(There were some minor problems with the plot in the last few sentences of the last chapter. I have modified them in this document and report them to everyone here.)
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The battle of Divine Domain experts that had taken place in the sky a few days ago, the activation of the strongest seal on the two shores of the Red River to cut off communication, the Great Western Continent's diplomatic mission, and the abrupt Heavenly Selection ceremony — all of these recent events had made the atmosphere in White Emperor City abnormally oppressive and tense.
Just because the demi-human leaders and powerful figures like them had maintained their silence did not mean that they were truly indifferent. Even though their secret investigations had been pressured by the Imperial Court and even some factions of the Council of Elders, they had still found many clues and were gradually approaching the truth.
Today, the Great Western Continent's Second Prince had suddenly withdrawn from the baptism of the Wildfire of the Celestial Trees, causing all their gazes to fall on the young man in the bamboo hat.
Figures like the Shi clan leader and Xiaode had already faintly guessed that this young man came from the north.
"The humiliation of tens of thousands of years, the blood enmity of countless ancestors — could it really be forgotten like this?"
Xiaode's voice was very cold and very sharp, like a real blade.
The Shi clan leader turned his head to look at the high platform in the mountains. The river was wide and the mist had reappeared, making it impossible to make out the figures on the high platform.
"We once had a deep hatred with the Human race, just like how the Elves ultimately perished at the hands of the Demon race. But if you ask the Elves who they hated the most, they would absolutely say it was the humans in the capital. But now, who still remembers these things from back then?"
The ancestral plains of the Elf race had been occupied by the Demon race and later reclaimed by the Human race, but the few remaining members of the Elf race did not choose to return to the plains. Instead, they preferred to travel tens of thousands of li across the ocean to live in the distant Great Western Continent. Presumably, this was related to their bone-deep hatred for the Human race.
The relationship between the humans, demi-humans, and demons living on this continent was far too complicated. There were far too many grudges and grudges in history, and it was very difficult to explain them all in a few words.
But Xiaode was a person who lived in this era. He had a natural inclination toward emotions, and he deeply disliked the Demon race.
"Even if we … form an alliance with Xuelao City. Why hold the Heavenly Selection ceremony? Could it be that we will welcome a foreign race as Emperor? "
Even if it was just saying these words, he felt that it was very difficult and heavy. His teeth felt cold and even a little painful.
He simply could not imagine how furious he and the tribesmen on the two shores of the Red River would be if such a thing really happened.
The Shi clan leader said, "It should be just a marriage alliance. It has nothing to do with the throne."
Xiaode slightly arched his brows. "If Her Highness is married off to Xuelao City, who will the throne pass to?"
The Shi Clan leader was silent for a very long time before voicing his speculation.
Xiaode's expression suddenly changed, an earthen yellow luster appearing in the depths of his eyes. A ruthless and terrifying Qi surged out of his body.
The whistling river wind met his heavy and hurried breathing and instantly disappeared without a trace.
"Is Her Ladyship treating us like the Enlightened Clan's people?"
The Shi clan's clan leader smiled bitterly and said, "The Imperial Court and the Council of Elders have made a move at the same time. It's no wonder that we couldn't find anything specific. However, even if we did, what could we do?"
Xiao De suddenly asked, "Just who is that young man?"
The Shi clan leader said, "We will know the answer tomorrow."
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Tomorrow would be a new day. To every person who would continue living, this phrase was true, and it was often tedious. Because when tomorrow comes, you will realize that tomorrow is not much different from the days you have already spent and the mornings you will have after tomorrow.
But to Madam Mu, tomorrow was not the same as the mornings she had experienced in the past countless years.
She was confident that something rather new and interesting would happen tomorrow.
She stood by the railing at the highest point of White Emperor City, gazing at the multitude of stars and drifting clouds in the night sky. She calmly thought, all of you have lived another day.
She was thinking of Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi.
The seal on the two shores of the Red River had been lifted, and White Emperor City was no longer as heavily guarded as it had been that night because of the Heavenly Selection ceremony. But in reality, she had never relaxed in her pursuit of these two experts of the continent. Several hundred of the most elite Red River Beast Guard and the high-level internal attendants of the Imperial Court had been secretly searching White Emperor City this entire time.
She was confident that the heavily injured Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi could not escape White Emperor City.
But why had she never found this couple?
Just where were they hiding?
"Since you have sought my protection, you must prove that you have the right to be protected by me."
There was a pear tree by the railing in front of the stone hall, its shadow clearly visible in the starlight.
As Madam Mu spoke, the tree's shadow suddenly twisted as if coming to life. Then it began to bulge, transforming into a kneeling person.
If one were to say that someone as ugly as him could be called a human, then he would definitely be a human.
This person had his face buried, his back bulging, his body reeking of blood. Two gray wings of flesh drooped on his back.
It was that monster from the Longevity Sect called Chusu.
A few days ago, he had fled Wenshui and encountered Xiao Zhang in the river gorge. His sneak attack had succeeded, but he did not dare to linger.
Logically speaking, he should have met up with the Imperial Court's diplomatic mission or returned to the Longevity Sect to hide, but he did not choose this.
Because besides Chen Changsheng and the people of the Orthodoxy, there was also the Tang clan that wanted to kill him.
The blind zither player had given him a chance to live, having used up all his affection.
Not even the Imperial Court could protect the person the Tang Old Master wanted to kill, much less the Longevity Sect.
The territory of the Great Zhou was vast, but he realized that there was no safe place for him, so he used his fastest speed to travel to the distant demi-human realm.
In his view, only the Saint of White Emperor City could protect him and be willing to use him.
But he had not expected that the moment he appeared, before he even had time to catch his breath, he would receive such a terrifying mission.
"There's someone called Xuanyuan Po. I'll kill him while I'm at it."
Madam Mu's expression was extremely calm and indifferent, as if she was handing over some extremely unremarkable trifling matter.
To her, the Demi-human race, and the Great Western Continent, tomorrow would be a brand new day. She would not permit any accidents to occur.
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Xuanyuan Po did not know what would happen tomorrow. He only wanted to ensure that nothing would happen. The greatest problem he faced was that White Emperor City was abnormally far from the capital. Other than experts of the Divine Domain, no one could come and go as they pleased. The seal over the two shores of the Red River truly had weakened, and the Daoist Church of the Western Wastes and the embassy had long ago sent news of the Heavenly Selection ceremony. Judging from the change in attitude of the Great Zhou officials, the capital's reply should have already arrived, but when would it arrive?
Bie Yanghong looked at Xuanyuan Po and said, "The Second Prince's sudden withdrawal means that this is not an alliance between the Demi-human race and the Great Western Continent. The venerable Daoist master might have already seen through the fog, so his stance is so clear and unyielding, wanting you to destroy this matter at all costs."
Xuanyuan Po was somewhat confused, asking, "Shouldn't the Great Zhou Imperial Court be very happy?"
Bie Yanghong directly touched on the core of the matter. "There's definitely something wrong with the identity of that young man in the bamboo hat."
Xuanyuan Po had a rather wooden personality, but he was no fool. He vaguely guessed at something and incredulously said, "How could this be?"
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