Chapter 488
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“Who?” Ye Wushuang’s expression tensed.
“Ye Yunzhe!”
Ye Ming replied immediately.
Ye Yunzhe!
At this moment, even Qing Shihua’s face changed, and she exclaimed in disbelief, “Ye Yunzhe, the brother of Ye Wentian, the former clan leader of the Ye family—could it be that he didn’t die?”
Back then, the Ye family was the most powerful clan in the Imperial Capital, so influential that even the royal family had to give way to them.
The strength of a great clan was never the work of a single individual. Besides the eighteen renowned Ask-Heaven Guards, Ye Wentian had two trusted right-hand men.
Ye Fushan!
Ye Yunzhe!
Both were Ye Wentian’s younger brothers.
Overwhelmed with emotion, Ye Wushuang tightly grasped Ye Ming’s arms, her eyes bloodshot as she stammered, “Where… where is he?”
“On the fifth floor…” Ye Ming was frightened by Ye Wushuang’s appearance and spoke tremulously, “Lord Ye Yunzhe has been a focus of the King Demon’s attention. For five hundred years, he has not allowed Lord Ye Yunzhe to die…”
“My father, my grandfather, and my great-grandfather—all have seen Lord Ye Yunzhe. He… he has been terribly tortured!”
Ye Wushuang gazed at the entrance to the fifth floor.
“Wang Kun.”
“Here!”
“Take good care of these people.”
With that, Ye Wushuang headed straight for the entrance to the fifth floor.
The fifth floor was also a portal, but at this moment, it was slightly ajar, with no sealing formation in place. As Ye Wushuang pushed the door open, a faint, eerie fragrance wafted out.
Qing Shihua and Qing Shiyu followed Ye Wushuang cautiously into the fifth floor. “So fragrant…” Qing Shiyu sniffed the air curiously. “Why does it smell so good…”
“It’s the scent of blood.”
Blood scent?
As they entered the fifth floor, they found themselves in a large room filled with various jars and bottles. In the center of the room was a blood pool, thirty zhang in diameter, with dark red blood swirling and emitting a misty vapor that added an eerie touch.
“This place… is where the Demon King studies the mysteries of bloodlines,” Qing Shiyu said in astonishment.
The jars and bottles contained pieces of flesh, blood, bones, and even entire human corpses. The faint fragrance in the fifth floor was emanating from the blood pool before them.
Above the fifth floor hung an ancient mirror, reflecting the scene outside the Heavenly Number Secret Palace. In the sky above the small town stood a man in a black robe, his expression dark and arrogant. In front of him were more than a dozen elders from the Qingyun Academy, clearly in a standoff.
“It’s the Ten Elders of the Inner Court!” Qing Shihua exclaimed. “Elders Tang Chuyi and Shen Qian are both here!”
Ye Wushuang had brought the two of them through without encountering any Tiangang-level strongmen, thinking that there were none in the town. She didn’t expect that the elders of Qingyun Academy had already arrived and were facing off against the Tiangang-level strongmen here.
At this moment, Wang Kun also led thirty-six members of the Ye family to the fifth floor. Seeing the scene reflected in the ancient mirror, Wang Kun looked at the man in the black robe and said, “He is Elder Licun.”
Licun of the Tianji Mansion, a true Tiangang-level strongman.
Upon closer inspection, Tang Chuyi and Shen Qian, both Tiangang-level, along with Chu Mingjie, Qin Lizhe, Zhao Xuanyu, and eight other top Yuanfu-level cultivators, were facing off against Licun and his Tianyu Valley and Tianyu Cloud followers.
“We are truly fortunate,” Wang Kun couldn’t help but sigh. “If it weren’t for the arrival of the Qingyun Academy elders, we might have really encountered Elder Licun. We would have been dead without a trace.”
Ye Wushuang, however, said nothing as she gazed at the scene in the ancient mirror. Her eyes fixed on the large blood pool before her, she took step by step toward the edge of the pool…
