Chapter 1247: 1246: Lv Nanyi, Lending a Hand, For the Sake of the Great Emperor

Chapter 1247: Chapter 1246: Lv Nanyi, Lending a Hand, For the Sake of the Great Emperor

“You don’t understand. Given Nan Yi’s current situation, directly approaching her would be awkward,” Ji Changnian shook his head and explained.

“Do you understand the feeling of watching the woman you love marry someone else, yet being powerless to stop it?”

“I don’t,” Xu Zimei shook his head.

“Forget it,” Ji Changnian sighed helplessly and shook his head again.

As the two spoke, Commander Zhan descended the stairs from the second floor once more.

“Who is Ji Changnian?” He looked at Xu Zimei and Ji Changnian and asked.

“It’s me,” Ji Changnian quickly stepped forward and replied.

“Nan Yi asked me to tell you: Knowing something is impossible and still pursuing it is the most foolish act,” Commander Zhan warned.

“Go back. Don’t get involved in this matter.”

Watching Commander Zhan’s departing figure, Ji Changnian opened his mouth but ultimately remained silent.

“What if he could help resolve your Lv Clan crisis?” Xu Zimei asked on the side.

Hearing this, Commander Zhan, who was on his way out, suddenly froze mid-step. He slowly turned his head and asked, “Are you speaking for yourself, or for Qiankun Holy Land?”

Clearly, seeing Xu Zimei with Ji Changnian, he had assumed Xu Zimei was also affiliated with Qiankun Holy Land.

“Do you remember your Lv Clan’s Ancestor?” Xu Zimei didn’t answer his question but instead posed another.

“What do you know?” Commander Zhan’s eyes narrowed, and he quickly asked.

If the Lv Clan’s Immortal King hadn’t vanished unexpectedly, their family’s position wouldn’t be so precarious today.

Thus, finding the Immortal King seemed to be the only solution.

“Can we talk now?” Xu Zimei said.

“Please come with me,” Commander Zhan extended his arm and spoke.

Following Commander Zhan’s lead, the group arrived at the Lv Clan’s private room.

This Yueyang Tower private room was extraordinary. Inside the vermilion-red doors, paintings of cranes flying westward and Yueyang’s sunset scenes hung diagonally on the walls.

The room was themed around vermilion blossoms, with pink flowers scattered everywhere like seedlings.

Inside the private room, apart from Commander Zhan, there was an elderly woman and a veiled young woman.

Judging by Ji Changnian’s slightly trembling body, Xu Zimei guessed this young woman must be Lv Nanyi.

“Ju’er, I told you to make them leave,” the elderly woman spoke in a heavy tone, asking.

“He knows something about the ancestor,” Zhan Ju replied.

“Speak then, what do you know.”

“What I refer to isn’t your missing Immortal King, but a more ancient ancestor,” Xu Zimei replied.

“An even older ancestor,” the people present froze for a moment, looked at each other in surprise, and finally the elderly woman asked in disbelief.

“Are you talking about Ancestor Lv?”

“When did your Lv Clan ever have a second Great Saint?” Xu Zimei countered.

“But wasn’t Ancestor Lv already slain by the White Emperor?” the elderly woman’s face darkened as she said.

“This matter is widely known to the world. Are you trying to deceive us?”

“Indeed, Sage Lv is dead, but to some extent, he hasn’t completely perished.

I saw him when I visited White Emperor Mountain,” Xu Zimei said.

“I owe him a favor, so I fulfilled one of his wishes.

Sage Lv asked me to come help your Lv Clan.”

“What nonsense. You’re just a wet-behind-the-ears boy—how can you help my Lv Clan?” the elderly woman interrupted, her voice cold.

“Our Lv Clan has now stabilized relations with the Wang Family. Who sent you here to sow discord?”

“Given the current state of the Lv Clan, its downfall is inevitable,” Xu Zimei whispered, shaking his head slightly, glancing at Zhan Ju and Lv Nanyi.

