As soon as Ye Qiu appeared, the eyes of everyone, whether Song Que standing on the wind-riding boat, Qian Cheng’en and Tang Ye on the ground, or all the others, fell upon him.
At this moment, he still wore Yun Jie’s attire and appearance: dashing and elegant, like a jade tree in the wind, resembling an immortal.
“Senior Brother Song, I have arrived.”
Ye Qiu cupped his hands and spoke with feigned respect.
Before Song Que could respond, Tang Ye spoke first. “Yun Jie, when did you reach Desperate Fate City? Why are you staying in an inn instead of coming to the City Lord’s Mansion?”
Ye Qiu replied calmly, “Senior Brother Tang, I arrived in Desperate Fate City at noon.”
“I had intended to visit the City Lord’s Mansion to greet you all, but the mansion, inside and out, was busy preparing the banquet to welcome Senior Brother Song.”
“Therefore, I did not wish to disturb you and instead reserved the Heavenly suite at the Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion.”
“I thought to myself that Ye Wushuang has always opposed our Yin-Yang Sect. He might take advantage of Senior Brother Song’s arrival to cause trouble. So I stayed in the Heavenly suite, secretly observing, ready to capture him the moment he appeared.”
“But it seems my plan has come to nothing.”
“Ye Wushuang has not shown himself even now.”
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Tang Ye shouted, “Nonsense!”
“When I sent you the message, I already told you Ye Wushuang is at the early Divine Connection stage. Did you not see it?”
“With your level of cultivation, even if Ye Wushuang appeared, you could never capture him.”
Ye Qiu replied, “Senior Brother Tang is absolutely right. With my cultivation, I am no match for Ye Wushuang. But I am a Holy Son of the Yin-Yang Sect. Even knowing I am outmatched, I would never fear him.”
“Ye Wushuang has killed so many disciples of our sect and constantly opposes the Yin-Yang Sect. Such an enemy deserves to be cut into a thousand pieces.”
“Capturing him is my duty, and I will not shirk it.”
“Well said!” Song Que praised, then continued, “Tang Ye, although you are the first Holy Son, there are some aspects in which you should learn from Yun Jie.”
“Do not always think of indulging in pleasure. Always keep the Sect Leader’s teachings in mind and contribute to the Yin-Yang Sect.”
“Moreover, as the first Holy Son, you must set an example for the other fellow disciples.”
“Do you understand?”
“Yes.” Tang Ye lowered his head, appearing to accept the criticism on the surface, but inwardly he was furious.
Damn it, praise Yun Jie if you must, but why lecture me?
I was nearly killed by Ye Wushuang. Doesn’t that count as contributing to the sect?
You offer not a single word of comfort, only endless reprimands the moment you arrive. Are you the Sect Leader, or my ancestor?
“Song, just looking at you makes me sick.”
“Just you wait.”
“I’ll kill you sooner or later.”
Song Que’s gaze fell upon Ye Qiu. He smiled and asked, “Junior Brother Yun Jie, how are things at the demon race border? Are the disciples performing their duties diligently? Has Ye Changsheng made any moves?”
Ye Qiu replied respectfully, “Reporting to Senior Brother, everything at the demon race border is as usual. There has been no unusual activity for the time being.”
“The disciples of our sect are all fulfilling their duties conscientiously.”
“Apart from our Yin-Yang Sect, the Heaven-Mending Sect and the three great holy lands have also sent people to guard the demon race border. So far, however, Ye Changsheng has not appeared. He is probably cowering among the demon race, too afraid to emerge.”
Song Que nodded. “If Ye Changsheng dares to come out, he will surely die without a burial place.”
Ye Qiu sneered inwardly. “I’m standing right in front of you, and you don’t even recognise me, yet you talk of leaving me without a burial place. What are you pretending to be a big shot for?”
“Junior Brother Yun Jie, you have had a hard journey. From now on, join me in pursuing Ye Wushuang… Where is your wind-riding boat?” Song Que suddenly changed the subject and asked.
The wind-riding boat had already been smashed to pieces by Elder Niu.
Ye Qiu remained composed. “To be honest, on the way to Desperate Fate City, my wind-riding boat was destroyed.”
“Oh?” Song Que asked, “What happened?”
Ye Qiu replied, “I encountered a person on the road. He wore a mask, so I could not see his true appearance, but his cultivation was extremely high. It was he who destroyed my wind-riding boat with a single palm.”
