Little Yu, Go Back With Big Sister

Inside his dantian, the small cauldron glowed intensely. After a long while, it spat out a ball of light.

Ye Yu reached out and took it. After examining it closely, he said with some regret, "It's actually a Nine Heavens Soul Summoning Grass."

The Nine Heavens Soul Summoning Grass was a valuable item, the primary spiritual medicine for refining the Nine Revolutions Soul Returning Pill. It possessed the ability to bring the dead back to life and heal grievous wounds. Having a Nine Revolutions Soul Returning Pill was akin to having an extra life.

However, for Ye Yu at the moment, its use was limited.

The Nine Revolutions Soul Returning Pill was a peak Grade 8 pill. Ye Yu currently lacked the ability to refine it. Furthermore, the other ingredients needed to concoct the Nine Revolutions Soul Returning Pill were also extremely rare.

After pondering for a moment, Ye Yu put the Nine Heavens Soul Summoning Grass into his storage ring and entered a state of meditation to rest.

Three days passed in a flash.

During this time, Qingzhou had been in an uproar. In the western part of Qingzhou, a desolate region, there was a sudden disturbance in spiritual energy, leading to speculation that a secret realm had appeared.

On the eve of the War of a Hundred Dynasties, the sudden emergence of a secret realm in Qingzhou had stirred the ambitions of various dynasties.

News even spread from the Yunlei Two States, indicating their intention to contend for this secret realm.

Over these three days, Ye Yu had been activating the small cauldron daily. However, just like before, it had only produced high-grade spiritual medicines that were currently of no use to him.

Since he had never visited this secret realm in his past life, Ye Yu had no idea what might happen inside. "Forewarned is forearmed," he thought, and decided to refine some pills to take with him.

With this decision made, Ye Yu left the palace.

The capital of Great Qin bustled with activity. While it lacked the prosperity of Great Yan, the people living there seemed relatively carefree.

Under the deliberate arrangements of Qin Wushuang, the news of Ye Yu, the former Crown Prince of Great Yan, arriving in Great Qin had already spread.

The citizens of Great Qin were very welcoming to this Crown Prince who had once made a name for himself in Qingzhou. They weren't foolish; Great Yan had been inferior to Great Qin in the past. Who was responsible for Great Yan's development to its current state within just over a decade, despite the ensuing wars?

The people lived and worked in peace.

It was all thanks to this Crown Prince!

Amidst the kind greetings of the people, Ye Yu slowly approached Lingyun Pavilion.

Lingyun Pavilion was the foremost merchant association in Qingzhou, with businesses spanning across the Qingyunlei Three States.

There was a saying in Qingzhou: at Lingyun Pavilion, if you can afford it, there's nothing you can't buy.

Of course, this statement might have been an exaggeration, but it was enough to illustrate Lingyun Pavilion's power and the vastness of its commercial reach.

In the past, for the sake of Great Yan's livelihood and to promote its economic development, Ye Yu had interacted with many high-ranking officials of Lingyun Pavilion. Now, he was quite familiar with the place.

"Xiao Yu!"

Just as Ye Yu was about to enter, a familiar voice called out from behind him.

Ye Yu frowned and turned to look. He saw Ye Qingxuan and another person standing not far behind him, staring intently at him.

And the voice calling "Xiao Yu" belonged to Ye Qingxuan.

"You two really are like shadows, haunting me. You've even followed me all the way to Great Qin," Ye Yu said coldly, his voice laced with impatience.

"What kind of attitude is that!" Ye Qingshuang's face darkened as she reprimanded him.

Even though her master had told her that Ye Yu was a Grade 7 alchemist, Ye Qingxuan remained skeptical. In her eyes, Ye Yu was nothing more than a sycophant. If it weren't for the poison on Ye Qingxuan's body, she would never have come to find him.

"Shut up! Xiao Yu, come back with us. Only you can cure Second Sister's poison. Can you help Second Sister just this once?" Ye Qingxuan snapped at Ye Qingshuang before speaking to Ye Yu.

Upon hearing this, Ye Yu let out a cold laugh and looked at Ye Qingxuan playfully. "If you weren't poisoned, would you have come looking for me?"

"What are you saying? You're my brother. Second Sister would always bring you back," Ye Qingxuan said, her expression slightly unnatural.

"Do you feel no shame saying that?" Ye Yu's mocking voice rang out. He then lifted his shirt.

Ye Qingxuan hadn't yet realized what Ye Yu was about to do.

The surrounding onlookers collectively gasped.

Beneath the thin fabric of his shirt, his body was covered in hideous and terrifying wounds.

The scars left from the Nine Nether Blood Spring had faded considerably, but many more were fresh injuries.

These were all inflicted over the past year in the Great Yan Imperial Palace, under various pretexts sought by these so-called sisters.

No matter how powerful the Illusory Dragon Wind Lightning Body was, it only strengthened the physical body; it couldn't heal scars.

These scars were a testament to Ye Yu's achievements, and also a record of his humiliation.

"What, Second Sister thinks I haven't suffered enough and wants to take me back to add a few more wounds?" Ye Yu sneered.

Ye Qingxuan's eyes narrowed, and she replied, "It's all because you did something wrong. If you hadn't done anything wrong, would I have treated you like this?!"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes. Everything you say is right." Ye Yu lowered his shirt, agreeing blandly. He then completely ignored the two of them and turned to walk into Lingyun Pavilion.

"Stop right there! By doing this in front of everyone, aren't you just trying to make us apologize to you and beg you to come back? For Second Sister, I can apologize to you, but whether you go back or not isn't up to me!" Ye Qingshuang gritted her teeth, her brows furrowed with unwillingness, as if uttering those words was a great humiliation.

Ye Qingxuan took a deep breath. "Ye Yu, my patience is limited. Don't push your luck!"

"What, can't keep up the act of the good sister anymore?" Ye Yu asked, looking at the cold-faced Ye Qingxuan playfully.

"Do you really want me to reveal your secret? I'm warning you, don't force my hand. If I reveal it, none of us will have an easy time!" Ye Qingxuan threatened.

Before she had fainted, Ye Qingxuan had seen a fleeting flash of blood-red light within the image recording stone.

Although she hadn't seen it clearly, Ye Qingxuan believed it was irrefutable proof of Ye Yu colluding with the Demon Race.

"Oh? My secret? Then tell me about it," Ye Yu said, intrigued, wanting to know what leverage Ye Qingxuan thought she had over him.

"Fine! You said it yourself, so don't blame me for not holding back!" Ye Qingxuan's tone was icy. She then took out an image recording stone from her storage ring and handed it to Ye Qingshuang.

Since Ye Qingxuan couldn't currently channel spiritual energy, she naturally assigned the task of playing the recording to Ye Qingshuang.

Ye Qingshuang took it, giving Ye Qingxuan a suspicious glance, but after not hesitating for long, she began to infuse spiritual energy into it.

Soon, the image recording stone shone brightly, and a picture began to appear above everyone's heads.

Ye Qingxuan glanced at the growing crowd around them and then at Ye Yu, saying, "It's not too late to regret this. Are you going to give me the antidote or not!"

"Play it quickly, I'm curious too. Stop dawdling," Ye Yu said, looking at the screen and waving his hand.

Hearing this, Ye Qingxuan glared hatefully at Ye Yu, then signaled Ye Qingshuang to continue the recording. Fearing that the crowd wouldn't understand, she added kindly, "This is an image recording stone from the Crown Prince's Eastern Palace in Great Yan. Take a good look, and see what kind of person the Ye Yu you all admire truly is!"