Started from listening to music in the brothel and earned billions of bad people

"Tell me!" Li Xingyun's eyes lit up instantly, and there seemed to be a burning flame in his eyes. He asked anxiously.

His body leaned forward slightly, and his hands clenched unconsciously, as if as long as Yuan Tiangang told him a clue, he could immediately grasp that glimmer of hope.

Now that the throne was a sure thing, Li Xingyun was concerned about finding his mother. His mother's voice and smile often appeared in his dreams, and that was the softest part of his heart.

Even if the chances are slim, like searching for a needle in the vast ocean, as long as there is a slight possibility, Li Xingyun will not give up. He has an obsession in his heart to find his mother, bring her back to his side, and make up for the lost family time.

Yuan Tiangang didn't hesitate when he saw this. He knew Li Xingyun's mood at the moment and said immediately: "A woman was found in Xicheng. She seems to have some relationship with Concubine Ye, but... her brain seems to be a little not working well!" There was a hint of hesitation in his words, as if he was considering how to describe the situation of this woman.

After hearing what Yuan Tiangang said, Li Xingyun felt a glimmer of hope in his heart, but also a little worried. He wondered if this woman with a poor brain could provide some useful clues.

"Let's go and take a look!" Li Xingyun didn't even think twice and stood up from his chair almost instantly. His movements were so fast that it was terrifying!

His eyes gleamed with determination and eagerness, as if a blazing flame burned within them. He possessed the miraculous Eyes of Truth, like a mysterious detector, capable of discerning hidden secrets invisible to others. If this matter truly was related to his mother, then he held the key to the truth, certain to uncover something crucial within this complex mystery.

"Yes, I'll lead the way!" Yuan Tiangang didn't hesitate for even a second when he heard Li Xingyun's words.

He bowed slightly, then turned and walked out of the study with steady and powerful steps. Li Xingyun saw him and hurriedly followed.

In this heavily guarded Shenwu City, with Yuan Tiangang constantly by his side, Li Xingyun felt reassured and didn't worry about his own safety at all. After all, they were two top-tier masters at the Transcendence Realm!

The two of them were like two arrows shot from a bow, not stopping for a moment along the way. They passed through long corridors, the red lanterns swaying gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound, as if silently praying for their progress. They passed through exquisite courtyards, the flowers, plants and trees in the courtyards casting mottled shadows in the moonlight.

Soon, they arrived at West City. When Li Xingyun's eyes fell on the scene before him, his mouth opened slightly involuntarily, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

The stone pavement of West City was riddled with potholes and broken in places, as if trampled repeatedly by countless giant footprints. The houses along the street were mostly dilapidated, with some roofs collapsed, revealing dark holes that spoke like giant eyes of past glory and present decline. Green vines crawled over the walls, like ferocious snakes, tightly coiling around them as if to devour the dilapidated houses.

As the two approached their destination, the surroundings grew increasingly dilapidated. The already narrow streets were now filled with garbage and debris, emitting a pungent, rancid stench. Most of the roadside shops were closed, their paint peeling off, revealing the rotting wood within. A few windows occasionally shone faintly, but their light seemed especially weak and desolate in the darkness, as if it could be swallowed by the darkness at any moment.

There were only a few pedestrians on the street. They wore tattered clothes, expressions of fear and numbness on their faces as they hurried by, as if afraid of being contaminated by the surrounding desolation. Li Xingyun frowned, a sense of inexplicable worry welling up in his heart. He didn't know what truth awaited them in the depths of this desolation. Although Shenwu City was the capital of the Shenwu Empire, some things were unavoidable!

Even the most prosperous places, like the radiant sun, sometimes get obscured by dark clouds. There are still relatively backward and dilapidated corners that harbor filth and dirt. These corners, like patches on the finery of a bustling city, or imperceptible flaws on a beautiful jade, lurk behind the bustling hustle and bustle, quietly exuding decay and unbearableness. And this place before us is just like that.

Upon entering this area, the first thing that catches your eye is the shabby, crowded little houses. These houses, like old men battered by time, stand crooked and threatened to collapse at any moment. They cling together like a group of beggars huddled together for warmth in the cold wind, yet appear so helpless. The tiles on the roofs are broken, and in some places, dark holes are exposed, like deep eyes silently observing the suffering of the world. The plaster on the walls has peeled off in large pieces, revealing the rough bricks underneath, like the wrinkles on an old man's face, engraved with the vicissitudes of time.

The streets and alleys were filled with garbage and excrement. The pungent smell, like an invisible net, instantly enveloped everyone, making it almost impossible to breathe. Trash piled up like a mountain, broken branches, and all kinds of unnamed debris.

The garbage was intertwined, forming huge black lumps that looked like cancer on the land. The excrement was exposed to the air unscrupulously, emitting a nauseating stench. Flies buzzed around it, as if it were a grand carnival party.

Lying haphazardly on both sides of the road, like puppets abandoned by fate, they wore ragged clothes, their faces sallow, their eyes revealing endless despair and numbness. Some covered themselves with worn sacks, while others simply lay on the cold ground, letting the chill wind whip at their frail bodies.

Beside them, they lay simple begging tools: broken bowls and wooden sticks, as if their last resort in this world. These people, seemingly forgotten by the world, silently await death in this impoverished corner. Everything about them reveals the poverty of this place!