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"Whoosh!"

In the azure sky, a massive black shadow streaked across at an astonishing speed, leaving behind a gust of foul wind and a visible airwave that gradually dissipated.

Upon this colossal Thunder Beast were several figures, including Mo Yu and his companions, who were making their way to the Gu Realm.

"Dear husband, at this pace, we should reach the Eastern Region by tomorrow. The entrance to the Gu Realm lies in the center of the Eastern Region, in a city called Ancient Sacred City," said Lei Fei’er with a gentle smile, her tone soft and alluring, as she addressed Mo Yu in front of her.

Before Mo Yu could respond, the term "dear husband" caused Xiao Yixian’s delicate brows to knit slightly, while Qing Lin let out a cold snort.

Since their reunion, Lei Fei’er had stayed by Mo Yu’s side. Naturally, this brought her into contact with Xiao Yixian and Qing Lin, who were already Mo Yu’s close companions.

It seemed Lei Fei’er had discerned something about the relationship between these women and Mo Yu. She often displayed intimate behavior around him, as if to declare her position.

Mo Yu could only shake his head with a bitter smile.

Though Lei Fei’er was proud and aloof by nature, she seemed to embrace her role as his fiancée without hesitation when it came to him. Her behavior was natural and seamless, without a hint of awkwardness.

What reassured Mo Yu was that, despite her occasional sharpness, Lei Fei’er was generally magnanimous. She didn’t intentionally make things difficult for Xiao Yixian or Qing Lin. Otherwise, he would’ve had real concerns about a potential conflict in his household.

Yet just as Mo Yu felt relieved, his expression froze because Lei Fei’er, upon hearing Qing Lin’s cold snort, furrowed her brows slightly. A sly smile tugged at her lips as she spoke, her tone laced with a teasing edge.

"Qing Lin, you’re just the servant of my husband, while I’m his fiancée. Such disrespect from you might get you expelled from the household by my husband."

Lei Fei’er’s face, usually cold and elegant, now bore a hint of triumph. Though her words were mostly in jest, it was clear that she couldn’t suppress her jealousy when facing Mo Yu’s other beautiful companions.

Xiao Yixian, being cold by nature and possessing the terrifying Woeful Poison Body, wasn’t someone Lei Fei’er dared to provoke. However, when it came to Qing Lin, Mo Yu’s maid, Lei Fei’er had fewer reservations.

"You!"

Qing Lin’s delicate face flushed slightly. Lei Fei’er had teased her repeatedly over the past few days. Although she’d grown somewhat immune to it, this remark still irked her.

Seeing Lei Fei’er’s smug expression, Qing Lin grew even more upset. Just as she was about to lose her temper, Xiao Yixian whispered something in her ear.

Hearing Xiao Yixian’s words, Qing Lin’s eyes lit up, and she turned to Lei Fei’er with a triumphant smile. "Hmph, Miss Fei’er, you seem to have forgotten that you’re not the only mistress of the Mo Clan. Sister Xiao Yu is also the main wife, and she’s the first lady. You, coming later, are at best the second wife. Even if young master isn’t around, you still wouldn’t have the final say in this household!"

"Xiao Yu..." Lei Fei’er’s clear eyes narrowed slightly at the name. Just as she was about to retort, a hearty, elderly laugh interrupted the brewing quarrel.

"Haha, alright, you little girls, quiet down. Your constant chatter has been giving this old man no peace."

The one speaking was Mang Tianchi. With his significant strength and status, as well as his close relationship with Mo Yu, he was tasked with leading the group to the Gu Realm.

As the Grand Elder of the Mang Clan of the Lei Clan, Mang Tianchi held a prominent position. Even Lei Fei’er, despite her usual pride, treated him with respect.

With Lei Fei’er silenced, Qing Lin also obediently held her tongue, though the smug look in her eyes made Lei Fei’er fume inwardly.

Having defused the argument, Mang Tianchi glanced at Mo Yu with a meaningful look that seemed to say, Managing your harem must be tough.

Mo Yu responded with a grateful nod and a wry smile.

No wonder Xiao Yan in the original story had been so hesitant to officially accept his other love interests. Even with Xun’er’s gentle nature, a larger household would undoubtedly have led to chaos.

Amid the women’s bickering, the day passed swiftly. By the next morning, Mo Yu and his group arrived at Ancient Sacred City.

Led by Mang Tianchi, the group entered the Gu Realm without issue.

