Chapter 842 (The Approaching Battle)

"Qing Ya, you can relax now. I know exactly what's going on with my body. Let's patiently await the appearance of the Mystical Fire," Ye Hua said slowly, feeling the Mystical Fires within him growing increasingly excited.

Is this because they'll be seeing a young lady, or their big brother? Ye Hua couldn't quite figure it out.

"Brother Question Marks, are you feeling better?" At this moment, Wan Yi, who was carrying a bundle and showing concern, walked over. He was also quite curious. It seemed strange that Brother Question Marks could catch a cold. Since he began his cultivation, he had forgotten what it was like to catch a cold.

Ye Hua glanced at Wan Yi, feeling somewhat helpless. He never expected to be in this condition, and now someone had seen him like this. It was truly embarrassing.

"He's much better now. Wan Yi, where are you planning to go?" Qing Ya asked curiously. Wan Yi looked like he was dressed for a long journey.

Wan Yi had thought it through these past few days. Staying here wasn't a solution. A real man should explore the world and become stronger through experience.

"I plan to go out. My parents have already gone to Northern Chill, which is the Voidless Empire Brother Question Marks mentioned."

Upon hearing that Wan Yi intended to go out and gain experience, Ye Hua held him in high regard. He was better than those who only stayed home and waited for death.

So, Ye Hua stood up, and Qing Yutong, who was beside him, quickly supported him.

He patted Wan Yi's shoulder and said, "Every man should go through some trials. I hope that the next time we see you, you'll have made some achievements. I also live in the Voidless Empire."

Hearing Brother Question Marks say this, Wan Yi, full of strength, responded, "Brother Question Mark, Sister Question Marks, don't worry. I won't come back until I've made a name for myself!"

Hearing Wan Yi's words, Ye Hua smiled gently. "Be careful on your journey."

Wan Yi nodded and bowed to everyone. "Goodbye, everyone!"

"Goodbye," Qing Ya and the others replied with smiles.

Taking a deep breath, Wan Yi turned and left the empire where he had lived for more than a decade, embarking on a new chapter of his life.

Once Wan Yi left, Donghuang Baizhi chuckled sweetly. "Have you all noticed? Our Ye Hua has changed so much."

With Donghuang Baizhi's comment, Qing Ya and Qing Yutong also felt it.

The previous Ye Hua was like a block of ice, rarely smiling. But now, he could actually encourage others. It was a significant change, making him seem more human.

Huh... Why use this term to describe it? It's so strange. Doesn't Ye Hua seem human?

Ye Hua responded calmly to their observations. "People need to change; they can't live in the past forever. Otherwise, what's the difference between them and salted fish?"

This statement was acknowledged by Qing Ya and the others. Change required courage, just like Wan Yi, who had lived here for so many years and was now saying goodbye to his old life.

The day of the Emperor's funeral arrived quickly. The entire city mourned, with white silk scarves hung everywhere.

In the imperial palace, the final tribute was being held. Gu Haoran was now dressed in imperial robes and wore a crown as he stood at the forefront, crying loudly.

Despite appearing weak and crying, some ministers thought he was truly filial. He cried so loudly for the late emperor's passing.

Standing below, Gu Cha sneered repeatedly. He was thinking, 'He's really good at pretending to be a filial son. I wish the old emperor would have died sooner.'

The tribute had to continue until the auspicious time before they could proceed with the burial in the imperial tomb.

However, in an inconspicuous little tavern, an old man and a young man were sitting together.

The old man was none other than Yang Yao, the Prison Emperor of Benevolent King Prison!

The young man beside him looked elegant but was actually a peak-level Order powerhouse. He was the Hall Master of the Three Supreme Halls, Shi Yu!

At this moment, it seemed that the two big shots were engaged in their final negotiations. If they couldn't reach an agreement, war would be inevitable.

For the sake of the Mystical Fire, these two formidable forces had spared no expense.

"Prison Emperor, long time no see. You've aged, and your hair is thinning. I was worried you might become bald," Shi Yu lightly shook his folding fan and laughed with a deeply sarcastic undertone.

If Yang Yao wanted to, he could appear young again, but he didn't see the need for it. Everyone had their own aspirations.

"At least I'm not pretending to be young like you," Yang Yao said casually. Shi Yu appeared to be younger than himself, but it was unnecessary and shameless to go to such lengths.

Hearing Yang Yao's mockery, Shi Yu closed his folding fan. He despised being called old.

'Isn't pretending to be young a way of mocking that I'm old? Damn it, Benevolent King Prison, why didn't a volcano erupt and burn you all? The Soul River should belong solely to my Three Supreme Halls.'

It seemed like Shi Yu thought of something, and he smiled as he opened his folding fan. "Your Prison Elder Chu is nothing special either. He was beaten by my disciple and eventually ran away. Isn't that disgraceful? Your disciples from Benevolent King Prison can only run, can't they?"

"Winning once and showing off here, if my Prison Elder Chu's past victories were counted, wouldn't that mean I can step all over your face?" Yang Yao's verbal sparring was still sharp, and it seemed like Shi Yu was no match.

Hearing Shi Yu's bitter retort, Yang Yao spoke again, "Your disciple made the Emperor of the Azure Dragon Empire so angry that he died. Today is the Emperor's burial. You should at least bring some people to pay your respects. It would show some magnanimity of your Three Supreme Halls."

"Yang Yao!" Shi Yu shouted sternly.

As the Hall Master of the Three Supreme Halls, he was actually being asked to pay his respects to an emperor. It was a joke!

"Throughout history, those who win the hearts of the people win the world. The reputation of your Three Supreme Halls isn't great right now."

"Yang Yao, stop talking about useless things. I want the Mystical Fire. You name your conditions, and as long as I have it, you can take whatever you want!" Shi Yu proposed a good condition.

However, when it came to the Mystical Fire, there was nothing that could compare to it, not even an ancient divine artifact!

Furthermore, after obtaining the Mystical Fire, everything else would follow. There was no need to worry about not having good treasures.

More importantly, both of them wanted to break through to the Order rank with the help of the Mystical Fire because breaking through the Order peak was incredibly difficult. Without a suitable opportunity, it was nearly impossible to break through the bottleneck.

Yang Yao chuckled, cracked open a melon seed, and calmly said, "How about this? You withdraw, and I'll let you take whatever you want from inside Benevolent King Prison."

"Yang Yao, you know the importance of this Mystical Fire, right?" Shi Yu said with a stern expression.

"Of course, he who possesses the Mystical Fire possesses the world. Looking at the entire Sapphire Continent, only the Broken Vein Mountain and the Divine Scripture Academy have Mystical Fires. And I, Yang Yao, will become the third person to possess a Mystical Fire! I'll lead the entire northern region!"

Shi Yu breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "Yang Yao, aren't you afraid of the people from the Prime Yang Mansion coming to snatch it?"

As soon as the Prime Yang Mansion was mentioned, Yang Yao fell silent.

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