Hell Emperor.

Chapter 682 Ye Jie - Hope for Advancement
Where is the person you're talking about?

Upon learning from Hua Xiaomei that there was another person who possessed the treasure of good fortune, Ye Jie could no longer contain his excitement and insisted on meeting that person.

Just then, a butterfly with a faint, ethereal glow fluttered down and landed in front of Hua Xiaomei. She picked up the purple butterfly, and her face quickly lit up with joy:

"That person has arrived and is currently being invited to the palace. We will meet him soon."

"This is truly a stroke of luck! Let's go and meet him now."

Ye Jie's eyes lit up. Without waiting any longer, he immediately set off for the palace.

On the way, Ye Jie still had some doubts and asked, "By the way, isn't the Treasure of Wealth the magic weapon of the Wealth-Bringing Envoy? Could it be that the Wealth-Bringing Envoy was invited here?"

Hua Xiaomei pondered, "If I remember correctly, that guest's title wasn't 'Wealth-Bringing Messenger,' but rather 'Good Fortune Boy.' Anyway, let's go and take a look first."

The two moved swiftly, their figures traversing the earth in an instant, arriving outside the royal palace.

Ye Jie was about to step inside when he was stopped by the guards ahead. Seeing that he wasn't wearing a monk's robe and that his appearance wasn't as kind as the Venerable One's, the guards spoke to him rudely:

"Halt! This is not a place for idlers. Get out of the way immediately, lest you offend any of the venerable ones!"

Ye Jie was slightly exasperated and was about to use any technique to send the guards away when he heard an anxious shout from afar: "Wait..."

Upon hearing this, the guard's gaze flickered, only to see a richly dressed man with an extraordinary air rushing towards him. He immediately knelt down, saying, "Greetings, Your Majesty..."

Below the city gate, a stout guard captain with a belly as big as a millstone showed a hint of unease on his face and quickly bowed: "Your Majesty Kanishka, you are receiving distinguished guests from all directions in the palace, why have you come here?"

Kanishka's expression darkened slightly: "If I hadn't come soon, my friends would have been turned away."

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd gasped in surprise, and their eyes inevitably fell on Ye Jie, wondering who this guest was that deserved to be personally greeted by the king.

The guard was terrified, thinking he was in deep trouble. Fortunately, Kanishka had no intention of making things difficult for him and let him go.

Led by Kanishka, the group entered the palace together. On the way, Ye Jie remained calm and said, "We meet again. The last time I met you, you were trapped on the snow mountain. I never imagined that you would become a king now."

Kanishka smiled faintly: "The best outcome is that the Kushan Empire has been handed over to me. I will bring hope and prosperity to the people and completely liberate them from the tyranny of Yama."

Ye Jie asked meaningfully, "You mean you'll bring this country back to life?"

Kanishka paused in his steps: "It seems you already know. You are right, this is precisely the reason for honoring me as king."

Seeing that he did not deny it, Ye Jie asked the question that had been bothering him: "So you do indeed wield the Nirvana Holy Truth, but I see that your strength is nothing special, and you don't have the power that a guardian should have."

Whether it was the Ganges goddess, Ashoka, or Shiva, their strength was extraordinary, even Ye Jie had to be careful in dealing with them. But Kanishka was the only one whose strength was quite poor, even ugly. This puzzled Ye Jie. Could someone with such strength really become a guardian of the Holy Truth? As if seeing Ye Jie's confusion, Kanishka explained, "The so-called Nirvana is a state of destruction and then creation. I have not yet achieved great success, so of course I am not as strong as the other guardians."

He paused for a moment, then continued, “I have heard that among the cultivation methods of practitioners, there is a supreme realm called Nirvana. To reach this realm, one must repeatedly disperse the cultivation method one has learned and then cultivate it again, until nine times, before one can ascend to the realm of Nirvana. It has stumped countless immortals and is something that requires great fortune and luck to accomplish.”

Ye Jie scratched his head. There was indeed a Nirvana Realm in the cultivation techniques, and it was right below the Supreme Saint Realm. Even immortals rarely managed to reach it. However, for Ye Jie, whose cultivation techniques were all at the Great Dao level, this was nothing.

Shaking his head, Ye Jie put those matters aside and finally got to the point: "I came here to find the Money-Giving Boy. Do you know where he is?"

Kanishka didn't hide anything: "Of course, he's in the side hall. If you want to see him, I can introduce you..."

Just then, a subordinate came running over in a panic, shouting, "Your Majesty, something terrible has happened..."

After hearing his subordinate's report, Kanishka's expression changed drastically, and he said with a hint of apology, "I'm sorry, something has happened, and I need to return to the main hall."

Ye Jie understood that knowing the location of the Money-Giving Boy was a significant gain for him, so he bid him farewell and headed to the side hall.

After parting ways with Ye Jie, Kanishka quickly arrived at the main hall, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper, his face filled with disbelief: "How could this be? This is impossible..."

"Calm down. What's done is done, and we can only accept the outcome."

In the center of the hall, a beautiful young woman dressed in a bright veil and wearing a jeweled crown spoke slowly, her voice delicate and melodious, possessing a magical effect of calming the mind.

"The guardian of the Sacred Truth of Reincarnation has fallen at the hands of the Heavenly Demon. He will not come again. In other words, all the other guardians have arrived." The one who spoke was another majestic man. He manifested four arms, and his eyes held the profound truths of heaven and earth, making people feel awe.

The four-armed man continued, "However, he deserves to have fallen to this state; who told him he was less skilled?"

Kanishka said anxiously, "But... what if we lose one of the guardians? The power of all four guardians is indispensable; even losing just one will greatly reduce the effectiveness..."

The young woman pondered for a moment, then said, "One guardian has already sacrificed himself. It seems the plan has failed. There's no need for us to stay here any longer. Let's make plans before the Heavenly Demon arrives."

“Wait a minute…” The four-armed man seemed to remember something. “Although Ashoka is dead, the sacred truth of Samsara still exists, but it has returned to the origin of the world and no longer manifests. If a suitable successor can be found, there may still be a chance.”

“The successor… it seems this is the only way.” Kanishka hesitated slightly. “To inherit the Sacred Truth of Samsara, one must first possess true self-nature. I’m afraid there’s not a single such person in the entire continent. Where exactly are we going to look?”

"let me try."

Since this concerned sacred truths, the young woman also became serious. She made a calculation with her fingers, and the power of cause and effect drifted away. What followed was a soft doubt: "If I'm not mistaken, that person is in the city right now."

(End of this chapter)