C12

Ancient Three Kingdoms, inside the palace's great hall. In the vast palace, only the Monarch Gu and Gu Yi were inside.

The cold jade floor was like the surface of winter ice. Monarch Gu's expression was solemn, his face cold: Speak, who taught you your Day Du Nine Revolutions?

"I said, no comment." Gu Yi stood straight, his eyes filled with disappointment. A dignified Monarch Gu, actually dared to interrogate him for a celestial spell, and the person he was questioning was even his family.

"Impudent, I'm asking you a question." Monarch Gu suddenly slammed the dragon throne, a terrifying explosion resounded, wave after wave.

Gu Yi, who was standing below, instantly retreated a few steps. He held onto his chest and a line of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

Monarch Gu was still seated on the dragon throne, looking at him coldly: "Unfilial son, are you still not going to say?"

"Father, there is nothing to say." Gu Yi endured the pain in his chest and asked with difficulty.

Monarch Gu's anger caused his ribs to shatter. Even if he had the Ancient Three Kingdoms's miraculous medicine, he would at least need to rest for a few months.

The father and son from before had now become strangers.

"It seems like you want to …" Before he could finish, Monarch Gu stepped forward. In an instant, he appeared in front of Gu Yi. The two of them looked at each other, and revealed intense hostility.

Gu Yi, who had been cold since young, did not have a single good impression of Monarch Gu. He also thought about the look in his mother's eyes before she died, that expression, and that expression, he would never be able to forget about.

But now, the Monarch Gu was merciless to him, there was no need for him to be loyal to the Monarch Gu, even if the Monarch Gu was his father …

"Hmph." Monarch Gu smiled as if he was angered to the extreme, his hand formed a claw shape and slowly stretched towards Gu Yi's head.

Gu Yi did not resist, and he could not resist either. Monarch Gu and his cultivation level, were like a heaven and an ant, and didn't even have the qualifications to ask for a price.

"I will cripple you today, even if Day Du's Nine Revolutions can help you recover, I will see you once, cripple you once." The Monarch Gu said cruelly, and suddenly, he grabbed it.

With a loud bang, the Monarch Gu retracted his hand in surprise, and his eyes shone with a bright light.

"Good Boy." With a sullen face, the Monarch Gu formed a seal with one hand, causing the surrounding space and time to freeze. Gu Yi could only think, and nothing else could be done.

"Ancient Soul Lock."

Hiss …

A long chain shot out from the Monarch Gu's Seal, like a poisonous snake, constantly coiling around Gu Yi, ready to strike a fatal blow at any time.

"Gu Yi cannot move, your majesty, please stop …" From the void, a person transmitted his voice to the Monarch Gu.

"This …" The Monarch Gu stopped and the ancient soul lock cracked inch by inch. Following the shattering of the ancient soul lock, the Monarch Gu's seal turned into air, as if it had never appeared before.

As the sealing mark faded away, the Immortal qi grew stronger.

Gu Yi revealed a look of doubt, he could see that the Monarch Gu was truly afraid of something, "Could it be that Uncle Mu Yang is back?"

"No, he will never come again …"

Gu Yi lamented in his heart. Back then when he left without saying goodbye, Gu Yi had already been thoroughly disappointed with everyone around him. All these years, he had relied on himself.

Besides making the people of the underworld fearful, he had never enjoyed the status of a prince and had never intended to fight for it.

"You go back first." Monarch Gu's expression instantly eased up, and then he actually gently patted Gu Yi's shoulder. Then, the injury that Gu Yi had just received, recovered in an instant.

The gaze with which he looked at Gu Yi was exceptionally gentle, as if he was a father treating his son, and it was even more caring.

Such a rapid transformation made Gu Yi's mind dizzy.

"Yes, your son shall take his leave." Gu Yi didn't have the slightest bit of anger. Following his usual actions, he indifferently spoke a few words before slowly walking away, as if what happened just now was only a dream.

In the dead of night, Monarch Gu sat alone in his study, waiting for something.

"Speak, if you don't give me a proper reason, you should know what the consequences will be."

Unknowingly, an old man with white hair appeared beside Monarch Gu. His eyes were filled with vitality and revealed a mysterious light.

"Old Man doesn't dare to order His Majesty around." The old man said in a deep voice: "The seventh son of the Nether Yang Palace said that if the seventh son was harmed, the three emperors of the ancient country would not exist."

"Nether Yang Palace? What seventh son? " The Monarch Gu was confused.

"I didn't know what he meant back then, but the protective light of the Seventh Prince was something I felt from the seventh son, so I guessed …"

"He actually knows the seventh son?" Monarch Gu's face was gloomy, his heart was unsettled.

Of the seventeen sons of the Nether Yang Palace, the one with the most hopes of inheriting the strongest Nether Yang was publicly accepted to be the seventh son, Mu Yang Ming …

"It seems like it's time for me to change my mindset …" Monarch Gu seemed to have aged suddenly. This news was too shocking, too shocking.

Unknowingly, he seemed to recall that night. That was the only time he had lost his composure. That extremely ordinary girl, that day under the sunset, had unknowingly moved him deeply.

But after that, there was no longer that day's feeling. He had done something that would let that woman down, but to an Emperor, that was nothing.

"I don't want to see you again …" Miserable cries sounded like they were crying, causing people to feel pity for them.

"Bitch, scram …" With a palm strike from Monarch Gu, the woman was directly sent into the air, and then, the space ruptured as she fell into the cold palace.

"Brother Mu Yang, I have let you down …"

From the depths of the void came the soft voice of the woman blaming herself. She had already stopped crying …

After that, Gu Yi was born. Although the Monarch Gu did not like Gu Yi, he was his son after all, so he casually gave Gu Yi a palace.

But not long ago, Palaeo- Jie's mother, the empress of Ancient Three Kingdoms, told the Monarch Gu that Gu Yi had learned the Nine Revolutions from god knows where. This was a cultivation method that even the Monarch Gu drooled over, which Day Du did not pass down to.

But now, at this moment, Monarch Gu thought about everything that had happened to his, and his heart trembled.

"No wonder Palaeo- Jie said that this unfilial son of his has someone backing him up. It turns out he's the seventh son of the Nether Yang Palace …"

"Looks like I'm getting old …"

"Your Majesty, it might not be too late to make the decision now. After all, he is your blood and flesh." The old man respectfully said.

"Perhaps …"

"Asked Xiang, are you alright?"

Early in the morning, Gu Yi rushed over to Luo Feng Hall through the door and asked anxiously.

"What's wrong, Big Brother Gu Yi? I'm fine."

Due to various reasons, Day Wenxiang was normally not allowed to take even half a step outside of the Palace, so normally, the two of them would only be able to talk to each other through the door.

"That's good." Gu Yi clenched his fists tightly, a trace of hostility in his eyes.

He was already tired of the battles in the palace, but Palaeo- Jie kept pressing down on him again and again. Now that things had come to this point, he had no choice but to take action.

Yesterday, although the Monarch Gu did not know why he let him go, how could he let Day Wenxiang go?