Chapter 1081 - 1077: The Brother Who's Not Good with Words

Vast is the Northern Wing, stretching for untold miles, and next to it lies the True Martial Dynasty. Its castles, palaces, Qiong Towers float in the sky, their light radiates, immortal glow shines continuously. Occasionally, someone rides a prismatic rainbow, flying past like a fleeting glimpse of a fairyland.

Between the two lands flows a great river named Ink-Washing.

The waters converge from distant places, finally forming a river at the border, stretching unknown miles long, several hundred feet wide. The flow is not rapid but rather tranquil; from high above, it looks like an ancient giant dragon lying between the dynasty and the Northern Wing.

At the northern junction, the river narrows further, spanning only dozens of feet, allowing one to see the opposite side.

Further down the Ink-Washing River is the God Slaying Road.

The commotion emerging from there has already alarmed the Tianxuan Holy Land, Luoyang Sect, and some other mighty sects; however... they did not come here, choosing other places instead.

Progeny from all across the True Martial Dynasty have flocked, eager to see who it is.

That path has not been traversed by anyone for many years.

"Surely it is an exiled Divine Son, ready to traverse the Ancient Battlefield and battle his way back to the dynasty," laughed a young man from the Divine Clan.

The True Martial Dynasty's Divine Son was sent to the human world for tempering since his youth and has remained outside; many within the dynasty have never seen him, only heard of him.

Not long ago, the Human Emperor overpowered all foes, slaying numerous Divine Clan figures, obliterating that Ancient City and a lineage of alliances. Perhaps it is time for their Divine Son to return as well.

"No doubt, the Divine Son has trained in the human world for years, triumphantly succeeded, and now returns forcefully to the dynasty," agreed others.

"Hahaha... kindred spirits."

On the other side, a group of young Saint Land Disciples were also discussing: "It should be the Saint Heir, who invaded the human realm early on, seeking a future, and now it's time to return."

Ah?

Upon hearing this, An was surprised and hurriedly asked, "Do we have a Saint Heir in our Holy Land?"

"Of course! But when seeing An, the person squinted his eyes, then quickly averted his gaze because An was only an Outer Disciple.

White robes with red belts signify Outer Disciples.

White robes with black belts are Inner Sect Disciples.

White robes with purple belts are True Disciples, disciples of elders within the Holy Land. As for those who dress freely, they are the senior ranks of the Holy Land.

He only glanced at An before losing interest in speaking further, as he was an Inner Sect Disciple.

An, however, paid no heed to this. Upon hearing about the Saint Heir, she eagerly asked, "How is the Saint Heir? Have you seen him? Is his appearance good? Is his disposition kind?"

"Why are you, a little girl, inquiring about the Saint Heir?" he remarked impatiently. "There are so many female disciples in the Holy Land; you won't necessarily be chosen."

"Er..."

"Alright, alright, you go over there!" he frowned.

"I want to go to the front to watch."

"That is where the True Disciples are, and further ahead are the elders of the Holy Land. You, an Outer Disciple, can only stay at the back, understand?"

An scratched her head, looking bewildered, thinking to herself, "Is there such a rule?"

Mo Lai, who hurried over, tugged at her sleeve and whispered, "Stay low, stay low; let's head to the back first."

He knew An's temperament well; if not cautioned promptly, she might throw this "senior brother" into the Ink-Washing River to feed the fish in the next moment.

An sighed, "Alright!" She chose to compromise, obediently returning to the Outer Disciples' area, though it was way at the back.

Far from the river's edge, looking up, she could only see a crowd of heads, unable to see anything on the God Slaying Road.

Her eyes gleamed mischievously, whispering, "Take me to the sky."

Mo Lai was startled, "Across the Ink-Washing River is the Divine Clan, True Martial Dynasty, and... didn't you notice? Neither the Holy Land nor the Divine Clan is hovering."

"Oh?" An tilted her head, "Why is that?"

"There should be a ban on flying here, perhaps... due to the God Slaying Road," he carefully sensed. Indeed, an ancient and timeless energy fluctuation pervaded the high sky.

If he speculated correctly, it should emanate from the God Slaying Road.

The two were chatting when a young Outer Disciple suddenly took to the sky; from this position, he couldn't see the God Slaying Road, so he intended to ascend.

But as soon as he flew up, a powerful force knocked him down; upon landing, his flesh exploded.

Everyone gasped in shock.

"This Outer Disciple is too foolish, does he not know there is True God's power here?" an Inner Sect Disciple frowned.

Mo Lai sighed with relief, "It's best to stay put here."

"I have a Divine Weapon; it should be able to resist the True God's power," An stated.

Hahaha!

A nearby fellow disciple, having listened for quite a while, couldn't help but laugh. Once she managed to control her laughter, she quickly said, "Sorry, couldn't hold back, I'm called Ye Yu'er, and you?"

"Chen Xiaoan."

"Oh, Xiaoan, that's a nice name." Her delicate appearance didn't stand out in any way, but upon reporting that name, the faces of the nearby Outer Disciples shifted notably.

Ye Yu'er...

