My Evil Imperial Wife is Too Arrogant

Gǔ Ning Meng retrieved her gaze. If Lou Mu Yan died in the Blood-Devouring Ant colony, then it was the best. If she escaped, then she wouldn’t let her out alive from the Land of Inheritance either.

Their Gǔ Clan and the Bai Clan weren’t that easy to step on. Lou Mu Yan stepped on Bai Fei Yao in the Grand Competition of the Six Sects to rise up, so she must be prepared for their revenge.

“Most of the Tier 8 Blood-Devouring Ants in the nest have left. Now is a good time for us to sneak in and kill the Tier 9 Blood-Devouring Ant Empress.” Gǔ Ning Meng suggested to the rest.

The others nodded one after another, and each hid their aura as they entered.

There were thirteen people altogether in their party, and their cultivation bases were all at Advanced-Phase Sword Venerable and Peak-Phase Sword Venerable. Although there weren’t any Sword Saints, but they could still kill a Sword Saint when banding together.

Although the Blood-Devouring Ant Empress was a Late-Phase Tier 9 Demonic Beast, comparable to an Advanced-Phase Sword Saint, but with the ability of controlling ant colonies, her own strength was very fragile.

Now that Lou Mu Yan had lured out most of the Tier 8 Blood Devouring Ants, they were very hopeful of killing her as long as they used a few trump cards.

Within the fire array, Lou Mu Yan released fire poison to numb and paralyse huge numbers of the Tier 8 Blood-Devouring Ants, allowing Xue Xue to suck their blood essence.

After Mo Yan woke up, the layer of confinement in his body disappeared completely, and his cultivation speed and advancement were no longer suppressed.

Once the restrained demonic energy in his yao’fu broke through the restrains, his cultivation base instantly advanced to Late-Phase Tier 9.

If he encountered a Devil Race similar to the last Sword Deity cultivation base this time, he definitely wouldn’t be in such a sorry stage again, and he would at least have the ability to escape with Lou Mu Yan.

Mo Yan laid lazily and nobly on Lou Mu Yan’s shoulder, his eyes light and unwavering, ignoring the fiery eyes of the stupid dragon—who wanted to snatch him away to be his pet—hiding in another space around them.

“Someone went to poke the Blood Devouring Ants’ nest.” He lifted his eyelids lazily and said.

Lou Mu Yan played with the flames against the Blood Devouring Ants that jumped up and around frantically, saying lazily: “They were already lurking when the Blood Devouring Ants appeared. My guess is that the Blood Devouring Ants that Senior Sister Jin and the others inadvertently attracted were actually the ‘masterpiece accomplishment’ of this group of people.”

“The leading woman among them is the daughter of the City Lord of Glacial City, and Bai Fei Yao’s cousin who has a better relationship with each other than even direct sisters. She’s very hostile to you.” Mo Yan reminded.

Lou Mu Yan raised an eyebrow: “How did you know?”

“When they were sneaking around and watching us, I enveloped the area with my demonic sea of consciousness and could hear their conversations clearly.” Mo Yan’s dull eyes were dyed with a coldness.

“They mentioned me?” Lou Mu Yan asked with a smile.

“Mm, that woman also said that you’re too arrogant and that you might be buried in the ant colony. She probably also hopes the same. After all, you injured that good sister of hers so very badly.” Mo Yan explained Gǔ Ning Meng’s words with his understanding of it.

Lou Mu Yan’s eyes revealed a look of mockery, “They all have the victim mentality delusional disorder. They’re only allowed to do evil and harm others, but others aren’t allowed to fight back. What a joke, they’re all not good stuff.”

Mo Yan was also very speechless about the women of the Bai Clan and the Gǔ Clan. The temperament of inflated egos due to their status might even be hereditary. However, since both the Bai Clan and Gǔ Clan dared to scheme against Lou Mu Yan, then they’d better be prepared to be counter-played with to death.

“By the way, I also heard something that might interest you.”

Lou Mu Yan asked curiously: “What?”

“Tian’yuan City and Glacial City are going to unify through marriage, and that woman named Gǔ Ning Meng is the daughter of the City Lord of Glacial City.” Mo Yan said with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.

