Everyone's all smiles on the surface but secretly cunning, but the junior sister only wants to

Ye Ming, holding his breath and intently lurking in the shadows, overheard the entire conversation between the two. However, despite understanding everything, he was helpless in the face of the situation. Just then, when the name "Qingyan" reached his ears, his body jolted, and he froze on the spot. The pronunciation of "Qingyan" and "Qingyan" was so similar, like a lightning bolt piercing the night sky, striking the softest corner of his heart.

Back when Qingyan first arrived in this realm, she was mortally wounded and on the verge of death. Her injuries were so severe that her form shrank dramatically, transforming her into the appearance of a child. Seeing this tragic state, the Lotus Goddess was frantic with worry. To ensure Qingyan's safety, she didn't hesitate to send an undercover agent to use the incomparably precious Purifying Pearl to forcibly seal away Qingyan's cultivation and memories. In this way, Qingyan survived, but all her past experiences were buried deep within her heart, never to be recalled again.

Ye Ming, however, was different; he was a reincarnation who came into this world. Although his powerful magic did not accompany his reincarnation, his past memories were deeply engraved in his soul like a brand, clear and unforgettable.

In this mysterious and unpredictable world, the many gods are completely unaware of whether others also exist in this world. This is all because the game laid out by the Lotus Goddess is truly intricate and enigmatic. Apart from herself, no one can fathom its mysteries, much less know what her overall plan is.

Not long after, Jiang Shiliu and Qingyan hurriedly arrived at the Southern Demon Lord's territory. The power of the double heavenly lightning was truly not to be underestimated; it was incredibly powerful. Throughout the main city, apart from Ye Ming's bedroom, which remained unscathed, all other areas suffered varying degrees of damage. Broken walls and rubble were everywhere, some buildings had their roofs blown off, and the walls were riddled with cracks, silently testifying to the terror of the heavenly lightning that had just struck.

As for Mo Yuchen, he also smoothly entered the Tribulation Transcending stage. However, his cultivation level is currently in an unstable state. Qingyan is well aware of the risks involved, so she strictly forbids Mo Yuchen from using his cultivation. After all, everything must wait until his cultivation level is completely stable before proceeding, which is also for his safety.

Qingyan was here in her true form, so her cultivation was exceptionally stable, like a deep, calm lake without the slightest ripple. Jiang Shiliu and Jiang Moqi exchanged a glance, instantly understanding each other, and then without hesitation, charged straight into Ye Ming's treasure vault.

On Ye Ming's side, he watched helplessly as a group of people stormed through the barrier he had carefully set up, then blasted the door to his treasure vault to smithereens. The door was reduced to fragments, like withered branches and leaves ravaged by a storm. Seeing this, Ye Ming nearly fainted from rage. His face flushed red, his eyes widened, and his chest heaved violently.

However, when he finally saw their faces clearly, his expression changed drastically. He burst into tears, crying so hard that tears streamed down his face. Like a child who had suffered endless injustice, he hugged Jiang Shiliu's leg and sobbed, "Lord God, you've finally come for me! You can't even imagine the dark and hopeless life I've lived all these years! Waaah..."

Jiang Shiliu stood there, somewhat at a loss, looking at the stunned crowd around them, especially at Ye Ming, who was clinging tightly to her leg and crying his heart out. She gave an awkward laugh and hurriedly explained, "Ahaha, um... I really don't know him! Absolutely!"

However, upon hearing this, Ye Ming's crying did not stop; instead, it grew even more piercing. He sobbed and cried out, "My Lord God, how could you be so cruel? I endured countless hardships to reach this place, and now all I have left are memories, not even a trace of magic! You can't possibly imagine how I climbed this Demon Lord's throne step by step with such difficulty! Waaah..."

At this moment, Song Shiyue couldn't help but interject, "Isn't the Demon Lord's succession usually passed down by his biological children?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Ming suddenly raised his head, glared fiercely at Song Shiyue, and then continued to cry out, "But this Demon Realm is gloomy and dark, and there is no sunlight all year round! Look, because I have been living in this environment for a long time, I am already severely malnourished!" After saying that, he deliberately stretched out his arm to show off his seemingly fair and delicate skin, which was even more delicate than a girl's.

The others exchanged bewildered glances, staring at Ye Ming, a tall and imposing man crying like a child. Their faces were filled with questions, as if they were about to burst forth from their minds.

"Alright, that's enough!" Jiang Shiliu finally couldn't contain her frustration and shouted, "When are you going to stop this endless commotion? Where is the Purifying Pearl, the Purifying Pearl in your hands?" Her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes revealing a hint of impatience. At this moment, she could only speak up to stop Ye Ming, who was crying uncontrollably. Ye Ming's eyes were red and swollen, and tears continued to stream down his cheeks. Despite Jiang Shiliu's scolding, he showed no sign of stopping his pitiful appearance.

"Huh?" Ye Ming was suddenly pulled out of his emotional world by Jiang Shiliu's shout. His lips trembled slightly, and he stammered, "The...the spirit pearl is in the Misty Forest..." After speaking, his eyes darted away, not daring to meet Jiang Shiliu's questioning gaze.

"What?" Su Luoluo's eyes widened, her face full of confusion. "Didn't you release the news that you had already obtained the Spirit Pearl? How could you do this? Do you know that because of your news, all parties have already begun to stir!" Her voice trembled slightly with excitement, and her hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

"I was tricked by someone!" Ye Ming cried out loudly as if he had found an outlet for his emotions. "Those guys are too cunning. I only resorted to this tactic to prevent others from coveting this spirit pearl, and I spread the rumors..." As he spoke, he wiped the tears from his face with his sleeve, looking like a child who had done something wrong and was defending himself.

“Little Shiliu,” Qingyan sighed softly, her gaze calm as she said, “It seems we still need to go into the Misty Forest. Anyway, Yu Chen and I have already reached the Tribulation Transcending stage. Although the Misty Forest is fraught with danger, with our current cultivation levels, we should be able to enter, right?” There was no trace of frustration on her face. Although this trip was essentially a wasted trip, she remained composed. She stood there, her posture upright, her light blue robes fluttering in the wind, giving off a sense of tranquility and serenity.

Upon hearing Qingyan's words, Ye Ming slowly raised his head, staring blankly at her. He was instantly frozen in place, his eyes fixed on Qingyan, completely dumbfounded. The woman before him, with her exquisite features and elegant demeanor, was exactly like the Goddess Qingyan. Ye Ming's mind seemed to freeze; he simply stared, dumbfounded.

After a long while, Ye Ming seemed to come to his senses, his gaze slowly shifting to the man standing beside Qing Yan. This glance, however, shocked him even more; his mouth gaped open, almost unable to close. "Huh? Why is the God of Ink here too?" he thought to himself in surprise. "And when did he become so close to the Goddess of Qing Yan?" Ye Ming felt as if his head was a tangled mess, unable to make sense of this sudden situation.