Chapter 690

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“They wanted to kill me because of the spiritual values, as I’ve already told you…” Su Jinyue said, her voice tinged with astonishment.

“No, it’s not about that,” Ye Wushuang shook his head and continued, “Since you are a disciple of the Lingjian Mountain and have reached the seventh level of the Yuanfu Realm, yet managed to survive the pursuit of more than twenty people until the very end, you are no ordinary person.”

Su Jinyue remained silent.

“Let me ask you this: Where did the Tianyan Sword, the reward from Lingjian Mountain this time, come from?” As soon as these words left his mouth, Su Jinyue’s eyes suddenly became wary as she looked at Ye Wushuang.

“Who exactly are you?” Su Jinyue’s nerves were on edge.

“Me? I’m just a young man from the Qingyun Empire, with the surname Ye and the given name Wushuang,” Ye Wushuang casually replied, taking a bite of the roasted beast meat.

Su Jinyue then calmed down and said, “This sword was obtained by accident by a great master of our Lingjian Mountain in the past, and that master even paid with his life for it.”

“Is that so?” Ye Wushuang nonchalantly remarked, “Then it was stolen from the Lingjian Pavilion, wasn’t it?”

As soon as these words were spoken, Su Jinyue stood up abruptly, looking at Ye Wushuang in disbelief and astonishment, “How do you know about the Lingjian Pavilion?”

Her pretty face was filled with shock and even a hint of fear. The Lingjian Pavilion was not only unknown to the Qingyun Empire but also to many disciples of the Seven Great Sects and the Ten Great Empires. It was a true dominant force on the Tianyuan Continent, far beyond the reach of the so-called Seven Great Sects of Qingzhou.

“Why are you so excited?” Ye Wushuang laughed, “Even if the Tianyan Sword was stolen by your Lingjian Mountain from the Lingjian Pavilion, I’m not going to kill you for it…”

Su Jinyue asked again, “The Lingjian Pavilion is one of the dominant forces on the Tianyuan Continent. How could someone from the Qingyun Empire know about such a power?”

“It doesn’t matter how I know. I just want to know what connection your Lingjian Mountain has with the Lingjian Pavilion.”

“There is no connection at all!” Su Jinyue replied coldly, seemingly averse to even mentioning the Lingjian Pavilion.

Ye Wushuang continued, “Two thousand years ago, a genius named Ling Shengtian emerged and founded the Lingjian Pavilion, which became one of the dominant forces on the Tianyuan Continent in just a few hundred years.”

“I simply want to know how the Lingjian Pavilion is faring now…”

Upon hearing the name Ling Shengtian, Su Jinyue’s eyes showed boundless reverence and admiration. She suddenly clenched her teeth and said resentfully, “The Lingjian Pavilion is doing just fine now…”

“The Nine Elders control the Lingjian Pavilion and still firmly hold its position as a dominant force on the Tianyuan Continent, without any decline!”

Ye Wushuang was surprised, “Nine Elders? I thought there were Twelve Elders?”

Twelve Elders!

Hearing this, Su Jinyue looked at Ye Wushuang in astonishment once again. These were not things that a young genius from the Qingyun Empire should know. However, Su Jinyue only thought that Ye Wushuang must have had some rare and extraordinary experiences.

She had no idea that the person sitting in front of her was none other than the founder of the Lingjian Pavilion—Ling Shengtian!

Five hundred years ago, Ye Wushuang’s ninth soul had reincarnated as Ye Wentian, creating the strength of the Ye Clan. And two thousand years ago, Ye Wushuang’s eighth soul had founded the Lingjian Pavilion in the central land of the Tianyuan Continent, making it a dominant force on the continent. Shortly after, the eighth soul had fallen into a self-imposed slumber, waiting for his heavenly soul to escape, be reborn, and merge.

Su Jinyue said coldly, “There was an internal conflict within the Lingjian Pavilion. Of the twelve elders, only nine remain now!”

Internal conflict?

A flash of killing intent flickered in Ye Wushuang’s eyes.

“What about the other three elders?” Ye Wushuang asked.

“Who knows…” Su Jinyue replied helplessly, “Perhaps they are already dead…”

Dead!

A surge of murderous aura suddenly erupted within Ye Wushuang, startling Su Jinyue, who stared at him in bewilderment.

Why did this guy care so much about the Lingjian Pavilion?

“Seems like you respect Ling Shengtian but detest the Lingjian Pavilion,” Ye Wushuang suddenly said after a long silence.

Su Jinyue remained silent and did not respond.

The bonfire crackled and popped, but neither of them spoke anymore.

Ye Wushuang had never imagined that the Lingjian Pavilion would experience internal strife. What had happened in the two thousand years that had passed? Which three of the elders had died?

The eighteen Ask-the-Heaven Guards, even unto death, had always stood united when his ninth soul reincarnated as Ye Wentian and created the strength of the Ye Clan. He had thought the Lingjian Pavilion would be the same…

Each of the twelve elders was a world-conquering figure whom he had either subdued or nurtured in the past. The death of any one of them was something Ye Wushuang could not accept.

Seeing that Su Jinyue was unwilling to talk more about the Lingjian Pavilion, Ye Wushuang did not press further. His immediate priority was still to resolve the troubles in the Qingyun Empire. He needed to truly annihilate the four great families, allow the Ye Clan to rise again, and ensure the safety of his family before he could seek out his eighth soul to merge with it.

The next morning, at dawn.

Ye Wushuang got up, intending to leave.

“Where are you going?” Su Jinyue asked nervously, seeing that Ye Wushuang was about to depart.