For this opening of the Heavenly Tomb, even the declining Xiao Clan had sent representatives. However, their numbers were limited to Xiao Yan and Xiao Yu.

As one of the invited Ancient Clans, the Lei Clan’s entry into the Gu Realm was smooth, with no obstacles encountered.

Under the guidance of the Gu Clan’s attendants, Mo Yu marveled at the Gu Realm’s grandeur. Compared to the Lei Realm’s imposing might, the Gu Realm exuded an ancient and profound heritage, rich with history.

As the group headed to their resting place, a light chuckle from behind caused them to halt.

"Haha, Old Mang, I didn’t expect you to be leading the Lei Clan this time for the Heavenly Tomb’s opening."

The voice belonged to an elder clad in fiery red robes, whose aura was as intense and overwhelming as a volcano.

Behind him were four younger figures—three men and one woman. Each bore a flame-like mark on their foreheads, emanating a fiery heat.

The voice had come from the red-robed elder.

"Oh, it’s you, Old Yan. With your temper, the Yan Clan must be running out of capable people to let you lead the team," Mang Tianchi shot back, clearly on unfriendly terms with the man.

Mo Yu raised an eyebrow. The group’s fiery energy and demeanor confirmed their identity as members of the Yan Clan.

As Mo Yu observed them, the young members of the Yan Clan were also scrutinizing his group.

"To think the Lei Clan’s young miss, Lei Fei’er, is participating this time," remarked a rough-looking young man among them, raising an eyebrow.

"Indeed. The Lei Clan’s number one beauty truly lives up to her reputation. If I were born in the Lei Clan, I’d spare no effort to court her," added a second man, dressed in white robes with a warm, amiable smile.

Their conversation drew the attention of the lone woman in their group. Clad in a light red dress and veiled, her exposed features hinted at stunning beauty. Her clear, indifferent eyes betrayed no emotion, and she ignored their discussion as though entirely uninterested.

"Huo Zhi, could you stop treating us like we don’t exist?" the third man, dressed in black, said with a helpless shrug.

"I’m not interested in Lei Fei’er. Compared to her, the silver-eyed youth beside her intrigues me more," the red-clad woman said, glancing coolly at Mo Yu.

"What?"

The other three men were stunned. The white-robed man stammered, "Huo Zhi, don’t tell me you’re interested in that guy?"

As he spoke, a pained expression surfaced on the black-robed man’s face, indicating that he had an unusual attachment to Huo Zhi.

"Idiot, that’s not what I meant," Huo Zhi retorted, her delicate face blushing slightly at the black-robed man’s words. Her voice then turned icy as she said, "The rumors mention that the Lei Clan has produced a divine-grade bloodline. I suspect that it’s this person."

"Divine-grade bloodline?" Upon hearing this, the expressions of the three white-robed men shifted abruptly. They turned their astonished gazes toward Mo Yu, clearly not expecting to encounter the Lei Clan’s divine-grade bloodline bearer today.

It was widely known that the Yan Clan was on par with the Lei Clan, both being the most powerful Dou Di clans after the Gu Clan and the Hun Clan. Like the Lei Clan, the Yan Clan had not seen a divine-grade bloodline in thousands of years.

The revelation of the Lei Clan’s divine-grade bloodline had undoubtedly shocked the Yan Clan the most. Did this not suggest that the Lei Clan might one day surpass the Yan Clan?

At this moment, after exchanging a few biting words with Mang Tianchi, the elder in the crimson robe shifted his magma-like gaze toward Mo Yu and said in a haunting tone, "So, this is the divine-grade bloodline bearer of the Lei Clan, Mo Yu, who grew up outside the clan."

He paused briefly and then continued, "I must say, your Lei Clan is quite reckless to bring a divine-grade bloodline bearer to the Heavenly Tomb. Aren’t you afraid he might perish halfway?"

"Who dares?!" Mang Tianchi roared, his voice thunderous and devoid of his usual eccentric demeanor. A terrifying aura erupted from him, making him appear like a world-destroying Thunder God.

"Mo Yu is the Lei Clan’s divine-grade bloodline bearer! Whoever dares to harm him will face our Lei Clan’s undying wrath!"

Mang Tianchi’s thunderous voice carried far, not just for the crimson-robed elder but also as a warning to those hiding in the shadows with malicious intent.

