Chapter 97
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“**It’s really strange; we can’t find anything.**” One person complained loudly, “Li Xiang, do you think this might be the empty nest of a Heavenly Gang realm cultivator, with nothing inside at all?”
“**You’re asking me? How would I know?**” the other person replied, “Let’s check out this room first.”
As they spoke, the two of them pushed the door open and entered.
At that very moment, the instant the door was opened, a long sword lunged out **in an instant**…
With a *thud*, the young man walking in front, caught off guard, was pierced through the heart by the sword. He looked at the white-clad youth in front of him with a face full of terror.
The young man behind him froze, his face turning pale in an instant, and he let out a scream.
“**Ah…**”
However, before his scream could spread, Qing Shiyu, holding a sword, swiftly slashed across his neck.
The two bodies thudded to the ground.
Qing Shiyu hurriedly closed the door and panted heavily.
“**No one heard it, right? No one should have heard it, right?**”
She hadn’t expected such a coincidence—she and Ye Wushuang had just entered the room when disciples from Qingyun Academy walked in.
Qing Shiyu looked at the two bodies on the ground and said, “It’s Li Xiang and Li He.”
“**Phew, that’s a relief. These two are only at the eighth level of the Physical Training realm. If it had been Tan Yun’er or Li Xiangwen, we wouldn’t have had such good luck to ambush and kill them.**”
Cultivators at the Qi-Condensation realm are highly vigilant.
Ye Wushuang, however, said nothing and walked to the edge of the arena, continuing his inspection.
Qing Shiyu said at this moment, “Ye Wushuang, how about we leave?”
“**If Chu Yunsheng finds out, we’ll be in deep trouble. And those three Qi-Condensation realm cultivators from the Wen family are all at the third or fourth level; neither you nor I can match them…**”
Ye Wushuang, however, said, “We’ve come all this way. Are you willing to leave without killing them?”
“**Think about the deaths of your close friends. Aren’t you angry?**”
“Of course I’m angry, but with just the two of us, we can’t possibly take revenge!”
“**That’s not necessarily true.**”
At this moment, Ye Wushuang stepped onto the arena, grasped his sword, and slashed open the arena.
Qing Shiyu had no idea where Ye Wushuang’s confidence came from, but she dared not leave on her own. If she ran into Chu Yunsheng and the Wen family members on the way, she would be dead for sure.
At that moment, as Ye Wushuang’s sword cut open the arena, they saw rows of heads revealed beneath the arena.
Qing Shiyu glanced over and felt a shiver run down her spine.
But upon closer inspection, her expression changed.
“**Huh? Puppets?**”
Ye Wushuang had split the arena open, revealing eighteen puppets standing neatly in two rows beneath it.
Though lifeless, they exuded an imposing presence.
After observing for a while, Qing Shiyu suddenly said, “Th-this… these are the puppet bodies of the eighteen Ask-Heaven Guards?”
Without saying a word, Ye Wushuang walked forward and gently touched each puppet.
Back in the day, one of the eighteen Ask-Heaven Guards, Li Yunmo, was a puppet master whom Ye Wushuang had once tutored. His puppetry skills were extremely powerful.
These eighteen puppets were created by Ye Wentian on a whim when he saw the eighteen guards gathered together. They were not particularly powerful but possessed the strength of the Qi-Condensation realm.
At that time, he made these puppets casually, more to capture the moment of the eighteen of them together.
But now, they could be put to good use!
Back then, you eighteen followed me to establish the Ye clan.
Today, you eighteen will continue to accompany me in this form!
Qing Shiyu looked at the puppets in amazement and said, “These puppets don’t seem to be made of high-quality materials, but they are exquisitely crafted. It’s a pity that without their puppet master, these puppets can’t be used.”
“**Who says they can’t be used?**”
With these words, Ye Wushuang collected the puppets one by one.
Qing Shiyu looked at him curiously and asked, “Do you know puppetry?”
“A little,” he replied.
With that, Ye Wushuang pushed the door open and walked out.
“**Where do we go next?**” Qing Shiyu asked, genuinely worried about running into Chu Yunsheng’s people again.
“**To the main hall!**” Ye Wushuang said directly.
“**What?**” Qing Shiyu’s face changed instantly, and she hurriedly said, “Ye Wushuang, let’s not go, please. Chu Yunsheng must have already thoroughly searched the main hall with his people. If we go there now, it’s like walking into a death trap.”
