Divine Emperor of Death Chapter 1591 - Real Identity?

"... Apothecary Nazca Alstreim did say for us to choose the latter method."

Isabella had just finished saying her opinion in the garden hall, causing the others to descend into contemplation.

They truly wanted to call a renowned apothecary who could save Davis’s life, but Davis had been given a title that connected him with Death Laws. Which renowned apothecary would be daring enough to cure him, and even if they did take up the task, who’s to say that they won’t secretly end his life?

At the moment, when the world thought that the Emperor of Death had died and relaxed a bit on that note, heard that he was still alive, perhaps the entire righteous world would be aggressive towards them while putting negotiations and reasons out of the table.

No matter how they all thought, bringing outsiders here was dangerous, and the end result of Davis recovering wasn’t even promised to them, making it so that it was too risky of a decision.

Just when Evelynn was about to propose that they should continue searching for methods to save their man on their own, she saw Isabella’s expression freeze.

"Oh no... it’s Shirley. What should I tell? Should I ignore?"

Isabella panicked a bit as she looked at Evelynn.

Evelynn’s heart also jumped.

If Shirley came to know, wouldn’t she risk offending the Burning Phoenix Ridge and the entire world to come here?

"Don’t say anything about Davis’s current state," Evelynn warned with a solemn expression, "Neither should you mention about what happened here unless she asks. If she knows, just say that Davis is safe and alive, pretending to be dead.

Isabella nodded before she took out a glowing messaging talisman from Davis’s spatial ring.

"Davis~ Hehe~ I’m here. Where’s my kiss?"

Isabella pursed her lips over a silent pause before she spoke.

"Shirley, it’s Isabella."

"Oh... Eh...? Isabella...! Why are you- I thought it was Davis. Ah! I apologize..."

A surprised yet embarrassed voice flowed through the messaging talisman. Unlike the messaging talisman that the one Honorable Elder Julian Kruse used that seemed to be only heard in his head, this messaging talisman was like a speaker, so everyone could hear it.

"Mhm. I’ve wanted to talk to you, and it looks like I finally have the opportunity to do so. However, it’s a pity that we can only talk at a time like this..."

Isabella couldn’t help but subconsciously lament about Davis’s health as her sorrowful voice flowed through. Only in the next second did she realize that she slipped up.

"Indeed, I would’ve liked to meet you face-to-face as well, but fate would have it that we can only talk like this at the moment. Nevertheless, what is Davis doing?"

Isabella relaxed on hearing that Shirley misunderstood her words, but the moment she asked about Davis, her heart began to panic. She unquestionably couldn’t tell her that Davis was in a bedridden state. She had heard about Shirley and her impulsiveness to do daring things, so she knew for a fact that she would absolutely offend everyone to come here.

She bit her lips and looked at the others.

"Uhm... Davis is with Evelynn and Natalya in his room...!"

Evelynn and Natalya became shocked. What was Isabella saying!?

"Oh..." A shy voice echoed from Shirley, "That baddie is probably doing naughty things to them, I see."

"Aha~ Yes, he’s too bad." Isabella nodded many times, "But he deserves it once in a while."

"Yes!~ I’m happy that we think the same way now, although we might have thought a bit differently in the past."

"Indeed..." Isabella could only nod her head again, finding herself at a loss for words.

As if sensing the awkwardness, Shirley spoke.

"Isabella, please take care of Davis in my stead as well. And also, make sure to let him know that I’ll soon be there with them. Wait... scratch that. This is perfect. Keep it a secret from him. I will be there in a month or two, so until then, just say that I entered closed-door seclusion and wouldn’t be able to speak with him for a while. It would be a massive surprise for him!"

Hearing Shirley’s ecstatic voice, no smile could be seen on Isabella’s face. Instead, sorrow flashed through past eyes as she glanced at Davis’s unmoving body.

"Mhm, I’ll keep it a secret."

"Good! Then, I’ll see you later...!"

In the Burning Phoenix Ridge, Shirley looked at the glow receding from the messaging talisman. She tilted her head, looking confused.

’Why does Isabella have that messaging talisman? Could it be that rascal is having too much fun on the bed that he doesn’t want to be disturbed...?’