He knew exactly what sort of feelings Ye Qing Han had towards Lou Mu Yan. Although that person was much gloomier now, but it was impossible for him to marry a woman like Gǔ Ning Meng.

“You mean Qing Han and Gǔ Ning Meng are engaged?” Lou Mu Yan asked in surprise.

“That woman said that it hasn’t been settled yet, but it seems like it’s already a well-known fact based on the other people’s tone.” Mo Yan said jokingly: “I even heard that woman call Ye Qing Han ‘darling Ye’.”

“…”

Lou Mu Yan’s lips twitched, and goosebumps rose all over her body.

Darling Ye? Did she have to call him in such a disgusting manner…

“Is Qing Han being forced to agree by the Tian’yuan City Lord?” Lou Mu Yan furrowed her brows, with worry in her eyes, “I feel that he’s changed a lot now, like he seems to be suppressing something.”

“Although Ye Qing Han isn’t as domineering and decisive as Ming Xiu, but he’s not someone who can be threatened and forced to do something. If he really wants to unify through marriage, then he should be doing it voluntarily. But I don’t think he’ll agree to the marriage.”

Mo Yan paused and continued: “As for what he’s suppressing, maybe it has something to do with his identity and bloodline.”

“Identity and bloodline?” Lou Mu Yan asked in surprise: “What do you mean? Is there something wrong with his bloodline?”

Ye Qing Han had a special physique, and in the past few years, there seemed to be some seals in his body that had been suppressing the speed of his cultivation.

Last time she saw Ye Qing Han, she felt that she couldn’t even see through his strength clearly. Although on the surface he was Peak-Phase Sword Venerable, but if it weren’t in order to come to the Land of Inheritance, he would’ve probably broken through to Sword Saint by now.

“He has the bloodline of the Sea Race in him, so he mustn’t belong to the Ye Clan.” Mo Yan sighed and said: “And I accidentally discovered that the Sea Race bloodline in him is very pure. Maybe his father is even of the Sea Race’s Royal Clan.”

“What? He’s not Ye Clan’s child?” Lou Mu Yan’s eyes were filled with shock, and a little puzzlement, “He’s a lot gloomier now, could it be because he knows his own birth? But why is he Ye Clan’s Young Lord?”

“I don’t know, but he definitely already knows his identity.” Mo Yan said.

“Is Ye Qing Le a Sea Race too?” Lou Mu Yan asked.

She had treated Ye Qing Le’s illness before. There was no seal in her body, and her blood was also normal. Although she had already guessed the answer, but she still wanted to be certain.

“No. The two of them aren’t even blood-related siblings at all. They have different fathers, different mothers. Ye Qing Han’s situation should’ve been something like being adopted by the Ye Clan’s wife.” Mo Yan said definitively.

Because of the special talents of their Spirit Devourer Clan, he had long discovered that Ye Qing Han and Ye Qing Le weren’t blood-related siblings at all, but he didn’t care much so he didn’t reveal it.

“Aye!” Lou Mu Yan sighed softly: “Qing Han’s background sure isn’t simple!”

“There’s also the Sea Race’s territory on Tian’ling Continent, maybe his biological father is in that Sea Realm.”

Mo Yan shook his head: “His Sea Race bloodline is almost as pure as that of Lan Si’s. It’s impossible for the Sea Race of the lower world to have such a noble bloodline, so his father should be a member of the royal family in the Sea Race of Guang’ling World.

“Could he be an avatar projection like Lan Si?” Lou Mu Yan asked with furrowed brows.

“The Sea Race is a very mysterious and powerful race even on Guang’ling World. It’s not impossible to have used some kind of secret skill at great expenses to come down in person, but it just wouldn’t be possible to use a cultivation base above Sword Deity.”

Mo Yan continued: “But the real reason, I don’t know either. Ye Qing Han is a person with a story.”

“Mm, whether he’s a Human Race or the Sea Race, he’s still the Qing Han I know. I believe this will never change.”

Lou Mu Yan looked into the distance, her eyes deep. She clenched her fist—no matter what Qing Han’s identity was, she would always be his backing.