

One arrow to kill a Lord‑Rank Spirit Beast—Ling Shaoyang asked, with his current ability it's utterly impossible.

He had to admit, there was a huge gap between him and Ye Qingran!

"Little sister, have you seen my evidence clearly?"

The named Ye Huanhuan's face alternated between green and white, like a palette—needless to say, it was quite a sight.

"It was my mistake to blame my sister; I hope she doesn't blame me!" Ye Huanhuan said, steeling herself.

In her heart, jealousy and hatred had already reached their peak.

「Empress, I really want to speak plainly now; Empress, it's time for you to uphold justice for our team, right? 」 Xia Meng said to Gu Huanghou.

Gu Huanghou forcibly suppressed the anger and fear in her heart, barely squeezing out a smile, "That's natural."

Thus, in this Royal Hunting Grand Event, Ye Qingran achieved first place in both categories, securing the top position and winning the reward of the Spirit Gathering Pearl.

Although Wuhen and Xia Meng did not receive the pearl, they also obtained a substantial reward.

Ling Shaoyang's team ranked second, and Gu Dongliu's team ranked third.

As for the team of Ye Huanhuan, which originally had excellent hunting results and could have staged a comeback, the entire team participated in slandering Ye Qingran, and thus they were penalized with the cancellation of their scores.

Originally, Gu Huanghou had exerted great effort to defend and explain for Ye Huanhuan's team, but under multiple pressures from Ling Shaoyang, Gu Dongliu, and others, she ultimately gave up.

Ye Huanhuan, who had consistently achieved good results in previous years, encountered a major setback in life for the first time, becoming a popular topic of after-dinner conversation among the people of Xiliang City.

As for Ye Qingran, she shocked Xiliang City under the name "Divine Archer," causing a tremendous stir!

Guoshi Fu

After Wuhen entered the gate of Guoshi Fu, Fu San stepped forward, sizing up this familiar yet unfamiliar man before him, and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

"Your Majesty?"

Wuhen lightly nodded, a flash of light on his body, and quickly returned to the appearance of the National Master.

Fu San instantly felt much more comfortable.

Still, the Supreme Lord's original appearance looks comfortable.

Your Majesty, you plan to go to Jiu Fu Lin and spend day and night with Miss Ye looking like that?

What, it's not allowed?

Fu San hurriedly shook his head, "No, I just feel that your appearance differs too much from your true looks; I'm afraid Miss Ye won't even glance at you. After all, you know girls all like handsome men."

Fu Hanxiu thought of something, shook his head, and said firmly, "She is not a superficial person!"

Fu San hurriedly replied, "Yes, yes, yes, that was my petty thought; Miss Ye is gentle and magnanimous—how could she be superficial?"

But, Your Majesty, how did you get along with Miss Ye at this hunting gathering?

Fu San's eyes sparkled, his handsome face full of gossip.

Although Fu Hanxiu despised Fu San like this, he held back the impulse to kick him away upon remembering he still needed Fu San to devise plans.

Pretty good, she still relies on me quite a bit.

Usually aloof, the Emperor Sovereign rarely showed a gentle expression when he said that.

On the Soul‑Severing Abyss, the woman leaned on his shoulder; a sideways glance let him see her tranquil visage.

The scene of that night surfaced in his mind again, and his expression suddenly softened.

On his shoulder, a faint trace of her fragrance seemed to linger.

Fu San raised his eyebrows, instantly sensing an opportunity.

Looks like Miss Ye still has feelings for Your Majesty. But, Your Majesty, you must press on, strive to win her over in one fell swoop—then we'll have a mistress at the pinnacle of our quest for supremacy.

What ideas do you have?

My suggestion is, Your Majesty, you should be more proactive, thick‑skinned…

Be specific!

Your Majesty, as a man, you should be more generous, actively buy gifts for Miss Ye…

……

Ting Yu Xuan

Miss, you said the Young Lord of the Ling State Manor wants to become your disciple?

Leng Yue set down her work, her expression surprised.

Ye Qingran turned a page in her book, nonchalant, "Yeah."

This wouldn't be letting Ling Zhengrong off easy, would it? He's been hoping you'd take his grandson as a disciple all these years, coming to the valley repeatedly and describing his grandson as peerless under heaven—I've heard it so much my ears are getting calloused!

Ye Qingran nodded solemnly, "What you say makes sense—it really is letting Ling Zhengrong off easy."

So you still let Ling Shaoyang become your disciple?

Leng Yue couldn't figure it out.

I used to just hear Ling Zhengrong boast and didn't pay it much mind, but after meeting him twice I found his grandson quite impressive—excellent aptitude and a temperament to my taste. I figured I'd eventually need someone to pass on this legacy, and the sooner the better; at least later I'll have more time to wander freely.

Leng Yue helplessly rubbed her forehead, speechless, "Miss, how old are you? Do you really need to rush to find a disciple to inherit your mantle?"

Ye Qingran just smiled without speaking.

At that moment, Han Xing came out of the room with a freshly brewed tea, hearing their conversation, he couldn't help but smile and say, "Yue Er, why the rush? Even if Miss Ye is willing to take their grandson as a disciple, they might not agree."

Leng Yue was instantly bewildered.

What on earth is going on?

It's clearly something Ling Zhengrong begged for—stuffing his grandson into Medicine King Valley—and now he won't even accept it?