Little Sorcerer, Divine Doctor-Chapter 987 - 139: Farewell Time

Apart from the Bahuang Tribe eyeing them covetously, Yun Sheng was also concerned about Hou Qin Dugu Xiu, Lady Chi Bi, and others. These past few years, they seemed very quiet, but would the blood of the Bahuang descendants in them really stay dormant?

Ji Ru Mo invited the Regent King of Great Zhou, and he must have also invited representatives of the other three countries, the Magic Temple, the Hunter Soldier Union, and the Mainland Elite Camp.

"It seems that this Penglai voyage is inevitable," Yun Sheng had already made up her mind.

The Golden Qilin beside her glanced at the letter, its expression complicated.

The invitation requested that several major nations must arrive at Penglai before the fifteenth of next month.

Yun Sheng decided to first relay this news to Empress Dowager Wenren and...

On the northern side of the Imperial Palace, there is a vacant field paved with long stones.

That is the Dazhou Imperial Palace’s drill ground, with stone beasts weighing from five hundred to over ten thousand pounds placed around.

Next to the drill ground, there are various weapons, gleaming coldly under the midday sun.

Sunlight filtered through dense leaves, casting mottled patches on the ground.

Several youths were seen in a horse stance, with an incense stick beside them.

These children were about ten years old, the perfect age for learning fighting spirit and magic.

In the middle of the children stood a person.

With only a Martial Artist Robe draped over him, Rich Man Gold shone with a golden glow and stood with hands behind his back like a mentor, urging the group of youths.

Its often unemotional gaze most frequently settled on a youth on the far eastern side.

The youth was taller than the other children; his appearance was handsome, and he carried an inherent aura of imperial dignity.

The Martial Artist Robe on him was already soaked, and the incense stick beside him was half thicker than that of the other children.

Seeing the youth’s diligent manner, a thoughtful look flashed across the Golden Qilin’s eyes.

"Regent King, Master Gold," as they saw Yun Sheng and the Golden Qilin approaching.

The youths greeted them loudly.

Although they greeted with their mouths, their bodies remained completely still.

The youth on the east, upon seeing Yun Sheng, said nothing.

He merely raised his head arrogantly; this person was none other than the little emperor of Great Zhou, Ye Beicheng.

Three years had passed, yet he still held some grudges against Yun Sheng.

In Ye Beicheng’s view, no matter how much Yun Sheng had done for Great Zhou in the past three years, she was ultimately a thief who had seized the "Regent King" throne of his brother Ye Beiming through coercion.

Three years ago, Yun Sheng had forcefully ordered Ye Beicheng to move to the palace furthest from Empress Dowager Wenren.

Afterward, she threw the seven-year-old Ye Beicheng into the "Sky Hunting Corps" for a duration of two years.

Those two years were the most difficult years of Ye Beicheng’s life.

No one in the Hunting Corps knew Ye Beicheng’s identity, nor did they treat him as a seven-year-old child.

However the hunter soldiers trained, Ye Beicheng trained in the same way.

Whenever they went on missions, Ye Beicheng had to go on missions too.

There, Ye Beicheng tasted the flavor of blood, and there, with trembling tender hands, he earned his first gold coin.

For the first time, due to fighting over a mission, he fought until his head was injured, and for survival, he drank demon beast blood for the first time.

After two years, when nine-year-old Ye Beicheng returned from the Hunting Corps, he had completely shed his former image of a little prince in a greenhouse.

He had grown at least two heads taller, like a young tiger beast.

He was no longer picky about food, and he didn’t even frown during intensive training.

He originally thought that his transformation would be enough to make Yun Sheng look at him in a new light.

But, Ye Beicheng guessed wrong.

When Yun Sheng saw Ye Beicheng, instead of praising him, she found him a new mentor.

That new mentor was Yun Sheng’s personal guard, Rich Man Gold.

The first time Ye Beicheng saw Rich Man Gold, he was disdainful. How could a creature with no magic power or fighting spirit teach him combat skills or magic?

Yun Sheng did not explain further; she merely instructed Rich Man Gold to spar with Ye Beicheng.

That sparring match ended with Ye Beicheng having three of his ribs broken.

Ye Beicheng obediently kept quiet and accepted Rich Man Gold as his mentor.

In Rich Man Gold’s eyes, it only recognized two people: Yun Sheng, who brought it into being, and Ye Beiming, who trained it.

Aside from these two, it did not regard any little emperor of Great Zhou or Martial Saint in its eyes.

Therefore, Yun Sheng chose it to be Ye Beicheng’s mentor.

Judging from the training results of the past year, Rich Man Gold and the young emperor indeed made a good teacher-student pair.

"Little Emperor, three years have passed. You should more or less be qualified to be the emperor again," Yun Sheng suddenly spoke after observing for a moment.

As soon as Yun Sheng finished speaking, a crack appeared on the cold face of the little emperor Ye Beicheng, which looked somewhat similar to Ye Beiming.

Did he hear it wrong? Did that woman just say that he could be emperor again?

Heaven knows, for the past three years, Ye Beicheng had been waiting for these words every moment.

The implication of these words is that he, Ye Beicheng, had finally gained this woman’s recognition.

However, if he became emperor again, did that mean Yun Sheng would leave as the "Regent King"?

For some reason, instead of the expected joy, the little emperor Ye Beicheng felt a sense of loss.

"Hmph, you really are a fickle woman, leaving Great Zhou and brother after only three years," the little emperor said coldly.

"Tch, instead of learning the good, you learned the bad. You really are brothers with Ye Beiming. You’ve mastered the art of venomous tongue. If you can’t bear to see me go, say it straightforwardly. Instead, you provoke me into turning you into a pighead with magic just for fun," Yun Sheng shrugged, effortlessly revealing Ye Beicheng’s true thoughts with a single sentence.

Seeing his thoughts exposed, his small face turned red as if it had been scorched by coals.

"If not, why are you leaving? You clearly said you would look after Great Zhou," Ye Beicheng, unknowingly, had already come to see Yun Sheng as an indispensable part of Great Zhou.

"I told you three years ago that I was only temporarily looking after Great Zhou. Over the past three years, this useless mud can at least be presentable now. With Cheng Bai in civil matters and Bu Jiuxiao in martial matters, along with a group of young talents, little emperor, you are no longer the greenhouse flower of three years ago and have graduated. Little Emperor, you have done very well over these three years," for the first time, Yun Sheng looked at Ye Beicheng with eyes of approval.

Ye Beicheng was dumbfounded; Yun Sheng was actually praising him.

This woman, always mocking and torturing him, was actually praising him.

"I have to go to Penglai, whether I can return is still unknown. Great Zhou will be up to you from now on," Yun Sheng waved her hand nonchalantly, turned around, and left without looking back.

"Wait... Imperial Sister-in-law... you must come back!" The little emperor Ye Beicheng, upon hearing Yun Sheng’s plan to go to Penglai, immediately understood the situation.

Return?

Yun Sheng’s mouth turned upward slightly, but she didn’t answer, for even she didn’t know if she could come back smoothly this time.

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