Ling Huanyu readily agreed to Ye Qinghan's suggestion, but he didn't know that he had already stepped into Ye Qinghan's trap. Once he was dragged down, he wouldn't be able to escape even if he wanted to.
Ye Qinghan's lips twitched, causing Ling Huanyu's hairs to stand on end. He felt as though he had fallen into an icy cavern.
"You can't be thinking of harming me, right?" Ling Huanyu asked with a frown.
Ye Qinghan immediately replied righteously, "What are you talking about? You can ask around. Those who are familiar with me know that I'm a gentleman! Which of my brothers hasn't gone through life and death situations together? "
Seeing Ye Qinghan's righteous expression, Ling Huanyu still felt a little uneasy, but he reluctantly accepted it.
After settling Ling Huanyu, Ye Qinghan returned to his residence with a smile on his face. He was in an exceptionally good mood, and he specially called Sister Yao over to serve him.
"Master seems to be in a good mood." Seeing the unconcealable smile on Ye Qinghan's solemn face, Sister Yao couldn't help but exclaim in delight.
"A joyous occasion makes one feel refreshed! Wife, come and serve me ~ "Ye Qinghan sang in a strange voice.
After which, Ye Qinghan forcefully pounced on her, taking the initiative to attack. Sister Yao was so excited that she took the initiative to welcome him. Thousands of pounces caused her soul to tremble.
…
The night passed quickly, and the sky gradually brightened. The people of the Left Marshal's Residence were already making preparations for their departure.
Ye Qinghan hugged the perfect Sister Yao lazily, as though nothing in the world had anything to do with him.
"Get up, it's not good for others to see us like this."
Ye Qinghan's joyous mood was suppressed, and his expression turned cold once more.
Sister Yao leaned against his chest and said softly, "Master, what do you intend to do about the bride from the Wang Clan? You can't possibly leave her hanging, right? You haven't even consummated your marriage yet. "
Ye Qinghan was silent for a long time before he replied hoarsely, "Let's talk about it in the future. I don't have the time to worry about her right now."
With a sigh, Sister Yao put on her clothes and got up. She brought a basin of hot water over for Ye Qinghan to wash up before heading out together with him.
…
Thirteen experts from the Primal Chaos Realm and ten thousand soldiers from the Snow Realm protected the Ninth Prince and Ye Qinghan as they departed. Ling Huanyu was quietly mixed in with the crowd. He was the only unpredictable force. Mu Yunfeng and the Divine Master would never have predicted that he would follow Ye Qinghan.
The Divine Bird and Xie Nianxue had their arms around each other's shoulders. They were secretly discussing something. No one knew what they were planning.
Ye Qinghan never wanted to ask about the Divine Bird and Xie Nian Xue. As long as they didn't lose out, they could do anything.
The army galloped forward. Their mounts were the best snow wolves. The banner of the Wolf Cavalry fluttered in the wind. Wherever they passed, the relay stations would quickly provide supplies and replace the best snow wolves.
The snow wolves were three meters tall. They had powerful limbs that could crush rocks. Their running speed was comparable to a peak Giant God. Furthermore, they were very patient. They could run at their fastest speed for three to five days.
There were too many people in the army. They couldn't use teleportation and could only travel long distances. For safety, Ye Qinghan naturally wouldn't use too much energy to teleport.
There was still about half a year before the auction. The group wandered along the way, giving the Ninth Prince some distraction.
The Ninth Prince was free and unfettered. However, he didn't know that he could be killed at any time! He had already thrown out the bait and was waiting for Mu Yunfeng and the Divine Sect to make their move.
Along the way, the various Prefecture Heads and Overlords were diligent. Every time they arrived at a prefecture, there would be hundreds of thousands of ordinary soldiers guarding them. They would safely escort them out of the prefecture. Another prefecture would pick them up at the border. They were all afraid that the new Emperor and the Left Marshal would meet with an accident in their territory.
Ye Qinghan didn't want to refuse. Otherwise, it would be too obvious.
