Chapter 690
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“They wanted to kill me because of the spirit points, as I’ve already told you…” Su Jinyue said in surprise.
“No, it’s not about that,” Ye Wushuang shook his head and said, “Since you are a disciple of Lingjian Mountain and have reached the Seventh Level of the Yuanfu Realm, yet managed to hold on until the end despite being pursued by more than twenty people, 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 were spoken, 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? A young man from the Qingyun Empire, with the surname Ye and the given name Wushuang,” Ye Wushuang casually said, taking a bite of the beast meat.
Su Jinyue then calmed down and said, “This sword was obtained by chance by a great power of our Lingjian Mountain in the past, and that great power even paid with his life for it.”
“Is that so?” Ye Wushuang casually remarked, “Was it stolen from the Lingjian Pavilion?”
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?”
Su Jinyue’s pretty face was full of shock and even a hint of fear. The Lingjian Pavilion was not only unknown to a mere Qingyun Empire but also to many disciples of the top ten empires and the Seven Great Sects. It was a true dominant force on the Tianyuan Continent, incomparable to the so-called Seven Great Sects of Qingzhou.
“Why are you so excited?” Ye Wushuang laughed and said, “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 force?”
“It doesn’t matter how I know. I just want to know what the relationship is between your Lingjian Mountain and the Lingjian Pavilion.”
“There is no relationship at all!” Su Jinyue replied coldly.
It seemed she was very averse to talking about 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 just want to know how the Lingjian Pavilion is doing 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 the position of a dominant force on the Tianyuan Continent, without falling from grace!”
Ye Wushuang was surprised, “Nine Elders? Not 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.
But Su Jinyue only thought that Ye Wushuang must have had some rare and extraordinary experiences.
Little did she know that the person sitting in front of her was 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-induced slumber, waiting for his heavenly soul to break free and be reincarnated to merge.
Su Jinyue said coldly, “There was an internal conflict within the Lingjian Pavilion. Out of the twelve Elders, only nine remain now!”
Internal conflict?
A flicker of killing intent flashed in Ye Wushuang’s eyes.
“What about the other three Elders?” Ye Wushuang asked.
“Who knows…” Su Jinyue said helplessly, “Perhaps they are already dead…”
Dead!
A burst of malevolent energy suddenly erupted within Ye Wushuang.
Su Jinyue was startled and stared blankly at Ye Wushuang.
Why was he so concerned about the Lingjian Pavilion?
After a long while, Ye Wushuang suddenly asked, “You seem to respect Ling Shengtian but dislike the Lingjian Pavilion?”
Su Jinyue remained silent and did not respond.
The bonfire crackled, and the two said nothing more.
Ye Wushuang had never imagined that the Lingjian Pavilion would have internal strife.
What had happened in the two thousand years that had passed?
Which three Elders had died?
It was precisely because his ninth soul had reincarnated as Ye Wentian and created the strength of the Ye Clan that the eighteen Ask-the-Heaven Guards remained united even unto death.
He had thought the Lingjian Pavilion would be the same…
Each of the twelve Elders was a world-renowned figure whom he had either subdued or led to greatness in the past.
The death of any one of them was something Ye Wushuang could not accept.
Su Jinyue clearly did not want to talk more about the Lingjian Pavilion, and Ye Wushuang did not press further. His immediate priority was still to resolve the troubles in the Qingyun Empire. Only by truly annihilating the four great families and allowing the Ye Clan to rise again, ensuring the safety of his family, could he go in search of his eighth soul to merge with it.
The next morning, early in the day, Ye Wushuang got up and was about to leave.
“Where are you going?” Su Jinyue asked nervously, seeing that Ye Wushuang was about to leave.
