The father whose son was Huang Tianhua was naturally Huang Feihu. Ye Wen had wondered about this part of the novel before—since Huang Feihu was the Grand Marshal of the Dynasty, how was he connected to the Celestial Court?

Later, Cui Jun explained to him that Huang Feihu was actually an immortal; he placed little importance on the title of Grand Marshal. It was only that later generations, in writing this segment, had overemphasized the Grand Marshal aspect.

After the Investiture of the Gods, he was ranked first among the Five Great Mountains. Although supposedly in charge of human fortune and misfortune, this position was essentially a sinecure, devoid of real significance.

But Huang Feihu had another post: overseeing the Underworld, which meant judging good and evil after death and managing reincarnation.

It wasn't until the affairs of the Underworld were eventually transferred to his subordinates that the Great Emperor of Mount Tai truly settled into leisure. Currently, Huang Feihu resided in the Heavens, living a life akin to seclusion. The root of all this was that his relatives, including his sons, had all died in battle after becoming divine generals.

Huang Tianhua was the strongest among Huang Feihu's sons, but unexpectedly, this son also vanished—no body, no news, not a trace in a thousand years. Under the weight of this worry, he naturally lost the heart to handle official duties, gradually relinquishing his authority.

During this period, the Buddhist realm also extended its influence into the Eastern Immortal Realm, especially concerning the Underworld. The Buddhist and Eastern Immortal Realm Underworlds were almost intertwined, jointly governing certain spirits, though disputes over territory and influence were frequent beneath the surface. Huang Feihu was aware of these matters but had no intention of getting involved.

Unexpectedly, Ye Wen, during his trip to Olympus, had recovered Huang Tianhua's remains. Who knew how the Great Emperor of Mount Yue would react upon learning of his son's demise?

Cui Jun pondered this, sketching several talismans in the air, taking out a tray of jade slips, weaving a few hand seals, and tossing the slips while shouting, "Go!" The jade slips instantly vanished. Zheng Ying, watching from the side, knew this was the fastest means of communication in the Immortal Realm, though still not much different from traditional letters—just faster.

More importantly, the material needed to make these jade slips was hard to find, so Zheng Ying didn't believe this communication method would conflict with the telephone he was researching.

Having completed all this, Cui Jun continued speaking to Ye Wen: "Among those few magical treasures, the two Octagonal Iron Hammers were Huang Tianhua's weapons for his mount; they aren't particularly rare, just sturdy! Of the artifacts in Huang Tianhua's hands, these two large hammers are the most ordinary!"

Over here, Ye Wen was testing the weight of the heavy hammers in his hands. He found them unremarkable but extremely heavy, with a tangible sense of crushing weight. If he didn't adapt to them for a while, he truly wouldn't be able to wield them effectively.

"Besides those, the strongest personal weapon Huang Tianhua carried was a long sword, named Moye—a truly exceptional blade!" Ye Wen casually set the two hammers aside, bent down, picked up the sword, and with a flick of his right hand, drew the ancient sword out halfway.

But the moment it was partially drawn, the stone cave suddenly grew colder. The faint purple light emanating from his body illuminated the sword, eliciting waves of soul-chilling cold light. Although the sword was not fully unsheathed, Ye Wen could feel the terrifying killing intent and sharpness emanating from it.

"A fine sword..."

According to Hades's doctrine, a weapon without killing intent could not be considered a true weapon, merely a more powerful tool. Huang Tianhua's Moye sword absolutely met Hades's requirements for a weapon.

Ye Wen did not draw the long sword further, as the current location was hardly appropriate. Moreover, he might have to return the sword to the Huang family upon bringing it back, thus diminishing his immediate interest.

"The other two items are the Fire Dragon Marker and the Heart-Piercing Nails; both are artifacts akin to hidden weapons, and their destructive power when deployed is considerable!" Ye Wen held little interest in these two items. Ever since acquiring sword energy protection, he hadn't focused much on projectile weapons, and likewise held little affection for such artifacts. So, upon seeing them, he didn't even bother to examine them, casually collecting them before turning to look at the slightly recovered Qilin nearby.

"Oh? You found Huang Tianhua's mount as well?" The pictures Ye Wen had sent earlier didn't include a photograph of this Qilin. As the two were on a call, Ye Wen sent the live video feed to Cui Jun, who, as the Gourd Immortal, finally saw the creature: "This Jade Qilin is also a famous mount in the Celestial Realm. How did it end up like this?" Seeing such an auspicious beast tortured to this degree, even the usually good-tempered Gourd Immortal became enraged. "How is that Sea Nymph now?" He was contemplating a trip to Olympus to give that so-called Sea Nymph a thorough beating.

After all, Qilins were symbols of auspiciousness in Eastern thought. While these immortals were not as superstitious as mortals regarding the Qilin as a good omen, they still held great affection for such sacred beasts. Few immortals would maliciously capture a wild Qilin.

In the Immortal Realm, those who kept Qilins as mounts usually did so because they had forged a friendly bond with the creature. Thus, any Qilin becoming an immortal's mount did so willingly—this had become an unspoken rule among Eastern immortals, including Wen Zhong's Ink Qilin.

