The speaker was Hong Qiantu.
He truly couldn't stand it. Saintess Su Yan had loved you for ten thousand years, yet you were so heartless and unrighteous. Were you even a man?
Despite his deep respect for Ji Mo, Hong Qiantu firmly believed that a good man should never let the woman he loves shed tears.
At this moment, seeing Su Yan weeping like a pear blossom in the rain, looking so pitiful, his old heart was breaking!
"What? Hong, you're no human either! I saved you kindly before, and you repay kindness with enmity. What am I pretending? I'm not the White Emperor at all, nor do I know this young lady."
Ji Mo jumped up in anger, raising the jade flute in his hand, intending to smash it at Hong Qiantu.
Rumble!
A thunderclap from clear skies.
As the jade flute danced, clouds surged above Ji Mo's head, and a terrifying, unparalleled power began to gather.
This was clearly the revival of an Emperor Artifact, displaying its earth-shattering might, ready to descend at any moment.
As long as Ji Mo made a move, this vast power would mercilessly strike Hong Qiantu.
The Primordial Soul-Devouring Toad, hiding in the shadows, trembled all over. It remembered how the White Emperor had struck it eighteen times consecutively in the past, its body being split into eighteen pieces!
It had thought that by absorbing the residual power of its main body, it could contend with Ji Mo, but it seemed far from enough.
"It seems I can only use all my strength and fight this fellow."
The Primordial Soul-Devouring Toad's divine sense spread in all directions, beginning to summon all the demonic beasts within the ruins.
Instantly, thousands of demonic beasts throughout the ruins galloped towards Toad Mountain.
"Mr. Ji, the facts are laid out before you. Stop pretending."
Hong Qiantu felt the terrifying power surging above and his legs trembled. He quickly hid behind Su Yan.
He had already mobilized the power of the White Emperor's life weapon. Still pretending not to be the White Emperor, what was the point?
"Do you hate me that much? You tricked me into ascending to the Upper Realm before, and now you pretend not to know me. This is too much."
Su Yan's tears finally flowed uncontrollably.
Back then, they had promised to ascend to immortality together, but at the last moment, the White Emperor had abandoned her, remaining in the Xuanling Realm.
Eventually, he even severed the teleportation channel of the Xuanling Realm, cutting off all contact with other realms.
The Su Yan present here was not the true body of Su Yan, but a wisp of true spirit left behind when she ascended to the Immortal Spirit Realm.
Carrying a deep obsession, this wisp of true spirit had finally awakened after thousands of years of gestation. Upon its birth, it sought to question the White Emperor clearly.
Su Yan truly wanted to know why the White Emperor had broken his promise, deceived her feelings, and refused to accompany her to immortality.
Wen Die spoke, "Miss, you are truly mistaken. Ji Mo is not the White Emperor. Ten thousand years ago, the White Emperor had already perished. The ancient texts of my Misty Palace record it in detail."
A while ago, in order to understand the White Emperor, she had specifically flipped through many ancient texts within the sect and learned many little-known secrets.
"You are from the Misty Palace?"
Su Yan looked at Wen Die, her gaze very complex, and at the same time, her heart sank uncontrollably.
"I am the current Saintess of the Misty Palace, Wen Die. Our Misty Palace has a close connection with the White Emperor, so the recorded information should not be false."
Wen Die revealed her identity to prove the credibility of her words.
Upon hearing this, Hong Qiantu's expression immediately turned incredibly strange.
Didn't they have a connection? Your Saintess Su Yan is that White Emperor's old flame, and you, the new Saintess, have also gotten involved with the White Emperor.
What kind of situation is this!
The ancestor and her disciple's granddaughter both fell in love with the same man. Are the Saintesses of the Misty Palace all so consistent in their taste?
As for the White Emperor being dead, Hong Qiantu held a different view.
The appearance of Ji Mo was too sudden. Ten years ago, there was no such person; he seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
Moreover, he was low-key and his strength was unfathomable. In the entire Xuanling Realm, only the White Emperor possessed such characteristics.
Therefore, he firmly believed that Ji Mo was the White Emperor, or at the very least, the White Emperor's reincarnation.
Otherwise, it was impossible for such a reclusive master to appear in the Xuanling Realm for no reason. This simply didn't make sense.
And everything about Ji Mo seemed to have the shadow of the White Emperor, subtly present. Look at the way he held the jade flute, ready to strike, it was exactly like the legendary White Emperor.
Su Yan did not reveal her identity because it was too embarrassing. If it were rumored that the new and old Saintesses of the Misty Palace were fighting over the same man, wouldn't it be a laughingstock to the world?
"How are those ancient texts recorded? I want to see them." Da Feng Novel Network
A trace of grief appeared on Su Yan's face. She wanted to verify it herself, unwilling to believe that the White Emperor was truly dead.
"The secret texts of our sect are not convenient for outsiders to read," Wen Die refused.
"Outsiders?"
Su Yan sneered.
What was her status?
She was the last ancestor of the Misty Palace to ascend to immortality. If she was considered an outsider, then the Misty Palace would have no "insiders."
"My name is Su Yan. You should know me."
She finally couldn't help it and secretly transmitted her voice to Wen Die.
Su Yan?
That name seemed very familiar.
Wen Die's mind recalled the portraits of past ancestors in the Holy Temple. One of them clearly resembled the young girl in front of her.
"Grand-Ancestor Su Yan?"
Wen Die was struck by lightning, her mind roaring.
If this person was truly that Ancestor Su Yan, wouldn't that mean she herself...
"Master, it's over. I seem to be competing for a man with the Ancestor!"
Wen Die was in a state of turmoil, unsure how to face the situation. She immediately turned into a gust of wind and disappeared from the spot.
She truly had no face to stay here any longer; it was too embarrassing.
Moreover, the authenticity of this Su Yan was of utmost importance, and she had to return to the sect immediately to verify it.
"Ji Mo, is it? I will investigate clearly. If you are truly that scumbag White Emperor, hmph..."
Su Yan's figure also disappeared from the spot, eagerly heading to the Misty Palace to consult the texts, wanting to figure out what exactly had happened.
"Cultivators are amazing, coming and going as they please. And that second miss of the Wen family, she kissed me and then ran off. What a slut."
Ji Mo watched the two women disappear, feeling incredibly envious.
At the same time, he felt a bit wronged, like a bullied little wife. He had been taken advantage of, and the other party just patted their butt and ran off, which was very hurtful.
"Heh heh, Mr. Ji, now that everyone is gone, tell me, are you the White Emperor or not?"
Hong Qiantu rubbed his hands, looking at Ji Mo with a fawning smile.
He felt stifled and just wanted to know the truth, otherwise, he felt uneasy all over.
"Get lost. Don't appear before me again, or I'll beat you every time I see you."
Ji Mo glared at Hong Qiantu, the slight good impression he had before vanishing completely.
This old fellow was truly despicable, always trying to frame him.
Then he realized something was missing from his waist.
Hey, where's my toad?
It was only now that he noticed the Primordial Soul-Devouring Toad on his waist was gone.
This was for treating Ah Li's illness, a matter of great importance. How could it be lost?
"Ah..."
Suddenly, continuous, sharp screams came from the foot of the mountain.