Chapter 1928
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"Miss Ye wants to make a Netherworld Ring for herself," Ling Yan said.
Ye Qingtang nodded.
"I was hesitating about how to sow discord between the Ancient You Clan and the Crimson League, but now I have an idea." Ye Qingtang smiled.
Ling Yan asked, "Miss Ye, are you going to let the Ancient You Clan steal the Netherworld Ring?"
Ye Qingtang wasn't surprised that Ling Yan had guessed what she was thinking.
Ling Yan had always been an intelligent man. Whatever she could think of, he could too.
"That's right, the real Netherworld Ring is with the Holy Lord of Shadows. Since the Crimson League wants it, I'll give them a fake one. But I can't let the real one fall into their hands, so I plan to spread the news and let the Ancient You Clan know of the Netherworld Ring's existence. I'll also let them know that I'm sending someone to deliver the Netherworld Ring …"
"Before that, is Miss Ye going to bring Ming Di to wreak havoc with the Ancient You Clan?" Ling Yan finished off the details that Ye Qingtang had left unfinished.
"Yes. I want the Ancient You Clan to be at the end of their patience, but I won't cross their bottom line." Ye Qingtang really enjoyed talking to Ling Yan. After all, he could see through everything she was thinking. It was a relaxing feeling.
"Once the Ancient You Clan's dissatisfaction with the Temple of Shadows increases, they might not attack the Temple of Shadows directly, but they will make things difficult for the Temple of Shadows. Miss Ye, you're really smart. Killing two birds with one stone is a good idea." Ling Yan looked at Ye Qingtang dotingly.
Ye Qingtang didn't notice the smile in Ling Yan's eyes. She just urged him to quickly draw out the Netherworld Ring.
"It's not hard to draw it out, but it's best not to let anyone else know about it. Even the Undead Clan in the Temple of Shadows should be kept a secret. Why don't I just kidnap you to make a fake Netherworld Ring?"
Ling Yan asked. "You know how to do that?" Ye Qingtang raised her brows.
"I know a thing or two."
Since Ling Yan had asked, Ye Qingtang trusted his ability.
To avoid any complications, Ye Qingtang asked Ling Yan to make the Netherworld Ring in her room.
As a result, Ling Yan came in and out of her room more frequently. Every time he came out, he was drenched in sweat and his face was pale.
In the eyes of Xue Fu and the others, this was a different story.
Even the eight tribe leaders, who despised Ling Yan, could not help but pat Ling Yan's shoulder sympathetically when they saw how "conscientious" Ling Yan was.
While Ling Yan was forging the Netherworld Ring, she took Ming Di to the Central Mainland to attack the Ancient You Clan's forces.
Ye Qingtang naturally didn't dare to gang up on them. But when the Ancient You Clan went after the Ancient Clans, they would always send a youth and Ye Qingtang would bring Ming Di with her. It wouldn't take much effort to deal with them.
Before the Ancient You Clan could rush over, she had left with Ming Di, leaving the Ancient You Clan's reinforcements empty-handed.
At that moment, the Ancient You Clan felt like there was a stone stuck in their throats. They were so angry that they almost declared war on the Temple of Shadows.
"Elder, the Temple of Shadows is too much. We've let them off for now but they still don't know it. This is the fifth time this has happened. The Holy Lord of Shadows and Ming Di have ruined our plans. Elder, are we just going to tolerate this?" A warden's face was green with anger as he read the battle report from the front lines.
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