Inside the Shangqing Hall, Su Feng, seated on the high seat, frowned and coldly looked down at the audience. It was clear to everyone that the Divine Lord was in a very bad mood.
Meanwhile, Bei Jun, standing in the center of the audience with his head bowed, also had a serious expression and remained silent.
The atmosphere was somewhat somber and heavy.
The usually kind-faced third brother stepped in to smooth things over: "My Lord, the fourth brother only drove that girl away for the sake of the safety of the divine realm. Please don't blame him, my Lord."
The other gods echoed, "Please calm your anger, Divine Lord."
Su Feng narrowed his cold eyes and stared directly at Bei Jun, "Where is she?"
Bei Jun took a deep breath, feeling a chill in his heart. He hadn't expected that woman to have such a great influence on the God Lord, actually interrogating him in front of all the gods.
He had never seen the God so concerned about a woman before, and thought that this was just a whim of the God, so he recklessly drove the woman away, assuming that the God would not blame him.
Unfortunately, this time the plan backfired.
He clenched his fists tightly and said in a trembling voice, "By now, they've probably already left the realm of gods and gone down the mountain..."
Before he could finish speaking, he felt a gust of wind brush past his ear. He instinctively closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, Su Feng was no longer on the high seat.
The third brother, Nan Jun, walked up to him, pointed at him and shook his head helplessly, saying, "You're always causing trouble. It's a good thing the God didn't punish you, otherwise even I couldn't protect you!"
Bei Jun hung his head and complained, "I didn't know that the God Lord had really taken a fancy to that woman. I went through all the trouble of choosing maids, all of whom were from the purest divine race. Every single one of them was better than that human woman. I really don't know what the God Lord saw in her. I was doing all this for the future of the divine realm."
Nan Jun glared at him: "You still dare to talk! If you say another word, I'll go find my older brother and have him teach you a lesson!"
Bei Jun fears neither heaven nor earth. In this vast divine realm, apart from Su Feng Shenjun, the person he fears most is his elder brother. Just thinking about his elder brother's cold and sharp eyes and neurotic behavior makes him shudder, and his whole body becomes stiff and unable to move as if frozen.
He shook off the ice shards that weren't actually on his body and begged for forgiveness, "Third Brother, I was wrong. I'll never say that again. Please don't go to Big Brother. If he finds out, I'm finished!"
Nan Jun looked at him with amusement, "It's good that you know how to be afraid. Come on, I just got a new pot of good wine, have a drink with me."
Bei Jun immediately replied, "Okay."
The two were just about to go for a drink together when they saw a figure standing at the door. He was dressed in black brocade robes, with a silver-white armor over them, and his jet-black hair was neatly styled in a ponytail.
Bathed in sunlight, he appeared to be a cheerful and outgoing young man, but his cold eyes were completely at odds with this image. It was a vibrant spring day, yet his presence seemed to be surrounded by ice water, exuding a chilling aura.
That was their eldest brother—Dongjun.
Not far from him, Nan Jun was alright, but poor Bei Jun's legs began to tremble reflexively. His face was pale, his lips were purple, as if he had been poisoned. His eyes were fixed on that person, and he couldn't say a word.
"What is it that you don't want me to know?"
His thin lips, pressed into a thin line, emitted a low, piercing voice, as devoid of warmth as his demeanor.
He was looking at Bei Jun when he said this, but Bei Jun was so frightened that he couldn't say anything substantial.
Nan Jun replied, "Brother, you're back. Nothing much happened. It's just that the fourth brother was choosing a maid for the God, but the God didn't like her, so..." He waved his hand dismissively, "It's nothing serious."
The hand behind Bei Jun pinched him, and Bei Jun hissed in pain. He immediately realized what was happening and nodded repeatedly, his voice trembling, "Yes... Third Brother is right, that's... that's it."
He kept his head down, not daring to look his older brother in the eye. Only after the suffocating cold around him disappeared did he tentatively raise his head. Sure enough, his older brother was no longer at the door.
After a long pause, Bei Jun finally let out a long sigh of relief. The muscles in his legs had become stiff. If Nan Jun hadn't been supporting him, he would have knelt down on the spot.
He had never felt such pressure when facing the Divine Lord Sufeng, so he only felt respect for the Divine Lord and not much fear. But when facing the Eastern Lord, he felt both awe and fear. These two extreme emotions made it extremely difficult for him to bear.
Fortunately, Dongjun is not often in the divine realm and cannot be seen every day, which saved Beijun's life and prevented him from being scared to death.
Nan Jun found it strange, "Why are you so afraid of Big Brother? I think Big Brother is very good to us."
Bei Jun gave him a resentful look, "Sigh, you don't understand what it feels like to be at the bottom."
Bei Jun's cultivation level is the lowest among the four brothers. In this world where spiritual power is paramount, low cultivation is a cardinal sin. As the saying goes, a higher-ranking official can crush you, and this applies to cultivation as well.
It's strange, though. The four of them were cultivating together and starting from the same point, so why is he such a waste?
It seems that even gods value talent; if your talent is inferior to others, nothing you say will help.
Seeing Bei Jun's distressed expression, Nan Jun laughed and said, "Knowing that you are not as skilled as others, you still don't practice properly and just run to the training class every day. Do you know that people are saying behind your back that you are just a pretty face with no substance?"
Bei Jun curled his lip: "Let them talk. I'm enduring humiliation for the sake of the God Realm's grand plan. They'll all thank me in the end."
Nan Jun sighed helplessly and helped Bei Jun leave Shangqing Palace.
At the foot of Mount Futu, on the edge of the Black Sea, a moon-white robe fluttered in the wind.
With a pair of phoenix eyes scanning the entire divine realm, Su Feng could not find Qing He's whereabouts.
He was surrounded by breathtaking seascapes and idyllic mountains, yet he was all alone.
He suddenly felt a little flustered and scared; this feeling came inexplicably yet naturally.
What if he never sees her again? What if she blames him for kicking her off the mountain?
The mere thought of such a situation was unbearable, and he would never allow it to happen.
His gaze suddenly turned cold, and he channeled his spiritual power into one hand, spreading his divine sense to instantly envelop the entire Floating Pagoda Mountain.
Su Feng closed his eyes, and the mountains in his spiritual sea became clear and transparent, and he could see every living being clearly, but Qing He was not among these countless people.
A sharp pain shot through his chest, and Su Feng subconsciously frowned. His spiritual energy was intermittent, but he still did not give up the search.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his body began to sway until he could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground.
The drops of blood falling at his feet instantly turned into golden liquid the moment they touched the earth, dispersing and dissolving into the soil, disappearing without a trace.
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