Quick Transmigration: Drama Queen's Daily Life-Chapter 878 - 867: The Cowardly Emperor

"Who dares to touch my elder brother?" Following a spirited shout, Ye Ying stood in front of Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu’s expression changed, and he shouted angrily, "Who allowed you to come out? Go back!"

However, it was too late. The moment State Preceptor Gao Zhuo caught sight of Ye Ying, a strange light burst forth in his eyes.

"Did she consume the fruit of Yin Yueju?" With that, he rushed directly towards Ye Ying.

Zhang Yuwen and his martial uncle’s faces also changed drastically upon hearing Yin Yueju, looking at Ye Ying in amazement, but they simultaneously took action to stop him.

Ye Qiu, however, silently memorized the name, Yin Yueju? Is this the thing that made his sister’s physique unique? The pearl indeed came from a plant; truly, the world is full of wonders, and this kind of seed he saw for the first time.

The State Preceptor was stopped, but the guards were not. Ye Qiu and Ye Ying started to take action simultaneously. Though their Cultivation Techniques seemed significantly different from Zhang Yuwen’s, being preoccupied with dealing with the State Preceptor, they hadn’t noticed yet.

"Surrender, Gao Zhuo, you are no match for us." Zhang Yuwen’s uncle coldly shouted.

"Surrender? And let that little girl go to you? When did the Qingyuan Sect start to take interest in cauldrons?" Gao Zhuo sneered sinisterly, his eyes filled with determination. Had he known the little princess, often looked down upon, had such fortune, why bother nurturing Ye Song and Ye Tai? His wounds had long healed, and how could these two stop him?

"Absurd, do you think everyone is as sordid as you? Our Qingyuan Sect will only protect her." Zhang Yuwen said righteously.

With a sarcastic smile, Gao Zhuo retorted, "You might think that way, but I doubt your sect would remain pure-faced with cultivation greatly increased. Honestly, why not indulge together in the Mortal World even if you defeat me; bringing the princess back won’t provide much advantage?"

Hearing his malicious words and seeing his ill-intentioned expression, Ye Qiu’s face instantly clouded with storm, eyes filled with fury.

"Do you think everyone is as sordid as you? Gao Zhuo, surrender now!" Zhang Yuwen, always noble and dignified, felt incredibly disgusted by the State Preceptor’s insinuations.

Ignoring him, Gao Zhuo lost his focus and addressed the uncle, "The young one is naïve, unaware of cultivation hardships. What say you, fellow Taoist?"

"We Qingyuan Sect refuse to commit acts against conscience and morality," replied the uncle.

"Ha, sounds nice, but who knows if you’re plotting to defeat me and enjoy the benefits alone? Unfortunately, you think too little of me; even with old wounds, you’re still not my match!" Gao Zhuo’s expression grew more sinister. Suddenly, several black pearls appeared in his hands, making the uncle’s face change dramatically.

"Retreat quickly, those are Fire Thunder Pearls."

The moment those pearls named Fire Thunder were thrown, the explosive sound was deafening, and surrounding palaces collapsed one after another, even guards without cultivation were blown backward by the explosion waves.

Likewise, the Empress Dowager, also gravely injured, lay on the ground, gazing at the scene in disbelief, unsure why her lover would harm her too.

Just as Zhang Yuwen and his uncle tried to evade the Fire Thunder Pearls, Gao Zhuo sped towards Ye Ying. Ye Qiu, already prepared, wielded an extremely magnificent sword with a dazzling pearl on its hilt and swung it with force, unleashing a fierce Sword Qi towards the State Preceptor.

Gao Zhuo’s face changed dramatically, looking at Ye Qiu’s sword in disbelief, his breath turned rapid, "Is this the Wuyun Sword?"

In the Mingyuan Realm, Wu Yun was legendary, a uniquely gifted Artifact Refining Master, having refined only ten weapons in his lifetime, each capable of shaking the realm. His last weapon was a sword, rumored to be his most prized work, hence named after himself: the Wuyun Sword.

Zhang Yuwen and his uncle also gazed fervently at the sword in Ye Qiu’s hands, especially Zhang Yuwen, whose primary weapon was always a sword. Seeing the legendary best sword, he couldn’t help but feel restless. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Yet, the famed sword had a master. He looked at Ye Qiu with complex emotions, inwardly lamenting his good fortune; the sword was presumably one of his ancestors’ treasures.

He also regretted for the sword, wondering when the world’s greatest sword might return to its former glory.

"To think you were hiding this deep, overlooked in the past. Seems today will not only heal my old wounds but also gain a great weapon, truly worth hiding in the Daluo Dynasty for a millennium." Gao Zhuo laughed heartily, already considering Ye Ying and Ye Qiu’s sword as his possession.

"Quite arrogant aren’t you." Though Ye Qiu’s body appeared frail, his presence was powerful, holding the long sword as if a towering mountain protecting Ye Ying tightly.

Yet, Gao Zhuo was no simpleton either; able to remain in a Mortal Dynasty for a millennium, wielding authority for so long, certainly he had skills to match.

Magic Treasures and weapons appeared as if they cost nothing in his hands, Zhang Yuwen and his uncle now surrounded, letting Ye Qiu catch his breath.

The longer the battle dragged, the less favorable it was for the State Preceptor. With malicious eyes fixed on Ye Ying, he laughed unscrupulously, "I’ll come back; you may thwart me for a moment, but can you for a lifetime? Hahaha..."

After letting out bold words, he laughed a while, then threw numerous talismans, escaping amid the chaos as Ye Qiu and others scrambled.

Unwillingly watching his retreating figure, Ye Qiu dared not pursue further. Firstly, Gao Zhuo himself admitted living for so many years, who knows what cards he still holds? Secondly, Ye Qiu himself was yet new to cultivation, how would he handle his sister Ye Ying?

From the earlier conversations, it could be deduced that consuming the fruit of Yin Yueju greatly changed his sister’s physique, becoming a potent supplement for any cultivator. Though Zhang Yuwen remained upright, his uncle might not; who guaranteed resisting temptations?

Ye Qiu’s suspicions were undoubtedly correct; with Gao Zhuo fleeing, neither he nor Zhang Yuwen nor his uncle gave chase.

The uncle’s eyes remained on Ye Ying, filled with interest, "Princess, may this old man check your pulse?"

Ye Ying warily responded, "No need, I’m perfectly healthy."

"The old man means no harm, only considering your health. Suppose the princess indeed consumed the fruit of Yin Yueju, unforeseeable trouble may arise in the future."

"I’ll deal with my troubles myself." Ye Ying still refused.

"What exactly is this Yin Yueju?" Ye Qiu asked Zhang Yuwen and his uncle, stepping forward to obstruct the uncle’s gaze.