515: Reward you a little star god

Yang Dian tapped his brow with his index finger, his gaze sweeping across the treasure vault.

Countless golden lights burst forth from his brow, scattering and falling onto the gilded boxes on the display shelves.

Perceiving the information relayed by the Dimension Butterfly, Yang Dian’s breathing hitched.

“Seventy-nine thousand six hundred and ninety-seven heaven and earth treasures, tens of thousands of Spirit Medicine, and millions of millennia-old Spirit Medicine?”

“Is this the foundation of the Great Yu Dynasty, the Great Yu Celestial Emperor?”

Thinking this, Yang Dian then recalled Yu Tian, who sat on the Golden Luan Hall.

“But with so many treasures, why doesn’t Yu Tian use them?”

Hearing Yang Dian’s murmur, Ling Ji’s expression shifted for a moment before she suddenly spoke:

“Perhaps it’s because he hasn’t fully mastered his Incarnation yet.”

Seeing Yang Dian turn his gaze to her, Ling Ji continued:

“Only a wisp of a remnant soul entered and took control of Yu Tian’s Incarnation.”

“And his body was refined by me, extracting most of the Origin Bloodline from tens of thousands of Great Yu imperial family members.”

“The magical power contained within his body was provided by the officials of Immortal Capital.”

“His current state is equivalent to a strong body and a weak soul.”

“With his remnant soul incomplete, he struggles even to control his current body; forcefully controlling it to fight would put him in danger of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.”

“Under these circumstances, he naturally wouldn’t use rare treasure to enhance his strength.”

An intrigued expression appeared in Yang Dian’s eyes.

Three days had passed.

This woman finally revealed some useful information.

‘Tsk, she really doesn’t seem like a good person~’

‘Did I just trick her by saying that the Taicang Realm was about to launch a full-scale attack?’

‘Does she think it’s unlikely for Yu Tian to turn the tide in this situation, so she’s giving up and truly preparing to surrender?’

As thoughts swirled in his mind, Yang Dian, after marking the rare treasure and Spirit Medicine, led Ling Ji out of the grotto-heaven and back outside the Golden Luan Hall.

Ling Ji had just exhaled when she noticed the space began to shift again.

Once the space stabilized, she looked at her surroundings and showed an expression that said, ‘just as I expected.’

It was just as she had predicted.

Yang Dian had brought her into Yu Tian’s secret vault, where he stored his rare treasures.

After awakening the Dimension Butterfly to mark the rare treasures piled high on the display shelves, Yang Dian’s pupils contracted again.

“Over two million heaven and earth treasures?”

Yang Dian, having received the Dimension Butterfly’s feedback, looked at Ling Ji:

“Is Yu Tian a hoarder? How can he hoard so much?”

“He obtained so many heaven and earth treasures from other realms, and not only does he not use them himself, but he doesn’t even bestow them upon his officials?”

Ling Ji didn’t know what ‘hoarder’ meant, but she assumed it wasn’t a good word.

“Under heaven, every land is the king’s land; within the realm, every man is the king’s subject.”

“In Yu Tian’s mind, everything in the Great Yu Dynasty belongs to him.”

“Only things he disdains or deems useless will he bestow upon others.”

“Tsk.” Yang Dian clicked his tongue in wonder:

“It’s only because his strength is overwhelmingly powerful.”

“If his strength were insufficient, he probably would have been driven from the Golden Luan seat long ago.”

With that, Yang Dian led Ling Ji away from the secret vault storing the heaven and earth treasures and arrived at the rear hall of the Golden Luan Hall, entering the secret vault where divine arts and secret manuals were kept.

He surveyed the bookshelves filled with jade slips, books, bamboo scrolls, and Golden Jade Books.

Just as Yang Dian was about to reach for a book on a shelf, he suddenly looked at Ling Ji:

“Tell me, if I take a book from the shelf, will Yu Tian know that a book is missing?”

Ling Ji was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly:

“Possibly.”

“Our Great Yu Dynasty is not without Formations that can sense weight and will sound an alarm if the weight becomes imbalanced.”

Yang Dian smiled, then reached out and took a Golden Jade Book with a jade spine, golden pages, and silver ink.

“My Lord…”

Hearing the sound, Yang Dian turned his head and looked at Ling Ji:

“Curious why I would still take the book, even though I know it would alert Yu Tian?”

