“Xiaoli doesn’t know.”
Gu Xiaoli answered quickly, almost without thinking. Her tone was utterly certain.
Afraid Gu Chengyin would not believe her, Gu Xiaoli hurriedly added:
“His Majesty took all of Her Majesty’s belongings, so Xiaoli really doesn’t know where they are.”
Her large eyes stared straight at Gu Chengyin. There was no evasion or hesitation in them, only clear and sincere honesty.
His Majesty.
Emperor Luo.
At the mention of that name, Gu Chengyin narrowed his eyes.
His gaze settled on a certain point in the empty space before him—a point where there was nothing at all.
Only air, dust, and mottled sunlight filtering through the leaves.
But Gu Chengyin’s gaze passed through that point, through the dust and shifting light, and landed on Emperor Luo.
Even now, Gu Chengyin still did not know what Emperor Luo’s true objective was.
In theory, Emperor Luo should have known who had killed Empress Lin.
He also understood what influence meant to him. Therefore, Emperor Luo should not only have refrained from stopping him—he should have helped him.
No. During the Taihe War, Emperor Luo had indeed not stopped him. He had even expressed his support.
It was only when Luo Zhao was involved that Emperor Luo became complicated.
So was he taking issue with the person rather than the matter?
If that was the case, then Empress Lin’s belongings—including that square box—should all be in Emperor Luo’s hands.
As the Son of Heaven of Great Luo, Empress Lin’s husband, and Luo Zhao’s father, it was only natural for Emperor Luo to possess Empress Lin’s belongings.
But what Gu Xiaoli had said was that His Majesty had taken them all.
The word “taken” was very interesting. It carried the implication of initiative, and could even be described as overbearing.
In other words, these things had not been entrusted to him by Empress Lin before her death. Emperor Luo had taken them for himself.
Furthermore, Luo Zhao already knew that his cultivation was tied to influence, rather than the power and authority he had initially assumed.
There was no doubt that Emperor Luo had also been the one to tell Luo Zhao about this.
That meant Emperor Luo was not as indifferent toward Luo Zhao as he appeared to be.
He had been paying attention to her, watching over her from places Luo Zhao could not see and at times she knew nothing about.
Like a true father, he had been paving the way for her, clearing away obstacles, and handling matters one by one.
At the same time, this also meant that Emperor Luo had most likely given Empress Lin’s belongings to Luo Zhao.
Since he had told her about influence, it was only logical that he would also hand Empress Lin’s belongings over to her.
Perhaps those belongings had originally been left behind by Empress Lin for Luo Zhao.
Perhaps no one but her was qualified to inherit them.
Emperor Luo had merely kept them in custody. While Luo Zhao had still been unable to protect herself, he had safeguarded them on her behalf.
Once she possessed the ability and the resolve to use them, he would give them back to her.
It was precisely because of this that Lin Qingyan’s intuition had issued a warning.
Intuition did not arise from nowhere, nor was it some baseless flash of inspiration.
Instead, while Lin Qingyan remained unaware—before she consciously realized it—it had captured the clues that drifted through the air and truly existed.
As the strongest combatant in the Celestial Master’s Palace, Lin Qingyan possessed extraordinary talent.
No one in the cultivation world of Great Luo would deny that.
Her talent was reflected not only in her combat strength, but also in her more mysterious perceptive abilities.
Lin Qingyan could sense things others could not, see things others could not, and foresee things others could not.
That was why she could accurately seize the will of Heaven hidden in the unseen and turn it into intuition.
The words “the will of Heaven” sounded vague and unfathomable.
Yet in this cultivation world, it truly existed.
It was the law by which Heaven and Earth operated, the path along which the Great Dao moved.
Those whose cultivation had reached the pinnacle could vaguely sense the future, as though they were looking at distant mountains through a dense fog.
It was highly mystical, but this was, after all, a cultivation world. So it made perfect sense.
Gu Chengyin had essentially reached his conclusion.
Empress Lin’s belongings were most likely in Luo Zhao’s hands.
Even without direct evidence, without seeing them with his own eyes or hearing it with his own ears—
All the clues pointed in the same direction. Every word confirmed the same fact, and every deduction told him the same answer.
There was something on Luo Zhao’s person.
That thing was extremely dangerous—not only to her, but to others as well.
And no one knew when Luo Zhao would use it.
Perhaps she was waiting for the right moment, for a foolproof plan.
Or perhaps some objective condition had yet to be fulfilled.
Seeing Gu Chengyin sink into thought, Gu Xiaoli knew that her brother must be considering something important.
It also involved Her Majesty’s belongings and Sister Princess.
So, was Brother worried that Sister Princess would use the square box to hypnotize him?
The more she thought about it, the more Gu Xiaoli realized that, based on her understanding of Luo Zhao, this possibility not only existed but was extremely high.
She could even say that if Luo Zhao possessed Her Majesty’s square box, then she would definitely use it to hypnotize Gu Chengyin.
After the hypnosis, Gu Xiaoli did not need to think to know what would happen. Luo Zhao would surely lock her brother away.
She would put him in some little black room where no one could find him and no one would even know where he was.
Then she would enjoy him all by herself.
This also made Gu Xiaoli realize something.
Originally, as long as Luo Zhao was not hypnotized and Gu Chengyin did not leave, she would not have to worry about anything.
But what if Luo Zhao hypnotized Gu Chengyin?
The problem was that Gu Xiaoli truly did not know whether the square box was in Luo Zhao’s hands.
She had not lied to Gu Chengyin. All of Her Majesty’s belongings had indeed been taken by Emperor Luo.
But what if Gu Chengyin did not believe her?
No, she had to confirm it somehow.
In the end, Gu Xiaoli cautiously tested the waters:
“Brother?”
Gu Chengyin came back to himself. The focus of his eyes returned from the distance and settled on the nearby figure.
He saw the worry in Gu Xiaoli’s expression and comforted her:
“I’m fine. Don’t worry, Xiaoli. I believe you.”
Seeing that Gu Chengyin believed her, Gu Xiaoli’s eyes lit up.
The spiritual-energy cat ears atop her head also sprang upright. They no longer drooped or tilted backward.
Instead, they stood atop her head like two leaves awakened by sunlight.
The crease between her brows relaxed as well, and her lips were no longer pursed. Gu Xiaoli continued:
“Brother, although Xiaoli doesn’t know where Her Majesty’s belongings are now…”
“Xiaoli does know that their energy has already been used up. They can’t be used without replenishing it.”
This news caused Gu Chengyin’s expression to shift.
Hadn’t the missing objective condition just appeared?
It was not that Luo Zhao did not want to use them, nor that she did not know how.
Nor was she waiting for some vague, illusory opportunity.
She simply could not use them.
The items were in her hands, but their energy had already been depleted.
Without replenishing that energy, they could not be used. And if they could not be used, they were no better than scrap metal.
Gu Chengyin asked with great curiosity:
“What kind of energy is it?”
Gu Xiaoli shook her head and answered somewhat dejectedly:
“Her Majesty never replenished it, and she never said what it was. After the energy was used up, she simply left the items there.”
“So Xiaoli doesn’t know what that energy is either.”
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nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
