The Young Master Summons You — A Qualified, Obedient Tool
The Young Master Summons You — A Qualified, Obedient Tool
And just as the many prodigies of the Blue Flood Ancient World were discussing their plans for the future, a voice suddenly rang out from outside the manor.
“May I ask if Miss Xue is here?”
A middle-aged, refined-looking man with a smile on his face stood outside the manor gates as he spoke.
Behind him followed a host of cultivators in respectful formation — some Human, some of the Primeval Races. Every single one of them possessed tremendous power, their blood and qi boiling like a vast ocean, enough to shake one’s very soul.
The servants guarding the manor had never seen such a display before. Their expressions shifted slightly, and one of them hurriedly replied, “Miss Xue is indeed here. May I ask who you are, daren?”
Judging from the middle-aged man’s attire and bearing, it was clear he was someone long accustomed to high position — his status was anything but simple, and his gaze carried a faint air of authority.
“I am the Third Manager of the Alliance of Thousand Merchants of the Battlefield of Hundred Worlds. I have come here on the Young Master’s orders to seek out Miss Xue Yan,” the refined middle-aged man said with a smile.
The Third Manager of the Alliance of Thousand Merchants?
When the people of the Blue Flood Ancient World heard the servant’s report and rushed to the manor gates, they all collectively sucked in a cold breath, their faces filled with shock.
The Third Manager of the Alliance of Thousand Merchants — his status was in no way inferior to the master behind the Vermilion Bird Quarter. He was an equally mysterious figure whom one could never hope to meet in ordinary times.
Who could have imagined that he would appear here today, personally, specifically to find Xue-shimei?
Moreover, the “Young Master” he spoke of could only be that one person.
At this thought, everyone from the Blue Flood Ancient World trembled, turning to look at Xue Yan with incomparable envy.
“Daren, you are looking for me?”
Xue Yan was stunned at first, but she quickly understood just how terrifying the identity of this refined middle-aged man before her was.
“It is not I who seeks you, but the Young Master who seeks you,” the refined middle-aged man said with a gentle smile. “Come with me. You mustn’t keep the Young Master waiting.”
His tone was casual, yet it carried an unmistakable note of finality — he didn’t even ask whether Xue Yan agreed.
Of course, in his view, there was likely no one who would dare refuse such a thing.
One had to know that even the Divine Maidens of the various Cults of Immortality in the Beyond would be beside themselves with joy and excitement upon learning that Gu Changge wished to see them.
What virtue or ability did this little girl from a Lower Realm possess, that the Young Master would send someone to fetch her?
“That daren is looking for Xue Yan-shimei?”
The prodigies of the Blue Flood Ancient World were now consumed by envy, jealousy, and resentment.
Over these past days, through roundabout inquiries, they had already learned quite a bit about Gu Changge.
And now, such a figure — one who held the most overwhelming power in the Beyond — actually wished to see Xue Yan-shimei?
What did this mean? They didn’t even dare to think about it. Every one of them was nearly mad with envy.
“Xue Yan-shimei, hurry and go — don’t keep that daren waiting!”
“When you rise to greatness in the future, don’t forget about us!”
The prodigies of the Blue Flood Ancient World all chimed in one after another, their words full of flattery.
Xue Yan-shimei...
Lu Ming, who had originally resolved to demand cultivation techniques and divine abilities from the Remnant Soul within the Mysterious Stone Fragment tonight, felt as though a basin of cold water had been poured over his head at this scene. His whole body went cold, and he stood frozen in place.
This late at night, that great figure had come looking for Xue-shimei?
In an instant, countless possibilities flashed through his mind, finally settling on images he dared not dwell upon.
At once, the fists hidden within his sleeves clenched tight, emitting a creaking sound.
Lu Ming took a deep breath, yet he could not calm himself down.
He knew that, no matter from what angle one looked at it, Xue Yan-shimei could not refuse.
