Chapter 924: Unexpected Visitor

The figures of Ying Fu and A Qian gradually vanished at the end of the ruins.

Chen Ling narrowed his eyes, watching their simple linen-clad backs.

Li Fu had become Ying Fu. From his appearance and demeanor, it wouldn't be long before he used some method to enter the era archives and hunt Chen Ling. Only after this predetermined event occurred would Chen Ling have the possibility of killing Ying Fu.

As for now, Chen Ling knew he couldn't kill him. Even if they all attacked together, some mishap would surely occur, or someone would intervene, allowing Ying Fu to survive. He just didn't know who would appear this time; last time it was Xuan Yu Jun.

Truth be told, Chen Ling wasn't sure how much of Li Fu's original personality remained in Ying Fu, or what the probability was that he would fulfill his promise to commit suicide. However, it was certain that the greater the proportion of Li Fu's personality in Ying Fu, the more advantageous it would be for Chen Ling.

"With Ying Fu's emergence, the human realm is in for a headache," Bai Ye commented unhurriedly. "They brought in Xuan Yu Jun and shattered the Emperor's Ancient Treasury, but still couldn't completely eliminate the Emperor. I wonder if they'll be furious enough to vomit blood when they see Ying Fu appear."

"But this should be good for us, shouldn't it?" Jian Changsheng scratched his head. "The Emperor wants to shake the foundations of the human realm, which means it will be easier for us to reclaim the Nine Lords..."

"Indeed, no matter how they fight, we will be the ones who reap the benefits."

Bai Ye had no interest in the entanglement between the Emperor and the human realm. He withdrew his gaze and began walking back and forth through the surrounding ruins again, as if searching for something very important.

"Strange... it should be around here," he murmured to himself.

"What are you looking for?"

"...Mo Lian." Bai Ye's brows furrowed. "Those few remnants of the Emperor appeared too suddenly and scattered us. But I stole all of Mo Lian's memories and consciousness, so he should still be in a coma. Logically, he would have fallen with the ruins nearby."

"Huh? He's gone??" Jian Changsheng's heart sank. "He didn't run away, did he?!" The disappearance of a Saint of Thieves was definitely bad news for the two of them. No one knew if he would hide in the shadows and secretly steal their internal organs. Although Bai Ye was a senior, his actions were too gentle. If it had been Chen Ling, he would have definitely followed up by chopping off his head after stealing his memories.

"No," Bai Ye stated with certainty, a heart python slithering silently beside him. "His memories are with me. Even if he woke up, he wouldn't remember who he is or be able to activate any skills. In that situation, he couldn't have escaped from the Emperor's Ancient Treasury."

"That's strange... then where could he be?"

Everyone fell into contemplation.

"Little Li, where are we going now?" A Qian couldn't help but ask, looking at the desolate gray landscape before them.

"Still to the Tian Shu Realm," Ying Fu replied calmly. For Ying Fu, the most urgent task was to find a place to settle. In Li Fu's personal memories, the Wu Ji Realm was incredibly chaotic and unsuitable for travel. The Tian Shu Realm, as the hub of the human realm's nine territories, was full of talented individuals, making it suitable for him to gather his subjects. He also needed time to immerse himself and gain a deeper understanding of this era through newspapers, radio, and other media.

"Okay~" A Qian responded, tugging on Ying Fu's sleeve, but then bumped into his waist again. "Little Li, why do you keep stopping suddenly..." After bumping into him twice, A Qian's nose was a bit red as she rubbed it, speaking with a wronged expression.

Ying Fu did not respond. His eyes were fixed on the distance, his face looking even worse than when he had encountered Chen Ling and the others.

Before them, a figure in a dark British overcoat, layered with a shirt and waistcoat, smiled in their direction. His slightly curly black hair swayed in the wind, like a gentleman walking out of 19th-century London. He held a red wine glass in one hand and leaned on a cane with the other, a black top hat hanging from it. He gently raised his glass to Ying Fu, who stood frozen, like a long-lost friend.

The crimson liquid swirled within the glass as a magnetic voice spoke, "The 1937 Romanée-Conti. I personally consider it the greatest vintage of the twentieth century. Even among all my collections, it ranks among the top fifteen. Its success cannot be replicated, much like your own." He paused. "I hope the Emperor from ancient Eastern times can also enjoy our Western red wine... my friend."

As the Silver King smiled and nodded, a faint light flashed in Ying Fu's hand, and a cup filled with red wine appeared out of thin air, perfectly grasped as if it had always belonged there.

Ying Fu looked down at the fragrant red wine in his hand but did not taste it, instead looking back at the Silver King. "This era has quite a few thieves," he said in a deep voice. From Mo Lian who broke into the Emperor's Ancient Treasury, to Bai Ye, and now the Silver King—in such a short time, he hadn't seen many other divine paths, but he had already encountered several high-level thieves, even a Thief God Path Demigod.

"My subordinates were disrespectful to you earlier. For that, I offer my deepest apologies on their behalf," the Silver King said, still smiling, with no genuine sincerity in his "apology."

Faint lights flickered from the Silver King's fingertips. Ying Fu seemed to sense something and spoke calmly, "As expected, the thieves of this era are incredibly audacious, daring to try and steal even my divine path. In the past, your head would already be on the ground."

"Hehehe, truly worthy of being the legendary Emperor. Such small tricks indeed have no effect." The Silver King gently applauded, a subtle gleam in his smiling, narrowed eyes, contemplating something unknown. The Thief God Path was unable to steal the Emperor's divine path and abilities, which surprised the Silver King. It seemed the Emperor's divine path's suppression over the fourteen divine paths was truly not just a rumor.

"It seems you have been observing from outside for a long time," Ying Fu also narrowed his eyes, his sharp gaze seemingly penetrating the Silver King's thoughts. "Why only show yourself now?"

"You jest. Who would dare provoke an Emperor inside the Emperor's Ancient Treasury?"

"You are a Demigod. Are the thieves of this era all so timid?"

"A Thief God Path must be cautious to achieve demigod status," the Silver King said, making a helpless expression.

"You dare not provoke me in the Emperor's Ancient Treasury, so you wait until I come out to provoke me?" Ying Fu's voice grew colder, a faint imperial majesty radiating from his eyes.