The Last Remaining Value, Xian'er's Whereabouts
The Last Remaining Value, Xian’er’s Whereabouts
The Great Yu Celestial Dynasty had fallen into complete chaos. Ever since the numerous princes, princesses, and even the important court officials and their families were attacked by assassins,
beacon fires had been lit across the territory, with killing intent rising on all sides.
Some of the marquises enfeoffed in various regions began carving out their own domains, attempting to establish states within the state.
As an immortal dynasty that had endured from ancient eras until now, the Great Yu Celestial Dynasty had produced Longevity beings, indestructible and undying.
Its territory was vast and boundless, without limit or end.
The number of lords enfeoffed in ordinary times was truly too many.
And now, within the Great Yu Imperial Capital, calamities were likewise springing up everywhere.
Emperor Yu was so busy every day he was at his wit’s end. Even if he wanted to dispatch grand armies to suppress the rebellions, they were beyond his reach.
The lords of the various regions also saw this situation clearly. They felt that Great Yu had encountered an unprecedented catastrophe and showed signs of falling apart.
That was why they had all carved out their own territories in every direction, attempting to fish in troubled waters.
“Reporting to Young Master, I have already followed your instructions and had the rebel armies of the various regions march forth. When the time comes, under the name of quelling the chaos, I will make Emperor Yu abdicate.”
“If he refuses to step down, I will personally fight him to the death in the Imperial Capital. I have an eighty percent certainty of killing him.”
In the Great Yu Imperial Capital, within a quiet and secluded courtyard.
Gu Changge stood beneath an ancient tree shedding crimson mulberry leaves, nodding lightly.
His white robes outshone the snow, his figure tall and slender, his hair like ink, radiating a lustrous glow. Transcendent and otherworldly, three thousand blurred worlds revolved around him, faintly as if he stood within the legendary Celestial Domain.
Before him, Yu Tianzheng spoke respectfully, reverence and fear hidden in the depths of his eyes.
By now, he had finally come to understand just how terrifying Gu Changge’s methods truly were.
Had he not witnessed it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that Gu Changge was completely unharmed.
He was absolutely not, as the outside world rumored, wounded in his Source and gravely injured.
In other words, all that talk about being injured resisting the will of the Heavenly Path, about being grievously wounded for stepping in to aid the Eldest Princess Yu Feiya—that was all fake too.
In Yu Tianzheng’s view, even the destruction of that so-called Overworld might very well have been Gu Changge’s handiwork.
The more one thought about it, the more terrifying it became—it sent chills down one’s spine.
“Against Emperor Yu, you truly have an eighty percent certainty?”
Gu Changge’s gaze was calm as it fell from the drifting mulberry leaves onto Yu Tianzheng, and he asked.
“Reporting to Young Master, I understand Emperor Yu extremely well. I know exactly what methods he has at his disposal.”
“For this battle, I have an eighty percent certainty.”
Yu Tianzheng solemnly guaranteed upon hearing this.
Originally, in his initial plan, he had intended to infiltrate the Great Yu Imperial Capital and assassinate Emperor Yu.
However, after Gu Changge learned of it, he had him abandon that plan.
In Gu Changge’s view, the Great Yu Imperial Capital was absolutely a den of hidden dragons and crouching tigers.
Especially the imperial palace.
Emperor Yu had sat entrenched in the palace for long years, and his understanding and control of its many Restrictions and methods ran extremely deep.
Moreover, the palace was close to Great Yu’s Forbidden Area.
If a battle broke out, it would be impossible not to alarm the many ancient beings slumbering within.
The chances of a successful assassination were minuscule, practically hopeless.
So rather than assassinating Emperor Yu, it was better to seize the opportunity of the great chaos and, under the banner of upholding the realm, set wrongs right.
That way, even those ancient beings of Great Yu could not intervene to stop him—they would have no ground to stand on.
“Your eighty percent certainty, in my eyes, amounts to only ten percent.”
Gu Changge shook his head lightly, his gaze sweeping up and down over Yu Tianzheng before he finally spoke.
In terms of cultivation, Yu Tianzheng was indeed a notch stronger than Emperor Yu.