Immortal practitioners would even proactively help a Qilin in trouble. Afterward, even if the Qilin refused to serve as that immortal's mount, no one would find fault, illustrating the Qilin's status in the eyes of the various immortals.

For such a creature to be in such a wretched state, it was impossible for the Gourd Immortal not to be angered. Fortunately, Ye Wen quickly informed him, "It's dead!"

"Oh? How did it die?" Cui Jun didn't think much of it and asked casually upon hearing the news.

"Killed by me!"

Finishing the statement, Ye Wen suddenly felt the exchange was rather awkward. He then saw the Qilin swallow a few pills and seem to recover some strength. It managed to stand up, though still shaky and trembling, yet it managed to lift its head, showing the Qilin retained a degree of pride.

"You look just like that woman outside!" Even in its extreme distress, its head refused to bow! Ye Wen waved his hand, releasing a very gentle flow of his Violet Heaven Net Qi that cradled the Qilin's body warmly, causing it to float slightly.

In addition to the Qilin, Huang Tianhua's corpse also floated up. Ye Wen looked around to ensure nothing else was missed and then turned to ask the Qilin, "Did you hide anything else?" The Qilin shook its head, then watched Ye Wen turn to leave before closing its eyes again, resting on the cushion of Qi Ye Wen provided, following behind him.

Leaving was not as cautious as arriving. Ye Wen casually conjured a ball of Rose Cloud Soaring Qi as an illumination flare and hurried along, eager to escape this environmentally harsh place quickly.

The Qilin no longer closed its eyes. Perhaps sensing it could finally escape the prison, it was quite agitated. It stared at the place that had held it captive for years receding into the distance, and tears welled up in its remaining clear eye.

Ye Wen didn't look back, but the scene behind him was clear in his mind. Seeing the Qilin's state, Ye Wen guessed it must have suffered greatly, and its current reaction was one of intense emotion at finally being free.

Just as he considered offering some comfort, an angry shout echoed from outside—clearly Artemis's voice.

"Could one of Siren's companions be hiding somewhere?" A thought flashed, and his pace quickened. With a light step, Ye Wen shot forward an incredible distance. By the time he returned to the large bedroom, Artemis’s sharp cry had not yet faded, allowing him a clear view of what was happening.

A Taoist priest of passable appearance, yet wearing a highly conspicuous Taoist robe, was effortlessly deflecting the arrows Artemis shot, all while muttering, "This humble Taoist came not for you, maiden. Why must you insist?" Artemis ignored him, maintaining a cold face, continuing to fire concentrated moonlight arrows with extreme precision and lethal placement, displaying an intent to kill or be killed.

Ye Wen knew that was Artemis’s nature; when he first encountered her, her attacks were equally fierce. However, he was a guest on Mount Olympus then, so he hadn't pressed the issue. This Taoist, however, might not be so lucky.

The old Taoist’s eyes flashed fiercely, and he shouted, "If that is so, this humble Taoist offends!" As he spoke, he reached into his robes. Ye Wen’s gaze sharpened immediately, recognizing the old man was about to produce a magical artifact! He was also curious; what kind of treasure would it be? After all, having been in the Immortal Realm for so long, he had yet to see many top-tier artifacts, not even Shen Gongbao's.

Unexpectedly, after fumbling in his robes, the old Taoist pulled out two short, black, straight rods. These rods were about the length of a forearm, just thick enough to grip, connected by a short chain between them—clearly a pair of nunchaku.

While still surprised, the old Taoist planted his feet, shouting, "Wha-n-a-da!"

Then, swinging left, right, up, and down in a frenzy, he deflected all of Artemis’s rapid volley of moonlight arrows aside. He then stood still, the nunchaku still whirling, and declared, "Why must you force me!" "..."

Ye Wen was utterly speechless, feeling the scene before him was ridiculously over-the-top. Artemis was the picture of a Western beauty, with long, wavy brown hair flowing behind her. She wore a moon-white evening gown, which had split open in a long tear down the leg due to the exertion of drawing her bow—likely for better stance. A long, straight, faintly glowing leg was exposed, the high heel making the leg taut, further accentuating its alluring curve.

Head held high, with an air of supreme disdain, Artemis glared at the figure before her: an old Taoist wearing a somewhat ornate robe, a Purple-Gold Crown holding his hair in place, his left foot slightly back, right foot forward, his left hand lifted slightly behind him, his right hand swinging the nunchaku forward...

Whether intended to match the scene or not, the moonlight arrows the old Taoist had struck away did not dissipate but were scattered randomly, sticking into the ground or the nearby stone walls, lending a bizarre battlefield atmosphere to the moment.

What made Ye Wen even more close to collapse was the presence of a young man standing not far from the Taoist. This youth looked about fourteen or fifteen, possessing handsome features: red lips, white teeth, sharp eyebrows, and starry eyes. His hair was tied up in a topknot, and he wore simple short attire. He was standing there, clapping continuously, exclaiming, "Taoist Master is mighty! Taoist Master is magnificent..."

