Gu Qing couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought that the immortal treasure might have fallen into his Saint’s hands.
That was an immortal artifact! If the Yunhua Sacred Palace obtained it, they might become the absolute boss of the entire Central Province in the future!
At this thought, Gu Qing’s eyes sparkled, and his whole body trembled with anticipation.
Beside him, Mo Changye was also trembling, but for a very different reason. He murmured to himself, his soul seemingly lost, “How is it possible... How could the Crown Prince be dead...?”
Then, he shakily picked up his sound transmission talisman and asked in a quivering voice, “Your... Your Majesty, why would the Crown Prince be dead?”
A moment later, Emperor Tianqi’s furious voice rang out again: “You’re asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?! You were the one following the Crown Prince!”
Mo Changye fell silent. It was true. He had been following his Crown Prince the entire time, yet in the brief window while he was out drinking with hostesses...
The Crown Prince had actually died!
After a while, he looked up and saw Gu Qing, who was struggling to suppress a grin. At that moment, Gu Qing’s smile felt like a needle in his eye. He wanted nothing more than to lunge forward and rip that smug look off his face.
“How the hell do you have the nerve to smile?”
Sensing Mo Changye’s gaze, Gu Qing looked up and saw the other man’s murderous expression.
“Ahem...” Gu Qing rubbed his nose and gave a few awkward, fake coughs.
Oh, damn, he had forgotten that this guy’s Crown Prince had just died. He had gotten a bit carried away with his own happiness.
They were friends who had just shared drinks and hostesses, after all; smiling like this was indeed a bit excessive. But whenever he thought about his Saint potentially obtaining an immortal artifact, he just couldn't stop himself from grinning!
“Help me ask your Saint how my Crown Prince died,” Mo Changye said, suppressing the grief and rage in his heart.
He had already made up his mind. No matter who killed the Crown Prince, he would give up his own life if he had to just to get revenge.
The Crown Prince had followed him in cultivation since childhood; they were as close as father and son. Most importantly, the Crown Prince’s mother was his white moonlight... Back then, they had almost...
Sigh... Forget it. The past was better left unmentioned.
Hearing Mo Changye’s request, Gu Qing hesitated for a moment before taking out his sound transmission talisman. He might as well ask, right?
After all, the Tianqi Dynasty had lost a Crown Prince; there was no way they wouldn't investigate. However, he had faith in his Saint’s abilities. Even if he had killed the guy, he surely would have prepared a scapegoat.
“Saint, Saint... Do you know how the Tianqi Crown Prince died?” The talisman was sent, but there was no reply for a long time.
Mo Changye stared intently at Gu Qing and urged, “Why don't you ask again?”
“Fine!” Gu Qing agreed, wondering if his Saint was still busy cleaning up the aftermath, which was why he hadn't replied.
But just as Gu Qing sent his second transmission, a sound transmission talisman appeared in front of Mo Changye. Emperor Tianqi’s voice rang out once more:
“Mo Changye, go and investigate what’s going on with the Tiansheng Sect immediately! Aside from you, the Crown Prince’s entire entourage is dead. The Saint of the Yunhua Sacred Palace is dead too, and the members of the Artifact Forging Sect have all been wiped out...”
“What?!”
Emperor Tianqi’s voice continued, but the smile on Gu Qing’s face froze instantly, replaced by pure disbelief.
What did he mean, his Saint was dead too? How was that possible... That was the Saint of the Yunhua Sacred Palace!
“Your Emperor Tianqi is joking, right?” Gu Qing grabbed Mo Changye’s sleeve and asked with wide eyes.
“Do you think that’s possible?” Mo Changye replied hollowly.
Then, he sent another transmission to Emperor Tianqi, reporting everything about Ye Qingcheng asking the Crown Prince and the others to help with the Monkey-Killing Plan.
He hadn't reported it earlier because the deed wasn't done yet. Besides, he thought that even if they failed, they shouldn't have lost their lives!