The person guarding North Cold Pass seems to have the same surname, right?

He supposedly has a daughter named Ye Yu'er.

A group of people looked at her intently, scrutinizing for a while, and the more they looked, the more they thought she resembled someone. Of course... they had never been to North Cold Pass and had only seen that person through portraits.

A Heaven Emperor with unfathomable strength.

Ye Yu'er saw An looking clueless, so she patiently explained, "Your companion is right. The True God's power emanating from the God Slaying Road envelopes this place, so no one can fly, not even if they awaken an Emperor Weapon."

"What about something that surpasses an Emperor Weapon?" An asked in astonishment.

"I suppose it could work, but... who would casually take out such a Divine Weapon?" Ye Yu'er shook her head, taking her own words as a joke.

Unexpectedly, An took it seriously, feeling delighted inside: "She said something surpassing an Emperor Weapon could work. Hmm! I have one!"

Mo Lai held her down, whispering, "Keep it low-key!"

Boring!

An rolled her eyes: "You're truly the most cowardly Emperor Son in history. If your father were still alive, he'd definitely spank you."

Mo Lai turned his head, pretending not to hear.

Back in the Spirit Realm, he was doing fine. His father was a Great Emperor there, and as the only heir, he naturally had some confidence.

After waking up, he found the world had changed.

It had become strange and inexplicable, for instance... why was Chen Pingping such a freak? His junior sisters were all so fierce.

Even his steed was like that.

Later, Chen Xiaoan came to the Heaven Martial Continent.

Mo Lai's world was completely turned upside down. No... he is utterly cowardly now, and maybe it's because An changed his worldview.

Before, he was like a frog at the bottom of a well. Now, as a fledgling soaring in the sky, the more he sees of the world, the more cautious he becomes.

"Emperor Son?" Ye Yu'er asked with a smile, "May I ask who is this fellow Daoist's father?"

"Lingyun!" Mo Lai spat out two words and again turned his head.

Ye Yu'er lowered her eyes, searching her memory, unable to find any record of Lingyun. Which Great Emperor is that?

Seeing Mo Lai's reluctance to engage, she refrained from asking more.

An glared, secretly kicked him, and then laughed, "Sister Yu'er, don't be amused, my brother is not good with words."

Ye Yu'er smiled slightly, "It's okay, it's okay, my brother is not good with words either."

An asked, "By the way, are you also an Emperor Son?"

"Yes!" She nodded.

"That's great! My brother is also an Emperor Son, and you as well, plus he has an Emperor Son sister who shocks the ages and is destined to overpower the Divine Clan in invincibility. I think you two can engage in more exchanges." An was full of excitement.

She suddenly grasped something.

Hmm!

Grasped the meaning of living, no, grasped a direction.

Since stepping into the Heaven Martial Continent, she's been striving to become the strongest Emperor Son in human history.

Of course, helping Mo Lai connect was just a side effect.

The surrounding sect mates rolled their eyes, scoffing, truly shameless, and to say it resonates through the ages...

As they spoke, An quickly stood up, placed her small palms on Mo Lai's head, one on each side, and forcibly turned him.

Made his face turn toward Ye Yu'er.

Mo Lai opened his eyes wide in surprise.

Ye Yu'er found it amusing and couldn't help taking a closer look at the siblings. The younger sister had a sweet and pleasant appearance, standing tall and graceful. In a few years, she would be an elegant beauty. As for the brother, hmm, still seemed upright and filled with integrity.

As Ye Yu'er observed Mo Lai, Mo Lai was also looking at her, though very reluctantly. Unfortunately, An beside him assisted, whispering a threat, "Look at her, look hard, take a good look at this girl."

"..."

"Have you thought about what state your family is in? Your father's been gone for many years, and you don't even have a child, shameful! You've shamed our Emperor Son World. As your companion, I'm truly embarrassed for you." An gritted her teeth, "Now's your chance, take her, and then when I have time, I'll go to her home myself to propose marriage for you."

Mo Lai opened his mouth, propose marriage?

Her voice wasn't loud, but not too soft either. The surrounding sect mates could hear, and naturally, so could Ye Yu'er, whose charming face turned slightly red, her eyes lowering, her expression becoming involuntarily gloomy at that moment.

Her fate no longer belonged to her.

"You guys chat, I'll go see if there are any fish in the river." An blinked at him before leaving.

Mo Lai watched her leave, sighed lightly: "Sorry, she's always mischievous but kind-hearted."

"I can tell..." Ye Yu'er responded with a smile.

"I have to go find her, otherwise... she might cause trouble." Mo Lai prepared to get up, eyes apologetic, for entering the Heavens and the Holy Land was originally to protect An.

Just then, exclamations came from the direction of the river: "Are you insane? Quick, quick, come down!"

An was attempting to wield a Divine Weapon to resist the True God's power. She was preparing to ascend and watch the drama, but there was a big problem; she had not yet practiced and didn't know how to manipulate Spirit Qi.

A group of outer sect disciples was pulling her, completely exasperated. It wasn't that they wanted to control An, but if this girl attracted a divine calamity... just the thought of it was terrifying.

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