“Got it!”
Elder Niu responded with a hearty acknowledgment, sped up immediately, and soon caught up with the wind-riding boat.
Ye Qiu observed his surroundings. They were now a thousand li away from the canyon, amidst lofty mountains and steep ridges, completely desolate and uninhabited.
“Little brat, this is a perfect place for killing.” the Long-Browed Daoist said.
“Block the wind-riding boat.” Ye Qiu gave the order. Elder Niu, carrying him and the Long-Browed Daoist, strode across the sky and swiftly intercepted the boat head-on.
Boom!
The wind-riding boat collided with Elder Niu’s body and was jolted back on the spot.
“Who goes there?”
Yun Jie, sitting inside the wind-riding boat, was shaken until stars danced before his eyes. He let out an angry shout and quickly stepped out.
By this time, Elder Niu had already reverted to human form, standing guard at Ye Qiu’s side alongside the Long-Browed Daoist.
“Ye Changsheng!”
Yun Jie recognised Ye Qiu at a glance and laughed loudly, “I never expected you to sneak out of the demon clan like this.”
“You know me?” Ye Qiu countered.
“Of course.” Yun Jie said, “Everyone in our Yin-Yang Sect now carries a portrait of you. The sect leader has ordered that whoever sees you is to kill you without mercy.”
Clang!
As Yun Jie’s words fell, he drew the long sword from his back, releasing a powerful aura from his body.
“Master, this fellow is at peak Nascent Soul.” Elder Niu reminded.
In truth, Ye Qiu had long seen through Yun Jie’s cultivation level. He paid it no mind.
“How is Wuji Heavenly Venerable lately? Has his injury healed?” Ye Qiu wanted to probe for some information.
“A mere ant has no right to inquire about the sect leader’s affairs.” Yun Jie said coldly, “Ye Changsheng, since you have encountered this holy son, your death is imminent.”
“Hand over your life!”
With those words, Yun Jie gripped his long sword and prepared to charge at Ye Qiu.
“Hold on.” Ye Qiu said quickly, “The Yin-Yang Sect has many holy sons. I still do not know your ranking.”
Yun Jie declared loudly, “Ye Changsheng, listen well. I am the second holy son of the Yin-Yang Sect, Yun Jie.”
“May I inquire about one thing?” Ye Qiu asked, “Is there any news in the Yin-Yang Sect about Ye Wushuang?”
He knew the Yin-Yang Sect had been issuing wanted notices for his father all along.
“No comment.” Yun Jie said arrogantly, “Ye Changsheng, I heard you killed Jiang Wudao, suppressed Ling Menghan, and slew several geniuses from the major holy lands. I am very curious how, with your cultivation, you managed to do it.”
“This holy son will give you a chance to strike first.”
“Come on, fight me!”
The Long-Browed Daoist cursed grumpily, “Damn it all, why are the holy sons of the Yin-Yang Sect all like this? Each one arrogant and acting superior.”
“Little brat, do not waste words on him.”
“Finish him off.”
Ye Qiu stood motionless in place.
Yun Jie shouted, “Ye Changsheng, are you deaf?”
“Did you not hear what this holy son said?”
“Hurry up and come fight me. This holy son wants to twist off your head.”
Yun Jie was almost beside himself with joy.
During this period, apart from the Qingyun Sword Sect, all the other top sects in the Eastern Wilderness had been hunting Ye Changsheng. If he killed Ye Changsheng himself, would he not become famous throughout the Eastern Wilderness?
Moreover, Wuji Heavenly Venerable had issued an order: any disciple of the Yin-Yang Sect, regardless of cultivation level, who could kill Ye Changsheng would be promoted to divine son.
Yun Jie was the second holy son. With his potential, becoming a divine son of the Yin-Yang Sect would take at least several hundred or even a thousand years. He never imagined he would encounter Ye Changsheng here.
“Ye Changsheng, oh Ye Changsheng, I will step on your corpse to achieve divine son status.”
“Heavens above, you have treated me well!”