Now he realized that this wasn't some wonderful opportunity to kill a monkey and snatch an immortal treasure. Instead, the Tiansheng Sect had used Ye Qingcheng to gather all these Crown Princes and Saints in one place to slaughter them all.
How ruthless!
Listening to Mo Changye’s report, Gu Qing clenched his fists so hard his knuckles turned white. He gritted his teeth and hissed, “That damned Tiansheng Sect actually dared to deceive us...”
Then, Gu Qing also took out a sound transmission talisman. “I’m sorry, Palace Master. I failed to protect the Saint...”
He proceeded to recount how Ye Qingcheng had tricked their Saint. “Let’s go. Let’s see what’s happening at the Tiansheng Sect right now,” Mo Changye said.
With both their Crown Prince and Saint dead, they naturally formed an alliance. “Fine!” Gu Qing agreed, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.
The two of them quietly approached the outskirts of the Tiansheng Sect’s mountain gate. At this time, the Tiansheng Sect was still a scene of bustling activity. The first round of the tournament was reaching its final stages.
Everyone was just waiting for the second round to begin tomorrow... Amidst this festive atmosphere, the disciple responsible for guarding the Tiansheng Sect’s Soul Hall looked pale, appearing as if his own parents had just died.
Because just moments ago, he had seen Saintess Ye Qingcheng’s soul lamp go out...
At first, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. After all, there had been one time before when he thought the Saintess’s soul lamp had extinguished, only to rub his eyes and find it still burning.
So, this time, he initially assumed he was just seeing things again. Who would have thought that even after rubbing his eyes until they were raw, the Saintess’s soul lamp remained extinguished.
The guarding disciple wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and approached Ye Qingcheng’s soul lamp to confirm once more. It was truly out.
The disciple no longer dared to doubt his eyes and rushed off to report to the Tiansheng Sect Leader.
“Sect Leader, there’s an emergency...”
Sect Leader Zhou Hun, who was busy with arrangements, saw that the newcomer was a disciple from the Soul Hall. His heart suddenly sank, and an ominous premonition instantly took hold.
Could it be that one of his disciples had been killed outside? He immediately led the Soul Hall disciple into a hall and asked, “What is it?”
The disciple’s face was white. He hesitated for a long time, only managing to stammer out half a sentence: “Sect Leader... the Saintess... she...”
“Hmm? The Saintess? What happened to her?” Hearing the Saintess mentioned, Zhou Hun’s brows furrowed, and he asked with a hint of impatience.
The disciple took a deep breath, his body trembling slightly. He gritted his teeth and reported in a low voice, “The Saintess’s soul lamp... has gone out!”
“What did you say?!”
Zhou Hun slammed his hands down and stood up abruptly. His eyes went wide as he stared at the disciple in disbelief.
The disciple was so overwhelmed by his intimidating aura that his whole body shook. He could only brace himself and repeat, “Sect Leader... it’s true. The Saintess’s soul lamp just went out!”
Whoosh...
Before the words even finished hanging in the air, a sharp sound of breaking air rang out. Zhou Hun’s figure transformed into a blur, vanishing from the hall and reappearing outside the Soul Lamp Hall in an instant.
He stepped into the hall, his pupils suddenly shrinking. Rows upon rows of soul lamps stood silently within the hall. Among them, the one belonging to Saintess Ye Qingcheng was indeed extinguished.
Zhou Hun’s aura suddenly became piercingly cold, and a majestic pressure spread uncontrollably in all directions.
Ye Qingcheng was the most outstanding female disciple of the Tiansheng Sect, possessed of peerless talent and peerless beauty. More importantly, she was the protagonist of this husband selection tournament.
How could she be dead?
“Who... who would dare to touch the Saintess of my Tiansheng Sect?!” Zhou Hun’s teeth were clenched, and his eyes seethed with monstrous rage and bone-chilling coldness.
After a moment, he suppressed his fury and left the Soul Hall. Returning to the Sect Leader’s Hall, he first sent a sound transmission talisman to Ye Qingcheng.
He wanted to be certain whether it was an issue with the soul lamp or something else...
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