Chapter 489

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Dipping his hand into the blood pool, Ye Wushuang’s entire arm immediately began to gather spiritual energy. The blood pool started to boil, and his arm was enveloped by the blood, as if it were being swallowed whole.

“Master Ye…” Wang Kun’s face was filled with horror. Ye Wushuang must not die. If Ye Wushuang were to die, whom would he rely on for support?

Lifting his hands, Ye Wushuang watched as the blood receded, and his arms returned to their normal state. “I’m fine…” he said, gazing at the blood pool and falling into deep contemplation.

“Ye Ming,” he called out.

“Yes, Master Ye?” Ye Ming responded.

“Where is Ye Yunzhe?” In this fifth floor, aside from the blood pool, there were no other obvious places to hide someone.

Ye Ming looked around, feeling helpless. “I… I don’t know…” He had never been to this place before.

Ye Wushuang’s nerves were taut as he scrutinized the space of the fifth floor. There had to be some hidden detail that he had missed, there just had to be!

Qing Shihua and Qing Shiyu stood together, whispering. “Whenever Ye Wushuang is involved with someone from his clan’s past, he always seems to lose his composure…”

“Isn’t that normal?” Qing Shiyu replied. “He is, after all, a descendant of the Ye clan.”

Qing Shihua furrowed her brows. Normal? Was it truly normal? Ye Wushuang, being a descendant of the Ye clan, was not an ancestor, yet his eagerness when it came to the clan’s past members seemed almost as if he were Ye Wentian himself! It was truly strange!

At this moment, Ye Wushuang was indeed flustered. The news that Ye Yunzhe was still alive brought him more joy than any treasure he had found in this underground palace.

“Yunzhe… where are you…” Ye Wushuang carefully sensed the surroundings, while his mind’s eye conjured up memories of the past with Ye Yunzhe.

In his previous life, Ye Wushuang, as the ninth reincarnation of Ye Wentian, had two brothers: Ye Fushan and Ye Yunzhe. The three brothers were close in age. Ye Wentian had always been exceptionally talented, and Ye Fushan was a complete martial cultivation fanatic. Only Ye Yunzhe disliked martial cultivation and preferred literature and the arts.

Faced with this younger brother, Ye Wentian had always been extremely protective, allowing Ye Yunzhe to live without any hardships, doing only what he loved. If he wanted to be a scholar, then so be it—free and easy, unrestrained, and quite pleasant.

It was not until the Ye clan grew powerful that things changed. In a fierce battle, Ye Fushan was severely injured, and Ye Wentian’s heart was almost shattered, nearly costing him his life. Witnessing this, Ye Yunzhe felt that he had been too selfish. His two elder brothers had led the Ye clan to greatness, while he had simply enjoyed a peaceful life under their protection.

This was too selfish!

From that day on, Ye Yunzhe began to cultivate. This refined scholar, who had missed the optimal time for cultivation, demonstrated a talent in the path of cultivation that completely outshone his second brother, Ye Fushan, and was almost identical to that of his eldest brother, Ye Wushuang.

This event caused a great stir in the Qingyun Empire at that time.

Later, Ye Wentian watched as his youngest brother cultivated daily, fighting and killing for the sake of the Ye clan. He felt a deep sense of discomfort. He knew that Ye Yunzhe did not like this path, but he had chosen it for the sake of his family!

“Yunzhe, the last incident was just an accident. If you don’t want to cultivate, don’t force yourself. Your second brother and I can protect our clan. It’s fine for you to be a wealthy gentleman,” Ye Wushuang remembered that scene from the past.

Under the moonlit night, beneath the courtyard tree, he had said this to his youngest brother.

Ye Yunzhe smiled gracefully and replied, “Brother, you think my talent is too good and you’re afraid I’ll surpass you, right?”

“You rascal…”

“Brother!”

“Hm?”

“You two have taken on everything for my sake. I’m your brother; how can I just let you bear it all?”

The two brothers looked at each other in silence, with everything unspoken but understood in their eyes.

The past came flooding back. Although Ye Wushuang had changed his identity, he was still Ye Wentian.

“Yunzhe!”

Ye Wushuang opened his eyes, now bloodshot, and murmured, “Are you… still alive?”

As he spoke, he felt a sudden sensation, his body trembled, and he looked at a wall on the fifth floor. “It’s here!” he exclaimed.