But when it came to methods, as well as timing, terrain, and popular support, the two were simply not on the same level.
“Young Master, I...”
Yu Tianzheng was stunned, not understanding why Gu Changge would say this, why he only had a ten percent chance of victory against the current Emperor Yu.
However, he did not dare question Gu Changge’s judgment. In terms of strength, for Gu Changge to kill him would be easier than crushing an ant.
“I will bestow upon you a secret art. In your duel with Emperor Yu a few days from now, it will allow you to kill him.”
Gu Changge casually glanced at Yu Tianzheng, with no intention of explaining further.
Then he pointed a finger, and a hazy, dim light emerged.
Within it, numerous archaic and profound Grand Runes flickered, then transformed into a streak of light that shot straight into the space between Yu Tianzheng’s brows.
In an instant, an extremely obscure and ancient scripture, brimming with Demonic Energy and terrifying beyond measure, surfaced in his mind.
Every single character blazed like a demonic star, shining with dazzling brilliance, illuminating and washing over the eternal skies.
In a trance, Yu Tianzheng saw boundless demonic qi surging forth, vast and endless, flooding the heavens.
He was utterly horrified, feeling his heart and soul tremble, overcome by an immense sense of dread, as if his very soul would be devoured whole by this scripture.
“Thank you, Young Master.”
Yu Tianzheng’s forehead was covered in cold sweat, his heart unable to calm, great waves surging within him.
He understood that this scripture was absolutely terrifying beyond measure, its origins unimaginable. Not daring to be negligent, he hurriedly spoke in gratitude.
Since it was bestowed by Gu Changge, it naturally could not be anything simple.
For the life-and-death battle with Emperor Yu a few days hence, his certainty grew deeper still.
After Yu Tianzheng departed, Gu Changge finally withdrew his gaze, his expression carrying a trace of contemplation.
“Young Master, the secret art you bestowed—I’m afraid it’s not so simple, is it?” At that moment, a melodious, gentle voice full of bewitching charm sounded from the side.
A woman in white quietly cradled her nine soft, fluffy fox tails, standing in attendance behind Gu Changge.
On her incomparably beautiful face, a trace of doubt appeared.
Her figure was tall and slender, her face lustrous and fair, her skin delicate and snow-white, her eyes gleaming with a soul-capturing beauty that could startle the heart.
It was none other than Yin Mei, the Gifted Lady of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan, who had rushed here upon learning of Gu Changge’s return to the Beyond.
“It merely overdraws the remainder of his life in advance. But for him, that is more than enough.”
“This counts as the last bit of value he can bring out for me.” Gu Changge shook his head lightly.
“Young Master, you really are as cold-blooded and heartless as ever.” Yin Mei pursed her lips in a smile upon hearing this, seemingly unsurprised.
She did not think this Yu Tianzheng could bring Gu Changge much value anyway.
“This isn’t cold-bloodedness—it’s merely putting waste to use.”
“To take control of Great Yu, I happen to need a suitable chess piece like this. Yu Tianzheng has ambition and he has skill, but what he lacks is luck.”
“And that bit of luck he lacks, I happen to be able to give him.”
Gu Changge smiled as he spoke, reaching out to pull her into his embrace.
Before his own woman, there was no need for him to conceal such matters.
“I understand. Then I’ll arrange for the Merchant Alliance’s people to take over the trade routes across Great Yu right away.”
Yin Mei tilted her head, her gleaming eyes fixed on his face, revealing admiration and reverence as she said, “Young Master, your harvest from this trip to the Overworld seems far from small. I feel that even the Remnant Immortals surviving among the various immortal orthodoxies are probably no match for you now.”
This was her most direct impression.
Although she had never seen Gu Changge truly take action, from what had happened in the Profound Sword World, she could guess a thing or two.
Gu Changge’s hand rested upon her cloud-like hair as he smiled, neither confirming nor denying it.
“Oh, right, Young Master. During this period, Xian’er-xiaojie seems to have vanished without a trace. There’s been no sign of her anywhere in the Beyond.”
Then, as if suddenly remembering something, Yin Mei spoke, her face carrying some worry.