Chapter 853: To Go or Not to Go?

"Not bad, it's truly me, the master."

Luo Dongyu nodded and acknowledged his identity.

"Truly, you are the Holy Lord!"

Everyone was astonished; they hadn't expected the Demon God Relic to draw the Holy Lord of Wuji Hall here!

One must know that the Holy Lord is universally recognized as the strongest on Xuanmiao Continent, and seeing him in person is harder than ascending to heaven.

"Uncle Luo!"

A voice of joy and excitement rose from the crowd.

Bai Zichuan pushed through the crowd and walked toward Luo Dongyu, his eyes and face unable to hide his delight.

"Zichuan? What's wrong with you?"

Luo Dongyu examined Bai Zichuan from head to toe, saw the ribbons hanging on him, and asked.

Bai Zichuan's complexion instantly darkened; he thrust his hand toward Ye Qingran and shouted, "Uncle Luo, it's her! She, relying on sheer numbers, is plundering the Relic, seizing all the good things for herself!"

Luo Dongyu followed Bai Zichuan's hand, smiled, and said, "I see, don't worry; Uncle Luo will uphold justice for you!"

Bai Zichuan's face lit with joy, "Thank you, Uncle Luo!" He intended to make Ye Qingran pay a painful price!

Seeing how close Bai Zichuan was with the Holy Lord of Wuji Hall, the crowd couldn't help showing envy. The Bai Tribe's rapid development in recent years wasn't without cause; after all, having good relations with the Holy Lord of Wuji Hall makes soaring success almost inevitable!

As for Ye Qingran…

Sympathy flashed in everyone's eyes.

With the Holy Lord present, Ye Qingran feared she would be seized and taken away!

"Uncle Luo, why are you here?"

Luo Dongyu squinted, "I have come to avenge my daughter."

"What?" Bai Zichuan exclaimed in shock, "Is it Holy Maiden Luo Qingcheng? What happened to her?"

It wasn't only Bai Zichuan; everyone else was curious, especially upon hearing him mention the Holy Maiden. What exactly happened to Holy Maiden Luo Qingcheng of Wuji Hall?

Luo Dongyu looked at Ye Qingran, his tone heavy, "Fu Hanxiu and Ye Qingran conspired to kill Qingcheng!"

What?!

When Luo Dongyu uttered that, everyone's hearts trembled.

The Holy Lord said the Holy Maiden was killed by the Emperor Sovereign of the Peak of the Deer Hunt and Ye Qingran working together!

"Unbelievable, someone actually dared to strike the Holy Maiden!"

"One is the Yun Tribe's heiress, the other is the Emperor Sovereign of the Peak of the Deer Hunt; what link do they have?"

"I'm also curious, when did Ye Qingran get involved with the Emperor Sovereign of the Peak of the Deer Hunt?"

The focus gradually shifted.

Everyone's shock over Holy Maiden Luo Qingcheng's death instantly turned to Ye Qingran and Fu Hanxiu's relationship.

Fu Hanxiu and Ye Qingran's relationship, since it hasn't been deliberately publicized, is known to few; perhaps those from Beimingzhou know the most.

"You still don't know, do you?" Bai Zichuan snarled, "Ye Qingran is Fu Hanxiu's woman! The son of Fu Hanxiu was born to Ye Qingran!"

So there was another hidden secret!

Many present opened their mouths wide.

Before this, the world knew that the Emperor Sovereign of the Peak of the Deer Hunt had a son, but no one knew who the child's mother was; speculation about the mother's identity was endless. Today, in this Demon God Relic, that long‑standing mystery was instantly solved!

What an unexpected surprise!

"Ye Qingran, you and Fu Hanxiu have committed countless sins; even Heaven cannot tolerate you. Today you shall rest here forever, buried as a companion to the owner of this tomb!"

Bai Zichuan pointed at Ye Qingran, shouted loudly, his aura full of force.

At this moment, the Holy Lord of Wuji Hall stood behind him; what more could he fear?

Even if Fu Hanxiu himself appeared, he wouldn't be scared at all!

"Zichuan, killing only Ye Qingran is not enough to avenge my family's Qingcheng!"

Bai Zichuan was startled, "Uncle Luo, what do you mean?"

Luo Dongyu narrowed his eyes, a faint smile on his face, but his eyes flashed with bone‑chilling cold light, "Do you see the child in Ye Qingran's womb? He is Fu Hanxiu!"

Shock!

Everyone who heard those words turned to stone, pupils contracting to a pinpoint.

The Holy Lord said the child in Ye Qingran's womb was not someone else but the Emperor Sovereign of the Peak of the Deer Hunt!

After a while, Bai Zichuan recovered, "Uncle Luo, you say he is Fu Hanxiu?"

Bai Zichuan could hardly believe it was true.

"However, he was struck by the Soul‑Binding Spike, his cultivation sharply dropped, returning to the condition of a five‑year‑old!"

At this point, murderous intent radiated from Luo Dongyu, shaking the heavens.

He had battled Fu Hanxiu for years, watching Fu Hanxiu rise from nothing to establishing the Peak of the Deer Hunt; in just a few short years, the Peak grew into a super‑power that sent shockwaves across Xuanmiao Continent.

If Fu Hanxiu and his Peak were allowed to continue developing unchecked, Wuji Hall would not only lose its top position—it might be uprooted entirely by Fu Hanxiu and vanish from this world!

Luo Dongyu would never permit such a thing to happen!

Fu Hanxiu must die today!

Suddenly, a melodious flute sound drifted from the end of the single‑plank bridge; due to the light blockage, the source was invisible here.

A black silhouette burst from the white light; upon closer look, it was a massive flute, continuously emitting notes that formed a huge Barrier. Standing on the flute were a group including Xiao Hu and Xiao Chen, while four Wuji Hall guardians pursued relentlessly from behind, constantly attacking those on the flute.

It had no effect!

The flute was unmistakably a Demon Flute.

Xiao Hu, inside, waved at Ye Qingran, "Mother, come up quickly!"

Ye Qingran's eyes flashed, and without hesitation she leapt toward the Demon Flute!

At that moment a fierce attack came from behind her, and Ye Qingran flashed aside; although she dodged it, it delayed her from mounting the magic flute!

"Ye Qingran, you ran away. Did you ever think of the Yun Tribe people?"

Ye Qingran's body suddenly stiffened.

Yun Tribe!

"Do you think I would believe your nonsense?" Ye Qingran sneered coldly; at this moment, without any proof she could never easily trust the other's one‑sided words, and even if something happened to the Yun Tribe, no amount of regret would help.

"Is that so? Then look at them—are they members of your Yun Tribe?"

Ye Qingran felt a sudden thump in her heart; seeing that she was only a zhang away from the magic flute's Barrier, she still couldn't help but glance back.

Luo Dongyu raised his hand and waved it; a flash of light, and several figures knelt on the ground, all bound hand and foot, looking utterly helpless.

Ye Qingran recognized those people at a glance.

"Yun Qing, Yun Tinglan..." Some other people she couldn't name, but all looked familiar; clearly they were all members of the Yun Tribe!

"Sister Ran, run! Don't worry about us!"

After a brief moment of confusion, Yun Tinglan saw Ye Qingran and hurriedly shouted hoarsely.

"Run!"

Yun Qing's lips were pale and cracked; the words that came out were hoarse, as if she would gasp her last breath in the next instant.

Ye Qingran's pupils flickered.

At that moment, a trace of turmoil flashed through her heart.

Go or not go?