Volume 14, Chapter 940 – The Chaotic Corpse Was Stolen

“No matter who it was that kidnapped the women of our Xi clan, they must pay a terrible price.”

With this thought in mind, the Xi clan gathered all their top experts and headed to the designated meeting place, prepared to tear Han Qianyang into pieces.

Han Qianyang, however, was no fool. Being a man with no allies, he naturally wouldn’t rush straight into a trap. Instead, the old man returned home and called for his granddaughter once again.

“Xiaorou, the Xi clan clearly has no intention of exchanging hostages. I’ll hand her over to you now. No matter what methods you use, find out the hiding place of the Ancestor’s corpse as quickly as possible. Since the Xi clan refuses to make the exchange, I’ll just go take it myself.”

Han Qianyang made his request.

“Torture for information? I’m not good at that… Why don’t you do it yourself?”

Han Yurou replied helplessly.

“There’s a difference between men and women, and frankly, it’s improper for me to lay hands on her.”

Han Qianyang explained awkwardly.

Han Yurou understood, and with some reluctance, stored Xi Yu’s mother in her spatial ring.

Over the next few days, Han Yurou attempted what she called “interrogation through torture” on Xi Yu’s mother. But due to her soft-heartedness and the woman’s unyielding silence, she didn’t obtain a single piece of information.

That day, Han Yurou was in her boudoir, pondering how to make Xi Yu’s mother speak. Suddenly, a servant came to report: “Miss, there’s a man at the gate asking to see Miss Chen Yuzhu by name.”

“A man? What kind of man?”

Han Yurou turned curiously to Qi Huang, who was next to her munching on melon seeds.

Qi Huang’s expression changed slightly. She cautiously asked, “What’s his name?”

“He said his name is Huang Tian.”

The servant replied.

“Don’t see him. Absolutely do not let him in. Tell him I’m not in the residence.”

Qi Huang immediately grew anxious and quickly hid beside Han Yurou, looking startled.

“What’s going on? Is this Huang Tian your enemy?”

Han Yurou asked in confusion.

“No… he’s my matchmaking partner.”

Qi Huang fiddled with her sleeves and blurted out an excuse.

“If he’s your matchmaking partner, why won’t you see him?”

Han Yurou grew more curious.

“It’s because of the red mole on my face. We were childhood sweethearts, but went our separate ways due to certain reasons. Back then, I didn’t have this red mark. I just don’t want him to see me like this.”

Qi Huang mumbled.

Han Yurou’s beautiful eyes widened slightly. A trace of sympathy appeared on her face as she sighed and instructed the servant, “Tell him to leave. Tell him Chen Yuzhu isn’t at the Han residence.”

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“Yes!”

The servant took the order and left.

Looking at Qi Huang’s “downcast” mood, Han Yurou hesitated for a moment before grasping her hand gently. “Don’t be sad. Before your matchmaking meeting, I’ll find a way to cure the red mole on your face.”

“Mm.”

Qi Huang nodded softly, her tearful expression almost too convincing. In fact, the so-called Huang Tian was none other than her Heavenly Soul doppelgänger. He had come to the Han residence only to play a part in this act. The effect was obvious, Miss Han in front of her had already cast aside most of her suspicions.

In the following days, Han Yurou tended to Qi Huang’s treatment while also struggling to extract information from Xi Yu’s mother. Being pulled in both directions, she made no progress.

Seeing this, Qi Huang felt a bit speechless and offered herself: “Miss, leave the interrogation to me. I’m an expert at it.”

“You know how to interrogate through torture?”

Han Yurou looked at her with suspicion.

“Of course! I’ve been tormented long enough by this red blotch. I’m full of pent-up frustration and just need someone to vent it on. I promise I’ll get you the information you need.”

Qi Huang cracked her knuckles with eagerness.

“You don’t look like someone who’s been suffering at all.”

Han Yurou couldn’t help but mutter. Suddenly, her expression changed. “Wait a minute… Who told you I was interrogating anyone?”

“Didn’t you tell me?”

Qi Huang asked back innocently.

“I told you?”

Han Yurou pointed at herself, incredulous.

“Yeah, you said you were currently interrogating Xi Yu’s mother to find out the location of the Chaotic Corpse, so you didn’t have much time to treat me and asked me to be understanding.”

Qi Huang lied with a straight face, feigning sincerity.

“Utter nonsense! Why would I ever tell you something like that?”

Han Yurou’s expression grew stern. She stepped forward, pressing, “Speak. How did you find out?”

“That’s not important. What matters is that I can help you.”

Qi Huang tried to brush it off.

“Oh, you won’t say? Then I’ll just make you the one under interrogation.”

Han Yurou said sharply.

“Alright, fine. I found out by accident.”

Qi Huang knew she couldn’t keep lying, so she pulled out the Shadow-Retaining Mirror. “While observing the people’s livelihood out of boredom, I overheard you and your grandfather discussing it.”

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“What’s this thing? A bronze mirror?”

Han Yurou took it with curiosity.

“This is a real treasure.”

Qi Huang immediately began explaining the Shadow-Retaining Mirror’s features.

“There’s actually something in this world that even Divine Sense can’t detect?”

Han Yurou grew increasingly amazed. After a moment, she said, “In that case, nobody in the world has secrets in front of you. Doesn’t that mean you can spy on anyone you want?”

“Well, technically yes, but I have moral standards, okay? I wouldn’t just peep on people.”

Qi Huang clarified.

