Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 721: 740: The Exposed Crisis

Chapter 721: Chapter 740: The Exposed Crisis

“Do you think you can kill me?” Lu Ya said with a faint smile.

“Only the dead can keep secrets!”

Ye Xuan smiled softly, but his smile was brimming with infinite murderous intent, and the look in his eyes towards Lu Ya was even more cruel.

Thud—thud—thud.

Muffled echoes in the void, murderous intent overflowing, Kunpeng and Kong Xuan advanced, subtly sealing off Lu Ya’s path of retreat. The terrifying aura of their very beings locked onto Lu Ya, clearly not intending to let him leave this place.

Clearly, the Hongmeng Purple Qi was of great importance. Should this news spread, it would undoubtedly bring endless trouble to Ye Xuan, and only by killing Lu Ya right here could he protect this secret.

“Hold on.”

Before Ye Xuan and his companions could make a move, Lu Ya suddenly spoke out, the smile on his face vanishing, his eyes taking on a serious look as he stared at Ye Xuan.

“Heavenly Emperor Ye, may I have a word?” Lu Ya said solemnly.

“Oh?”

Ye Xuan’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he did not act immediately because he always felt there was something odd about Lu Ya. He knew that he was in the presence of three Quasi-Saints, yet Lu Ya dared to appear before him, which was a big question in itself.

“Do you think that by killing me, the news of you obtaining the Hongmeng Purple Qi won’t leak out?” Lu Ya spoke leisurely.

“Is that not the case?” Ye Xuan sneered.

“Indeed, you are unparalleled in intelligence, but if you carefully reconsider, while you may not have revealed any flaw, this Huang Mozhi here can hardly conceal his whereabouts,” Lu Ya said, pointing to the plump Huang Mozhi, his voice growing grave.

“Hm?”

As Lu Ya finished speaking, Ye Xuan’s expression changed subtly, as if he had realized something, and his entire demeanor suddenly turned gloomy.

Lu Ya then sighed, “It seems you have guessed it.”

“Although Huang Mozhi is your man, don’t forget, Emperor Fengdu wouldn’t have entrusted such an important item to him to bring back to the Underworld without taking certain precautions.”

“Moreover, you must be aware that Emperor Jun and others are blinded by greed, now madly besieging Emperor Fengdu. Once they come to their senses and realize Emperor Fengdu indeed does not have the Hongmeng Purple Qi, thinking back on everything, they will definitely know it was you who got it.”

“Sir, what’s this…?”

Huang Mozhi’s complexion changed, and he looked directly at Ye Xuan, who wasted no words. A divine light shot out from his hand, instantly enveloping Huang Mozhi.

“Ah!”

A scream came from Huang Mozhi’s mouth, and to his shock, a shadowy light was forced out from his back, which collapsed in the void in an instant, as if it had never appeared.

“The Ghost Heaven Technique, Traceless Amongst All Heavens, this is a unique secret technique of Emperor Fengdu; he must now know that you’ve obtained the Hongmeng Purple Qi, and that his favored disciple has betrayed him,” Lu Ya said with another sigh.

“Damn it!”

Bang!

Ye Xuan’s face turned dark, his features twisted in extreme ferocity, and with a palm strike, he shattered a distant mountain peak, evidencing the extent of his inner rage.

Despite all his meticulous planning, Ye Xuan had overlooked one crucial detail: each of the Quasi-Saints was cunning and extremely sly. Even though Emperor Fengdu had handed the Hongmeng Purple Qi to Huang Fatso, he had taken precautions against him. And how could Huang Fatso, a mere Daluo Golden Immortal, detect that Emperor Fengdu had tampered with him?

What to do?

Disaster was imminent!

Ye Xuan felt an anxious restlessness within his heart, his expression turning extremely grave. Although he had acquired the Hongmeng Purple Qi, if this news were to spread throughout the Three Realms, he would become the target of everyone’s attacks.

By then, countless Quasi-Saints would descend upon the Heavenly Court, and it would face an unprecedented catastrophe—perhaps in an instant, it would be annihilated between Heaven and Earth.

Hongmeng Purple Qi!

This was the treasure Quasi-Saints dreamed of, the key to becoming a Saint. To say nothing of Ye Xuan himself—even if a Saint possessed it, these Quasi-Saints would dare to risk their lives to fight for it.

“Master, I…!”

Seeing Ye Xuan’s heavy countenance, Huang Fatso felt extremely ashamed. If only he had detected Emperor Fengdu’s sabotage earlier, he wouldn’t have let this incident be revealed.

“It’s not your fault; I was too careless.”

Ye Xuan slowly shook his head, offering reassurance to Huang Fatso, because he had done well enough—it was Ye Xuan who had made a misstep that led to this oversight.

“Your Majesty, what should we do now?” Kunpeng asked with a solemn voice.

Clearly, the leak of the news that Ye Xuan had received the Hongmeng Purple Qi would surely attract numerous Quasi-Saints, a catastrophe beyond their imagination.

“My brother, are you prepared to go all out?”

Suddenly, Kong Xuan asked coldly, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

“What are you suggesting, elder brother?” Ye Xuan’s expression changed slightly as he turned to look at Kong Xuan, as if he somewhat guessed what was going through his mind.

“The Hongmeng Purple Qi is of paramount importance, and it is essential for your ascension to sainthood. You must not let it fall into others’ hands. If you are willing to abandon the entire Heavenly Court, then I, alongside Daoist Kunpeng, will wander the world with you and become your Protectors, until you become the seventh Saint between Heaven and Earth. Only then shall we rebuild the Heavenly Court.”

As Kong Xuan’s words fell, the world around them fell into a deathly silence, while Kunpeng’s eyes burned with fervent agreement as he looked towards Ye Xuan.

The position of the Heavenly Emperor, the Thirty-Three Layered Heaven—these were merely empty titles. If by forsaking the entire Heavenly Court one could ultimately become a Saint, the price was not too steep. If Kunpeng were in that position, he would surely agree with Kong Xuan’s suggestion.

Kong Xuan and Kunpeng looked at Ye Xuan with intense gazes, waiting for him to nod his head. From that moment on, they would withdraw from visibility in the Three Realms until Ye Xuan attained sainthood.

Of course, this would mean the demise of the Heavenly Court, because once the Quasi-Saints could not find Ye Xuan, their vengeful wrath would surely descend upon the Thirty-Three Layered Heaven, causing its utter destruction.

At this moment,

Ye Xuan’s brows were tightly furrowed. He naturally knew that Kong Xuan’s suggestion was the correct one, and it was indeed the most advantageous solution for him. Yet, Ye Xuan did not immediately agree.

It wasn’t that Ye Xuan cared about the title of Heavenly Emperor, nor was he unwilling to abandon the Heavenly Court population. For the sake of his own cultivation, he could sacrifice too many lives.

However, there were some things he could abandon and some things he must never forsake, even at the cost of his life, for these were Ye Xuan’s pride and his way of life.

There, in the Turquoise Pool of the Heavenly Court, was the Nine Heaven Mysterious Maiden waiting for him, managing the entire Heavenly Court for his sake. And there were the Demon Kings from the Lower Realm who had once followed him; he had promised them that as long as they followed Ye Xuan, he would surely lead them to dominion over the entire Three Realms.

If he were to abandon the entire Heavenly Court, would he not become a person who reneges on his promises?

Ye Xuan didn’t care about his reputation, but he was a man, a man of proud and unyielding spirit. He was not yet ready to do such a thing.