Chapter 542

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Ye Yunzhe, hearing this, let out a bitter smile and said, “Big brother, are you still making fun of me?”

Ye Wushuang laughed heartily and replied, “I’m not making fun of you at all. I’m just speaking the truth!”

“By the way, in a few days, I’ll be heading back to Qingyun Academy. If anything happens here at the Ye Mansion, just have Uncle He let me know.”

“Also, don’t leave the mansion!”

“Ye Ming, Ye Bin, Ye Yun, and the other clansmen, although they’ve had their bloodline spirits extracted and can no longer awaken the Devouring Bloodline, have endured years of torment and have developed strong willpower.”

“While I was in Wang Jianmu’s Number One Secret Palace, I obtained numerous heavenly materials, spiritual techniques, and spiritual instruments. I’ve handed most of them over to Wang Pengyuan and the others for handling, but I’ve kept some aside for specific purposes. I’ll make good use of them later.”

“Right now, the priority is to let the clansmen continue their cultivation and strengthen the Ye Clan!”

These clansmen, despite being tormented by Wang Jianmu, had still been cultivated to higher realms by him in his research on the mysteries of bloodlines. However, he never allowed them to master powerful spiritual techniques. Thus, a reliable and strong mentor was needed, and Ye Yunzhe was clearly the best candidate. After all, Wang Pengyuan, Xu Wenyuan, and Lei Chengtian were all occupied with managing the Dark Soul Hall. As for Uncle He… he had always been a quiet and unassuming figure, not suited for this role.

“Don’t worry about the spiritual stones or pills. The hundreds of chests of valuable items we have are enough to elevate the Dark Soul Hall to a new level and also sufficient for the clansmen’s cultivation,” Ye Wushuang instructed, one by one. Ye Yunzhe nodded in agreement as he listened, until finally, he looked at Ye Wushuang intently.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Ye Wushuang asked curiously.

“Big brother, you’re still the same as before!” Ye Yunzhe couldn’t help but smile. “You haven’t changed a bit.”

“You rascal, you think I’m working hard now, but wait until I cause some real trouble, and then it’ll be your turn to sweat,” Ye Yunzhe joked.

“Big brother, go ahead and make trouble. I’ll take care of everything,” Ye Yunzhe replied with a smile.

“Let’s talk about that when you’re fully recovered,” Ye Yunzhe said. As a Wanfa realm cultivator, although Ye Yunzhe had been severely tortured by Wang Jianmu, his bloodline spirit could not be stripped away. In recent days, Ye Wushuang had not only been focusing on his own recovery but also on helping Ye Yunzhe. Despite the terrifying appearance of Ye Yunzhe’s injuries, the core issue was severe depletion of his vital energy and blood. Tortured day and night by Wang Jianmu, even as a Wanfa realm cultivator, he could not recover without the necessary resources.

Fortunately, Ye Wushuang had managed to drain the pure essence blood pool that Wang Jianmu had spent centuries building. The pure essence blood was incredibly valuable, far surpassing even fourth- and fifth-grade spiritual pills. Under the moonlight, the two brothers continued to drink and chat until dawn.

In the following days, Ye Wushuang stayed at the mansion, instructing his third uncle Ye Qingfeng, Uncle He, and Ye Yunzhe to arrange everything properly before he finally felt confident enough to leave the Ye Mansion and return to Qingyun Academy.

Standing once again in front of the majestic gates of Qingyun Academy, Ye Wushuang felt a wave of emotions. The first time he had arrived here, it had been with Wang Xueqi, Qing Chengtian, and Xiao Yuan, all eager to join the academy. In less than half a year, everything had changed. Wang Pengyuan and Xu Wenyuan were alive. Ye Yunzhe was alive. The Ye Clan still had surviving members. All of this filled Ye Wushuang with deep sentiments. Even if he were the reincarnation of the Heavenly Emperor, he was not devoid of emotions and desires. The experiences of his nine primordial spirits were as real to him as his own memories, and they could never be erased.

“Next, it’s time to play with those Heavenly Court disciples…” Ye Wushuang smiled faintly.

Just at that moment, a group of people happened to be walking toward the academy’s entrance.

“Ye Wushuang!”

A voice tinged with both resentment and anger suddenly rang out. Ye Wushuang looked at the person in front of him and raised an eyebrow.