The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 557: If You Can’t Steal Here, Then Steal Somewhere Else

Chapter 557: If You Can’t Steal Here, Then Steal Somewhere Else

Yun Yubai shot him a glance, "So, nothing’s going on between you and Jialan, right? If there’s nothing, I’ll be off."

With that, he turned to leave.

"Master Yun, wait a moment!" Qingwu stopped him.

Although he could explain how Yun Yubai had broken the formation, he still couldn’t just let him go.

He continued, "Two of my disciples have been murdered one after another, and now the Immortal World is full of danger. I hope Master Yun can come to Jialan so we can discuss strategies together."

Feigning surprise, Yun Yubai slightly widened his eyes. "Both killed? Grand Elder, could it be that you’ve offended someone, and they killed your disciples to vent their anger?"

But inside, his heart was already churning with shock.

Though the Celestial Sovereign is powerful, he sure has a poor sense of judgment.

Clearly, it was Qingwu who killed them himself, yet he’s blaming it on others.

It seems he has no real feelings of a master toward Ye Qingchi.

Qingwu’s face stiffened slightly at the mockery, but he remained composed and sighed, "It’s possible. As their master, I must investigate thoroughly, find the culprit, and let them rest in peace."

Yun Yubai felt nauseated, but said with a smile, "Grand Elder truly loves his disciples, a model of a great master! In that case, I will pay a visit."

Speaking grateful words, Qingwu had his disciple hand Yun Yubai a token and personally escorted him up the mountain.

Many sect leaders and elders had already gathered at Joy Spring Platform.

Having cultivated for a thousand years, Yun Yubai was now in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. But in terms of combat, there were few here who could match him.

He rarely appeared in public, so everyone was a bit startled to see him.

Before long, the leader of the Seven Peaks Sect arrived with the other peak masters.

"Junior Brother, how did you get here faster than us?" the leader of Seven Peaks Sect asked, surprised.

Yun Yubai remained seated, not bothering to rise and salute. He shrugged, "I heard the bell ring and thought the Celestial Sovereign had awakened, so I came over right away."

He had always been unruly, and as the Seven Peaks Sect’s strongest fighter, neither the sect leader nor the other peak masters were surprised by his lack of etiquette.

The sect leader, however, said, "Judging by your expression, it doesn’t seem like the Celestial Sovereign has woken up."

"No." Yun Yubai grew a bit impatient. "Grand Elder Qingwu’s two disciples have both died, so he’s gathered us here to discuss strategies and find the culprit."

The sect leader gasped, "Both... dead? That Ye Qingchi had just reached the early stage of Golden Core."

"Indeed, quite unfortunate." Yun Yubai remarked. "But luckily, it wasn’t my disciple. I wonder who the Grand Elder offended. Maybe they couldn’t defeat him, so they killed his disciples instead."

"Watch your words," the sect leader scolded softly. "You should take this as a lesson. Don’t be too arrogant, or it could cost Yun Shen his life."

Yun Yubai’s eyes flashed with thoughts, but he casually replied, "Understood."

Qingwu, listening to their conversation through a mirror, dismissed some of his suspicions toward Yun Yubai.

He made a hand sign, sending a spell to discreetly circulate around Joy Spring Platform, allowing him to detect if anyone was hiding souls.

Once Yan Buxiu of Penglai Island arrived, most of the key figures from the six great sects were present.

Why "most"? Because from Jialan, only Qingwu and another elder were there.

Jialan was guarded by four great elders, and with the Celestial Sovereign having reached the Immortal realm, the sects all looked to Jialan as their leader.

"Grand Elder, where are the third and fourth elders?" Yun Yubai asked.

Both of them were sword cultivators, capable of exchanging a few moves with him.

Qingwu replied, "The Celestial Sovereign’s immortal soul was damaged, so they went to the North Sea to search for ancient spiritual medicines and haven’t returned yet."

Yun Yubai’s mind stirred, and he glanced at Qingwu again.

Could it be that you secretly killed them?

Then Qingwu, teary-eyed and grieving, began to speak about his disciples being murdered, their souls torn apart.

Everyone was furious and began offering suggestions.

In the end, it was decided that all sects would strengthen their patrols and search for any suspicious individuals.

Once the decision was made, Qingwu kept Yan Buxiu and five other sect leaders behind, while the rest of the peak masters and elders were allowed to leave.

He set up a formation for private discussions.

Yan Buxiu noticed the soul-searching spell and asked, "Qingwu, what exactly is going on?"

Qingwu’s dark, deep eyes swept over the five of them. In a few words, he explained the situation. "I’ve checked, and no one is missing, and the soul-searching spell has found nothing..."

The five of them were all stunned.

Not to mention that the Glassy Bottle under the Spirit Trees of each sect was being coveted, this person also knew of the heinous acts they committed a thousand years ago. If this got out, they would be utterly disgraced!

"We must catch this person!" one sect leader clenched his fists, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Yan Buxiu was the first to calm down and said, "This person may not be from within our sects. A thousand years ago, that demonic woman appeared out of nowhere, unaffiliated with any sect, yet her cultivation was extraordinary. This person could be one of her subordinates, or even from the same sect."

Qingwu nodded, "It seems highly likely."

At that moment, Yan Buxiu’s face suddenly changed. He clutched his chest and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Everyone was shocked and rushed to ask what had happened.

Yan Buxiu, pale and straining, said, "The barrier I set has been broken! The Glassy Bottle... has likely been stolen!"

"What?!" The five of them were ashen-faced.

They were all in this together—they couldn’t just stand by and do nothing.

Though Yan Buxiu had only coughed up blood because the barrier was broken, it hadn’t affected his spiritual power or core.

They immediately mounted their swords and rushed to Penglai Island.

Sure enough, the forbidden area under the Spirit Tree, which had been guarded by disciples, was now filled with unconscious bodies, and even a senior elder had been gravely injured.

Yan Buxiu staggered, and upon seeing the empty stone platform, his vision darkened, and he nearly fainted.

Qingwu caught him, saying, "Island Master Yan, you must hold on!"

"Hold on?! Hold on to what?!" Yan Buxiu was almost hysterical, pointing to the Spirit Tree’s roots. "Can’t you see? Without her core and flesh nourishing it, the roots are already showing signs of withering! Without spiritual energy, what will become of Penglai Island?!"

Qingwu replied, "That person is cunning, using a diversion. But if they’ve stolen the Glassy Bottle, they’ll likely hand it over to that demonic woman. I’ll send people immediately to find out who’s meeting with Chu Nanli. We’ll definitely be able to get it back."

Yan Buxiu nodded at first, but then his eyes turned sinister, and he asked, "But what if this person isn’t connected to that demonic woman or her sect? What if they’re just trying to use the core’s power for their own cultivation?"

Then there’d be no point in watching Chu Nanli!

Qingwu was left speechless.

Indeed, if the thief hid away, they wouldn’t be able to find them.

Yan Buxiu suddenly gave Qingwu a meaningful glance, then turned his gaze to one of the sect leaders.

He was the palace master of Limitless Palace, the weakest among them.