Imperial Treasure

Chapter 1415 - 822: Dream? (2)

"Foolish, Foolish, I’m waiting for you to come back..."

A deep sigh.

And less than a thousand meters away from Zhiyuan Residence, this courtyard is noticeably smaller yet even colder and more desolate than Zhiyuan Residence. Sometimes, the influence of a residence on people is far less than the influence of people on a residence.

The protagonist harbors a wasteland in his heart; thus, the residence lacks vitality.

At this moment, in a bedroom, there is no light, no fire, Bai Yuanxiu, dressed in a single garment, looks through the window at a certain place.

His eyes are deep, slowly typing a message on the phone screen.

—Begin.

Meanwhile, in another distant area...almost on another hemisphere.

In a dim and damp underground space, the ground is filled with casualties, blood flowing like a river, water dripping in the darkness, accompanied by the sound of footsteps, like a duck’s webbed feet on mud, or perhaps a beast is feeding, shadows swaying in the dark...

A man with a broken leg crawls with both hands...grabbing the nauseating mossy stones, crawling forward...before the shadow enfolds him, his palm presses on the raised stone slab on the wall.

Buzz...

Light arrives, the Gate of Heaven opens.

He sees Heaven, yet is already dragged into Hell,

The flesh splatters.

The watch tumbles out of his pocket, emitting a faint glow on the ground.

It’s orienting.

Clearly.

Meanwhile, in another place.

On a barren and desolate desert road, filled with thick cacti, the temperature is unbearably hot, atop a massively built SUV, sits a short-haired woman, bare-chested, indifferent to the ghastly wounds on her arm, merely pinching the throat of a bird resembling both a duck and a green-beaked pelican with a slender hand.

"Find her, or I kill your whole brood."

"Get lost!"

The plump duck quacks in grievance and anger, glancing at its brood of ducklings below, then reluctantly flies away...

Yi doesn’t even glance at it, merely lowering her head to play with a crescent-shaped stone slab, her brows furrowed.

Elsewhere, the air is icy cold, ice mountains and snow...

Amidst the majestic ice mountains stands an ice castle.

Snowflakes swirl.

Inside the castle.

Northern Ice Wolf Clan.

Several white-robed elders look grave.

"Indeed, that one has appeared, silent for ten years, why suddenly emerge, is it related to that matter?"

"Just received news, the sacred site pointed by the Totem has been occupied by someone, our Northern Ice Wolf Clan returned empty-handed... The more parties involved, the worse for us... That woman is related to Wu Jue that pervert, might very well be the same person, if she shows the terrifying means from back then, I’m afraid we..."

"For her, currently, we should focus on engaging and probing, no need to directly set an attitude."

"I agree, but the problem is how to probe, send someone over to test?"

The opinions vary.

On the main seat, the middle-aged man whose hair is as white, seeming to merge with the icy snow, opens his eyes, ice-blue pupils utterly lifeless.

Looking at the handsome man sitting below.

Handsome as if chiseled by a knife.

Ice mountains piercing the soul.

"Landis, find her, become her friend... or locate the pearl Mo Luo left by the Mo Family in Western Europe, get her! If you accomplish both... the Northern Ice Wolf Clan is yours!"

After saying this, he turns into omnipresent ice and snow, vanishing without a trace.

Landis lowers his head, ignoring the envious or astonished gazes of others, bows.

"Understood."

After leaving this icy hall, his subordinate appears behind him.

"She’s back, any news about Natasha and the others who disappeared together?"

"Not yet, the Rose Royal Family is still controlled by the Round Table Elder members restraining each other, but ten years have passed, even if she’s back, she’ll likely be overwhelmed, won’t trouble the Young Master."

Landis’s expression remains indifferent: "In the past, I owed her somewhat, do you know what it shows?"

"Ten years ago, she was already the Master of the Rose Royal Family."

"But I am still just a Young Master now."

"Time waits for no one."

Though the Northern Ice Wolf Clan dwarfs the Rose Royal Family in strength, the difference between being the head of the family and being a Young Master is stark; if he doesn’t reach the peak, he’ll always be under the likes of Natasha, not to mention now the world is globalized in Martial Arts, masters everywhere, giants are revealing their prowess, it’s extremely dangerous.

"Send the news to China! Let the powerhouses of that world join in... If it must be chaotic, let it become even more chaotic!"

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The following dawn, in the bright kitchen, Sui Yi fills a glass with water, takes a sip, watching the morning light slowly climb onto the tender leaves of the grapevine, she inadvertently loses concentration, to the point that even when Ye Xiuling calls her, she remains unresponsive, thankfully she calls a second time.

"Sui Yi, want breakfast? Porridge or something..."

"Hmm? Porridge then."

Sui Yi snaps back to reality, smiling slightly.

Her gaze falls upon Wang Qing coming downstairs...

Ye Xiuling, holding her and Sui Yi’s breakfast outside, along with some side dishes, can’t help but worry upon seeing Wang Qing: "Miss Zhou, why is your complexion so pale, are you feeling unwell?"

Though Wang Qing’s cold elegance is arguably the iciest and plain among all the beauties in this house, solely based on appearance, she is somewhat more endearing than Pu Qinghan, for her pale complexion lessens her cold elegance, adding a touch of delicate pallor, evoking pity.

It’s uncertain what kind of ordeal forced such an orchid-like girl into this state.

Wang Qing shakes her head, "Nothing’s wrong, Auntie... just didn’t sleep well."

Ye Xiuling looks at her, then at Sui Yi, silently wondering how these martial arts masters can have a lack of sleep that affects their complexion?

But strangely enough, both have suddenly become fatigued.

Almost as if exhausted last night,

The gaze makes Sui Yi and Wang Qing feel uncomfortable.

What kind of look is this...