Capítulo 962: Chapter 810: Piaomiao_2
“Your legion of wives hasn’t co over yet?” Ying Wu stood in front of the space portal and asked, “Since you’re looking for Jiuyou, are you going alone to seek death?”
Zhao Changhe smiled, “She may not necessarily kill . I have so business to discuss with her.”
Ying Wu gave him a strange look, “Are you in a bad mood? Is there sothing here that makes you emotional?”
“Nothing. Just my period.”
“…” Ying Wu couldn’t be bothered to ask and instead said, “The Demon God Jiuyou isn’t soone you can normally talk business with. Are you sure there’s no problem with going like this? Maybe I should go with you, at least you’d have more help.”
“I agreed to et her alone.” Zhao Changhe blinked, “When she set this arrangent, I actually wanted to laugh because to think that a grand second-ranked Demon God, at the Imperial Realm Third Layer, one of the top Demon Gods throughout history, wasn’t confident enough to face with my crowd of friends and wives.”
Ye Jiuyou: “…”
I’m not lacking confidence against you and your wives, but rather lacking it against one nad Ye Wuming among them.
On the surface, this eting is a prelude to dealing with Ye Wuming together, but who knows what the exact relationship between the two of you is. This arrangent is a test. If Ye Wuming and Zhao Changhe are still together, just Ye Wuming alone can be a huge trouble, and if you add in your legion of wives, then there’s no ga to play.
But now we truly know, no matter what Ye Wuming might think, Zhao Changhe indeed hasn’t planned for Ye Wuming. This ans, in Zhao Changhe’s own heart, he really is going to this eting alone.
Where does he get this courage from, isn’t he afraid of backstabbing…
Is he risking everything just for Cui Yuanyang?
With these thoughts swirling, Zhao Changhe had already crossed the spatial bridge, standing in the sa space where she was.
Zhao Changhe looked ahead, this place was the continuous Snow Mountains. It was already early sumr, yet snow still drifted here, falling piece by piece on his shoulder.
This wasn’t the weather; it was the cold born from Jiuyou’s cultivation. The re disturbance of the aura from cultivation could affect the weather, bringing snow to the vast mountains.
This shouldn’t be Jiuyou’s own territory; her territory should be a bottomless abyss like Han Chi, the Jiuyou Abyss, Ninth Layer Netherworld. This place was rely her chosen eting location; she wouldn’t leak her headquarters to Ye Wuming, who followed with the Heavenly Book.
Yet here too existed a ntal disturbance similar to the Han Chi Ice Abyss, which was familiar, the kind of dead, desolate intent from Ye Jiuyou that seeped into the soul, making one feel incredibly lonely, as if they’re going mad in an isolated dark and twisted wilderness. This spiritual oppression can be withstood but is very exhausting, causing a headache and making the body feel as heavy as lead.
This isn’t Jiuyou’s deliberate suppression; rely because she frequents this place, it naturally beca like this.
And the mountains seen before him appeared chaotic, casting a mirage-like double image, leaving him unable to discern which was which or whether the direction seen was leading him to where he wanted to go.
This truly was the real Ye Jiuyou, completely different from the Li Family’s Lady who was suppressed with no achievents by Ye Wuming before, or the split soul that was stealthily attacked in the Longevity Heaven Secret Realm. Like two different people.
At that ti, her main body must have been confronting Ye Wuming. Any soul power dared to split would undoubtedly be very weak; if she dared to split a bit more, she might have been beaten to death by Ye Wuming. rely splitting a tiny bit already gave her a cheap advantage.
In the distance were two mountaintops, each with a person sitting cross-legged, Zhao Changhe glanced and chose one of the mountains.
The so-called chaos, for one now capable, finding the true path wasn’t difficult.
Cui Yuanyang and Piaomiao gazed steadily at Zhao Changhe walking against the wind and snow. To conserve energy for the upcoming battle, he neither flew nor used instantaneous movent, but trod slowly through the snow on the mountain, moving forward slowly under Jiuyou’s environntal suppression.
Of course, with his pace, it looked slow, but in reality, it was quite fast. Before long, he was at the mountaintop.
Zhao Changhe looked up at Piaomiao, who was sitting cross-legged before him, and softly said, “Yangyang, I’ve co.”
Piaomiao also looked steadily at him. From when he knew Cui Yuanyang was missing to standing here before her now, it took a total of thirteen days.
But this efficiency was bought with Zhao Changhe’s life at stake.
His tone was gentle, but he stood several yards away, with Dragon Sparrow in hand, pointing diagonally at the ground—that was vigilance, ready for any battle.
Cui Yuanyang was tumbling in the sea of consciousness, “We agreed, if he can co within a month, I get to control the body first!”
Piaomiao secretly replied, “Wait a mont, let say a few words to him.”
Since she didn’t respond imdiately, Zhao Changhe said, “You are Piaomiao.”
Piaomiao answered, “Yes. Greetings, King Zhao.”
King Zhao… Zhao Changhe savored the title and finally understood. Piaomiao was the manifestation of human Qi veins, different from other Demon Gods. She valued human duties, seeing Zhao Changhe as the backbone of Great Han, a key figure for the peaceful living of Divine Continent’s people nowadays.
But her voice and tone were coolly indifferent, the sound still that of Yangyang, yet giving the complete impression of another person.
Zhao Changhe sighed and saluted, “We should have been friends.”
Piaomiao calmly said, “We can be now as well.”
Zhao Changhe said, “The Divine has occupied my wife’s body; before resolving this matter, you and I cannot be friends.”
“This is a reincarnation body, inherently my body. Even Yangyang herself acknowledges this.”
“I, Zhao Changhe, do not.”
“So you want to kill to return your wife’s autonomy to her.”
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