Chapter 546: Heading to the Ancient Clan, Xiao Clan's Spot
Central Plains, Eastern Region.
"Swoosh!"
In the clear blue sky, a massive shadow shot across like a black streak of lightning, stirring up a gust of wind mixed with a faint bloody scent. A visible shockwave followed in its wake, gradually spreading outward.
On top of the enormous Thunder Beast were several figures, none other than Mo Yu and his group, who were on their way to the Ancient Realm.
"My dear husband, at this pace, we should reach the Eastern Region by tomorrow. The entrance to the Ancient Realm is located in the center of the Eastern Region, in a city called Ancient Holy City."
Sitting atop the beast, Lei Fei'er, with her elegant charm, smiled slightly as she spoke to Mo Yu.
Before Mo Yu could respond, the two women beside him, Xiao Yixian and Qing Lin, reacted differently to her calling him "husband." Xiao Yixian's brows furrowed slightly, while Qing Lin let out a cold snort.
Ever since they met again that day, Lei Fei'er had been following Mo Yu closely, and naturally, she also encountered the two women who were dear to Mo Yu's heart.
Sensing a certain rivalry, Lei Fei'er often showed affection toward Mo Yu in their presence, subtly asserting her position.
Mo Yu could only shake his head with a bitter smile at this. Though Lei Fei'er was cold and proud by nature, she was anything but aloof with Mo Yu. In fact, she smoothly embraced her role as his fiancée without a hint of discomfort.
What reassured Mo Yu was that although Lei Fei'er was somewhat spoiled, she wasn't unreasonable and didn't go out of her way to make things difficult for Xiao Yixian or Qing Lin. Otherwise, Mo Yu would truly worry about his household being thrown into chaos.
However, just as Mo Yu was feeling relieved, his expression froze the next moment. Lei Fei'er, having heard Qing Lin's cold snort, raised her elegant eyebrows slightly. A thought seemed to cross her mind, and she curled her lips into a smile, speaking softly.
"Qing Lin, you're my husband's servant, and I am his fiancée. If you're so rude, be careful, or I'll ask my husband to kick you out of the house."
Although she mostly meant it as a joke, a hint of pride appeared on Lei Fei'er's cold face. Seeing Mo Yu surrounded by such beautiful women, it was impossible for her not to feel a twinge of jealousy.
Xiao Yixian was a cold person, and with her frightening constitution known as the Woeful Poison Body, Lei Fei'er wouldn't dare to joke around with her. But when it came to Qing Lin, Mo Yu's servant, Lei Fei'er had fewer reservations.
"You!"
Hearing this, Qing Lin's delicate face changed slightly. Though Lei Fei'er had been teasing her for days, she had grown somewhat used to it. Still, the current remark made her a bit angry.
Seeing the smug look on Lei Fei'er's face, Qing Lin's anger flared. But before she could retort, Xiao Yixian whispered something into her ear.
Upon hearing Xiao Yixian's words, Qing Lin's eyes brightened, and she smiled at Lei Fei'er, saying, "Hmph, Miss Fei'er, have you forgotten? You're not the only lady of the Mo family. Sister Xiao Yu is the first wife, while you came later. At best, you're the second wife. Even if Master isn't here, you don't call the shots in this house!"
"Xiao Yu…"
Lei Fei'er's eyes narrowed slightly upon hearing this name. Just as she was about to retort, an elderly voice interrupted the quarrel.
"Hehe, alright now, you little girls quiet down. I've had enough of your bickering all the way here."
The speaker was Mang Tianchi, an elder of the Thunder Clan and the leader of the group escorting Mo Yu to the Ancient Clan.
As one of the Thunder Clan's high elders, Mang Tianchi commanded great respect, and even Lei Fei'er, normally proud and distant, held him in high regard.
After Lei Fei'er fell silent, Qing Lin obediently quieted down as well, though her eyes still shone with triumph, leaving Lei Fei'er somewhat frustrated.
Mang Tianchi cast a knowing glance at Mo Yu, as if to say, "Having a harem isn't easy, is it?"
Mo Yu could only respond with a helpless smile of thanks. No wonder the original Xiao Yan never dared to formally bring his beloved women into his household. If he had, even with Xun'er's patience, his home life would have been a disaster.
...
As the day passed with the women's bickering, Mo Yu's group finally arrived at Ancient Holy City.
Once they entered the city, Mang Tianchi led the group into the Ancient Realm.
With the tomb of the Heavenly Emperor about to open, many had arrived. Even the once-fallen Xiao Clan sent representatives, though it was only Xiao Yan and Xiao Yu.
The Thunder Clan, as one of the invited ancient imperial clans, entered the Ancient Realm without any hindrance.
Under the guidance of the Ancient Clan's attendants, Mo Yu marveled at the scenery. Compared to the Thunder Realm, the Ancient Realm lacked some of the former's imposing grandeur but made up for it with a deep, rich heritage.
However, just as Mo Yu's group was heading toward their resting place, a light chuckle echoed from behind them, causing the group to pause.
"Hehe, Mang Tianchi, I didn't expect that the Thunder Clan would send you to lead the group this time."
Five figures slowly approached, led by an elder in a red robe. His aura was as hot and intense as a volcano.
Behind him were four younger figures—three men and one woman. Each had a flaming mark on their forehead, resembling a real flame, giving off an intense heat.
The voice had come from the red-robed elder.
"Oh, it's you, Old Man Yan. The Flame Clan actually let you lead the team? Don't tell me they're running out of capable people?"
Clearly, Mang Tianchi had some old grudge with this person and didn't hold back his sharp words.
