“This…”
Ye Qiu was completely stumped by Blood Slave’s reply.
If your master did not give the order, you simply would not rescue them?
The answer sounded perfectly reasonable, yet to watch fellow sect members being slaughtered without stirring a finger, this man’s mind must be…
Truly waterlogged?
Moreover, the ones killed were the Yin-Yang Sect’s second divine son and two of its elders.
If they had been mere nobodies, disregarding them would be understandable, but these three were far from insignificant. They held exalted positions within the sect.
“I’d love to crack open this fellow’s skull and see exactly what is inside,” Ye Qiu thought to himself.
At that moment, Blood Slave spoke again. “The survival of others has nothing to do with me.”
“In truth, I reached Bright City long before Su Wuming and the others arrived.”
“I knew every detail of their movements.”
“Everything that occurred after you appeared, I witnessed from beginning to end.”
“Before I set out, however, my master instructed me that if Su Wuming and the two elders proved unable to deal with you, only then was I to intervene.”
“So I waited.”
“I waited until they failed, and only then would I act.”
“Now they have failed, so I must reveal myself.”
Bloody hell, what sort of twisted logic is this?
Ye Qiu was rendered utterly speechless.
He realised that Blood Slave’s way of thinking was genuinely unlike that of ordinary people.
Anyone else possessing such power would never lurk in the shadows while their own sect members were cut down one by one before finally emerging.
Yet Blood Slave had done precisely that.
Not only had he done it, he considered it perfectly justified.
“Why on earth would the Wuji Heavenly Venerable send a creature like this to capture me?”
“And what would he feel if he heard these words from Blood Slave?”
“Would he be so furious he spat blood?”
In that instant, Ye Qiu felt a sudden flicker of admiration for the Wuji Heavenly Venerable.
“Song Que is a fool, Su Wuming is dim-witted, those two saints were hardly clever, and the one before me now is an outright lunatic.”
“Yet with such a band of idiots beneath him, the Wuji Heavenly Venerable has built the Yin-Yang Sect into a peak power of the Eastern Desolation, second only to the Qingyun Sword Sect.”
“One must admit, the Wuji Heavenly Venerable is quite the figure.”
Ye Qiu glanced back. After consuming several stalks of divine medicine, Elder Niu had regained much of his stamina, though not yet all of it.
“Ye Changsheng, do you have any further questions?” Blood Slave asked. “If not, I shall make my move.”
Elder Niu’s stamina was still not fully restored, so Ye Qiu had to keep stalling.
“I do have more,” Ye Qiu said. “What is your cultivation realm?”
Blood Slave answered, “Great Saint.”
As expected, this man stood higher than Elder Niu.
Ye Qiu and the Long-Browed Daoist exchanged a glance, both feeling the weight settle heavier on their hearts.
“By the way, how did the Wuji Heavenly Venerable know I would come to Bright City?” Ye Qiu asked.
Blood Slave replied, “My master possesses an imperial artefact known as the Yin-Yang Void Mirror.”
“The Yin-Yang Void Mirror is extraordinarily powerful. It can track across millions of miles.”
“After learning that seven city lords had been slain and that Divine Son Song Que, Saint Tang Ye, and Saint Yun Jie had fallen, my master employed the Void Mirror to track you down.”
“He discovered you were impersonating Divine Son Song Que and that your next destination was Bright City, so he dispatched Su Wuming and the two elders ahead.”
“Concerned they might fail against you, my master sent me as well. Now it appears my master was wise.” This fellow answered without the slightest hesitation. What an honest soul!
Ye Qiu resolved to probe further and asked, “Do you know where Ye Wushuang is?”
“I do not,” Blood Slave said. “My duty is to protect my master and obey his commands. I take no interest in other sect affairs and have no wish to know them.”
Ye Qiu pressed on. “Has the Wuji Heavenly Venerable recovered from his injuries?”
“No. My master still requires a period of quiet recuperation,” Blood Slave replied.
The Long-Browed Daoist cast Blood Slave an odd look, thinking that this man would even divulge details about his own master. Was he not afraid of being beaten half to death once the master learned of it?
Blood Slave continued, “Though I do not know how my master sustained his injuries, they must be connected to you.”
“I often hear my master cursing your name.”
“My master also says that none who come from your secular world are any good. You, Ye Changsheng, are no good. Ye Wushuang is no good. And Dragon Bodhisattva is no good either. You all keep making him unhappy…”
Dragon Bodhisattva?
Was that fellow not dead?
How could a dead man upset the Wuji Heavenly Venerable?
Unless…
Ye Qiu’s heart jolted. “Is Dragon Bodhisattva in your Yin-Yang Sect?”
“Yes,” Blood Slave answered. “He has already become my master’s disciple.”
At those words, Ye Qiu and the Long-Browed Daoist exchanged stunned glances, incredulity mingling with shock.
“Who would have thought that unlucky sod did not die after all,” the Long-Browed Daoist muttered.
“He certainly has a tough life,” Ye Qiu said, cold light flashing in his eyes. In future, he would find a way to eliminate Dragon Bodhisattva.
That wretched man had been utterly ruined, and with the Forbidden City of the secular world destroyed besides, he would never let Ye Qiu go.
Fortunately, Blood Slave had revealed it. Otherwise, Ye Qiu would have remained unaware that Dragon Bodhisattva still lived.
Of course, it was only because Blood Slave’s mind worked so differently from ordinary people that he spoke so openly and without reservation.
Ye Qiu continued his probing. “How many experts does your Yin-Yang Sect possess?”
Blood Slave replied, “Many.”
“How many exactly?” Ye Qiu asked. “How many saints? How many great saints? How many saint kings? Are there any existences stronger than saint kings?”
Know your enemy and know yourself, and you will never be defeated.
The more Ye Qiu learned, the sooner he could prepare.
Moreover, it would be difficult to encounter another person as forthcoming as Blood Slave again.
Blood Slave said, “My master is a saint king. I am a great saint. And there are…”
At that moment, Elder Niu rose to his feet. “Master, my stamina has recovered.”
Blood Slave fell silent, his gaze settling on Elder Niu, still utterly devoid of emotion.
Ye Qiu inwardly cursed the timing. Had Elder Niu not interrupted, Blood Slave would surely have poured out every detail of the Yin-Yang Sect’s experts like beans from a tube.
“Brother Mighty, can you take him?” the Long-Browed Daoist asked urgently.
Elder Niu replied, “I do not know, but I can try.”
“What are your chances?” the Long-Browed Daoist pressed.
Elder Niu shook his head. “We have not fought, so I cannot say. But I believe I cannot defeat him.”
The Long-Browed Daoist panicked completely. “Little brat, what are we going to do?”
Ye Qiu remained calm. “Mighty, I have faith in you.”
“In a moment, strike with everything you have.”
“In this battle, if he does not die, we will.”
“I understand,” Elder Niu said solemnly. “Master, even if it costs my life, I will keep you safe.”
With those words, battle intent blazed skyward from Elder Niu.
