My Silly, Sweet Wife

”Great Ming King?”

Upon hearing Meng Po utter those three words, Wuzhu’s face turned somewhat fierce.

To Wuzhu, the words ”Great Ming King” were very jarring.

”Hmph, Meng Po, what do you mean by mentioning him now?” Wuzhu suddenly stood up, angrily glaring at Meng Po: ”In this world, even if all people were to perish, I would never acknowledge him. Yet you dared to bring him up in front of me? Are you trying to infuriate me?”

Meng Po forced a slight smile, the wrinkles on her face making her appear somewhat eerie: ”Sect Hierarch, so many years have passed, after all, you were brothers in apprenticeship. Even the deepest grievances should be resolved, shouldn’t they?”

”Nonsense!”

Wuzhu forcefully stabbed his cane into the ground, creating a deep pit.

Meng Po was moved, but continued: ”Sect Hierarch, I know these years you’ve felt very aggrieved. Back then, we all followed the Netherworld Emperor. I was the emperor’s maid, and you had the chance to become the Great Ming King. Only your senior brother got ahead first. There’s no Great Ming King left in this world now, and your grievances should be let go. If you do have the chance to see him again, there’s no need to harbor past conflicts.”

”No need to harbor?” Wuzhu laughed derisively: ”Back then, when the Netherworld Emperor needed people around him, both Xuanyuan Wudi and I did very well. But at the critical moment, Xuanyuan Wudi, afraid I might take the Great Ming King’s position, had me poisoned unconscious and thrown out of the Hidden Sect, to Great Cold Mountain. If not for the Witch God Sect Master taking me in, I’d probably be dead already. Do you know? Xuanyuan Wudi cared too much for power his whole life. Even though he luckily didn’t die back then, if I ever see him again, I’d definitely kill him to quell my rage.”

Looking at Wuzhu’s fierce expression, Meng Po sighed deeply, ”Sect Hierarch, I know Xuanyuan Wudi had a strong sense of ambition, but maybe when he threw you to Great Cold Mountain, he had his reasons?”

”Reasons?” Wuzhu scoffed: ”Meng Po, I know you admire Xuanyuan Wudi. You were infatuated with him back then and still can’t let go despite half your body in the grave now. But at this point, with the new Netherworld Emperor appearing, I have hopes of becoming the Great Ming King. Who cares about Xuanyuan Wudi? He had reasons? I scoff at that!”

Meng Po said softly, ”Sect Hierarch, remember? When the Great Ming King was named, perhaps Xuanyuan Senior Brother sensed something wrong and threw you unconscious to Great Cold Mountain to avoid involving you. Not long after you arrived at Great Cold Mountain, chaos broke out in the Hidden Sect, so...”

”What did you say?” Wuzhu froze: ”You mean, Xuanyuan Wudi was trying to save me, that’s why he...”

Meng Po smiled wryly: ”I’m only guessing. But I’ve heard that the Ten Kings back then, except the Seven Kings still in the Hidden Sect, Xuanyuan Senior Brother escaped and once held the Young Master. With Xuanyuan Senior Brother’s abilities, if he could feel the bones, recognizing the Young Master’s identity shouldn’t be hard. Now that the Eternal Life Hall has risen again, and the Hall Master happens to be the Young Master, we’re very relieved, but don’t you find it too coincidental?”

”What do you mean?” Hearing Meng Po’s words, Wuzhu showed a heavy expression: ”You mean someone is behind these arrangements?”

Meng Po shook her head: ”I’m not sure, but the Hidden Sect Seven Kings know the Witch God Sect’s Master is you, and your loyalty to the Netherworld Emperor is no less than Xuanyuan Senior Brother’s. So if the Eternal Life Hall Master is the Son of Nether Emperor, the Witch God Sect would easily submit. Now it seems that’s indeed the case. The Longevity Pill is just one aspect, and your loyalty to the Nether Emperor is as clear as heaven and earth. But I’m afraid if this is merely a scheme, then...”

”Meng Po, I’ll reflect.” Wuzhu understood.

He directly interrupted Meng Po’s words.

Meng Po said no more and bowed out.

Wuzhu sat with eyes closed on the rattan chair, his mind turning.

Meng Po was right, his loyalty to the Netherworld Emperor is as clear as heaven and earth.

Even now as the Witch God Sect Hierarch, he has never betrayed the Netherworld Emperor in his heart.

Now that the Son of Nether Emperor has emerged, Wuzhu would definitely support him without hesitation.

But if the supported Young Master is false, then it would mean harming the true Young Master.

In the eyes of the world, the Witch God Sect was wicked, but to Wuzhu, worldly people are just pedantic, what do they know of right or wrong?

Thus over the years, Wuzhu not only refrained from legitimizing the Witch God Sect but increased its intensity.

Originally, he didn’t even expect the Hidden Sect to return, to avenge the Nether Emperor.

But no one expected the Young Master to appear.

With happiness came expectations, hoping someday to be named Great Ming King by the Young Master, fulfilling a life’s wish.

But now, seeing this wish on the verge of fulfillment, Meng Po actually suspected the Eternal Life Hall Master wasn’t the Young Master.

”Someone, notify that I want to see the Hall Master!” After thinking long, Wuzhu finally decided.

Instead of waiting for Xuanyuan Wudi to identify the Young Master, it’s better to ask directly.

It’s been so many years, who knows if Xuanyuan Wudi is even alive?

Should he wait a lifetime for uncertainty over truth?

Moreover, with the Witch God Sect’s power now, Wuzhu doesn’t believe the Eternal Life Hall can do anything against him.

Meanwhile, Ye Guichen and Yang Hongfu, led by An Long, were at the edge of Falling Immortal Valley.

Since here was rumored to have been an Immortal’s fall, it surely was a feng shui treasure.

Even before approaching, Ye Guichen felt the rich spiritual energy rushing at him, making him feel invigorated, tempting him to meditate.

But now was evidently not the time.

”Who would’ve thought, in a place like Great Cold Mountain, there’d be such picturesque and spiritually abundant spot!” Yang Hongfu lived long on Qingcheng Mountain, under Zhang Chonglou’s influence, naturally having unique feng shui insights.

Just with a glance, Yang Hongfu was attracted to Falling Immortal Valley.

If it weren’t for knowing the Eternal Life Hall sat here, Yang Hongfu would’ve been tempted to cultivate here.

”Mr. Ye, Master Yang, I can only bring you this far. It’s said once you enter Falling Immortal Valley, the toxic barriers will be triggered, and I’ve heard many Ghost Birds live here. The Eternal Life Hall people seem to use some secret technique to avoid being killed by Ghost Birds, but outsiders who go in, once pecked by a Ghost Bird, will likely perish!”

Staring at Falling Immortal Valley, An Long appeared deeply wary.

Hearing the words ”Ghost Bird,” Ye Guichen suddenly became excited.

He just happened to have a Ghost Bird, though it had passed out.

If he could find the eggs of Ghost Birds to feed it to the Ghost Bird he had, it would revive and become powerful.

Ye Guichen not only wasn’t afraid but showed delight.

Yang Hongfu certainly wouldn’t leave easily either.

Since they arrived here, they had no reason to depart.