Quick Transmigration: Drama Queen's Daily Life-Chapter 882 - 871: Cowardly Emperor

"Boom!" The explosion from the Fire Thunder Pearl erupted with a fierce sound, and the people following closely behind Gao Zhuo arrived just in time to witness this moment of explosion. Those with a quick temper who ran ahead were even affected by it.

When the smoke and ashes from the explosion dissipated, everyone saw Ye Qiu and Ye Ying, the brother and sister, shielded by a water-like protective barrier, unharmed. There was a shattered net scattered around them, and it was Gao Zhuo, who seemed to be seriously injured, that caused the explosion.

"You!" Gao Zhuo looked at Ye Qiu and Ye Ying in horror, appearing unbelieving.

"Quickly capture this old thief! Don’t you want the Elixir of Eternal Life recipe?" Ye Qiu’s deep voice broke the silence, instantly urging the cultivators to attack Gao Zhuo.

"Impossible, this is impossible!" he shouted loudly while defending himself.

"Consider yourselves lucky today, I won’t let you go." He gazed fiercely at the brother and sister and pulled out several talismans.

But Ye Ying snorted coldly and shouted, "Old thief, do you think you can escape today?"

As she finished speaking, the mist rising from her hand instantly condensed into icy walls, making flight impossible for Gao Zhuo.

Her divine and ghostly technique stunned many on the spot, followed by more intense attacks on Gao Zhuo. If the Ye Family captured Gao Zhuo themselves, wouldn’t their efforts be in vain?

Gao Zhuo wasted many high-level talisman papers in vain, with eyes reddened in battle frenzy, veins popping on his forehead, showing he was at the end of his rope.

"Gao Zhuo, you old thief, go die!"

"Ah!"

Ye Qiu’s pupils shrank, seeing a wrong situation with Gao Zhuo and shouted loudly, "This is bad, he’s going to self-destruct, fall back!"

"What happened?" Zhang Yuwen looked shocked towards the direction of the Imperial Palace.

"Let’s go, check it out." His uncle’s eyes flashed with golden light, and he disappeared from the spot.

"Elder brother, are you alright!"

"I’m fine." The sibling duo ran timely, only slightly injured, but those cultivators closer to Gao Zhuo were rather unlucky, their situation quite disastrous.

Zhang Yuwen looked at the tragic scene and frowned slightly, "Your Majesty, was all this just now caused by Gao Zhuo?"

"Yes, he self-destructed." Ye Qiu said indifferently.

"Self-destructed?" Zhang Yuwen was utterly surprised, he didn’t expect Gao Zhuo to have such courage.

But if placed in Gao Zhuo’s position, he would know there was no escaping today, better to drag some down with him than to be caught and humiliated. He was, after all, an evil cultivator, his actions couldn’t be judged by common sense.

"Many thanks to all the warriors today, please go to the place arranged by the palace attendants to rest and heal. I promise you the elixir recipe, and I won’t go back on my word. If anyone doesn’t wish to stay and recuperate, you can take it now." Ye Qiu loudly thanked the masses.

"How do we know the elixir recipe you give is genuine?" Someone squinted and asked.

"The recipe is handed down from ancestors, written on special material, I don’t have the ability to fake it. If you don’t believe it, feel free to observe together." Ye Qiu spoke very openly, and the dissatisfaction from injuries caused by Gao Zhuo gradually dissipated. Though some cost was paid, the reward was worthwhile.

"I won’t stay to trouble Your Majesty, as long as Your Majesty lets me see the recipe, I will copy a portion and take it."

"Me too."

"That’s fine, then."

"Since none want to bother, follow me, everyone who helped deal with Gao Zhuo has a share."

Did he really give it away?

Zhang Yuwen looked at the back of Ye Qiu leading the people away, a slight heaviness in his heart, somehow feeling a bit of loss, as if something initially belonging to him had been taken away.

Among those remaining, all had a share, only their Qingyuan Sect retained their dignity and didn’t go openly seeking Gao Zhuo, so naturally, the recipe was irrelevant to them. Zhang Yuwen glanced at his uncle, noting his uncle’s face seemed somewhat unhappy. Did he see wrong? Wasn’t their sect usually indifferent to such matters?

But is that Elixir of Eternal Life recipe real? If true, he and his cousin could stay together indefinitely?

Knowing almost all cultivators covet this recipe the four were clever, disappearing without a trace after getting the recipe, leaving Zhang Yuwen with no way to trade with them. But at least Ye Qiu still has a copy, doesn’t he?

"Your Majesty, I know my request is somewhat presumptuous, but the recipe is exceedingly important to me. What conditions do you have, can I exchange for a copy?" Zhang Yuwen asked thickly.

"Sorry, no." Ye Qiu declined decisively.

"Why?" He frowned puzzled, "Now that the recipe’s divided among several parts, having one more shouldn’t matter, right?"

"Of course it matters." Ye Qiu smiled at him, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes, "Mr. Zhang’s words seem too simplistic; others got their recipes risking their lives, yet Mr. Zhang demands extra? Isn’t that unfair to them? Besides, what if a rare ingredient in the recipe has limited availability? One more competitor lessens hope. We’ve agreed no fifth will know this recipe, so Mr. Zhang’s request cannot be accommodated."

Zhang Yuwen pursed his lips tight, feeling somewhat upset, but his good upbringing prevented him from forceful remarks.

"Your Majesty said before capturing Gao Zhuo within ten days, you’d hold a martial arts contest. Does that still stand?" Zhang Yuwen’s uncle abruptly asked.

"Certainly." Ye Qiu chuckled, "You’re welcome to participate, senior, though the victor must serve me for one year; are you prepared?"

His uncle’s complexion darkened slightly, snorting coldly, "I won’t stoop to compete with juniors."

"Oh?" Ye Qiu chuckled ambiguously, was the statement suggesting only young disciples participate? But of course, in their eyes, he was nothing; even if coveting the Wuyun Sword, they probably wouldn’t serve him willingly.

Conversely, letting young disciples compete, acquiring the Wuyun Sword, wouldn’t result in any loss. Just ten years, no concern for cultivation.

It’s Ye Qiu, the true owner of King Wu’s Sword, who suffers, holding such a contest under duress, gifting the world’s best Wuyun Sword and in return only getting one young disciple’s ten-year service. It’s funny; he cares little for the Wuyun Sword, else he’d be livid.

However, holding this martial arts contest aimed solely at reducing pressure on him and his sister, additionally seeking someone to explain Mingyuan Realm matters to his sister. Who that person is matters little; young people are easier to control than those old monsters.