Gong Yizhu climbed the stairs and when he reached the door of the main hall, Bai Lian was reporting to Zhen Shuangliu about the unusual movements in the Xuanwu Realm in recent days.
Bai Lian's spiritual sense was not as sensitive as Zhen Shuangliu's. The Lord of the Spirit Snake Realm had already noticed the other party's presence when Qiuniu stepped onto the first step in front of his palace. He raised his hand to signal Bai Lian to stop talking, and waved his hand to let him keep quiet and leave.
Bai Lian was slightly taken aback, then followed his instructions. It wasn't until he was about to bow and leave, perplexed, that he noticed the deliberate presence of the Nine Clans outside the door.
When one's cultivation reaches the level of Zhen Shuangliu and Gong Yizhu, it is natural and easy to detect the presence of another person within a certain distance, just like the repulsion of magnetic poles. Gong Yizhu deliberately displayed his aura at the door, which is also a basic etiquette when strong people meet to show that they have no ill intentions.
The palace door opened, and Gong Yizhuo's figure appeared with the sun behind him. His appearance and temperament were still as bright and handsome as ever, and his every move was gentle and elegant like a gentleman. However, due to his basic understanding of his long-time rival, Zhen Shuangliu could see the anxiety hidden under his brow at a glance.
In fact, this anxiety does not need to be judged by observation. You should know that among all the nine clans and four symbols today, if a list is made according to the degree of "showiness", Zhen Shuangliu will push Gong Yizhu to the top seat without saying a word.
He was an alien being who paid attention to every detail, wishing he could drink the dew of magnolia in the morning and eat the fallen petals of autumn chrysanthemum in the evening. His biggest regret was that he didn't have a broom tail to spread his wings for him. When he just stepped onto the stone steps, the sound of the rings on his waist was disharmony and disorderly.
"I'm going back today." Gong Yizhu's voice was still as beautiful as any other zither in the world, but the fact that he spoke directly and straightforwardly was enough to explain the problem.
Zhen Shuangliu didn't care what happened to Gong Yizhui. He couldn't even guarantee that he didn't laugh out loud out of schadenfreude.
"That's great. Bai Lian will see you off." Zhen Shuangliu's reply was as straightforward as Gong Yizhu's.
Bai Lian smiled helplessly, bowed slightly to Gong Yizhu, and gestured towards the palace door: "Yes. Please come in, sir."
"..." Even though he had guessed the attitude that Zhen Shuangliu might express, Gong Yizhu was still a little speechless when he saw that the other party didn't even ask a single question.
Never mind, it’s just a snake. Its brains are probably thinner than soy milk. Why bother with it?
Gong Yizhu walked to the front of Zhen Shuangliu's desk, glanced at the jade slips lined up in front of Zhen Shuangliu, and confirmed that the contents were as he expected.
"You did receive the news, did you? You really don't have any thoughts on this?"
"It's none of your business."
...For the hundred and first time, Gong Yizhu confirmed that there was absolutely nothing wrong with him wanting to beat Zhen Shuangliu up when he was young.
Since Zhen Shuangliu unilaterally refused to communicate with him, Gong Yizhu no longer hesitated. He decisively tapped one of the jade slips with his slender finger, and a map of three thousand worlds unfolded before their eyes.
"Take a good look," Gong Yizhu advised in a low voice, "Can't you really see it?"
Gong Yizhu had deliberately marked the circle representing the Xuanwu Realm with a vibrant red. Zhen Shuangliu glanced at it briefly before narrowing his eyes in disgust. He casually crushed the Xuanwu Realm symbol between his fingers and replied coldly, "This is aimed at Jiaozi—Jiaozi has been a sitting duck for thousands of years, and I think he's quite happy to be one. It's a matter of mutual consent, so why are you meddling in this?"
Gong Yizhu had long since stopped caring about Zhen Shuangliu's offensive language and simply said, "But the situation of the target Jiaozi back then and the target Jiaozi now is worlds apart."
Among the Nine Clans and Four Symbols, the Ya Zi were renowned for their arrogance. Although they, like the other Nine Clans, were only allocated one-ninth of Kun's Dao Source, their strength surpassed even the Four Symbols. This strength, along with their arrogance, was passed down from generation to generation, making each generation of the Ya Zi a controversial figure at the center of controversy.
However, because of their strength, the enemy did not attack them at first.
Over the past thousand years, the only ones who have truly disappeared from this world are Chaofeng, Baxia and Chiwen.
"Although only a dozen medium-sized worlds were swallowed up this time, and the commotion wasn't as big as your previous incident, the implications behind it are still far too ominous."
Gong Yizhu solemnly looked at the map of the world hanging in front of him, and lightly ran his fingers across it, connecting Taotie, Qiongqi and the Xuanwu world that was wiped out by Zhen Shuangliu with the location of Jiaozi in an arc.
"Back then, Taotie lured Jiaotu to the Jinyun Realm for a battle, and Jiaotu is still severely injured. Qiongqi even annexed the entire Yanbo Realm where Chiwen was. Only Xuanwu was more lenient, sparing Suanni's life but demanding that he serve him for generations."
At this point, Gong Yizhu slowly frowned. "Xuanwu has been in seclusion for many years, and aside from the holy land every hundred years, he has never interacted with the outside world. I have two questions, and now I think I can only ask you... When did the three parties join forces, and what exactly does Xuanwu want to do?"
As soon as Gong Yizhuo said the two words "Xuanwu", which were like an absolute prohibition, Bai Lian opened his eyes wide in horror, and Zhen Shuangliu's face changed suddenly!
"I don't know." Zhen Shuangliu squeezed out the words from between his teeth: "Bai Lian, send the guest away!"
"Zhen Shuangliu!" Gong Yizhu shouted softly, grabbing Zhen Shuangliu's wrist. "I never even asked you about Cangjiang's death. Now it's really come to a critical moment—this generation of Qinglong has no children and is on the verge of death. Think about what this means."
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