"What should we do then! Are we really helpless against this so-called Young Lord Chiyan?"
Many disciples of Yaoyue Palace coveted the Heir Apparent position, and Bi Lan was no exception. Gnashing her teeth, she said, "With him around, doesn't that mean we also have no way to deal with that bitch Han Dong?"
"No need to rush."
Daozun Ziyu frowned and said, "A few days ago, I heard the Second Elder mention that there are many suspicious points about this so-called Young Lord Chiyan. Not only is his identity as the successor of Monarch Chixiao somewhat dubious, but even whether he is the real Young Lord Chiyan is probably an unknown."
Hearing this, Bi Lan was somewhat surprised and asked, "Does the Second Elder suspect this Young Lord Chiyan is fake?"
Daozun Ziyu nodded in response, "That's right. Three years ago, Young Lord Chiyan turned to ashes and vanished with the dispersal of the Tai Xuan Monument. Although the cause of death remains a mystery to this day, many people witnessed with their own eyes that Young Lord Chiyan truly turned to ashes and vanished. A person who has turned to ashes and vanished, their physical body shattered, their soul destroyed, is considered utterly dead. Even with heaven-defying abilities, it's probably impossible to come back to life from such a death, right? Even if he really is the successor of Monarch Chixiao, he couldn't possibly have such capability. I'm afraid even Monarch Chixiao himself might not possess such divine powers."
"If he's fake, he shouldn't be able to fool the Second Elder's eyes, should he?"
Though Bi Lan might be somewhat arrogant, she wasn't the blindly conceited type. After pondering for a moment, she added, "Moreover, three months ago at Yaoyue Palace, I also witnessed with my own eyes that Young Lord Chiyan's strength truly matched the rumors, possessing an absolute, indestructible power. With a single punch, he caused three of our Yaoyue Palace Elders to bleed from all seven orifices. If Young Lord Chiyan were fake, he shouldn't be capable of such a feat."
"It's excellent that you can think of this point."
Daozun Ziyu cast an appreciative glance her way and continued, "This is also the point the Second Elder has been unable to figure out."
"Then what does the Second Elder plan to do?"
"Hehe... Wanting to verify whether this Young Lord Chiyan is the successor of Monarch Chixiao might be very difficult, but..." Daozun Ziyu smiled, "Wanting to verify whether he is the real Young Lord Chiyan is much easier... Just wait, the truth will soon come to light."
"If this Young Lord Chiyan is really fake, hehe..." A trace of malice flashed in Bi Lan's eyes as she sneered, "I will definitely make sure everyone in the entire Great Northwest Frontier knows how that bitch Han Dong deceived everyone... Actually finding a fake Young Lord Chiyan and claiming him to be her cultivation partner... Hehehe... I truly look forward to the day coming soon..."
As evening approached, the setting sun dipped westward once more.
In the Star Moon Great Domain, within a manor.
Han Dong gazed at the twilight of the sunset, her brows slightly furrowed. Her coldly beautiful face wore a somewhat desolate expression, and her icy eyes were filled with confusion and hesitation.
She didn't know what to do...
She neither knew how to deal with the many Elders of Yaoyue Palace in the future, nor how to face her master's expectations.
In the garden, Ouyang Ye lay reclined on a chair, eyes closed, massaging her forehead, constantly thinking about where to find another person to continue impersonating Young Lord Chiyan. She considered all her friends—either their cultivation level didn't match, or their temperament didn't fit, or they weren't trustworthy enough. No matter how much she thought, she couldn't come up with a suitable candidate.
"Damn it! Trying to find someone to impersonate that guy Gu Qingfeng is really a difficult task!"
Ouyang Ye spoke with both helplessness and sorrow, "I always thought that guy Gu Qingfeng was ordinary, aside from his mysterious identity and bizarre strength, he wasn't much different from regular people. Now, thinking about it carefully, I realize that guy truly is unique."
"You say this guy looks like an uneducated, spoiled rich second generation, yet he happens to possess unparalleled mastery in music, and seems to know everything."
"You say he's a noble young master from a great family, yet he's sloppy all day, with no proper sitting or standing posture, either drinking or sunbathing, completely unrelated to a noble young master."
"You say he's a master, yet he has neither the aura of reincarnation nor the aura of possession, only the very pure aura of the Golden Core stage. The key is, he really doesn't look like some unfathomable master at all, not one bit."
"You say he's arrogant, yet he has never been arrogant. In the over a year I've known him, I've never seen him act high and mighty, nor have I seen him domineering."
"You say he's not arrogant, yet when that guy gets angry, he's truly terrifying, completely different from usual, as if he's become a different person... Simply... simply... unbelievable."
Even now, though three years had passed, Ouyang Ye still clearly remembered the scene of Gu Qingfeng at the Fengyun Branch Hall.
Facing countless immortal arts, he didn't even blink, just stood quietly in mid-air, letting the endless immortal arts assault him, yet they couldn't shake him in the slightest.
When he made his move, the winds and clouds changed color, as if the heavens were weeping and the earth trembling. Like a true god overlooking the world, like an invincible war god, like an aloof and domineering demon god, like an evil god drinking the blood of the heavens...
That unique charm fascinated Ouyang Ye, made her heart flutter, and was impossible to forget.
Even now, thinking back, her heart still felt somewhat stirred.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, calming her stirred heart, and murmured, "When he smiles, he exudes a casual, indifferent feeling, as if he doesn't care about anything, doesn't mind anything. Truly so, that casual, indifferent feeling is as if even if the sky collapsed, he couldn't be bothered to glance at it."
"When he's angry, he exudes an aloof, domineering feeling, as if he doesn't regard anyone between heaven and earth. That contemptuous posture, looking down on everything in heaven and earth, truly... truly is this aloof, domineering feeling, as if even the Heavenly King or the Old Man Heaven himself descended, he would still kill them without hesitation."
"Such a person—casual and indifferent when happy, aloof and domineering when angry, mysterious and bizarre, unknown and terrifying, and utterly unfathomable—where can we find one? Who could we find to impersonate him?"
"Yeye, you don't need to trouble yourself over my affairs anymore. You've done enough for me... Really..." Looking at the troubled Ouyang Ye, Han Dong softly advised, "Don't go looking for anyone else to impersonate Young Lord Chiyan... I know you mean well for me, but I... really don't want to implicate you, nor do I want to implicate others."
Han Dong's nature was somewhat aloof and cold. By nature, she wouldn't beg others, nor did she want to implicate others. Her own affairs, no matter how difficult, she would shoulder them herself.