"No one in the world would treat their own flesh-and-blood son this way. You despise me, not just because you hate Empress Li, but because you know I am the child of Empress Li and ’it’, so you hate me. Haha, Ye Chengtian, you truly are laughable, any man would be unwilling to wear a green hat. Only you have put it on yourself willingly, and in your eagerness to do so," said Ye Beiming, his phoenix eyes lifted in cold laughter. "Shut up!" Ye Chengtian, as if driven mad, punched at Ye Beiming. Ye Beiming swept away his fist with one hand, causing Ye Chengtian to stagger, nearly falling to the ground. "Are you going to agree or not?" Ye Chengtian looked at the man before him. The facial features he shared with Empress Li, almost perfectly contoured, yet none of it inherited from him. "What if I don’t agree?" Ye Beiming chuckled. This man, even now, still sought to threaten him. Does he not realize that I could kill him in an instant? "If you don’t agree, your fiancée is going to suffer," Ye Chengtian said softly. Ye Beiming’s face changed, but he quickly regained his composure. "Ye Chengtian, you really are senile. Do you think I would care about a woman more than myself?" Ye Beiming chuckled lightly, but there was not a trace of warmth in his smile. "Ye Beiming, if you didn’t care, why would you personally ask for her hand in marriage? If you didn’t care, why have you been sending people to Xianju Country these days? Since her departure, your emotions have been easily stirred, a father knows his son best, after all, I did raise you for more than a decade," Ye Chengtian, as if uncovering Ye Beiming’s secret, was excited and glared at him. The smile on Ye Beiming’s face slowly faded. He had always thought he was best at concealing his emotions, but when it came to Yun Sheng, he indeed lost control. So when Chen Lianlian informed him that she knew of Yun Sheng’s whereabouts, he rushed over immediately. He had lost contact with Yun Sheng for a full two months now, and as the recruitment for the Mainland Elite Camp drew closer, there was still no news from Yun Sheng who had gone to Xianju Country. Ye Beiming’s heart was lifted with apprehension. Ever since the last mental resonance, he had been unable to contact Yun Sheng. There must be something in Xianju Country, the home of the Elf Clan, that prevented him from contacting Yun Sheng. "Even if what you say is true, what can you do about it? She is not in Great Zhou now, and your minions are not powerful enough to reach Xianju Country," Ye Beiming forced a laugh. "Someday she will return, and if at that time, I reveal her true identity to outsiders, guess what reaction her companions, her family, and those so-called Hunter Soldiers will have? I think the Summoning Court will not let her off," said Emperor Zhou Ye Chengtian, who didn’t come to power by chance; his schemes were still no less profound than Ye Beiming’s. He leaned close to Ye Beiming’s ear and whispered a sentence. Ye Beiming was struck as if by lightning. "How about it? I keep this secret, you pledge loyalty to the Great Zhou Imperial Family, and forever remain your Beiming King," Emperor Zhou Ye Chengtian watched with satisfaction as the smile on Ye Beiming’s face disappeared bit by bit. He laughed heartily and left the Heavenly Prison. Ye Beiming stood in the Heavenly Prison for a whole night. At dawn, Ye Beiming walked out of the Heavenly Prison. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩 The selection for the Mainland Magic Elite Camp proceeded as scheduled, and Yun Sheng was still absent, as if she had vanished, with no one knowing her whereabouts. Ye Beiming had thought of going to Xianju to find her, but deep down, there was always a voice reminding him that Yun Sheng would be fine. The bond of their Magic Souls became his last bit of comfort; he could sense that she was not dead. As long as he’s still alive, there will come a day when he will find her. "Beiming, stop thinking about it. Report to the Elite Camp first. As soon as there is news of Yun Sheng, we will notify you," Zhan Li finally persuaded Ye Beiming, and a group of people accompanied him to the Mainland Elite Camp. Without Yun Sheng, Chen Lianlian also smoothly passed the selection and earned a spot in the Magic Elite Camp of the continent. After the death of Crown Prince Ye Beilian of Great Zhou, Empress Qi quickly fell out of favor. Noble Princess Consort Wenren was newly enthroned as the Empress, and her six-year-old son was established as the new Crown Prince of Great Zhou. Time flies; unknowingly, Yun Sheng had already been missing for three years, and no one had heard any news of her during this time. During these three years, Ye Beiming never returned to Great Zhou. Little Ci’en Hall operated smoothly with the support of the Imperial Doctor and Doctor Fan. Everything seemed to be no different from usual. Penglai Country, the most mysterious existence among the Five Great Countries of the continent. Unlike the other countries, Penglai Country is not large in territorial area, nor is it a hidden realm like Xianju Country. Penglai is also known as the country on the sea, with over ninety percent of its territory being maritime. Different from the other four countries, there is no Royal Family here. The true royalty here is the Summoning Court, the leading organization of Summoners. After leaving Xianju Country, Hu Jiusheng rushed back to Penglai Country with the Blood Flood Dragon. "Reporting to the Holy Pope, the Ninth Summoner has returned," a guard dressed as a Summoner reported to a man engrossed in reading scrolls. Upon hearing this, the man raised his head. He was a man as gentle as a spring breeze, dressed in crimson Pope robes with nine dragons entwined on them, wearing a Pope’s crown on his forehead, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and deep and ocean-like eyes. Upon closer inspection, this man bore some resemblance to Xia Wenxu. But compared to Xia Wenxu, this man was slightly older and seemed more austere. This person was Ji Fang, the Pope of the Church Court and the de facto ruler of Penglai Country. An unemotional Hu Jiusheng entered and on seeing the Pope, she knelt on one knee: "Holy Pope, I have brought back the Three-winged Blood Jiao." "Jiusheng, you’re back. You’ve worked hard," the man’s eyes were filled with joy. He personally stepped forward and helped Hu Jiusheng up. Looking at her beauty, which was still as captivating as when they first met, a scarcely noticeable obsession flickered in the man’s eyes. "You’ve been through a lot these past few years," the man held Hu Jiusheng’s hand, and she frowned slightly, coldly withdrawing her hand. The man seemed accustomed to her coldness; although slightly displeased in his heart, he didn’t speak of it. Years ago, the Summoning Court dispatched Hu Jiusheng as the Ninth Summoner to go undercover in Xianju Country. The purpose was twofold: one was for the Three-winged Blood Jiao. "It is my duty. I was unable to find the Divine Artifact, please forgive me, Archbishop," Hu Jiusheng had no extra expression when facing the Holy Pope. "No matter. The claim that Xianju Country has one of the Eight Desolate Divine Artifacts was merely a rumor. That you have acquired a Blood Flood Dragon of Secondary Dragon Clan level means you have done very well," Ji Fang sighed inwardly. Not surprisingly, it was Hu Jiusheng, with her Eight Desolate Bloodline, who could subdue a Lord Level Demon Beast in such a short time. "Jiusheng, I have missed you these few years you were away," Ji Fang’s expression subtly changed as he gazed at Hu Jiusheng. He noticed Hu Jiusheng seemed to be lost in thought.