Even if she was unwilling to go, she wouldn’t dare refuse.
A great figure like that needed only a single word to destroy the Blue Flood Ancient World behind them, thousands upon thousands of times over.
Faced with such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, there was likely no woman who could refuse.
And just as Lu Ming’s thoughts churned chaotically, Xue Yan had already smiled graciously and cupped her fists toward the refined middle-aged man. “Thank you for your trouble, daren. When shall we depart? For Young Master Gu to summon this little woman — I am truly overwhelmed with trepidation, and dare not keep Young Master Gu waiting even a moment longer.”
“We leave now.”
The refined middle-aged man nodded. He hadn’t expected Xue Yan to conduct herself with such composure — neither servile nor overbearing, showing none of the dazed behavior of someone struck by enormous fortune.
This made him look at her with a bit more regard. As expected of someone the Young Master had taken notice of — there was indeed something extraordinary about her.
Soon, the refined middle-aged man led Xue Yan away from the place, their figures gradually disappearing down the end of the long street, heading into the depths of the Vermilion Bird Quarter’s main city, toward the most resplendent of its palaces.
Lu Ming watched this scene with a slightly ashen face, feeling as though something that belonged to him had been snatched away. His heart could not settle for a long time.
“Boy, find the contact of Nether, and I can help you take back the one you love.”
At that moment, a voice carrying a hint of mocking laughter suddenly rang out beside Lu Ming’s ear.
His pupils contracted, but he quickly recovered, understanding that it was the middle-aged man within the Mysterious Stone Fragment speaking to him.
“How can you help me?” Lu Ming transmitted back in a low voice.
“I can help you become this generation’s Successor of Nether. Then your status would be no lower than that Young Master surnamed Gu.”
The middle-aged man within the Mysterious Stone Fragment’s eyes flickered as he smiled, his words brimming with confidence.
Although he had never taken a single step outside the Mysterious Stone Fragment, over these past days he had learned quite a bit about the outside world from Lu Ming’s mouth.
The many rumors, while sounding shocking and horrifying, seemed to him — given his breadth of experience — far too unrealistic, more like they had been exaggerated countless times over.
How could someone of the younger generation reach such heights at such an age?
Even ancient records wouldn’t dare write such a thing.
“Successor of Nether?” Lu Ming’s breathing instantly grew rapid. He naturally understood what that represented.
During this period, quite a few prodigies had mysteriously gone missing across the Battlefield of Hundred Worlds...
Meanwhile, within the resplendent palace at the deepest part of the Vermilion Bird Quarter.
Gu Changge looked at the Jade Tablet in his hand, lightly raising an eyebrow.
The Alliance of Thousand Merchants’ informants were spread across every corner of the Battlefield of Hundred Worlds, so many things that ordinary people could never perceive would enter the Alliance’s intelligence network.
He hadn’t expected that while investigating the two powers Nether and Pagoda, there would be such an unexpected harvest.
Mysteriously missing prodigies? And coincidentally, they all possessed some kind of special physique?
“If Su Qingge is here, why hasn’t she come to see me?”
Gu Changge’s brow furrowed slightly, feeling that matters were somewhat beyond his expectations.
Aside from Su Qingge, he couldn’t think of any other Successor of Demonic Arts existing in the Beyond.
Of course, only a Successor of Demonic Arts would devour the Source of prodigies for cultivation — no other power or orthodoxy would dare do such a thing.
In the vast Beyond, the appearance of certain strange arts similar to Taboo Demonic Arts was nothing unusual.
But Gu Changge had a feeling that Su Qingge should have already made contact with Chan Hongyi.
She should currently be within the Battlefield of Hundred Worlds — that was why she hadn’t come to see him, and was instead deliberately avoiding him.
So she had long since learned the truth?
But that is hardly the mindset a qualified, obedient tool ought to have... Gu Changge set down the Jade Tablet, his gaze gradually turning deep and unfathomable.