At the same time, at Minghai City Airport.
"Miss!"
Outside a VIP room, a man wearing dark sunglasses gently knocked on the door and waited, bowing.
"Come in!"
A refined female voice came from inside.
The man in sunglasses pushed open the door, closed it softly, and then looked at the woman standing by the window. He knelt on one knee and said respectfully, "Greetings, Angel of Wisdom!"
Angel of Wisdom!
The man in sunglasses used different titles outside and inside the room.
At this moment, the woman, dressed in a dark ink-colored long dress, slowly turned around. On the table beside her, there was a beret.
This woman was precisely Chu Qingyi.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but without the cover of the hat, her beauty seemed even more stunning and vivid. Every contour of her face seemed to emit a faint glow.
She gave people a more sacred feeling.
If Ye Ming were to appear here now, he might feel a great difference.
Because Chu Qingyi's current cultivation realm was not Yuan Xin Realm, but the peak of Yuan Hun Realm, just one step away from Xian Tian Realm.
It seemed that the trace of energy fluctuation Ye Ming had sensed earlier was indeed not groundless.
The hat Chu Qingyi had taken off at this moment might have been the key.
"Speak! What is it?"
Chu Qingyi's tone was indifferent, showing no emotional change.
"Reporting to the Angel of Wisdom, not long ago, three Seraphim Lords suddenly issued an order for you three inheritors to return to the Divine Kingdom immediately."
The man in sunglasses bowed and said.
"Return immediately? What's so urgent?"
Chu Qingyi's brows furrowed slightly, a little puzzled.
It was precisely because of this sudden summons that she had to visit Ye Ming at an inopportune time.
This, to some extent, completely disrupted her plans.
Hmm!
She hadn't even had breakfast yet.
"This subordinate is also unaware of the matter, but..." The man in sunglasses lowered his voice and continued, "but this subordinate speculates that it might be related to the Soul Altars suppressed by the Divine Kingdom."
"Soul Altars?"
A golden light flashed in Chu Qingyi's beautiful eyes: "The Primordial Sin?"
She immediately thought of something.
After all, she had heard about some things before.
"It should be about them," the man in sunglasses said in a low voice, "Of the eight Soul Altars, five have already been broken. Among the remaining three intact ones, our Divine Kingdom has one."
The implication was that the people secretly destroying the Soul Altars would next target their Divine Kingdom.
That is, among the eight super forces in the Outland—the Angelic Kingdom.
"Where are the other two inheritors now?"
Chu Qingyi pondered for a moment and asked.
"The Archangel Prince has already returned to the Divine Kingdom. The Principal Angel Prince is still unknown," the man in sunglasses guessed. "However, I heard before that he had set his sights on the Kingdom of Britain in the West, wanting to try and control them. But later, some changes seemed to occur, and there hasn't been much news."
"Kingdom of Britain!"
Hearing this name, Chu Qingyi let out a disdainful laugh, scoffing, "Hah! He thinks he can control a kingdom? Does he have the brains for that?"
It seemed that Chu Qingyi had some minor issues with the Principal Angel Prince, otherwise, she wouldn't have teased him like this.
Regarding this, the man in sunglasses dared not comment.
Neither the person in front of him nor the Principal Angel Prince was someone he could offend.
After all, these lords might very well become Seraphim in the future, those truly at the apex of the pyramid.
"I understand. You may go."
Chu Qingyi waved her hand.
"Yes!"
After the man in sunglasses withdrew, Chu Qingyi's eyes became somewhat deep. She reached out her slender jade-like hand and picked up the beret on the table.
Then she put it on.
The sacred aura emanating from her body instantly disappeared.
"At such a crucial moment, they still want us to participate in a self-directed and self-acted play. It's such a waste of time."
Chu Qingyi's eyes narrowed slightly. Looking through the glass window at the blue sky above, her expression became complex again: "Young Master Ye, it seems we won't be able to meet in Kyoto. However, perhaps there will be unexpected encounters elsewhere."
"I look forward to it!"
...
After noon.
"Ye Ming, let's take a break. Your complexion is a little pale."
Nangong Qianyu turned off the camera and looked at Ye Ming, who was sitting on the ground, with some concern.
"Yeah! The mental power consumption is a bit high, I need to recover!"
Ye Ming didn't push himself and simply lay on the ground, letting his thoughts calm down.
Although only four hours had passed in the outside world, forty hours had been experienced in this time room.
After two days and two nights without proper rest, Ye Ming's spirit was indeed stretched thin.
"How many sets of cultivation techniques have we recorded in these two days?"
Ye Ming beckoned to Nangong Qianyu. The latter lay down on him obediently. With the beauty in his arms and smelling her light fragrance, his tired spirit was somewhat relieved.
"I just calculated, a total of twenty-six sets."
Nangong Qianyu gently stroked Ye Ming's cheek, her voice soft and pleasant to hear.
"Twenty-six sets, plus what I taught on the live stream before, that's about forty-odd sets." Ye Ming sighed deeply and calculated carefully. "People's physiques vary. To ensure everyone gets a suitable cultivation technique, we need at least one hundred and twenty sets of different types. We still need eighty sets."
With such a vast variety of cultivation techniques, no force in this world, other than Ye Ming, could produce them.
One hundred and twenty sets of cultivation techniques might exist, but if different types were required, even the eight super sects couldn't achieve it.
After all, each sect had its specialties and couldn't be all-encompassing.
Fortunately, Ye Ming possessed the Immortal Law Record, which contained almost all the cultivation techniques and secret arts of the Outland. Therefore, Ye Ming didn't have to worry about not having enough types.
"Take your time! Don't rush, we have plenty of time!" Nangong Qianyu said gently.
"Yes! We have plenty of time!"
Ye Ming held Nangong Qianyu's small face and smiled mischievously, "Then wasting a little doesn't matter, does it?"
Seeing his increasingly fiery gaze, Nangong Qianyu felt what was about to happen, both physically and mentally.
However, she didn't shy away from it. Instead, the two days of high-intensity work had made her feel tired as well.
It would be good to release some tension, wouldn't it?
"That's right, wasting a little doesn't matter."
As soon as she finished speaking, Nangong Qianyu proactively offered herself.
A moment later, the two, who had been working for two days and two nights, immersed themselves in the joy they brought each other, and all the mental burdens dissolved into nothingness as they reached the peak.