Thinking of this, Yun Jie grew even more excited. He pointed his long sword at Ye Qiu and shouted, “Surname Ye, make your move quickly. Otherwise, once this holy son strikes, you will only have death awaiting you.”
To his surprise, Ye Qiu still stood unmoving, hands clasped behind his back, and said, “Dali, that fellow wants to kill your master. What do you think we should do?”
“Smash him to death.” Elder Niu said, then threw a punch.
Pfft!
Yun Jie’s brains splattered on the spot, his primordial spirit shattered, leaving only a headless corpse.
Peak Nascent Soul, extinguished just like that.
Clean and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.
Elder Niu followed with another punch, shattering the wind-riding boat.
“Dali, well done.” As Ye Qiu praised Elder Niu, the Long-Browed Daoist had already rushed forward, rummaging through Yun Jie’s corpse.
He found a spatial ring and a messaging jade slip.
Fearing Ye Qiu might snatch the spatial ring, the Long-Browed Daoist quickly bound it with a drop of blood, then laughed heartily, “We’ve struck it rich!”
“This kid’s spatial ring has several million spirit stones.”
“Countless spirit pills and medicines too.”
“Little brat, this poor Daoist has always been honourable. I won’t short-change you. The spatial ring is mine. This is for you.”
The Long-Browed Daoist tossed the messaging jade slip to Ye Qiu.
Just as Ye Qiu took the jade slip in hand, it suddenly vibrated. Several lines of text appeared on it.
“Come to Desperate Fate City at once.”
“Ye Wushuang has escaped. The encirclement and capture failed.”
“The sect leader has dispatched the third divine son, Heavenly Blade Song Que, to rendezvous with us in Desperate Fate City and continue pursuing Ye Wushuang.”
“Signed, First Holy Son, Tang Ye!”
In an instant, Ye Qiu’s gaze turned as cold as a blade.
“The Yin-Yang Sect’s first holy son Tang Ye is pursuing Father. It seems Father has escaped.”
“I wonder if Father is still in Desperate Fate City?”
“Has he been injured?”
Ye Qiu also learned another piece of news: Wuji Heavenly Venerable had sent the Yin-Yang Sect’s third divine son, Heavenly Blade Song Que, to join Tang Ye and Yun Jie in continuing the hunt for his father.
“Little brat, what are you spacing out for? Where do we go next?” the Long-Browed Daoist asked.
“To Desperate Fate City.” Ye Qiu said.
“Desperate Fate City?” The Long-Browed Daoist was stunned and said, “I know the place.”
“Desperate Fate City is one of the Yin-Yang Sect’s ten great cities. Rumour has it the city lord is even a Spirit Communication realm powerhouse.”
“Why are we going into Yin-Yang Sect territory?”
“Are we courting death?”
Ye Qiu could not be bothered to explain. He tossed the messaging jade slip to the Long-Browed Daoist.
After reading the contents, the Long-Browed Daoist began cursing, “Bloody hell, those Yin-Yang Sect bastards actually dare to hunt Wushuang. They must be tired of living.”
“Little brat, let’s head to Desperate Fate City right now.”
“Exterminate that whatever dogshit divine son.”
Ye Qiu asked, “Old fogey, how far is Desperate Fate City from here?”
“Not far.” the Long-Browed Daoist said, “Eight million li.”
Bloody hell, and that’s not far?
Ye Qiu’s face turned green.
Elder Niu said, “Master, I will carry you through the void. It won’t take long to arrive.”
“Traversing the void consumes stamina. How long do you need to recover?” Ye Qiu asked.
He wanted to gauge Elder Niu’s strength, in case they encountered saint-level enemies upon reaching Desperate Fate City.
Elder Niu scratched his head and said, “Master, I have no other abilities, just great stamina and strength. Traversing the void consumes very little for me.”
“Excellent. Then let’s set off!” After Ye Qiu spoke, Elder Niu extended his hands and tore open a rift in the void.
Then he transformed back into a five-coloured divine ox, carrying Ye Qiu and the Long-Browed Daoist as they charged into the void rift, heading straight for Desperate Fate City.
