Han Zhiyuan’s prediction was correct. They quickly became suspects, especially with Feng Yu’s striking white attire drawing attention. Normally, their Great Martial Master’s cultivation level would exempt them from suspicion since even the Holy Maiden couldn’t catch them, indicating that this person’s strength was at least above that of a Martial King. However, there are many rare treasures in this world, such as flying artifacts, so anyone could be a suspect.
Han Zhiyuan lied without changing his expression, and a few young men even blushed and vouched for him. However, the reality was that everyone cast suspicious glances at Han Zhiyuan, while Feng Yu, in her all-white outfit, was not doubted at all.
Especially the patched old Daoist, whose ambiguous smile made Han Zhiyuan’s hair stand on end.
“Boundless Heavenly Venerable, could it be you, little friend?” The old Daoist’s deep and inscrutable smile was full of interest, making it hard to guess his intentions.
Han Zhiyuan shrugged and raised his eyebrows, “Do I look like it?” The old Daoist’s expression of “You are” made Han Zhiyuan’s mouth twitch.
Then, the old Daoist conveyed the meaning of the Luoshui Sacred Realm to Han Zhiyuan and Feng Yu. The Luoshui Sacred Realm declared that they would invite the Supreme Elder, renowned throughout the Nine Heavens Continent for his mastery of time laws, to use these laws to reverse time and uncover the truth of last night.
The Dao of Time is the most mysterious. Even a Martial King with mastery over it can contend with a Martial Emperor, demonstrating its formidable nature. Not only was Han Zhiyuan surprised, but even Feng Yu raised an eyebrow.
Of course, the Luoshui Sacred Realm also stated that if the person responsible came forward voluntarily, their people would be spared from punishment. Otherwise, they wouldn’t show any mercy.
“Should we explain?” Han Zhiyuan looked at Feng Yu. If he said he just wanted to set up a meeting between the two most beautiful people on the Nine Heavens Continent, Han Zhiyuan believed he would be killed instantly by the angry fairies.
“Do you want to die that badly?” Feng Yu raised an eyebrow.
Han Zhiyuan choked. He knew that the Luoshui Sacred Realm wanted to kill not just a peeping pervert but to protect their dignity and authority. Feng Yu’s strength was undeniable, so in the end, it would all fall on Han Zhiyuan.
Damn it!
“We must leave tonight,” Han Zhiyuan said seriously.
Feng Yu merely glanced at him lazily and then raised an eyebrow, “Admit it yourself?” she asked pointedly.
Han Zhiyuan: …..
“Survival is paramount.” Besides, he’s a nobody, and Feng Yu also entered under a hidden identity. Once they’re out, with the vast world, who will know who they are?
Moreover, since the Luoshui Sacred Realm invited that elder, the truth would eventually come to light. So, if they don’t escape now, when will they?
Feng Yu remained expressionless, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
However, they ultimately couldn’t leave and were blocked. Embarrassingly, they were stopped halfway. In hindsight, it would have been better to stay in the room openly.
“Reckless and audacious!” Various accusations flew.
Led by their noble and beautiful Holy Maiden, the fairies of the Luoshui Sacred Realm surrounded Han Zhiyuan and Feng Yu, backed by many passionate men and women from the four major sacred realms. Everyone looked down on them with anger and contempt, focusing their ire on Han Zhiyuan.
“If I say it’s a misunderstanding, will you believe me?” Han Zhiyuan touched his nose, completely unaware of the peril a lowly Great Martial Master should feel.
The onlookers twitched their mouths. Shouldn’t he be trembling in fear? Crying and begging for forgiveness?
“Whether it’s a misunderstanding will be clear once Elder Qiu examines your memories,” the Holy Maiden said loftily, her voice pleasant yet intimidating, evoking a sense of reverence.
Han Zhiyuan then noticed a woman in her thirties, charming and dignified, with eyes as deep as the universe. This was Elder Qiu, the one who practiced the Dao of Time. Though over five hundred years old and of Martial King level, her strength was unfathomable.
Han Zhiyuan was alarmed. He had many secrets, not to mention his otherworldly origin. If his relationship with Feng Yu was revealed, it would cause a sensation. Memory is the most private aspect of a person; how could it be exposed to all?
Han Zhiyuan immediately looked wary and frowned, “Last night’s incident was indeed a misunderstanding. Believe it or not, but probing my memory is out of the question.”
If he had to die, he would die with dignity. After all, Feng Yu needed no worry from him. As soon as he finished speaking, even Feng Yu looked over in surprise.
However, before Feng Yu could speak, Elder Qiu coldly said, “This is not up to you!” She suddenly extended an ethereal hand, grabbing at Han Zhiyuan.
The situation happened in an instant. Not only was Han Zhiyuan caught off guard, but even Feng Yu was taken aback. The principle of the strong prevailing was evident here—actions spoke louder than words.