“I’ve said my piece. I will stay overnight here at Yueyang Tower. If you believe me, come find me.

If not, I’ll leave on my own accord tomorrow,” Xu Zimei said.

Watching Xu Zimei’s retreating figure, the elderly woman’s face grew grim, unleashing an overwhelming aura.

She thrust her palm toward Xu Zimei, shouting, “You can’t leave until you’ve clarified everything!”

As her palm descended, the entire private room trembled.

Yet Xu Zimei paid her no mind. Just as the palm landed on his back, a “boom” echoed—a sound seeming to arise from the Vein Gate’s vibration.

The elderly woman was directly sent flying, crashing through the window behind her, falling from the Yueyang Tower’s second floor to the street below.

“Granny Hua!” Zhan Ju rushed forward, shouting.

Xu Zimei left the private room, and after glancing at Lv Nanyi, Ji Changnian quickly followed him out.

The two each secured a room in Yueyang Tower.

Meanwhile, back in the Lv Clan’s private room, Zhan Ju had managed to rescue Granny Hua.

“We must notify the Wang Family about this matter and have them chase out the culprit for us,” Granny Hua said furiously.

“Granny, our surname is Lv,” the veiled young woman, Lv Nanyi, finally spoke up, her voice calm.

Granny Hua froze, then smiled awkwardly. “Nan Yi, a married woman belongs to her husband’s family now. You must learn to adapt.”

“It’s getting late, Granny Hua, you should rest now,” Lv Nanyi said faintly.

“Nan Yi, you must think carefully and never heed the malicious whisperings of deceitful men.

Lest this plunge our Lv Clan into utter ruin,” Granny Hua warned with one more admonition before rising to leave.

Inside the private room, Lv Nanyi and Zhan Ju fell silent.

“Nan Yi, what do you think?” Zhan Ju finally broke the silence.

“Trust him,” Lv Nanyi said.

“Isn’t it reckless to blindly trust a stranger?” Zhan Ju replied.

“Marrying into the Wang Family was only a calculated move. The Lv Clan is doomed.

We might as well try this person’s proposal. If our Lv Clan is destroyed, what could he possibly gain?” Lv Nanyi said.

“Then I’ll keep an eye on Granny Hua. She seems eager to align herself with the Wang Family and might report him,” Zhan Ju said.

“Let her report, then. It will serve as a test of that man’s capabilities,” Lv Nanyi replied.

“For now, it may be our only means of hope,” Zhan Ju murmured with a faint shake of his head.

…

In his room, Xu Zimei slowly opened his eyes.

The Zhurong’s Flame within his body gradually subsided, and his door was gently pushed open.

“Forgive me for disturbing you so late, sir. I hope you don’t mind,” Lv Nanyi’s figure slowly stepped inside.

An oil lamp lit itself automatically, and in the faint lamplight, Lv Nanyi, wearing a veiled face and dressed in a crimson robe, entered the room.

Her long hair fell like jet silk, as though it had been meticulously styled, cascading behind her back. She exuded an intelligent and refined beauty.

She walked gracefully, slowly removing the veil from her face.

In that instant, a beauty capable of captivating nations unfolded like music before him.

One smile born of her charm eclipsed even the fairest of maidens from the imperial palace.

With an oval face, dramatic phoenix-shaped eyes, and slender Liu Ye-like brows, she embodied the vigor of a heroine, a figure unmatched by men.

“For Lv Clan to produce someone like you, perhaps there is hope for revival after all,” Xu Zimei remarked.

“Thank you for your praise,” Lv Nanyi sighed. “But in the end, it cannot save Lv Clan.”

“I have one question,” Xu Zimei said.

“By all means, sir,” Lv Nanyi replied with a nod.

“Why does Qiankun Holy Land, knowing the plight of their Saintess, refuse to help?” Xu Zimei asked.

“Because of the Wang Family’s Great Emperor,” Lv Nanyi answered straightforwardly.