Chapter 793: 793. Huang Zhaoyue’s Secret
Chapter 794: 794. Your Disgusting Pale Aura
The barrier between the Sumeru Realm and the Real World was terrifyingly strong. It was almost impossible for an entity from the outside world to appear here unless the rules allowed it.
From his observation, both Huang Shikui and Huang Ye were likely mere projections sent to this place by a formation. They possessed no actual power. However, it was impressive that Huang Zhaoyue could even bring projections into this realm, which likely consumed a considerable amount of rare spirit materials.
Normally, the sensing range of such projections was limited to within the formation. They couldn’t sense anything outside of it. But just in case, Xia Feng withdrew his gaze and didn’t look at Huang Ye further.
Only then did Huang Shikui’s voice ring out, “Imperial Father, this is the Abyssal Bone Flower that Zhaoyue found.”
“Blood Bone Gives Birth to Twin Flowers.” A majestic, resonant divine voice boomed, like a great bell, yet tinged with pity. “Zha’er, where is the other one?”
“The other one?” Huang Shikui was startled. He frowned and looked at the black and white woman. His initially excited expression gradually sank. There was another one?
Huang Zhaoyue’s expression remained calm, showing no panic at being exposed. She simply nodded and made a gesture. The white flower at Xia Feng’s feet levitated and flew towards the darkness within the cave. Grasping the twin flowers, Huang Zhaoyue casually raised her fox-grey eyes. Under the watchful gaze of a god and a human, she swallowed the twin flowers.
Only then did Huang Shikui breathe a sigh of relief. His previously gloomy expression instantly vanished, replaced by a bright and gentle one. He asked with concern, “Zhaoyue, how do you feel? How long until your bloodline stabilizes?”
As he spoke, it was visible to the naked eye that the left side of Huang Zhaoyue’s face, which had been entirely in a shadow-like state, gradually took form. Her divine face was completely restored, so fair it seemed to faintly glow. Her fox-like eyes were indifferent, exuding a cold, noble beauty. However, her left side remained in a shadow-like state. The ancient dragon head that emerged from the darkness still coiled beside her cheek, its dragon eyes closed. Her body was showing signs of recovery, but it would likely take a few more days. Yet, the moment Huang Zhaoyue’s incredibly beautiful divine face appeared, Huang Shikui was stunned, unable to suppress the surging love and… desire within him.
With her face finally complete, Huang Zhaoyue raised her hand to touch it, her delicate brows furrowed. Huang Shikui quickly stepped forward with concern, suppressing his excitement. “Are you alright, Zhaoyue? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?”
However, as soon as he approached within two meters of Huang Zhaoyue, the shadow-like lines on her body began to flow intensely. A terrifying, abyssal black energy wave surged outwards— “Buzz—” Huang Shikui’s pupils contracted sharply. His already pale face became even more ashen. He bent backward and flew backwards with a whoosh, crashing directly into the edge of the formation.
“Bang!!” The edge of the formation lit up with patterns of light. Within the radiance, a vision of a palace appeared. Huang Shikui seemed to be in a certain palace. His true form flew backward and slammed into a stone pillar, then slowly slid down.
It was at this moment that Xia Feng finally sensed Huang Shikui’s strength and cultivation realm. He was actually only in the True Martial Realm? Not even a Venerable???
Xia Feng couldn’t help but be astonished. This second son of Huang Ye should be thousands of years old. Logically, even if he wasn’t a Sage, he should at least be a Venerable. After all, he had a Heavenly God father. With the blessings of authority and divinity, even a pig could soar. However, Huang Shikui appeared to have the age of thousands of years but his strength and maturity did not match.
Leaning against the stone pillar, Huang Shikui spat out a mouthful of blood and stood up, somewhat disheveled. “Heh heh~ That really hurt~~” he muttered, adjusting his collar. He showed no signs of anger, still smiling heartily. “But Zhaoyue, the force this time was much gentler than before. It seems the ‘Abyssal Depravity’ has indeed lessened considerably.”
“Imperial Father,” Huang Zhaoyue looked up at the divine seat, her voice faint. “The Abyssal Bone Flower has been consumed. Is there anything else?”
Huang Ye nodded imperceptibly. The divine seat and its divine shadow instantly dispersed. Only a resonant echo remained in space: “Zha’er, remember, you can do anything you wish, but everything must be for the greater good.”
Huang Zhaoyue lowered her head and said softly, “Yes.”
“Also, upon your return from the Sumeru Realm, the wedding ceremony will commence.” Huang Zhaoyue’s expression remained unchanged. She nodded. “Yes.”
As the golden light completely dissipated, Huang Shikui, who was standing beside them, heard that the long-delayed marriage was finally confirmed. He grinned, the excitement in his eyes completely unconcealed. “Zhaoyue, rest assured, I, this Prince, will definitely prepare our wedding properly and guarantee a huge surprise for you! When you return—”
“Bang—” Another wave of ethereal light erupted from Huang Zhaoyue as the center, directly annihilating Huang Shikui’s projection, cutting off his words abruptly. The golden light patterns on the rugged ground also gradually faded and dispersed. The cave returned to silence.
Huang Zhaoyue stood by herself in the center of the cave, hands behind her back, eyes closed, seemingly lost in thought. Xia Feng, hidden in the shadows, watched with growing unease. From their conversation, it seemed Huang Ye intended for his second son to marry Huang Zhaoyue to complete some plan. As the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat. The more you know, the faster you die.
Overhearing such a massive secret, Xia Feng felt something was not right. He dared not linger any longer and turned to flee. But the moment he turned, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and his pupils contracted sharply.
“Where do you think you’re going?” the serene female voice asked faintly. It was the woman in the cave who spoke, slowly opening her beautiful eyes.
Xia Feng: “…” He finally understood. The “unlucky teleportation card” that said he would be transported to a dangerous area really wasn’t lying. It turned out the Calamity Mist and Bloodworms from before weren’t the real danger, you bastard!
“Come in,” a faint command came from within the cave. Xia Feng was startled, knowing he couldn’t escape. If he didn’t go in, this woman would surely kill him directly. But it didn’t matter. He was just an incarnation, what could this woman do to him? He calmed himself, carrying the natural aversion and killing intent towards women in his bloodline, and slowly stepped into the depths of the cave.
After passing through two layers of sealed light doors, he saw the woman standing in the center of the cave, clad in a saintly white trench coat, her robe fluttering. “You heard everything?” the woman asked faintly, her back to him.
Xia Feng’s tone was also calm. “Since Your Highness the Imperial Concubine already knew of my existence, why did you allow me to eavesdrop earlier?”
Whoosh— Xia Feng’s vision hadn’t even processed the movement before the black and white female figure appeared before him, white clothes fluttering, hands behind her back, hovering in the air, her fox-grey beautiful eyes looking down with disdain. Beneath the cold Spade mask, Xia Feng’s pupils contracted sharply. His Dragon Spirit Blood instantly boiled, and an unprecedented sense of oppression washed over him, making it difficult to breathe. This wasn’t caused by being crushed by a higher status, but by being crushed by an opposing bloodline of equal status but with greater purity and strength.
“I smelled your disgusting pale aura from afar, Spade… no, I should call you — Xia Feng.”
“Is that correct?” Huang Zhaoyue’s fox-grey eyes were calm, but her indifferent tone was filled with terrifying dread, speaking words that made Xia Feng’s scalp tingle.
“…” As expected, this person recognized my identity long ago!
