Chapter 787: I Miss Yuqing

"Lord Mingwang, due to changes in the rules, I must return to discuss with the others!"

"So, I can't accompany you anymore!"

Nan Qiqi stood up and bowed to Lord Dunlun Mingwang.

Lord Dunlun Mingwang sat on her chair, one hand resting on her forehead, the other waving dismissively at Nan Qiqi: "Go ahead, don't worry about me!"

Nan Qiqi left, leaving only He Pingsheng and Lord Dunlun Mingwang in the grand hall.

Lord Dunlun Mingwang said: "If you prepare in advance, you succeed; if not, you fail!"

"You must prepare ahead of time!"

"If you enter the fourth trial, you may face utter ruin!"

"The Phoenix Clan's desire to kill you is far stronger than you imagine—if you withdraw, no one would blame you!"

"Of course, I also hope you won't participate in this fourth trial!"

"Without your magic treasures, how much of your combat power can you still wield?"

Lord Dunlun Mingwang gazed at He Pingsheng as she urged him.

He Pingsheng shook his head: "I promised Elder Zhu Que that I would assist the Zhu Que Imperial Domain—if I don't join the fourth trial, the domain won't rank among the top thirty teams!"

"So I must participate!"

"But you still bear the Chain Soul Curse Talisman!" Lord Dunlun Mingwang said. "Be rational—you've cultivated for centuries; you shouldn't cling to such reckless, combative impulses!"

He Pingsheng sneered: "Didn't you just say that even if I skip this fourth trial, after the Stone Platform Gathering ends, the Phoenix Clan will still find a way to kill me?"

"If sticking your head out gets you killed, and pulling it back gets you killed too, I might as well earn some interest in this fourth trial first!"

"As for the rule change for the fifth trial—the ascent of the Stone Platform Stairway—it's clearly targeted at me… or rather, at our human race!"

"Without a Mahayana Emperor among humans to break the barrier, neither I nor my Senior Brother Wang can climb the stairway!"

"But I have a favor to ask you!" He Pingsheng looked at Lord Dunlun Mingwang.

The Mingwang nodded: "Speak."

He Pingsheng said: "Before the fourth trial opens, I suspect they'll demand all the prodigies surrender their treasures to prevent bringing them into the arena. I fear my magic treasures will be seized—could you please help me store them temporarily?"

There was no choice!

The only person I can trust is Lord Dunlun Mingwang.

After all, this woman and I were married for over a decade in our dreams.

Surely there's some feeling between us.

Entrusting my treasures to her is better than entrusting them to those Phoenix Clan demon emperors.

"Hehehe…" Lord Dunlun Mingwang smiled, revealing bright, even teeth: "So you still trust me? You're willing to hand over such a precious treasure to this Empress?"

"I've heard you possess a very powerful turtle shell!"

He Pingsheng immediately pulled out the blood-red turtle shell and said: "It's a blood-refined artifact—I can't discern its exact rank, but its defensive power is invincible!"

"Take a look!"

He waved his hand, sending the shell floating to Lord Dunlun Mingwang's Mianqian.

The Mingwang took the shell, examined it, then said: "This is a demonic artifact refined with blood—still quite impressive; its rank reaches Emperor Weapon level!"

Emperor Weapon?

He Pingsheng wasn't surprised.

On the contrary, he felt a faint disappointment.

After entering Void Refinement, his Treasure Basin couldn't strengthen it—meaning this artifact's rank was at least Mahayana Emperor level, i. ., Emperor Weapon.

Or even far beyond it.

Who knew it was truly just an Emperor Weapon.

Whatever.

Fine—Emperor Weapon it is!

"Alright… I'll keep it for you!" Lord Dunlun Mingwang directly absorbed the turtle shell into her body; then, with a slight movement of her back, a beautiful blue feather flew out!

Then two, three, four…

Countless feathers unfurled and tightly overlapped, forming a vast array that filled the grand hall.

Dense, impenetrable.

And capable of blocking spiritual sense scans.

He Pingsheng instantly tensed.

Is this woman suddenly using her powers in my hall—trying to steal my treasures and kill me to silence me?

But Lord Dunlun Mingwang merely lifted her face with sultry eyes, her flushed cheeks leaning close to him, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered: "This Empress… misses Yuqing."

"Huh?"

He Pingsheng shuddered.

Yuqing!

He Yuqing!

She was the daughter he and Kong Jiaojiao had conceived in their dreams.

"This…" He Pingsheng stared blankly. "I miss her too… but Yuqing is merely a phantom born from dreams… you shouldn't… um… um…"

"You shouldn't be too…"

"Obsessed!"

"Lord Mingwang, you're…"

He Pingsheng felt something growing increasingly wrong.

Lord Dunlun Mingwang's slender, pale fingers, their bright nails glowing crimson, glided lightly over his dao robe and pressed against his scorching chest.

"I wonder… if we truly had a child in reality, do you think it might be He Yuqing?"

"Huh…" He Pingsheng exhaled deeply. "I don't know… dreams are dreams—I think the odds are slim."

"Not necessarily!" Lord Dunlun Mingwang said. "You don't know—centuries ago, in our dream, we shared a karmic bond, and since then I've never been able to let go. I keep thinking of our daughter Yuqing—I even built a desolate little town inside Dunlindicheng, copying every blade of grass and tree from 【Matou Town】!"

"But while the scenery remains, the people are gone!"

"He Pingsheng… how about I do you a favor—let's become husband and wife in reality?"

He Pingsheng said nothing.

Lord Dunlun Mingwang's voice turned languid, thick with seduction: "My husband… a hundred years of torment have pierced my bones…"

…

One day later!

Night fell!

In He Pingsheng's hall, several bright candles burned.

Even so, the hall remained dim.

He wanted to illuminate it fully with night pearls, but Lord Dunlun Mingwang forbade it—she said she preferred this interplay of light and shadow, as if returning to their humble home in Matou Town.

"Do you think I'll conceive?" Lord Dunlun Mingwang placed her slender, pale hand on her lower abdomen.

He Pingsheng gave a bitter smile: "I don't know… I've heard the higher one's cultivation, the harder it is to bear offspring!"

"This time, it's unlikely we'll succeed, right?"

Lord Dunlun Mingwang sat beside him, resting her head on his shoulder: "Well, there are still several days before the fourth trial—let's try multiple times!"

"I refuse to believe it won't work!"

He Pingsheng looked embarrassed: "Do we really need to do this so much? There'll be plenty of chances later—I won't truly die in the fourth trial!"

Lord Dunlun Mingwang said: "Maybe not… I feel your chances of survival are slim."