The Book Soul Chronicles: Godslayer

Ye Qingyang returned to the courtyard. The house was dark and lifeless. Wu Penghui still hadn't come back.

Although Ye Qingyang was mentally prepared, the disappointment still welled up in his heart when he actually opened the door and did not see the room he had hoped for.

Ye Qingyang dragged his tired body and lay listlessly on the bed, his eyes tightly closed. He felt very tired, not only physically but also mentally.

He had spent many years with Wu Penghui and had long been accustomed to his presence. Now that Wu Penghui was gone, he felt lost.

Ye Qingyang thought their relationship was pure. He was very worried about Wu Penghui's disappearance and might not be able to rest well. But to his surprise, he slept very soundly, though he was still frowning in his sleep.

Ye Qingyang didn't wake up until the sun was just rising the next day. In the past, he had diligently practiced the Wuji Gong every day, studied the profound Wuji Gong by candlelight every night, and got up to practice his skills as soon as it was light in the morning.

He adapted well to this schedule. After all, at home, he was the eldest son and had to get up early to work. He would leave home at dawn to find pig feed or cut grass to feed the cows and horses.

In particular, he brought this habit with him to the Tiangang Sect. He dared not slack off for a moment and diligently studied and experimented. He discovered that the Wuji Gong was more effective when practiced in the morning, especially at the hour of Mao (5-7 AM).

Later, as his practice became more and more advanced, he discovered that practicing at night could relieve fatigue and restore energy. Now he can meditate all night to regulate his breathing and still be full of energy the next day.

However, he rarely did that. After all, he was used to sleeping at night and working during the day. He was really not used to staying up all night to meditate. He felt that it was more appropriate to sleep to restore his mental energy.

But this was a rare day for him; he overslept and didn't wake up on time. Perhaps he was too tired last night, or perhaps he was just exhausted!

When Ye Qingyang woke up, he habitually looked at the other bed, which was empty and had nothing in it. Just as he had expected, Wu Penghui had really disappeared. He glanced at it only because he was unwilling to accept it and still had a sliver of hope.

"What if Penghui came back and is already lying on the couch while I was sleeping too soundly last night!"

Although he knew it was impossible, Ye Qingyang still held onto this absurd idea in his mind.

The result is obvious: the fact remains that he/she is missing, and no one can change that. Even if you desperately hope it's just an accident, reality is often cruel, pulling you back to the truth and forcing you to accept the outcome.

Ye Qingyang felt empty inside. He sat on the bed for a while, sorting through the information he knew and thinking carefully about what to do. He couldn't just wander around like a headless fly!

After thinking it over, he slowly got up. Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to something on the table. He slowly approached the cauldron, very curious about what it was. It looked exquisite and beautiful, and it was obviously very valuable.

Such a treasure must not be discovered by anyone. Otherwise, with my current abilities, it would be difficult to protect myself, let alone protect this precious item.

However, the more Ye Qingyang looked at it, the more familiar it seemed, but he just couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

Ye Qingyang had no choice but to temporarily abandon his recollections and instead began to study the small cauldron in his hand.