Song Que’s eyes turned cold. “Who is so bold? This is simply outrageous!”
Ye Qiu continued, “That person did not attack me. He merely said that it would be best for our Yin-Yang Sect to keep a low profile, or else he would visit headquarters and have a proper chat with the Sect Leader.”
Song Que’s eyes flickered. “From the tone of his words, he is probably an acquaintance of the Sect Leader, and likely another supreme powerhouse.”
“Junior Brother, it is fortunate you are unharmed.”
“Otherwise, I would not know how to explain it to the Sect Leader.”
His concern was evident in his words.
Ye Qiu was somewhat surprised. He had not expected Song Que to care so much for Yun Jie, while his attitude towards Tang Ye was rather unfriendly.
“By the way, Junior Brother, where is your sword?” Song Que asked again.
Yun Jie’s sword had long been destroyed.
Ye Qiu smiled. “I have put it away.”
Song Que said sternly, “That is the sword I gave you. When I presented it to you, I told you to carry it for protection.”
Ye Qiu replied, “Precisely because it was a gift from Senior Brother, I treasure it all the more, fearing I might accidentally damage it.”
Hearing this, Song Que not only harboured no suspicion but even felt a little pleased. His gaze towards Ye Qiu softened considerably, and hidden in the depths of his eyes was a trace of unusual meaning.
Ye Qiu had seen this kind of look before, in the eyes of Yun Xi and the little white fox.
His heart skipped a beat.
Bloody hell, this guy couldn’t possibly be secretly in love with his junior brother, could he?
Who would have thought that a Divine Son of the Yin-Yang Sect would actually like men? How utterly terrifying.
“Enough. Do not waste any more time. Hurry and clear away the banquet,” Song Que said coldly.
“Yes!” Qian Cheng’en and Tang Ye agreed, summoning the guards to prepare to dismantle the banquet.
“Wait a moment!” Ye Qiu interjected. “Senior Brother Song, City Lord Qian and Senior Brother Tang meant well. I think you should not refuse them.”
“After all, they arranged this to welcome you.”
“Moreover, City Lord Qian guards Desperate Fate City with great effort and merit. Even the Sect Leader has praised him highly. Although he failed to capture Ye Wushuang this time, he still found time in his busy schedule to host such a grand welcome banquet for you. This shows his respect for you.”
“And Senior Brother Tang, despite his injuries not yet being fully healed, is here to welcome you. As fellow disciples, you should show him consideration.”
“Senior Brother Song, I know you dislike such occasions, but since things have reached this point, you should at least share a couple of drinks with City Lord Qian and Senior Brother Tang!”
Qian Cheng’en and Tang Ye looked at Ye Qiu with gratitude.
Song Que said, “Since Junior Brother Yun Jie has put it this way, City Lord Qian, Tang Ye, I shall drink two cups with you.”
“But only two cups, as agreed.”
“After drinking, we will set out to pursue Ye Wushuang.”
With that, Song Que, accompanied by his two guards, descended gracefully into the courtyard.
Ye Qiu followed, landing beside Tang Ye. With concern, he asked, “Senior Brother Tang, how are your injuries?”
Tang Ye replied, “They are nothing serious. A couple of days’ rest will suffice.”
Ye Qiu took out a spiritual pill and handed it to Tang Ye, saying quietly, “This is a healing pill bestowed upon me by the Sect Leader. Take it quickly, and your injuries will recover in moments.”
Tang Ye recognised at a glance that it was an earth-grade supreme healing pill. “Junior Brother, this is the pill the Sect Leader gave you. How could I, as your senior brother, possibly…”
Before he could finish, Ye Qiu pressed the pill into his hand. “I am your junior brother. Why stand on ceremony with me?”
“When your injuries are healed, we can pursue Ye Wushuang together.”
“That damned Ye Wushuang dared to injure you. I will never let him off.”
Tang Ye was deeply grateful. “Thank you, Junior Brother.”
“Very well. Hurry and take the pill. Your injuries will soon be fully healed,” Ye Qiu urged.
Tang Ye harboured no suspicion and immediately swallowed the pill.
Seeing him take it, a brilliant smile appeared on Ye Qiu’s face.
Damn it, let’s see if the poison doesn’t kill you!