Throughout history, there had been numerous cases of divine-grade bloodline bearers from ancient clans being assassinated. Mang Tianchi was well aware of this, which was why he made such a bold declaration.

This wasn’t just his personal stance; it was also the decree of the Lei Clan leader, Lei Ying, an Eight-Star Dou Sheng.

Whoever dared to harm Mo Yu would face an unrelenting and vengeful Lei Clan!

After finishing his statement, Mang Tianchi swept his gaze around the surroundings. His thunder-infused eyes made those lurking in the shadows avoid his gaze. Snorting coldly, he turned away from the crimson-robed elder and left with Mo Yu and his group.

As they watched Mang Tianchi’s retreating figure, the elder in the crimson robe squinted slightly, his gaze lingering on Mo Yu for a moment. No one knew what he was contemplating...

"Dean, thank you." On the other side, after hearing Mang Tianchi and the Lei Clan’s protective declaration, Mo Yu cupped his fists and expressed his gratitude.

"Haha, no need to thank me. You are the Lei Clan’s divine-grade bloodline bearer. If I can’t protect you, I, Mang Tianchi, would have no face to meet my ancestors," Mang Tianchi replied with a hearty laugh, reverting to his usual quirky demeanor.

Seeing this, Mo Yu also chuckled, but deep down, he etched Mang Tianchi’s and the Lei Clan’s kindness firmly into his heart.

"Alright, now that we’ve reached the resting place, you all should take a good rest. The Heavenly Tomb is about to open, and when it does, we elders leading the team won’t be able to enter. You and Fei’er must be careful then," Mang Tianchi reminded.

Hearing this, Mo Yu and Lei Fei’er exchanged glances and nodded solemnly.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed, and it was now the fourth day since Mo Yu had arrived in the Gu Realm.

During these three days, Mo Yu and his group remained in the inn arranged by the Gu Clan and didn’t venture outside. Naturally, he didn’t encounter familiar faces like Xiao Yan and Xun’er.

Fortunately, on the day the Heavenly Tomb was set to open, Mo Yu and his group finally left the inn under the guidance of the Gu Clan servants.

Led by a group of Gu Clan guards, Mo Yu and the others boarded a unicorn beast, which flew toward a specific area within the Gu Realm.

After about ten minutes of flight, the unicorn beast finally landed amidst a range of precipitous peaks. By now, many figures had already gathered here. Mo Yu scanned the area, spotting several powerful presences among the crowd.

As his gaze swept across the surrounding mountains, Mo Yu’s eyes narrowed. Suspended in the void were three black-robed figures exuding an eerie, chilling aura.

"Hun Clan." Upon seeing these three, Mo Yu’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"Be careful, husband. The leader of these Hun Clan members is called Hun Ya. He’s said to be quite prominent among the younger generation of the Hun Clan and is exceptionally difficult to deal with.

He’s likely their representative entering the Heavenly Tomb. If you encounter him inside, stay alert. The Hun Clan has always harbored deep animosity toward the divine-grade bloodlines of other emperor clans," Lei Fei’er whispered softly into Mo Yu’s ear.

Hearing this, Mo Yu nodded slightly, a cold glint flashing in his silver eyes.

"The Ling Clan hasn’t arrived among the Eight Ancient Clans this time. That group in the southeast are members of the Yao Clan," Lei Fei’er continued.

"Oh?" Mo Yu’s interest was piqued, and he followed Lei Fei’er’s gaze. He saw several figures hovering in the air, each bearing a medicinal gourd emblem on their foreheads.

"You’ve already met the Yan Clan," Lei Fei’er added.

"Over to the west are members of the Shi Clan. Due to their bloodline, their physical bodies are extraordinarily strong, comparable to some top-tier magical beasts from the Beast Region."

Listening to Lei Fei’er’s explanations, Mo Yu turned his gaze westward. He saw a group of people with grayish-white skin, each with a massive stone symbol on their foreheads.

However, what puzzled Mo Yu was why Gu Xun’er and Xiao Yan of the Gu Clan had yet to appear. Could it be that his presence had caused a butterfly effect, altering certain events?

While Mo Yu was lost in thought, the sound of something slicing through the air suddenly reached his ears. Looking up, he saw a massive unicorn beast descending slowly.

On this unicorn beast, aside from the Gu Clan’s Xun’er and the Xiao Clan’s representative Xiao Yan, there was also Mo Yu’s long-missed fiancée, Xiao Yu...

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