Volume 3 - Chapter 420: Li Hao’s Departure (Part 5)
Su Jiuzhe rolled his eyes at the question. “Their fate with the Su family has run its course. When fate gathers, people meet. When it ends, they part. The engagement is naturally nullified.”
Hearing this, Su Zhenyuan finally gave up hope. He let out a bitter chuckle. If Li Hao had truly become the Su family’s son-in-law, the entire power dynamic of the Northern Domain would have changed drastically. After all, Li Hao’s talent was far too monstrous—utterly unforgettable.
Returning from the ancestral grounds, Su Zhenyuan went back to the Hall of the Radiant Emperor and informed his wife of what had happened.
Upon hearing that Li Hao had already left, Su Qingmei showed a flicker of regret in her eyes. The irony stung. When that youth first arrived, she had wanted nothing more than to chase him out of the Su family.
But now that he was truly gone, she instead felt a deep sense of loss.
…
At the same time, in the Zhuoxian Courtyard—
Su Muqing awoke from her slumber. She felt as if she’d just emerged from a long dream—a distant, elusive dream.
In the dream, she saw fleeting fragments of unfamiliar scenes.
There was a foreign realm—a divine dynasty called Dayu.
That familiar youth appeared there, stationed at the border as a young general. And a girl in blue-green robes, who looked just like herself, would occasionally encounter him at the frontier city. They would talk and laugh together.
Su Muqing told herself it had to be a dream—because that girl looked exactly like her. But she was certain she had never visited such a divine dynasty.
“Big Sister…”
A gentle voice called to her from beside the bed.
Su Muqing opened her eyes and saw Su Wanqing and Su Wanxue standing inside her private hall.
“Huh?”
She blinked in confusion. Normally, even her younger sisters wouldn’t barge in without her permission.
“What are you two doing here?”
She sounded puzzled, but there was no blame in her voice. She suddenly remembered that she had fainted—perhaps they had been worried and rushed over.
Su Wanqing and Su Wanxue exchanged complicated glances. Su Wanxue said softly, “You fell unconscious earlier. We were worried… so we stayed to wait for you to wake up.”
Su Muqing had expected that. But as her memory returned, she remembered attempting to grasp that hidden power within herself—and then everything went dark.
Wait… something felt off.
Her cultivation… the ninth tier of the Immortal Lord Realm?
She jolted upright and probed her body with her senses. Her immortal energy surged, far denser than before. Her sea of essence had expanded significantly—it really was the ninth tier!
“I… I advanced?! To the ninth tier?! Skipped over the eighth?!”
Su Muqing was stunned. She sat up straight, disbelief flashing in her eyes—followed by overwhelming joy.
It was beyond outrageous. She had actually leapfrogged a tier in the Immortal Lord Realm!
And it wasn’t from any celestial elixirs or divine pills—it was entirely from her own foundation.
Was this the power she had been trying to master? So long as she could fully grasp it, she was confident—she would reign supreme in the Immortal Lord Realm!
Her heart swelled with joy and confidence.
“Wanqing, Sister—I broke through!”
She turned excitedly to her sisters, eager to share the news.
But their expressions didn’t match her elation. Instead, they looked at each other in silence.
Su Muqing immediately sensed something was wrong. This was a huge breakthrough—why weren’t they happy for her?
“Did something happen in the clan?”
Her heart skipped a beat. Could the demons have launched a surprise counterattack?
Su Wanxue shook her head slightly, but Su Wanqing, as if finally unable to hold it in, spoke in a choked voice tinged with sorrow.
“Sister… haven’t you noticed something’s missing?”
“Missing?”
Su Muqing blinked, confused. She looked between them.
Seeing the confusion in her eyes, Su Wanqing turned away, her disappointment mingling with grief. “I’m going back. At least you’re safe.”
Su Muqing quickly grabbed her arm, then turned to Su Wanxue. “What’s going on?”
Su Wanxue sighed bitterly. “Use your divine sense… look at the courtyard.”
“The courtyard?”
Su Muqing’s heart jumped. She extended her divine sense—and saw an empty, tranquil yard, just like always.
But outside the hall, at the stone table and the carved chair by the chessboard…
It was empty.
The boy… was gone.
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