Since Lin Miaoxue heard Ye Yu say that the matter concerning the Ye Family was all a deception, she felt as if she had plunged into an icy abyss.

    She didn’t fully understand what Ye Yu meant, but it was clear that this was not good news.

    Even though it had been over thirty thousand years, Lin Miaoxue had never once considered reneging on her promise to the Ye Family. She had even treated Ye Yu as a member of the family, planning to fulfill her promise to pass on the Immaculate Sword Heart to him after paying her respects at her brother Lin Fengyuan’s grave.

    But now, to hear that it was all a deception?

    What kind of deception was it?

    Desperate for answers, Lin Miaoxue had waited with Ye Yu’s many wives outside his secluded cultivation chamber. Now that he had emerged, she couldn’t contain her curiosity and asked him about it.

    Ye Yu sighed softly before recounting the entire story of what the Ye Family had done.

    In truth, it was nothing short of an elaborate ruse aimed entirely at Lin Miaoxue.

    They had killed her brother and then feigned an agreement, even waiting for her to be grateful to them. Five hundred years later, they expected her to willingly hand over the Immaculate Sword Heart.

    One had to admit, the person who devised this plan was truly vicious.

    Upon hearing his explanation, Lin Miaoxue’s whole body trembled. She took two steps back in horror.

    So, everything she’d clung to all these years was a lie.

    She’d been chasing an enemy who didn’t exist, showing respect to those who were truly responsible for her brother’s death.

    How laughable—utterly absurd!

    Lin Miaoxue smiled bitterly, shaking her head as her gaze turned sharper. The sword aura around her surged wildly, the air splitting with the force of it. Even the barrier surrounding them began to crack under the onslaught of her raging energy.

    Consumed by grief, her eyes were bloodshot, on the verge of forming a heart demon.

    At that moment, Ye Yu took her by the wrist, forcefully suppressing the chaotic sword aura surrounding her.

    Fortunately, he had recently attained late Tribulation Realm cultivation from his dream reward; otherwise, restraining Lin Miaoxue would have been a major challenge.

    After all, having consumed the Water Essence, Lin Miaoxue had purged the fire poison from her body, returning to her peak. The title of strongest demon lord from thirty thousand years ago was certainly well-earned.

    With Ye Yu’s spiritual energy flowing into her, Lin Miaoxue’s mind cleared, and she gradually calmed down.

    Yun Roumu wasn’t overly concerned, however, and instead kept her eyes fixed on Ye Yu. She wanted a face pinch, too! Very much!

    But just as Ye Yu was about to respond, someone else couldn’t wait any longer.

    “This friend, would you mind stepping aside? Don’t obstruct the Emperor from reuniting with her husband. After all, it’s wise to know when to advance and when to retreat. If not, you risk being disliked!”

    Indeed, these words, filled with barbed hostility, came from none other than Li Ruowang.

    As the saying goes, when you lack height, make up for it with presence!

    Though she was a bit shorter than Yun Roumu, her imperial robes, combined with her piercing gaze, projected a powerful aura, enough to make the Empress seem towering.

    Yun Roumu’s brows furrowed as she turned around, ready to retort.

    But she found herself surrounded by eight stunning women, all radiating immense power.

    Half of them were Tribulation Realm cultivators, their auras potent.

    And most importantly, each held a status that crushed Yun Roumu’s by comparison.

    They were Ye Yu’s recognized Dao companions.

    In that moment, Yun Roumu felt distinctly overshadowed.

    Still, unwilling to give in, she opened her mouth to respond—

    Only to be interrupted as a formation beneath her feet glowed suddenly.

    In the next instant, Yun Roumu was teleported a hundred miles away to a secluded mountain valley.

    The one who cast the teleportation spell was none other than Su Yao, usually the most mild-mannered among them.

    Noticing the others’ gazes, Su Yao forced a faint smile.

    “It’s just that I miss my husband so much and don’t want anyone else taking up our time together.”

    Her words immediately drew approving nods from Zuo Yingchun, Yun Ciwu, Bu Lingfei, and others.

    Li Ruowang and Gan Zhizui even offered double thumbs up.