“Father?”
Ye Qiu’s expression shifted slightly as he quickly stepped up to the wall, examining the wanted poster.
Below Ye Wushuang’s portrait were a few lines of small text.
“A rogue cultivator, Ye Wushuang, at the peak of the Golden Core realm, utterly heinous. A wanted order is issued for his capture.”
“Anyone providing information will be rewarded with 50,000 spirit stones and may become an outer menial of the sect. Anyone who takes Ye Wushuang’s head will be rewarded with 100,000 spirit stones and may become a core disciple.”
Signed: “Yin-Yang Sect!”
Ye Qiu’s eyes narrowed, a flash of killing intent in his gaze. He hadn’t expected the Yin-Yang Sect to be hunting his father.
“What’s going on? Why is Wushuang wanted by the Yin-Yang Sect?” Longbrow Immortal asked, puzzled.
Fairy Hundred Flowers said gravely, “This is no small bounty. It seems your father has greatly offended the Yin-Yang Sect.”
Nearby, a crowd of onlookers whispered, pointing at the poster.
“This Ye Wushuang is incredibly bold, daring to offend the Yin-Yang Sect. Isn’t that just asking for death?”
“Exactly. The Yin-Yang Sect is a top sect in the Eastern Wasteland, with countless experts. Ye Wushuang is doomed.”
“When they catch him, the Yin-Yang Sect will surely tear him to pieces.”
“How did Ye Wushuang even offend them to warrant a wanted order?”
“It’s been ages since the Yin-Yang Sect issued one. For a mere rogue cultivator, and with such a high reward, it’s strange.”
“What’s strange about it? Ye Wushuang killed so many Yin-Yang Sect members. They must want to grind him to dust.”
Ye Qiu noticed an old man speaking and sensed an opportunity. “Sir, from your words, it sounds like you know something?”
The old man said, “Just hearsay, not reliable.”
Seeing the old man’s evasiveness, Ye Qiu was even more certain he knew something. “You’re so knowledgeable, sir. Tell us about it. We’re all curious!”
Longbrow Immortal chimed in, “Yes, do tell us!”
Fairy Hundred Flowers and Green Radish also pressed for details.
The surrounding crowd looked at the old man with curiosity.
“Alright, alright, I’ll tell you,” the old man said. “I heard that a month ago, a Yin-Yang Sect disciple found a remarkable treasure in a small town and reported it to the sect.”
“The sect sent several inner disciples, leading two hundred outer menials, to retrieve it.”
“After getting the treasure, they went on a killing spree, slaughtering all the men in the town, three thousand in total.”
What!
The crowd gasped in shock.
The old man continued, “Not only did they kill all the men, but they also abused the women and even held a killing contest.”
“They targeted children, some as young as infants, killing dozens.”
“At that moment, a white-robed expert appeared—a rogue cultivator named Ye Wushuang.”
“With one sword, he killed all the Yin-Yang Sect disciples present.”
Someone asked, “So Ye Wushuang was acting for justice. Why is he wanted?”
The old man sighed. “Don’t you know the Yin-Yang Sect’s ways?”
“They always protect their disciples. Even if their disciples slaughtered an entire city, they’d likely face no punishment.”
“Ye Wushuang’s actions made the Yin-Yang Sect lose face.”
“So, the sect’s higher-ups issued a wanted order for him.”
Ye Qiu quickly asked, “Sir, which town did this happen in?”
The old man shook his head. “I don’t know. It’s just hearsay.”
Ye Qiu was disappointed.
He had hoped to track down Ye Wushuang through this lead, as his father was now in great danger due to the Yin-Yang Sect’s pursuit.
But the old man didn’t know.
“What are you doing?”
Suddenly, a Yin-Yang Sect disciple guarding the gate approached, his voice thick with menace. “Daring to gossip about our sect behind our backs? You’re courting death.”
Everyone except Ye Qiu and his group trembled, too scared to speak.
“Scram!” the disciple barked, and the crowd quickly dispersed.
Ye Qiu stood still, staring coldly at the disciple, his heart surging with killing intent.
“What are you looking at? Want to die?” the disciple shouted.
“Let’s go,” Fairy Hundred Flowers tugged at Ye Qiu’s sleeve.
Knowing she wanted to avoid trouble, Ye Qiu suppressed his killing intent, and the group left.
Longbrow Immortal whispered, “Now I understand why Wushuang is wanted. There’s definitely more to this. I must say, Wushuang did well. If it were me, I’d have slaughtered them too.”
Ye Qiu asked Fairy Hundred Flowers, “The Yin-Yang Sect is so lawless. Is there no one to keep them in check?”
“Who would dare?” Fairy Hundred Flowers said. “The Yin-Yang Sect is a top sect in the Eastern Wasteland, with countless experts and disciples. Apart from the Qingyun Sword Sect, they fear no one.”
“Even the Heaven-Mending Sect and the three holy lands wouldn’t easily challenge them.”
“Besides, the cultivation world is cruel. The strong prey on the weak, and no one pities the fallen.”
Longbrow Immortal grumbled, “It’s the same everywhere. The weak have no voice, only fit to be slaughtered. But the Yin-Yang Sect’s actions are despicable. Their downfall can’t be far off…”
“Shh!” Fairy Hundred Flowers quickly gestured for silence, warning, “Be careful! This is Yin-Yang Sect territory. If their disciples hear you, we’ll be in mortal danger.”
“Afraid of what?” Longbrow Immortal said. “If I ever become a supreme expert, I’ll wipe out the Yin-Yang Sect.”
“Stop boasting,” Fairy Hundred Flowers said. “Many in the cultivation world share that sentiment. Even saint-level experts have tried and failed, only to be killed by the Yin-Yang Sect.”
“Unless…”
“Unless what?” Longbrow Immortal asked.
“Unless you become an Emperor-level powerhouse!” Fairy Hundred Flowers’ words left Longbrow Immortal’s face frozen.
Ye Qiu said seriously, “The Yin-Yang Sect claims to be a righteous sect, but their actions are no different from demonic cults. If they aren’t destroyed, heaven and earth won’t tolerate it.”
“If one day I stand at the peak of the cultivation world, I’ll be the first to eradicate the Yin-Yang Sect, bringing peace to this realm.”
“At the same time, I’ll set rules for the cultivation world: anyone who bullies the weak—women, children, or the elderly—regardless of status, cultivation, or background, will be executed.”
As Ye Qiu finished speaking, a muffled thunder rumbled in the sky.
“Boom!”
