Directed Leakage of Inner Voice: I Pretended to Be a God Undergoing Tribulations Chapter 367

Taxue hopped over to Yue Fuguang's side. Yue Fuguang shook her head, "Where have you two been running wild these past two days? Your perfectly white feathers have changed color. Go find a place to wash up quickly, otherwise you are not allowed in my tent."

The two large birds tilted their heads. After thinking for a mont, they seemingly understood and flew off one after the other toward the water source to the south.

Yue Fuguang shouted after them, "Taxue, don't pollute the water source!"

Just as she finished shouting, she turned sideways and saw Xi Ling, who was staring wide-eyed at the departing Taxue and Wuhen, unable to hide his expression in ti.

He pointed in Taxue's direction and asked uncertainly, "Junior Preceptor Yue, was that... was that Lingxiao?"

Three years ago, when he first ca to Great Yan as an envoy, he had gifted Emperor Mingxi a falcon nad Lingxiao.

That ​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‍creature was wild and untamable; even the best falconer in Western Qiang had spent a year without fully taming it.

But the little creature just now, which looked exactly like Lingxiao, seed a bit too smart and obedient.

When had the overlord of the skies ever been so docile?

Yue Fuguang had spoken such a long sentence, and they actually seed to understand it.

Yue Fuguang nodded. "It is indeed the one you presented back then, but it is now called Taxue. If you call it Lingxiao, it won't pay any attention to you."

Taxue was a smart and arrogant bird. Aside from acting like a sycophant in front of its al ticket, Yue Fuguang, it completely ignored everyone else.

Bei Ye and the others standing in the distance also witnessed this scene. Gan Tang and the rest might not understand, but the people of Northern Li, who also loved raising such birds of prey, knew exactly why Xi Ling was so astonished.

Bei Ye couldn't help but narrow his eyes, silently observing Yue Fuguang. The more he looked, the more he felt there were many incongruities about her.

Xi Ling slowly recovered from his shock and couldn't help but offer genuine praise, "Junior Preceptor Yue, what impressive thods!"

[Master, guess who I saw?]

'I can't guess, tell yourself.'

Chirp, chirp!

Having finished their baths, Taxue and Wuhen flew back.

With one bird on each side, they rubbed their heads against Yue Fuguang's legs. Yue Fuguang glanced down and gently scolded, "Taxue, Wuhen, you're using my legs as a towel!"

Screech!

Screech!

Seeing people gathering around, and realizing they were strangers, Taxue loudly screeched at the newcors!

It spread its wings with a flutter, looking like it was ready for a fight.

"Taxue, quiet!"

Taxue, who had wanted to screech again, instantly sounded like it had been choked, letting out a soft chirp!

Feeling wronged, it went back to rubbing its head against Yue Fuguang's leg.

The crowd gathered in a circle, their faces full of disillusionnt as they watched the two overlords of the sky shalessly acting cute and throwing tantrums at Yue Fuguang.

[Master, look at the dark-faced guard behind Bei Ye, the one with a black mole just below his eyebrow. His na is Song Tu, the younger brother of Song Yu.]

Using the pretext of greeting the others, Yue Fuguang quickly scanned the guards behind Bei Ye. One of them indeed had a darker complexion and a mung-bean-sized black mole near his eyebrow. His eyes carried a wild glint. In his twenties, he didn't look much like the Song Yu she had seen.

'Why, is this person special?'

[Master, you might not know the na Song Tu, but in the future, he will have another na: Fotu!]

Fotu!

Hearing this na, the Yu father and son, who were walking toward Yue Fuguang with smiles on their faces, suddenly stopped in their tracks.

Behind them, Yu Chongshan's sharp eyes swept over Bei Ye and his three guards. Even though the group had their backs to them, preventing him from seeing the guards' faces.

Yu Chongshan quickly locked onto which one was Fotu, based on the skin color ntioned by the Divine Artifact.

Yu Zhongchun's face darkened, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists. The anger in his heart was like a runaway wild horse, clamoring and roaring, threatening to burst out. His three sons had been... had been destroyed by this very thief.