“Heh…”

Han Yurou cast a disdainful glance at her, then bluntly stored the mirror in her own spatial ring. “Since you’re staying with me, I’m responsible for your actions. To keep you from sneaking peeks at men in the city, I’ll hold onto this thing for now. Once you recover and leave, I’ll return it.”

“Oh come on! Who’d want to spy on those men? I’m not that desperate.”

Qi Huang sighed.

“Who knows?”

Han Yurou remained unmoved.

“Fine, whatever makes you happy. But you must believe me. I can get her to talk about the Chaotic Corpse’s hiding place.”

Qi Huang changed the subject.

“Why are you so eager to help me?”

Suspicion once again crept onto Han Yurou’s face.

“Didn’t I say it already? I’ve got a matchmaking appointment to go to. If you’re busy running around like this, when will you have time to cure the mole on my face?”

Qi Huang repeated her fabricated motive.

Han Yurou recalled the scene from the day Huang Tian came and once again let down her guard. “You’re sure you can get her to talk?”

“Trust me. Leave it to me.”

Qi Huang patted her ample chest confidently. At over three hundred years old, she looked every bit a full-grown, voluptuous woman, her figure even more curvaceous than before.

Han Yurou decided to treat a dead horse as if it were alive, and brought Qi Huang into the spatial ring to interrogate Xi Yu’s mother together.

“You’re sure you tortured her?”

Qi Huang looked at the unharmed Xi Yu’s mother and asked with some disbelief.

“Cut the nonsense. Let’s just get on with it.”

Han Yurou responded awkwardly.

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“Good thing I’m here, or you’d have ruined your grandfather’s big plan.”

Qi Huang couldn’t help but snark.

“Don’t bother. I’ve told you many times, I don’t know the location of the Chaotic Corpse. Even if you kill me, it’s useless.”

Xi Yu’s mother said fearlessly.

“Kill you? No need for that. I have other ways to get information about the Chaotic Corpse from you.”

Qi Huang approached her “gently” and placed a hand on her head, muttering some incantation.

“What are you doing?”

Han Yurou asked in confusion.

Qi Huang said nothing, simply continued her act. After a moment, she turned around and said, “Alright, I’ve got a lead on the Chaotic Corpse.”

“You do?”

Han Yurou looked skeptical.

“Of course. I just read her memories.”

Qi Huang said smugly.

“Pfft, liar. Even I don’t know where the Chaotic Corpse is. What did you read, ghost memories?”

Xi Yu’s mother smiled, relieved. She was telling the truth. Only the clan patriarch knew the corpse’s location.

“Keep acting! Go on!”

Qi Huang mocked.

“Alright, let’s talk outside.”

Han Yurou hurried to wrap things up.

The two women exited the spatial ring, and Han Yurou immediately asked, “Tell me, where is the Chaotic Corpse?”

“It’s hidden by Xi Hou under a secret compartment beneath his bed, sealed inside a spatial ring. The ring is coated with Heaven-Deceiving Water, so Divine Sense can’t detect it.”

Qi Huang replied. In truth, before even arriving at the Han household, she had already discovered the Chaotic Corpse’s location. With her Divine Sense at the domain-level strength, nothing could escape her “eye”.

“Really?”

Han Yurou remained doubtful. The information had come too easily.

“Just have your grandfather check. It’s just theft, not a direct fight—low risk. Simple.”

Qi Huang proposed, then raised her hand solemnly: “If I’m lying, you don’t have to treat my mole anymore. I’ll leave the Han household on my own.”

Seeing Qi Huang’s sincerity, Han Yurou relayed the information to her grandfather.

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Han Qianyang naturally trusted his granddaughter, and immediately set out. He lured the Xi clan’s experts to a nearby star using the same method as before, then slipped directly into the enemy’s stronghold.

Qi Huang observed in secret. If the old man failed, it would be her chance to step in as a “savior” and use that to justifiably request the Chaotic Corpse’s temporal domain to enhance her strength.

Unfortunately, her plan backfired. Han Qianyang proved more capable than expected and successfully stole the Chaotic Corpse, quickly preparing to activate the Domain of Time.

Now Qi Huang was stuck. She hadn’t expected to trap herself. Without the chance to play the savior, how could she now justifiably ask to borrow the corpse’s temporal domain to strengthen herself?

Meanwhile, back at the Xi household, when Xi Hou returned and found the Chaotic Corpse stolen, it felt as if the sky had collapsed.

“If Han Qianyang really did this, then how did he know I hid the Chaotic Corpse there?”

Xi Hou couldn’t make sense of it. But he also knew this wasn’t the time to obsess over it—it was time to explain things to the clan.

He had no choice but to call his son and grandson to discuss a plan.

“What? The Chaotic Corpse was stolen?”

The father and son nearly fainted at the news.

“Yes, and I suspect Han Qianyang.”

Xi Hou immediately speculated.

“But how would he know where you hid it?”

Xi Jin asked in return.

“Could it be that Ali told him?”

Xi Hou first suspected Xi Yu’s mother.

“That’s impossible. Madam would never betray us. Besides, you were the only one who knew where it was hidden.”

Xi Jin retorted.

“Yeah… this is really bizarre.”

Xi Hou rubbed his aching head.

“Father, now’s not the time to think about this. We need to rescue Ali and retrieve the Chaotic Corpse, or how will we face the clan?”

Xi Jin reminded him.

“Why not have Second Granduncle go with you to the Han household? Two peak Heavenly Tribulation Realm experts against one—advantage is ours. What tricks could Han Qianyang possibly pull?”

Xi Yu suggested.