Hearing this, Mo Yu was a bit surprised. So these people were from the Flame Clan. No wonder each of them had such strong fire energy.
As Mo Yu studied the group, the young members of the Flame Clan were also sizing up Mo Yu and his companions.
"I didn't expect Lei Fei'er, the Thunder Clan's famed beauty, to join this trip to the Heavenly Tomb," one of the younger men said, his thick eyebrows raised.
"Indeed, she lives up to her reputation. If I were born in the Thunder Clan, I would chase after her no matter what," said a second man, dressed in a white robe and exuding a warm and charming demeanor.
The third man turned to the woman beside him, who wore a light red dress and had her face concealed by a veil. Despite the veil, her delicate features still shone through.
Her bright eyes showed no emotion, and she seemed uninterested in the ongoing conversation.
"Huozhi, you're ignoring us again?" The black-clad man sighed in frustration.
"I'm not interested in Lei Fei'er. But the young man with silver eyes beside her... he intrigues me more," Huozhi finally spoke, her voice cold yet melodious.
"What?"
The three men were stunned. The black-clad man even stammered, "Huozhi, don't tell me you've fallen for him?"
"You idiot, that's not what I meant," Huozhi's face reddened slightly before she continued coldly. "The rumors say the Thunder Clan has produced a god-tier bloodline. I suspect it's him."
"A god-tier bloodline?" The three men were shocked, their eyes now full of interest as they looked at Mo Yu. Could it be that they had encountered the legendary god-tier bloodline of the Thunder Clan?
At that moment, the red-robed elder, having exchanged some sharp words with Mang Tianchi, turned his gaze toward Mo Yu, his eyes burning like magma.
"This must be the god-tier bloodline holder from the Thunder Clan, Mo Yu, raised outside the clan. I'm surprised your clan would bring such a treasure here, aren't you afraid he'll be killed along the way?"
"Who dares!" Mang Tianchi's voice boomed, all trace of his previous joking demeanor gone. A terrifying aura radiated from him, as if he had become a god of thunder.
"Mo Yu is our Thunder Clan's god-tier bloodline. Anyone who dares to harm him will face a battle to the death with our clan!"
Mang Tianchi's thunderous voice was clearly meant not only for the Flame Clan elder but also as a warning to any lurking threats.
Throughout history, many god-tier bloodline holders from ancient imperial clans had been assassinated, and Mang Tianchi knew this all too well. His words were a firm declaration, echoing the will of the Thunder Clan's leader, Lei Ying, a powerful eight-star Dou Saint.
Anyone who dared touch Mo Yu would face the wrath of the Thunder Clan!
After delivering his warning, Mang Tianchi's eyes swept over the area, and his electric gaze silenced any would-be plotters. With a cold snort, he turned and led Mo Yu's group away.
As they left, the red-robed elder's eyes narrowed slightly, lingering on Mo Yu. No one knew what thoughts were running through his mind…
"Thank you, Elder Mang," Mo Yu said gratefully once they were out of earshot.
"Haha, no need to thank me! You're the Thunder Clan's god-tier bloodline. If we can't protect you, I won't be able to face our ancestors!" Mang Tianchi's mischievous grin returned, and he laughed heartily.
Mo Yu smiled in return, though he kept the elder's kindness firmly in his heart.
"Alright, now that we've reached our resting place, take some time to relax. The Heavenly Tomb is about to open, and we elders won't be able to enter. You and Fei'er must be cautious in there," Mang Tianchi advised.
Mo Yu and Lei Fei'er exchanged a glance and nodded in agreement.
…
Three days passed quickly, and on the fourth day, Mo Yu's group finally emerged from the guesthouse, ready for the opening of the Heavenly Tomb.
Led by a group of Ancient Clan guards, they boarded a unicorn beast and flew toward a mysterious part of the Ancient Realm.
After about ten minutes, the unicorn finally stopped in a rugged mountainous area, where many powerful figures had already gathered.
As Mo Yu scanned the surroundings, his gaze fixed on three black-robed figures hovering in the air. A chilling aura emanated from them.
"Soul Clan..." Mo Yu's silver eyes narrowed.
"Be careful, my dear husband. The leader of the Soul Clan is Hun Ya, a notorious figure among the younger generation. He's extremely dangerous. If you encounter him in the Heavenly Tomb, stay alert. The Soul Clan harbors ill intentions toward any god-tier bloodlines from other imperial clans," Lei Fei'er whispered into Mo Yu's ear.
Mo Yu nodded, his silver eyes flashing coldly.
"Over there, that group is from the Medicine Clan," Lei Fei'er continued, pointing toward several figures floating nearby, all marked with a medicinal gourd symbol on their foreheads.
"And you've already met the Flame Clan."
"To the west, that's the Stone Clan. Due to their unique bloodline, their bodies are incredibly powerful, rivaling some of the top magical beasts," Lei Fei'er explained.
Mo Yu's gaze shifted westward, landing on a group of people with gray-white skin and stone patterns on their foreheads.
However, what puzzled Mo Yu was the absence of Xun'er from the Ancient Clan and Xiao Yan from the Xiao Clan. Could his actions have caused some sort of butterfly effect, changing the course of events?
Just as Mo Yu was lost in thought, the sound of something cutting through the air suddenly echoed. A giant unicorn beast descended from the sky.
On the unicorn were none other than Xun'er from the Ancient Clan, Xiao Yan representing the Xiao Clan, and Mo Yu's long-awaited fiancée, Xiao Yu...
(Chapter End)
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