Yu Zhongchun's vision blurred slightly from the surge of anger, but his eyes never left the not-so-tall figure ahead.

No wonder their rchant caravans had traveled back and forth to Northern Li multiple tis over the years, expending imnse manpower and wealth to investigate, yet never finding the man known as Fotu.

It turned out he was still called Song Tu right now!

And he was a guard by Bei Ye's side!

The Yu father and son narrowed their eyes, concealing the fierce murderous intent in their hearts.

Song Tu seed to sense sothing. He couldn't help but turn to look behind him, but he failed to discover the source of the gaze that had made his hairs stand on end.

Not far away were the Yu family mbers, and further out were the various officials of Great Yan and the envoy delegations.

'So it's him. Since he's here, there's no need for him to leave. The green mountains and clear waters here make it a fine place to bury so bones!'

Yue Fuguang had no intention of sparing soone's life just because they hadn't committed a cri yet and supposedly didn't deserve death.

The minor interlude caused by Taxue and Wuhen in the morning quickly passed. After breakfast, the main event began.

In front of the northern hunting tribute platform, a high stage had been temporarily constructed from massive logs. The Nine-Dragon Golden Tent glead dazzlingly under the autumn sun.

Like a lighthouse in the sea, no matter how far away one was, they could see that the Emperor of Great Yan was right there.

Yue Fuguang's eyes flickered. In order to catch all those people in one fell swoop and clear the obstacles for future actions, Emperor Mingxi was being quite ruthless to himself this ti.

She looked at the Crown Prince beside her. He was currently wearing a dark blue martial outfit. She couldn't help but curl her lips; this guy wasn't completely stupid, choosing not to wear a flashy yellow.

Otherwise, in the forest, he would be a walking target.

Below them, on both sides of the crimson steps, civil and military officials were lined up like a flock of geese. The civil officials stood with heads bowed in solemnity, while the military officers were clad in imposing armor.

A group of princes, princesses, and mbers of the envoy delegations stood in the center of the field, all full of vigor.

Yue Fuguang saw that the Seventh Prince and Eighth Princess in the ranks had flushed faces from excitent, their bright, sparkling eyes looking toward her.

Suddenly, nine chis of a bell echoed from the high platform. Drum music began, and seventy-two Imperial Guards holding dragon flags high filed in through the camp gates. The sound of their iron boots striking the ground made the yellow earth tremble slightly.

The flag-bearing officer galloped past the viewing platform, his scarlet cape pulling into a straight line in the sprint, his voice ringing like a great bell, "The Emperor arrives!"

The beaded curtains of the Nine-Dragon Golden Tent were gently rolled up. The light golden dragon motifs on Emperor Mingxi's dark hunting suit radiated brilliantly the mont the curtain was lifted.

The civil and military officials, along with the foreign envoys, bowed in greeting simultaneously.

The Emperor steadily ascended the high platform. As he raised his hand, the flag-bearing officer waved the command flag. Sixteen cowhide drums surrounding the hunting ground thundered, startling a flock of birds in the distant forest.

"Let the hunt begin!"

Just as Qian Gui's slightly shrill voice fell, the fences leading to the hunting ground were opened by several guards, and over a hundred imperial guards rushed into the hunting ground first.

Yue Fuguang gazed at the vast hunting ground. Sprinkling this small number of people into it was like a drop of water in the ocean; it wouldn't make any waves at all.

In the ranks of civil officials, so stroked their long beards while looking toward where the dust was rising, while the military officers subconsciously adjusted their quivers and waist sabers.

Emperor Mingxi stood up and slowly walked to the edge of the high platform. He took the exquisite, dragon-carved large bow handed to him by Eunuch Qian.

Yue Fuguang raised an eyebrow, not having expected the Emperor to still be able to draw such a massive bow.

Her expression was coincidentally seen by Xie Zhiyan standing beside her. He tried hard to hold back his laughter, doing his best to brainwash himself into not thinking too deeply about what the Junior Preceptor's raised eyebrow implied.

His imperial father might be old, but because he hadn't consud those elixir pills or played with the 'luminous pearls' yet, he wasn't completely useless just yet!