CHAPTER 493
Attitude, Surprise
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War seemed imminent, though no one knew when it had begun. It appeared all four realms were already engaged in combat.
All three disciples had left. Ye Qinghan's mother had also accompanied him on a stroll, since Ye Qinghan intended to return the Demon Emperor's throne to her.
She disliked being Demon Emperor; she simply wanted to be a mischievous fox.
Li Shiyao returned to the Eastern Realm, while Dongfang Jue headed back to the Northern Garrison headquarters.
But Ye Qinghan and Mother Ye headed for the Northern Realm.
Three months had passed since Miaomiao became a disciple. As the fifth disciple, her strength didn't even match that of an outer sect disciple.
Still, with the magical artifact her master had given her, few could truly threaten her.
In the Lingxian Hall, Su Cheng now found himself without tasks. Seated before his desk, he took up calligraphy practice—a rare pursuit for him.
He spent quite some time writing the four characters: "Everything Under Control."
Yet he remained unsatisfied, even as the paper Miao Miao had prepared neared its end, still without a single satisfactory piece.
The model he was copying was Xun Ye's calligraphy. Xun Ye's writing was beautiful, much like the man himself.
Sharp as if carved by chisel and axe.
"Such leisurely grace."
The remark seemed sudden, yet it felt as natural as ever—just like in his memories, not jarring at all, but rather reassuring.
"Not bad."
The Lingxian Hall should have been spring-like year-round, yet now a cold wind swept in, making the long robes rustle.
As the voice—one that seemed to require censorship, one that seemed to demand payment—reached his ears, the temperature within Lingxian Hall instantly plummeted to freezing.
"You brought war into this world."
Yet even so, her voice remained as warm as ever, rich with emotion.
One needn't turn to know her meaning.
"If I had brought this war, it wouldn't have dragged on until today."
Su Cheng didn't turn around. He merely crumpled the paper on the table and tossed it aside.
He then took another sheet of paper and spread it on the table.
Just as he was about to put pen to paper, his hand was seized.
"What are you trembling for? Your Excellency, are you afraid?"
"Nonsense~"
"Is it me you fear, or death?"
"If I must choose one, then it's you I fear."
"What's there to fear? I'm not going to eat you~"
"As if you haven't eaten me before…"
"You know it was an illusion. Otherwise, wouldn't my husband be the first to rebel?"
Su Cheng said nothing more. Ever since she'd taken hold of the power to judge, he hadn't won a single time against her.
In every single way.
Thank goodness it was just an illusion. Su Cheng dared not imagine what would happen if this woman ever took over the inner city—he feared even his desk might end up stolen by her…
This woman loved everything—just like a fox spirit, never leaving empty-handed. Whenever she came, she never went back with nothing.
"Something on your mind?"
"Given our relationship, do I need a reason to see you?"
"Not exactly, but it'd be best if you did. Otherwise, I'd be genuinely worried."
Hand in hand, her fingers clasped by the uninvited intruder, Su Cheng wrote four characters on the paper.
【Blade of Judgment】
Her handwriting was usually beautiful, but these four characters, written with her hand held, seemed crooked and uneven. Su Cheng’s aptitude for calligraphy was apparently lacking.
"Aren't you going to look back at me?"
"No, I'm afraid you'll stab me."
"How could that be? How could I bear to?"
"You said the same thing the last time you stabbed me."
Su Cheng would never forget the look on Ye He's face when she learned of Xun Ye's death.
In an instant, that Sword of Judgment pierced through his body.
Truthfully, it hurt like hell. Even with a demigod's physique, that blow left him bedridden for a full six months.
It wasn't until Ye Qinghan annihilated the Pingyun Sect that he began to recover.
"You have a way, don't you?"
"There is a way."
"If you can bring my sister back, I can still be a loyal subject and a capable general—a good little fox~"
As the words fell, pure power surged into the brush in his hand. The brush that had been writing moments ago froze instantly into a razor-sharp blade. With just a light thrust…
…the brush instantly pierced through the table…
"If you fail to bring her back, then prepare… for the judgment of the gods."
Su Cheng gave a helpless smile. He felt he might be the most frustrated Lord in history.
"Rest assured, this isn't just for you. I promised her, and I will never go back on my word."
"This time, I will rewrite your future."
That fellow seemed to sense something, or perhaps overheard a hint.
"Heh, us?"
Su Cheng affirmed firmly, "Yes. You. All of you."
Ye He slowly released Su Cheng's hand and turned away.
"I hope you can deliver on your promise."
Standing back-to-back, Su Cheng remained resolute.
"Who do you think I am? I always keep my word."
Ye He slowly walked out the door, only to find a girl wielding a scythe standing beside it, glaring angrily.
"Hmph~ Now this is interesting~"
"Youwei, stand down!"
At the command, Chu Youwei slowly sheathed her scythe and stepped aside.
Moments later, Ye He's figure vanished. Su Cheng sat expressionless in the courtyard, facing Chu Youwei.
"Youwei, you're too impulsive. She's not someone you can handle."
Chu Youwei's expression was even more resolute than Su Cheng's.
"Master, I'm not afraid."
"Heh, I know you're not afraid, but your master is. That creature is like Xiao Ai—a Godslayer King. That's not an existence you two can handle."
Chu Youwei remained silent, appearing to accept whatever her master said as truth.
Yet the stubborn glint in her eyes clearly told a different story.
Su Cheng could imagine that if that sly fox pushed things any further, this guy might just burst into the room…
"Youwei, trust your master. As long as you don't draw your weapon, she won't harm you. I still have that much influence."
"Master, I trust you. As long as you behave, I won't do anything foolish. I still have enough sense."
"Youwei, you're becoming more and more disobedient!"
"How could that be? Youwei is the most obedient~"
"Then, Youwei, could you do your master a favor?"
Chu Youwei was quite willing: "Of course. I'd walk through fire for you."
Su Cheng smiled: "Go get ready. I'll take you to a banquet."
Chu Youwei looked puzzled. A banquet?
What kind of banquet?
But Chu Youwei didn't ask further, simply following her master quietly.
In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the Leviathan-class aerial garden—a space-level war fortress, a decisive weapon.
Residence No. 11.
"Xiao Ai greets the Master and pays respects to Miss Youwei."
Chu Youwei bowed slightly. Xiao Ai, as her master's attendant, conducted herself with steady composure and impeccable manners. From every angle, she was beyond reproach—worthy of Chu Youwei's formal greeting.
"Youwei greets Lord Gu Ai. Good afternoon, Lord Gu Ai."
Su Cheng smiled and shook his head, then turned to Xiao Ai: "Xiao Ai, send for two attendants to help the young lady change her attire."
At Xiao Ai's call for attendants, Amber appeared instantly, accompanied by two female soldiers clad in armor.
Amber pushed her gold-rimmed glasses up her nose before speaking gently.
"Miss Youwei, please follow me."
With that, Chu Youwei briefly left her master's side and followed Amber to the treasure chamber.
This was a side chamber of the Treasure Chamber, accessible via the corridor behind the throne.
This was the Pure White Sanctuary—a place where no one except Xiao Ai and Amber was permitted to enter without authorization.
Even He Guang needed to submit a formal request beforehand to gain entry.
"Miss Youwei, please feel at ease. Come in."
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