Seeing Ling Ji nod, Yang Dian’s gaze fell upon the Golden Jade Book, on whose cover were written the six characters “Great Reincarnation Formation of the Heavens”:

“Am I afraid of him, Yu Tian?”

As his voice fell, Yang Dian waved his hand, and an entire secret vault of books flew into his spatial ring.

Just as Yang Dian put away the books, the entire secret vault suddenly began to shake, and the Great Yu Celestial Emperor’s voice came from afar:

“How dare you!”

“What petty thief dares to steal from my Great Yu’s secret vault!”

Yang Dian chuckled merrily, then wrapped his arm around Ling Ji’s soft, boneless waist and flew out of the secret vault, arriving outside the Golden Luan Hall.

“The word ‘steal’ is unseemly.”

Through the main doors of the Golden Luan Hall, Yang Dian, still with his arm around Ling Ji’s slender waist, laughed:

“How can a scholar’s matter be called stealing?”

“This Lord merely borrowed the Great Yu’s collection for a read; I will naturally return them after I am done.”

No sooner had he spoken than the Heavenly Palace Imperial Guards, alerted by the commotion, arrived in droves, densely surrounding the eight directions of heaven and earth.

But looking at Yang Dian, and Ling Ji, who was almost pressed against him, encircled by his arm, the guards exchanged bewildered glances.

The Great Yu Empress—which of them, the guards on duty in the Heavenly Palace, didn’t recognize her?

But what was happening now?

The Celestial Emperor was sitting on the Golden Luan seat, angrily scolding Yang Dian for stealing books.

Yang Dian was embracing the Empress’s slender waist, a smile playing on his lips, completely disregarding the Celestial Emperor.

Was this a scene they were allowed to witness?

After seeing it, they would probably be beheaded by the Celestial Emperor for merely blinking or shifting their bodies, wouldn’t they?

Amidst the dilemma of the Heavenly Palace elite guards—who neither dared to fight, nor leave, nor watch, nor speak—Yu Tian slowly rose from the Golden Luan seat, paced out of the Golden Luan Hall, and met Yang Dian’s gaze with a detached look:

“Even if this Emperor is gravely wounded, I am not someone you, a mere thief, can lightly insult!”

Yang Dian hugged Ling Ji by the waist, pulling her closer into his embrace:

“Insult?”

“What insult?”

“Are you talking about Ji Nü?”

Yang Dian grabbed Ling Ji’s chin, and in her gaze, filled with shame and fury to the point of death, he laughed:

“It wasn’t I who sought her out.”

“She came to me herself.”

“Rumble~~~”

No sooner had Yang Dian’s words fallen than the bright daylight was instantly obscured by thick dark clouds, and endless lightning flashed within the clouds, as if presaging the end of the world.

When a common man rages, blood splatters three feet.

When an emperor rages, millions lie dead.

What about when the Celestial Emperor rages?

Heaven and earth overturn!

Clearly, Yu Tian was furious at this moment.

Watching Yu Tian’s Aura begin to surge uncontrollably, as if he might strike at any moment, Yang Dian, with a hint of a smile, began to count down under Ling Ji’s puzzled gaze.

“3…”

“2…”

“1…”

As the countdown ended.

The wind ceased, the thunder quieted, and the world fell into silence.

Only faint sounds from the battlefield high above, where the Great Azure Cultivators were fighting desperately, remained.

Yu Tian, his face impassive but his eyes burning with a desire to dismember Yang Dian, raised his head in a daze, staring blankly at the sky.

That was precisely where the Wormhole Tadpoles had transformed into a wormhole, connecting the two places.

It was also from where the Aura of the Little Star God remotely emanated.

“Surprised? Unexpected?”

“Seeing an old acquaintance, do you feel a sense of pleasant surprise?”

The Great Yu Celestial Emperor, having recovered, glared fixedly at Yang Dian:

“It’s you!”

“It was you who lured this Emperor to another realm and used those stellar beings against this Emperor?”

“That’s right~” Yang Dian snapped his fingers:

“You win a prize.”

“I reward you with a Little Star God.”

Saying this, Yang Dian again wrapped his arm around Ling Ji’s waist, gently stepped back, entered the spatial interlayer, and vanished from everyone’s sight.

Only his last words slowly echoed through the Heavenly Palace:

“Furthermore.”

“Your wife is very moist.”