Ye Wushuang replied, “I don’t know the exact secret of that treasure map either.”
“All I got back then was a fragmented piece of it.”
“But I vaguely learned that the map is tied to the secret of becoming an immortal.”
Ye Qiu’s heart jolted.
The secret of immortality?
Ye Wushuang continued, “Back then, Long Yi wanted to eliminate me not just out of fear, but also because he coveted the fragmented map I had.”
“If my guess is right, the other half of the map is likely in the Forbidden City.”
Ye Qiu said, “The treasure map was split into three parts. I’ve obtained two, and I believe the third is in the Forbidden City.”
“But I went there last night and found nothing.”
“I suspect if it’s really in the Forbidden City, the last piece is probably with the City Guardian.”
“By the way, Father, where is the City Guardian?”
“He went to the cultivation world,” Ye Wushuang said. “A few years ago, a mysterious figure entered the cultivation world from Kunlun Mountain.”
“I only saw a silhouette.”
“Later, my master told me that person was from the Forbidden City.”
“I think it was likely the City Guardian.”
Ye Qiu sighed in relief. Since the City Guardian was in the cultivation world, he wouldn’t return soon, so he was safe for now.
“Father, I have a gift for you.”
Ye Qiu opened his Qiankun bag, pulled out the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword, and handed it to Ye Wushuang.
Ye Wushuang drew the sword, flicking a finger against the blade.
“Clang!”
The sword hummed like a dragon’s roar.
“A fine sword!” Ye Wushuang’s eyes lit up.
Ye Qiu said, “This is one of the ten legendary swords, the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword, obtained from the Forbidden City. Father, it’s yours.”
Ye Wushuang accepted it without hesitation and said, “Kunlun Mountain has many secret techniques, but the most powerful is the Immortal-Slaying Sword.”
“Your master has already taught you that sword technique, so I won’t teach you other Kunlun secrets.”
“Instead, I’ll pass down my self-created fist and sword techniques.”
“Qiu’er, watch closely.”
Ye Wushuang began wielding the sword, demonstrating his original sword technique.
He used no cultivation, purely showcasing the moves.
Ye Qiu observed, mimicking the moves with his fingers as a sword.
Five minutes later, Ye Wushuang stopped and asked, “I just performed 108 sword moves, Qiu’er. How many did you memorise?”
“I memorised them all,” Ye Qiu said.
“Oh?” Ye Wushuang was skeptical. “Qiu’er, show me.”
Ye Qiu took the Emperor Sword and performed the moves in front of Ye Wushuang.
Gradually, Ye Wushuang’s eyes widened in shock. Ye Qiu hadn’t lied; he executed all 108 moves flawlessly.
“Father, this sword technique only has 108 moves?”
After finishing, Ye Qiu asked, puzzled, “It feels like there should be more.”
Ye Wushuang explained, “You’re right. This isn’t a complete set.”
“I’ve only created 108 moves so far. My goal is 360.”
“I’ll refine it when I have the chance.”
Ye Qiu asked, “What’s this sword technique called?”
Ye Wushuang shook his head, “It doesn’t have a name yet.”
Ye Qiu had an idea, “Father, how about I name it?”
Ye Wushuang asked, “What’s your idea?”
Ye Qiu said, “How about Wushuang Sword Technique? What do you think, Father?”
Ye Wushuang pondered briefly and nodded, “Good name. Let’s call it Wushuang Sword Technique.”
“Qiu’er, now I’ll teach you my self-created fist technique.”
Ye Wushuang began demonstrating the fist technique.
Ye Qiu focused, watching intently, growing more shocked.
He noticed each punch carried an unstoppable momentum, fierce and powerful, rivaling the Thirteen Tai Chi Forms.
Moreover, this fist technique could amplify combat strength.
Soon, Ye Wushuang finished the 36 forms and asked, “Did you memorise it?”
“Yes,” Ye Qiu replied, asking, “Father, what’s this fist technique called?”
He thought if it was unnamed, he’d suggest one.
Ye Wushuang said, “It didn’t have a name before, but after the Forbidden City battle, I thought of one—Dragon-Slaying Fist.”
Dragon-Slaying Fist?
Ye Qiu smiled, “That’s a bold name. Nice.”
Ye Wushuang added, “Qiu’er, that’s all I can teach you. You need to focus on improving your cultivation.”
“With the Guardian dead, other nations’ cultivators likely noticed. They might invade our country.”
“I planned to visit neighboring countries this time to eliminate their cultivators, but my master ordered me back to Kunlun in three days, and I need to visit your grandfather in Suzhou, so there’s no time.”
“You’ll have to handle things from now on.”
“But don’t worry too much. If you face trouble you can’t solve, contact me.”
“Anyone who dares touch my son, Ye Wushuang, I’ll cut them down!”
Warmth surged in Ye Qiu’s heart.
Having a father’s protection felt great!
Ye Qiu said, “Father, you and Mother take care in Kunlun Mountain.”
“Yes.” Ye Wushuang nodded, then said, “These years, with me gone, your grandfather has borne a lot.”
“Qiu’er, you must take care of him and your two uncles in my place.”
“Remember, no matter what, the Ye family must not fall into internal strife. A united family prospers.”
Ye Qiu nodded firmly, “Father, don’t worry. I’ll look after Grandfather. Second and Third Uncle are reasonable; the Ye family won’t fracture.”
Ye Wushuang said, “It’s getting late. I’ll talk with your mother. Qiu’er, rest early.”
“You drank a lot tonight. Sleep in tomorrow.”
“Your mother and I will leave for Suzhou early. No need to see us off.”
Ye Wushuang patted Ye Qiu’s shoulder and left.
Then, Ye Qiu left the Ye family, heading straight to Dragon Gate headquarters and Cao Qing’s room.
Upon entering, he saw Cao Qingcheng in silk pajamas, leaning on the bed.
Cao Qingcheng smiled, “Sect Master, visiting me this late? Miss me?”
Ye Qiu sat on the sofa, his face cold, and said sternly, “Zhuque, how dare you! Who told you to kill Xiao Qingdi?”
Seeing Ye Qiu’s anger, Cao Qingcheng quickly got up, approached, and knelt before him.
Ye Qiu asked coldly, “Zhuque, do you know your mistake?”
Cao Qingcheng replied, “I made no mistake.”
“You—”
Ye Qiu stood in fury, but as he did, Cao Qingcheng yanked down his pants…
