Chapter 229

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Five hundred years!

So much has happened in that span of time!

The Ye Clan fell into decline, and the eighteen guards were all killed one after another!

For Ye Wushuang, who had returned after so long, this was an unbearable fact that he had no choice but to accept.

Qing Shihua continued, “Back then, Tang Wenchuan, in order to escort a group of Ye Clan members, saw his entire family of dozens of people slaughtered, leaving behind only a single son.”

“Five hundred years have passed, and now, Tang Wenchuan’s descendants are down to just one—Tang Tianyou.”

“Think about how powerful the Ye Clan was back then, and how revered the eighteen guards were. Look at the situation now; it’s truly lamentable.”

At this moment, Ye Wushuang felt a surge of rage almost bursting forth from within him.

Tang Tianyou!

The only surviving descendant of Tang Wenchuan!

For Ye Wushuang, this was the sole piece of good news amidst a sea of bad news.

“Thank you, Miss Shihua, for informing me of all this,” Ye Wushuang said with a bow, smiling. “It seems that joining the Qingyun Pavilion is indeed a wise choice.”

“I ask you, Miss Shihua, to keep an eye on this Tang Tianyou for me.”

Ye Wushuang smiled again, “After all, I am a descendant of the Ye Clan, and he is the descendant of Tang Wenchuan, one of the Ye Clan’s eighteen Ask-the-Heaven Guards. In the end, there is a deep connection between us.”

Qing Shihua laughed and replied, “Now that you have become a guest alchemist of the Qingyun Pavilion, you will surely meet him one day.”

“Hmm.”

Ye Wushuang then asked, “May I ask, Miss Shihua, among the eighteen Ask-the-Heaven Guards of the Ye Clan back then, was there anyone… who survived?”

Qing Shihua shook her head and said with a bitter smile, “I’m afraid not.”

“When a tree falls, the monkeys scatter; when a wall collapses, everyone pushes. The Ye Clan was surrounded on all sides back then. The eighteen guards were loyal to the end, choosing death over surrender. It’s likely that… none of them survived.”

At that moment, Ye Wushuang stood by the pavilion in silence.

For some reason, Qing Shihua, looking at the young man before her, felt that what emanated from Ye Wushuang was not admiration for the loyalty and sacrifice of his ancestors’ guards, but rather intense anger and sorrow… as if someone he knew and cared about deeply had been killed.

In the following days, Mu Qiqi, the second-grade spiritual alchemist of the Qingyun Pavilion, truly took the mother and daughter, Liu Yuemei and Ye Feifei, shopping and dining every day in the Liuyue City. Within just a few days, Liu Yuemei and Ye Feifei were completely won over by Mu Qiqi. Using the favor she had gained from the mother and daughter, Mu Qiqi would seek out Ye Wushuang daily, bombarding him with endless questions.

Initially, Mu Qiqi still maintained a certain decorum, claiming they were discussing alchemy. Later, she became completely unreserved, openly attaching herself to Ye Wushuang.

It was not that Mu Qiqi, as a second-grade spiritual alchemist, lacked knowledge; rather, Ye Wushuang’s understanding of alchemy was simply too extraordinary.

One day, outside the Wang Family Mansion.

Ye Qingfeng, Liu Yuemei, Ye Feifei, Xiao Yuan, Ye Wushuang, and He Bo, the six of them, were preparing to leave with Mu Qiqi and Qing Shihua.

In these past few days, Ye Wushuang had fully recovered, thanks to the powerful effects of the Heart-Protecting Pill.

Now fully healed, Ye Wushuang was ready to head to the Imperial Capital, and Mu Qiqi had naturally extended a warm invitation.

Outside the Wang Family Mansion.

Wang Hongsheng and his daughter Wang Xueqi, as well as Xia Lei and his daughter Xia Yusan, all bid them a warm farewell.

“Young Master Ye, if you ever have time, do come back to Liuyue City. I will have someone keep the Ye Family Mansion well-maintained for you,” Wang Hongsheng laughed heartily.

“Thank you.”

Ye Wushuang bowed in gratitude.

He looked at Wang Xueqi and said with a smile, “See you in the Imperial Capital.”

“Okay.”

Ye Wushuang had originally invited Wang Xueqi to accompany him to the Imperial Capital, but she had declined. After all, once she entered the Qingyun Academy, she would likely have little time to return home, and she wanted to spend her last moments with her father.

“Farewell!”

Ye Wushuang bowed to the group.

The carriage slowly moved away, leaving Liuyue City behind.

Ye Wushuang glanced at the city where he had lived for sixteen years in this life, his eyes filled with a quiet melancholy.

“Having trouble letting go?” a voice suddenly sounded in his ear.