Chapter 645 - 242: No Nightlife, No Wonder the Population Is So High (2)

On the way back to Emperor City, Ming Lan’s mood had improved somewhat. He wore a black embroidered hoodie with the hood over his head, and wore a baseball cap on top.

Noticing his grandfather’s odd expression—smiling one moment, almost about to cry the next—made him anxious.

"Grandpa." Ming Lan squeezed in with Ming Feng on the single sofa, pushing Ming Feng nearly onto the armrest. "Grandpa, what’s wrong? Why are you about to cry and then laugh?"

"That sword, could it really be the Starlight Sword?" Every time grandpa collected an authentic item related to the Divine Hidden Emperor, he would have an episode like this.

Ming Feng shook his head, "You don’t understand."

"How do you know I don’t understand if you don’t tell me?"

Ming Feng snorted, speaking seriously, "I saw my mother."

Ming Lan: "..."

He looked worriedly at Ming Feng, thinking to himself that something was wrong; he feared his grandpa might have Alzheimer’s.

"Ming Lan." Ming Feng’s tone suddenly turned serious.

When Ming Feng became serious, Ming Lan sat up straight as well, completely losing the smile on his face and adopting a serious expression. "Grandpa, what’s up?"

"I heard from your father that you opened a tavern on Bai Ze Island, where the territories of the three great alliances converge, and all the information of the alliances goes through this tavern."

Ming Lan nodded, "I wouldn’t say all, but ninety-five percent of the information circulates through my bar." His bar, in essence, was an information hub.

Bai Ze Island was the most chaotic area in the Divine Martial Realm, a gathering place for pirates, various robbers, and all fleeing criminals. The place was teeming with dangers, and no one without skills dared to set foot on Bai Ze Island.

Ming Lan was able to open a tavern there, indicating he had some skills himself.

Nodding slightly, Ming Feng said, "Help me spread one message throughout the Divine Martial Realm."

This was asking him to spread a rumor.

Ming Lan leaned in, "What message?"

"When the hurricane sinks into the Emperor’s Mausoleum, a black meteorite will emerge, heralding the Emperor’s return."

Ming Lan’s pupils dilated slightly as he looked at his grandpa with shock and uncertainty, taking a moment before saying, "Grandpa, do you know what kind of turmoil this message will cause in the Divine Martial Realm?"

Ming Feng replied, "I want it to cause turmoil."

"...Alright."

Ming Lan had immense respect and admiration for his grandpa, always feeling that there was something about his grandpa that he couldn’t quite understand. For his grandpa’s commands, Ming Lan would comply.

"Is there anything else you need me to do?"

Ming Feng took out an e-cigarette, took a puff, and then said, "Keep a close eye on the senior members of the Divine Hidden Alliance, find out their movements. I want to understand what hidden threats are lurking beneath the surface."

Ming Lan’s heart skipped a beat; instinctively, he knew his grandpa was about to take major action.

However, his grandpa had lived a very peaceful and unambitious life, so why had he suddenly become determined?

Unable to figure it out, Ming Lan stopped trying to think about it.

"Grandpa." Ming Lan curiously asked, "Is that Xu Xingguang really our kin? I remember that our Old Ancestor Ming Yi, before migrating to the Divine Martial Realm, all her family members died from infection."

Where did these ’family members’ come from?

Ming Feng replied, "She is not Ming Yi’s family."

Ming Lan raised an eyebrow.

Grandpa told him, "She is He Yuanhang’s most cherished person."

"He Yuanhang?" Ming Lan flipped through the family history in his mind, then widened his eyes.

He Yuanhang and Ming Yi were husband and wife; He Yuanhang was Lin Piaopiao’s adopted son and addressed the Divine Hidden Emperor as uncle. Strictly speaking, the Ming family descendants were all descendants of Marshal Lin Piaopiao.

Lin Piaopiao had no descendants.

So, could it be that Xu Xingguang is a descendant of the Divine Hidden Emperor?

Could the descendants of the Divine Hidden Clan still exist?

*

After sending off Ming Feng and Ming Lan, Xu Xingguang didn’t hurry back to Wuyuan Town. She let Elder Tan Nan return, while she wandered around Golden Gate City accompanied by Dongfang Yi.

The last time she went shopping with Aunt Zhao and the others, Xu Xingguang walked around quickly without having time to look at the city closely.

Now, as she and Dongfang Yi walked through the streets of Golden Gate City, she realized that although the city was dazzling with neon lights after dark, there were few pedestrians on the streets, and the shops closed early.

"Are there so few people on the streets at night? Is it just Golden Gate City or the entire Divine Martial Realm?" Xu Xingguang was curious about this.

Dongfang Yi instinctively asked, "Isn’t it normal for there to be fewer people on the streets at night?"

"Do the people here not have a nightlife? No wonder the population of the Divine Martial Realm has exploded; they have no nightlife."

"Nightlife? Do you mean going to bars?" Dongfang Yi pointed southeast, "The bar street is over there." Dongfang Yi then pointed to the northeast of Golden Gate City, telling Xu Xingguang, "Don’t go in that direction in the future."