“Why would those golden eyes appear here? Shouldn’t they be in the Underworld?”
Ye Yu had no time to ponder further. He immediately produced the United-Heart Jade (Hexin Yu) and squeezed it firmly. That afternoon, he had given one to each lady, instructing them that once they ascended, they could use it to locate his position. He had never expected it to be needed so soon—but in the mortal realm he could barely wield any immortal power. Rather than struggle, he might as well have the consorts come fetch him.
Just then, a muffled voice rumbled from beneath the water: “A soul-fragment descending—immortal, this is no place for you. Depart quickly, or invite death!”
Ye Yu frowned. The lake’s surface rippled, and the golden eyes slipped away. Within moments, the consorts arrived. Ye Yu recounted everything that had happened.
Red Luan’s face grew grave. “Golden filaments? None of us felt anything amiss. What’s happening?”
The others nodded in agreement. They’d sensed no disturbance—indeed, nothing at all. Had Ye Yu not spoken up, they would have assumed a perfectly calm night. Ye Yu said nothing further, instead peering at the tranquil lake. What was this creature, and how could it travel from the Underworld to the mortal realm? Could it still be below Ascension Realm? That seemed impossible—the explosion of its egg had once killed Ye Yu outright when he was a Spirit-Subduing Realm cultivator! With such power, how could it not yet be an Ascender? But if it were above Ascension, why did it not fear the Heavenly Dao’s might? Ye Yu was stumped.
Returning to Five-Finger Peak, he did not let the consorts rest but examined each with his divine sense. He discovered the truth: although each consort remained at Ascension Realm’s pinnacle, at night they were slightly weaker than by day. The golden filaments had been siphoning off that small fraction of their cultivation—so little they’d noticed nothing. Moreover, the creature was selective: it targeted only those at Ascension peak, ignoring Ye Nian at Tribulation-Transcender Realm. A deliberate hunter. But how to trap it?
The following night, Five-Finger Peak slept undisturbed; no golden filaments appeared. After midnight on the third night, however, as the consorts cultivated, a strand of gold light drifted off again, converging on a distant mountain range thousands of li away. There was no lake there, only a ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) mountain stream. The filament plunged into it. Soon a black, one-legged toad over three zhang tall leaped from the water. It looked around warily, preparing to depart—until Ye Yu’s voice called from behind:
“Feeding on Ascension-peak power and then slipping away—hardly fitting behavior, is it?”


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