The journey was safe. The Divine Master didn't want to cause the Realm Master to come out of seclusion by massacring hundreds of thousands of soldiers. Mu Yunfeng didn't dare to go overboard. Even if he was the Realm Master's disciple, he wouldn't be able to escape death.
In the end, the Realm Master still cared about his direct descendants. After all, blood was thicker than water.
After crossing more than ten prefectures, they headed straight for the auction house. Three months later, the army finally arrived at the Nine Emperors Prefecture. This was the territory of the late Emperor's Ninth Brother, who was also the Ninth Prince's Ninth Uncle. This place was named the Nine Emperors Prefecture.
Snow Ninth Emperor. This person was once a genius of his generation. He had a powerful cultivation and served the Snow Realm Army. However, hundreds of thousands of years ago, in order to show his attitude, he didn't want to fight for the throne. He voluntarily retreated to the Nine Emperors Prefecture and became the Prince of Peace. He was deeply loved by the late Emperor.
The Ninth Prince also liked this Ninth Uncle. They had met several times. He purposely looked for Ye Qinghan and asked, "Mister, the Nine Emperors Prefecture is in front of us. It's my Ninth Uncle's territory. I haven't seen him for many years. Can we go and pay him a visit?"
Ye Qinghan knew about Snow Ninth Emperor's identity. He was also very curious about this person. In the past, he could have fought for the throne. However, he mysteriously chose to give up. Otherwise, there wouldn't be the Snow Marshal and the late Emperor.
"Let's go and take a look. There's still time." Ye Qinghan said faintly.
After obtaining Ye Qinghan's permission, the Ninth Prince was filled with joy. He thought that Ye Qinghan still respected him. He was in high spirits and personally led the army to the Nine Emperors Prefecture.
Snow Ninth Emperor had already known that the Ninth Prince was approaching his territory under Ye Qinghan's lead. He sent his most outstanding son, Xue Feng, to personally lead the army to the border to welcome them.
Ye Qinghan silently followed behind. Tong Tong rode on the same horse as him. However, Little Tong didn't follow. This operation was too dangerous. If the Divine Sect really took action, who knew how many people would die!
The snow wolves in front howled in unison.
Hua!
The army at the border of the Nine Emperors Prefecture roared in unison. Their voices shook the heavens. The momentum of the private army didn't lose to the Snow Border Army.
Ye Qinghan was shocked. He looked at the army at the border of the Nine Emperors Prefecture with admiration in his eyes.
"This Snow Ninth Emperor is definitely not an ordinary person."
Ye Qinghan secretly praised.
Ye Qinghan slightly increased his speed and caught up to the front. He was shoulder to shoulder with the Emperor. His eyes were like torches as he stared at the leader of the army at the border of the Nine Emperors Prefecture. His eyes emitted a terrifying radiance. His heartbeat sped up and his blood flowed rapidly.
"Is it an illusion? Why do I feel the aura of a desolate person? "
Ye Qinghan looked at the young leader in shock. He had a feeling of disbelief.
After the Desolate women in the Snow Country and the Divine World became slaves, they would be executed if they were pregnant. It was impossible for them to be descendants of the Desolate Race. Although this person's Desolate Race bloodline was suppressed and very weak, as the Desolate Race's father, Ye Qinghan, it was impossible for him not to feel it.
As he got closer to the young man, Ye Qinghan became more and more certain that this person definitely had the Desolate Race bloodline!
"Mister, the young leader is my cousin, Xue Feng. His cultivation is quite good, but the Ninth Imperial Uncle doesn't want him to leave the Nine Emperors Prefecture. He also doesn't let him fight. He rarely leaves the prefecture. It seems like the Imperial Uncle still likes me." The Ninth Prince smiled happily.
Ye Qinghan also revealed a faint smile. From the Ninth Prince's words, the Snow Ninth Emperor knew that Xue Feng had the Desolate Race bloodline. Otherwise, he wouldn't have suppressed him and prevented him from leaving the Nine Emperors Prefecture.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
