Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 2664 Return
"You're wasting your time; I won't open this barrier."

Li Ji didn't even glance at Yun Zhongjun, who had provoked him for who knows how many times.

He knew in his heart that he had no chance of winning if he faced the White Dog God and the Cloud Lord head-on.

Back in his prime, when the Azure Dragon God fought the White Dog God, the battle almost ended in mutual destruction. Even if he were to be reincarnated, if he were to actually fight the White Dog God, the outcome would be the same.

The idea of ​​trapping the White Dog God and Yun Zhongjun with a barrier was something he suddenly came up with after arriving in Xirong and finding Baili Celing and the others.

At that time, Yun Zhongjun was attempting to hunt down Baili Celing and his group. He faced off against Yun Zhongjun, who was possessed by the White Dog God, and they fought for over a hundred rounds without a clear winner. Yun Zhongjun then turned to pursue Baili Celing and his group. In his haste, he dragged Yun Zhongjun into the North Sea. Suddenly, they were summoned by a powerful force at the bottom of the sea. He then created this small world, trapping Yun Zhongjun and the White Dog God inside.

"If I open this barrier, I might not have the chance to trap you next time."

There are dragon tombs at the bottom of the North Sea. It was with the help of the power of the divine tombs that Li Ji created this small world that was entirely under his control.

Although this small world was not enough for him to eliminate Yun Zhongjun and Bai Quanshen, it was enough to render them unable to resist and trapped here, unable to move.

“Although I’m trapped here, you can’t get out either.” Yun Zhongjun stared at Li Ji. “Aren’t you afraid that Ying Baoyue will die outside while you’re gone?”

Li Ji moved his hand that was resting on his lap.

It would be a lie to say that I am not afraid.

"Don't think that I'm the only one in this world who wants to kill her and can kill her," Yun Zhongjun sneered. "My son is still outside."

As long as Chunyu Ye has the will, Yun Zhongjun believes he can kill Ying Baoyue.

“A-Ye has promised me that he will definitely kill Ying Baoyue.”

If among the cultivators of the same era, who could threaten Ying Baoyue's life, Li Ji admitted that only Chunyu Ye had that qualification.

“Chunyu Ye certainly has that ability,” Li Ji said thoughtfully, stroking the hilt of his sword at his waist. “But when he approaches Baoyue, does he want to kill Baoyue, or does he want to be killed by Baoyue?”

Yun Zhongjun's temple throbbed, as if someone had hit a sore spot.

“Besides Chunyu Ye, there is another person.”

Yun Zhongjun's gaze became complicated. "He's someone who killed her once in his past life."

"Since that person had the ability to kill her the first time, do you think he didn't have the ability to kill her a second time?"

Who?
Li Ji suddenly raised his head, his heart pounding.

"you know?"

Yun Zhongjun knew that Emperor Ying was still alive!

Yun Zhongjun indeed knew who was manipulating him behind the scenes.

Yun Zhongjun didn't dare to admit it at the previous ranking ceremony, but this time he actually said it.

“That person is not only the murderer of Baoyue,” Li Ji said with a piercing gaze, “but also the murderer of your entire family.”

"Since you know who he is, why do you work for him?"

This is the thing that Li Ji can't understand the most. Yun Zhongjun clearly knows who killed his whole family, but instead of seeking revenge against Emperor Ying, he is willing to be the other party's henchman. What kind of serious illness does this person have?
What do you know about me?

A sudden, intensely gloomy aura emanated from Yun Zhongjun, causing even the wolf head attached to him to wriggle uneasily.

He raised his head, his eyes dark and gloomy, like a ghost that had just emerged from purgatory.

"If you want your minister to die, you will have to die."

"Why? Because my father wasn't strong enough! Not strong enough to kick that dog emperor off the throne and take his dog's life!"

The next moment, Yun Zhongjun's excited tone suddenly calmed down, as if the person who had just been filled with resentment had never existed.

"So even if I fall into hell, I will become the strongest cultivator in the world," he said calmly. "As long as I can gain power, I can cooperate with anyone."

What harm is there in serving one's father's killer? Emperor Ying believed he could use him, spared his life, and sent him to the Western Rong. He's only alive now thanks to the overconfidence of that man who thought he could control everything.

"Someone like you, who is born to be superior to everyone else, would never understand."

Yun Zhongjun chuckled softly.

Looking at the smiling man before him, Li Ji felt a deep chill creep into his heart.

He truly couldn't understand this man's thoughts.

But his instincts told him that this person was extremely dangerous.

Even the arrogant Emperor Qin Shi Huang probably didn't know what kind of monster he had left behind.

Li Ji gritted his teeth, his mind in turmoil, and continued to confront the person in front of him.

……

……

Ying Baoyue and her entourage finally arrived in Guiyang and slowly drove into the Epang Palace.

The carriage, worn and battered from the long journey, entered the palace. Ji Jiashu stepped out of the Ganlu Hall and stood on the steps watching Ying Baoyue emerge from the carriage, feeling as if he were dreaming.

He finally got her back.

"Hold me... Your Majesty!"

Ji Jiashu, leading the crinoline, was about to bow when he suddenly sensed a familiar presence and froze in mid-air.

Ji Mo, dressed in an extremely simple white Taoist robe, walked out gracefully from behind Ying Baoyue.

"Father...the Grand Preceptor of Southern Chu?"

Why is this person here?

Not only Ji Jiashu, but the ministers behind him were also almost speechless with shock.

After his initial shock, Ji Jiashu immediately realized his father's unusual behavior.

This was the first time in his life that he had seen Ji Mo appear on a formal occasion without wearing ceremonial robes. As the Grand Preceptor of Southern Chu, the crimson ceremonial robes had almost become the symbol of his father in his memory.

But this time, the father was not wearing red.

Ji Jiashu met his father, who was dressed in white, for the first time.

"What's wrong?" Ji Mo glanced at him coldly. "Long time no see. Don't you recognize me?"

Ji Jiashu was stunned for a moment, "Your clothes, why..."

“Oh, I have temporarily relinquished my position as Grand Preceptor,” Ji Mo nodded to the Qin officials behind Ji Jiashu who looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy. “My lords, there is no need to be nervous. I am not here as Grand Preceptor; I am merely a commoner.”

This is what I said...

The officials of the Former Qin looked at each other in bewilderment. Even though Ji Mo had relinquished his position as the Grand Preceptor of Southern Chu, he was still the Son of the Vermilion Bird and the head of the Eight Gods.

“Donghuang Taiyi is joking,” a woman in black sitting on the roof peeked out. “Even if you are not the Imperial Advisor, you are still a divine child. Who would dare to look down on you?”

“Tengshe,” Ying Baoyue smiled as she saw the woman in black, “I’m back.”

"You heartless wretch, I almost thought you were going to die out there," Tengshe appeared in front of her in a flash, tapping Ying Baoyue's forehead, "Why did you bring back this thing?"

Tengshe nodded towards the little red bird on Ji Mo's shoulder.

"What do you mean by 'this thing'!" The little red bird jumped up and down in anger.

"Hmm, not the main body, but an avatar," Tengshe examined it carefully. "The Vermilion Bird's main body was left in Southern Chu?"