“Presumptuous! Courting death!” Feng Yu instantly became furious. In a flash, the suppressed cultivation of a Great Martial Master surged, spreading in all directions. The intense pressure instantly swept away the onlookers.
However, the distance between Elder Qiu and Han Zhiyuan was only two or three meters. Such a short distance for a Martial King proficient in the Dao of Time was negligible. Even if Feng Yu’s speed was several times faster, it was hard to stop her.
Han Zhiyuan was shocked. But at that moment, everyone heard a scream, and Elder Qiu, who had been so confident, was suddenly sent flying. A golden light from Han Zhiyuan’s hand and Feng Yu’s divine light struck Elder Qiu simultaneously.
Han Zhiyuan was stunned. Before he could think, a voice rang out in the sky, “Who dares to disturb my Luoshui?!”
Three beautiful white-haired women appeared out of thin air. The dark sky was suddenly split by a transparent barrier, completely enveloping the Fairy Peak. The pressure from the three women was immense, especially the one in the middle, whose strength was unfathomable.
The three first looked warily at Feng Yu. Confirming she hadn’t made a move, they all turned to Han Zhiyuan, specifically to the seemingly ordinary copper piece in his hand. It was this piece that emitted a golden light and repelled Elder Qiu.
The woman in the middle, with a cold expression, then smiled at Feng Yu, “So it’s the Peacock King. We didn’t expect such an esteemed guest.”
Peacock King? Everyone was shocked. In the Nine Heavens Continent, who didn’t know the Peacock King? This legendary figure, a supreme being among the demon tribe, was standing right before them.
“You call this a welcome?” Feng Yu coldly scanned the crowd encircling them, subtly protecting Han Zhiyuan.
Han Zhiyuan felt warmth in his heart, but also a sense of guilt. He knew in this world of strict hierarchy, it was best for a lowly Great Martial Master like him to stay silent.
The cold-faced woman didn’t get angry but frowned and looked behind her. The Holy Maiden stepped forward respectfully, “Grandmother.” She briefly explained the situation. This woman was Liu Jing, the head of the Luoshui Sacred Realm, now a thousand years old.
Liu Jing glanced at Han Zhiyuan and then returned her gaze to Feng Yu, “Who is this person to the Peacock King?” To her, Han Zhiyuan was insignificant.
Everyone held their breath, curious, especially those who had witnessed the intimate scene the previous night.
Feng Yu’s response was like a bombshell, shocking everyone, even the thousand-year-old Liu Jing.
“He is my Dao companion,” Feng Yu said lightly.
Silence. Everyone was stunned, including Han Zhiyuan. Was this a case of unintended consequences? But the previous night’s words still echoed in his mind. Feng Yu’s response seemed deliberate. Han Zhiyuan felt a mix of astonishment and complex emotions, along with a deep sense of guilt.
After the initial shock, Liu Jing quickly regained her composure, “Since he’s the Peacock King’s Dao companion, it must be a misunderstanding.” But if the Peacock King weren’t at the demon emperor level, would it still be a misunderstanding?
“If it’s a misunderstanding, step aside and stop blocking our way,” Feng Yu said coldly, showing no sense of being in someone else’s domain.
Unexpectedly, Liu Jing turned to Han Zhiyuan, “Peacock King, don’t be hasty. Last night’s incident can be overlooked, but the item in his hand must be left behind!”
Liu Jing’s words, though calm, were unyielding. Han Zhiyuan’s heart skipped a beat. This copper piece was found in the ruins of a sage in the Emperor’s Broken Mountains, seemingly insignificant. At the time, he didn’t want it, but the black egg insisted. Now, its power and importance were clear.
“Oh? On what grounds?” Feng Yu’s eyes darkened, and her tone grew colder.
“Does the Peacock King truly not know? This is a Dao-inscribed copper left by a sage in the Emperor’s Broken Mountains, a treasure of our race, meant to be kept by us.”
So, it was a great treasure. Han Zhiyuan swallowed. The two most valuable items from the sage’s ruins in the Emperor’s Broken Mountains, the Celestial Grass and this copper piece, were both picked up by him.
Feng Yu didn’t seem interested in these disputes and just said, “He found it himself. If you want it, discuss it with him.” She wasn’t attached to worldly possessions, and Han Zhiyuan, with the copper piece, was just a Great Martial Master.
Liu Jing frowned, and everyone stared at Han Zhiyuan.
Seeing Feng Yu stepping back, Han Zhiyuan had no choice but to step forward and bow to Liu Jing, “Junior Han Zhiyuan greets the Realm Lord. I did find this copper piece in the Emperor’s Broken Mountains, but…”
Before he could finish, Liu Jing coldly interrupted, “Then hand it over!”
