Chapter 843 (The Auspicious Time Has Arrived)

This Prime Yang Mansion was located south of the Soul River and still belonged to the northern region. However, the Prime Yang Mansion was incredibly formidable, with its Mansion Lord being a God level powerhouse! [Fighter, Warrior, Master, Grandmaster, King, Emperor, Order, God, Venerable, and Heavenly Venerable]

That was terrifying.

The overall strength of the Prime Yang Mansion couldn't be matched even if the Three Supreme Hall and the Benevolent King Prison joined forces.

Fortunately, the Prime Yang Mansion was very far away from the Soul River, so they wouldn't be aware of the situation here. Yang Yao wasn't worried about the Prime Yang Mansion interfering.

"Shi Yu, you don't need to use the Prime Yang Mansion to scare me. Once we obtain the Mystical Fire, what does the Prime Yang Mansion amount to?" Yang Yao's words sounded arrogant, but they were indeed true. With the Mystical Fire, Yang Yao could break through to Order rank, and there was a world of difference between a God with a Mystical Fire and one without.

Shi Yu chuckled lightly as if he were laughing at Yang Yao's naivety.

"Yang Yao, haven't you considered that the Prime Yang Mansion might find out about the emergence of the Mystical Fire?"

"Even if they do, they won't dare to come out now."

"Have you ever thought that when we're fighting to the death, the Prime Yang Mansion might appear and reap the benefits?" Shi Yu's considerations were quite thorough. After all, this was a significant matter, and they couldn't allow others to profit from it.

Hearing Shi Yu's words, Yang Yao fell into contemplation. After a long silence, he asked, "Do you seem to have a better idea?"

"Yes, this Mystical Fire has tremendous potential. Even the Overlords want to possess it, let alone us. So, let's not waste time on empty talk. Since both sides have gathered their forces, let's directly compete based on our strength. We'll see who the Mystical Fire chooses in the end."

With that said, Shi Yu paused for a moment.

"But as soon as the Prime Yang Mansion's people appear, we must stop and join forces against them. What do you think?" Shi Yu's plan was meticulous, as he wanted to avoid a third party interfering in the Mystical Fire's acquisition.

Yang Yao furrowed his brow deeply and looked wary with his wrinkled face.

"How can I trust you?" Yang Yao asked in a deep voice.

"Trust? Can we defeat the Prime Yang Mansion on our own with our strength?" Shi Yu asked in return.

Yang Yao took a deep breath. "Fine! If the Prime Yang Mansion hasn't arrived yet, we'll compete based on our strength. If they show up, we kill them!"

"It's only kill or be killed. Otherwise, it will be us who die!" Shi Yu's words made sense. The battle for the Mystical Fire always led to casualties, and not just a few.

Yang Yao and Shi Yu both hoped that no third force would intervene in the acquisition of the Mystical Fire. That would be the best outcome. As for the ultimate ownership of the Mystical Fire, it would depend on their respective strengths.

Both of them took a sip of tea and then turned to leave.

Meanwhile, inside the Wan Mansion, Ye Hua was unexpectedly sitting in a wooden wheelchair, wrapped in a thick blanket, with Daji pushing him from behind.

It was currently noon, the sun was shining brightly, but Ye Hua was shivering, and even his lips were trembling.

The more than ten Mystical Fires inside his body were becoming increasingly restless, and Ye Hua didn't understand why they were so agitated. Did they want to reunite or annihilate the other Fire?

"Ye Hua, are you okay?" Qing Ya stood beside him and asked with concern. She reached out and touched Ye Hua's forehead, which was icy cold, despite having felt warm just moments ago.

Ye Hua swallowed and said, "That Mystical Fire should be about to emerge. I can feel it."

"Brother-in-law, why don't we go and fight for it now?" Qing Yutong asked curiously.

Donghuang Baizhi chimed in, "Yutong, you still don't understand your brother-in-law? He's not someone who takes the initiative in such matters."

Qing Yutong shrugged and said, "True, brother-in-law usually doesn't take the initiative because he likes to show off."

"Yutong, when I'm better, watch me beat your ass..." Ye Hua said in a low voice, his voice trembling. He was freezing.

"La la la..." Qing Yutong made a funny face and then ran to the central garden to dance.

Qing Yutong was actually a star, so there wasn't a dance style she couldn't do. She danced the ethnic dance gracefully and authentically.

Ye Hua watched Qing Yutong dance, waved his hand, and suddenly, peach blossoms descended from the sky, instantly creating a scene of unparalleled beauty.

Qing Ya and Donghuang Baizhi also smiled as they watched. Yutong had grown up; she knew how to dance to captivate men.

Daji wanted to join in the dance as well, but since the lady was already dancing, she couldn't join and steal the spotlight. She'd be accused of lacking etiquette and trying to overshadow the lady.

"I didn't expect Yutong to know how to dance," Ye Hua chuckled and then held the blanket tightly around him, feeling extremely cold.

Qing Ya and Donghuang Baizhi exchanged glances and then also stepped forward. The three women suddenly changed into pink dance dresses, striking synchronised poses.

Ye Hua gradually straightened his body. This was the first time he had seen the three of them dance together, and they were so well-coordinated. Their every expression and smile were indescribably beautiful.

'The one thing I'll never regret in this life is marrying three wives like them. I'm truly fortunate.'

After finishing the dance, Qing Ya asked playfully, "Ye Hua, did you enjoy it?"

"It was wonderful! Absolutely wonderful! Wonderful!" Ye Hua repeated "wonderful" three times, showing how deeply he was moved.

Upon hearing Ye Hua's praise, his three wives were also very pleased. It had been a while since they had heard their husband's compliments.

Seeing Ye Hua's smile once again, he felt content. They had gone to great lengths to make him smile. historical

The four of them then returned to the pavilion, where Daji made tea. They all sat down, waiting for the Mystical Fire to appear.

"Ye Hua, how much longer?" Donghuang Baizhi asked curiously.

"It won't be much longer."

Dong Dong Dong!!!

Just as Ye Hua finished speaking, the entire Azure Dragon Empire resounded with the tolling of bells. It was the bell announcing the emperor's burial!

At the Imperial Mausoleum, the tomb had long been prepared, and Gu Haoran had arranged his affairs properly.

At this moment, the cries in the imperial tomb echoed all day long. It wasn't Gu Haoran crying, but rather the consorts and others. Except for the empress, everyone else had to be buried alongside the emperor!

What a cruel tradition it was, forcing living people to enter a pitch-dark tomb and await death or insanity.

"The auspicious time has arrived, let the burial begin!" With the eunuch's call, the procession slowly entered the tomb. Several consorts had already fainted, but they were quickly carried inside. It was truly inhumane.

But the royal family had its own customs. These consorts had enjoyed the pleasures of the palace, so they should have known that such a day would come.

The entire tomb was well-built, even comparable to the emperor's bedroom. If there were enough provisions, living here wouldn't be much different from living in the palace.

More than a dozen soldiers carried the emperor's coffin and placed it steadily in the centre.

Gu Haoran let out a sigh of relief. After the rituals, everything was finally settled.

"Ladies, thank you for accompanying the emperor. I hope you will find happiness on the other side," Gu Haoran said to one of the consorts.

"Please, spare us. We don't want to be buried," she begged.

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