Numerous dirty images crossed her mind before she trembled.

’Damn... as much as it is frustrating, it also makes me feel jealous...! Davis, you should die for making me feel like this...!’

Shirley clenched her teeth while having a jovial smile on her face.

In any case, it was just a month or two before she finally meets him and possibly does the same things as... them. Her cheeks turned slightly more red before she turned to look at Esvele.

"Oh, Esvele, you looked as if you were going to say something. What’s wrong?"

Shirley avoided gaze with Esvele as she felt her cheeks burn from some few dirty thoughts.

"Uh... it’s nothing."

"Mhm? Well, if you say so. Your cultivation has tremendously improved. Good! Keep this up, and perhaps, you can reach my previous level soon."

Esvele just kept smiling while Shirley giggled and returned to her closed-door cultivation. While Esvele could only admire her senior sister for having a staunch goal in her mind to meet her man as soon once she reached a certain cultivation level, how could she break the news that he was dead!? Especially when the other side didn’t seem to have said anything strange, but even seemed to be hiding it!

Should she tell or not? The urge to inform remained until senior sister Shirley completely disappeared from her gaze. In the end, her expression became dejected as she went back to her cultivation room, at least happy with the fact that her words didn’t destroy her senior sister’s bright smile.

However, in the skies, an old lady looked at them, appearing to be confused.

"Little Shirley didn’t seem to react in a sorrowful manner. So that Chu Feng is not Davis Alstreim as I thought?"

Ancestor Cornelia appeared confused.

"Ancestor, you’re here."

Ancestor Cornelia turned to look at the beautiful Sect Master Lea Weiss.

"You came to see if that Emperor of Death was Chu Feng, right?"

"Mhm. Their powers are rather similar, able to kill mysteriously. Furthermore, they both possess Death Laws if the information is correct."

"Mhm, I’ve come to lay my life and spy on her, but Chu Feng in her soul sea doesn’t seem to react? Doesn’t this seem suspicious to you?"

"If that’s the case, then it is indeed suspicious. However, we can’t be sure. Ancestor, there’s no advantage nor benefits to be had while dealing with Chu Feng with the intent of offending him. What did Ancestor see down there?"

"Well, Little Shirley was just purely happy with her breakthrough to the Law Sea Stage..."

"I see. Shirley is proving herself to be indispensable..."

Both of them seemed to possess complex expressions on their faces, appearing to not know what to make of this situation.

While Sect Master Lea Weiss didn’t know much, Ancestor Cornelia remained shocked that Shirley spoke to Isabella, that Dragon Queen Isabella. She almost confirmed that Chu Feng was Emperor of Death and his real name was Davis Alstreim. Moreover, it seemed like Shirley was in love with this youth, just like Dragon Queen Isabella!?

However, she didn’t know what to feel after it was announced Emperor of Death died.

Was Chu Feng still alive? He didn’t seem to react to spying on her as he told.

Did he simply leave from Shirley’s side or really die as the Emperor of Death?

Was it a gain or a loss to them?

Ancestor Cornelia could answer none of it!

She turned around and left, feeling a bad taste in her mouth while Sect Master Lea Weiss looked down for some time, finding Esvele muttering something about how she had failed to tell that her beloved is dead?

Beloved? Dead?

What did that mean exactly!?

Her pupils severely trembled, but she didn’t go ask, opting to leave like Ancestor Cornelia.

In the Purple Guest Palace, Isabella appeared crestfallen after talking with Shirley.

"I’m sorry, Shirley. We could only do our best to make Davis recover before you arrive or find out."

She uttered in a low voice before she looked at the others.

"Everyone, we can’t give up like this. We must find a way..."

Desperation could be seen on Isabella’s face while the others also adopted similar expressions on their faces. However, they saw Isabella’s expression become stiff again.

What now...?

Evelynn and the others felt mentally exhausted. Researching viable methods to cure Davis was one thing but looking at him remain unmoving was also a heavy blow to them.

"It seems like a magical beast named Nyoran is seeking an audience..."

Isabella uttered with surprise before asking Nadia to allow her in through Mira, who’s currently sticking with Nadia to maintain communication.