"Good heavens, what is this spectacle?" This scene, pushing him to the brink of breakdown, forced Ye Wen to clear his throat to announce his presence, then offered a formal Taoist salute from a distance to the old priest.

The old Taoist hadn't expected another person to be present, so he paused upon seeing Ye Wen, stopping the movement of his nunchaku. After staring at Ye Wen for a moment, he returned the salute: "I did not expect to meet a fellow practitioner in this foreign land. What a pleasure, what a pleasure!"

Ye Wen chuckled, "May I ask what is going on here? Is there some misunderstanding?" Seeing a fellow countryman always brought a sense of familiarity. Though he didn't grasp the situation, he preferred to mediate if possible; if not, fighting would follow. Ye Wen was a good person, but not a pushover.

"This person claimed they had something here and tried to force their way in!"

Artemis did not lower her Moonlight Hunting Bow as she spoke, tilting her chin slightly towards the Taoist to indicate whom she was referring to.

"Your things?"

Ye Wen looked at the old Taoist with puzzlement: "May I ask what fellow cultivator calls himself?"

The old Taoist smiled, casually tucked the nunchaku behind his sash, recited his Taoist title, and announced his name: "This humble Taoist's title is Yuxuan, a wandering freelance cultivator! May I ask how Fellow Cultivator Ye is addressed?" A wandering freelance cultivator meant someone without a sect who enjoyed roaming everywhere, like rootless duckweed, settling wherever they pleased. Ye Wen now understood why he would encounter a fellow practitioner in this Olympian territory—he was simply traveling here.

"I am Ye Wen of the Shu Mountain Sect!" But Ye Wen was still curious. Was this wandering Taoist searching for a treasure stolen by the Sea Nymph?

"Shu Mountain Sect?" Yuxuan pondered, realizing he had never heard of such a sect. Ye Wen was also completely unknown to him.

"It's just a small establishment set up in recent years; it's normal that Daoist Master hasn't heard of it!"

Yuxuan nodded, but he had a few questions: "May I ask why Daoist Ye has come to this region? Are you also traveling here?"

Generally, even those from established sects who roamed wouldn't venture this far afield. Furthermore, judging by the tone Ye Wen used when speaking to the woman, they were acquainted—which surprised Yuxuan even more. It was common knowledge that the Celestial Court and the Olympian Gods were not on good terms. This person's speech, attire, and appearance were quintessentially Eastern cultivators. How could he be acquainted with this woman?

Although Artemis hadn't announced her name, anyone possessing such power in the Olympian domain must be a deity from Mount Olympus. The Olympians generally didn't rise through diligent cultivation alone; most achieved godhood through innate talent, fortunate encounters, or simply bloodline.

The woman before him, with light flowing around her and immense divine power surging, was clearly a possessor of authentic Olympian divine blood. Yuxuan, having traveled extensively, certainly possessed the discernment to recognize this.

"I came here due to certain matters that required it," Ye Wen didn't elaborate, as the key details involved extensive secrets not meant to be shared casually.

Hearing this, Yuxuan asked no further questions. However, when his gaze shifted behind Ye Wen, he finally spotted the Qilin floating in the air, and his eyes instantly sharpened.

Ye Wen had been watching Yuxuan closely. Seeing his gaze suddenly change and look behind him, Ye Wen immediately understood what Yuxuan was searching for. Though he didn't know how this man learned about the Qilin at Siren's place, now that it was found, there was no way he would hand it over to Yuxuan.

Furthermore, the Qilin was no longer his possession; he might have to return it to the Huang family. Besides, a Qilin chooses its master; if it refused, Ye Wen couldn't force it.

Just as Ye Wen thought Yuxuan would cease his demands upon seeing the Qilin, the old Taoist let out a hearty laugh, beckoned the young man standing behind him forward, and said, "Tuo'er, hurry and thank Senior Ye! He found your destined mount for you!"

The statement was delivered as if it were an inalienable right, but in Ye Wen's eyes, it was utterly shameless. By what logic had this Qilin suddenly become this boy's mount?

The young man was not polite, bowing deeply, but a playful glint shone in his bright eyes as he looked at Ye Wen before bowing: "This junior thanks Senior Ye..."

Up close, Ye Wen noticed the youth's eyes were heterochromatic—one red, one blue—quite uncanny. But he didn't dwell on it, merely frowning, "Don't thank me just yet. I never said I would give this Qilin to you, child!" Ye Wen was already quite old in actual years, so calling this youth a child wasn't entirely inappropriate. Even if the young man's actual age was around fourteen or fifteen, few truly accomplished cultivators maintained such a youthful appearance, so this appellation was usually safe.

At this point, the Taoist Yuxuan stated, "This humble Taoist divined that this auspicious beast is fated to be with this young man, so I came to retrieve the treasure. Is Daoist Ye planning to interfere and seize it by force?"

Ye Wen immediately flared up, cursing, "You shameless old man! Did you think I was a pushover just because I wasn't losing my temper?" Ignoring the look of shock on the faces of the other two, he thrust both hands out. The small space before him instantly filled with a dense row of long swords, trembling slightly as they pointed directly at the pair opposite him.