The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 682 - 286: At the Forefront_3

"A mere Night Angel, one that is passively awakened at that. If this could illustrate the invincible might of our Ancestors, how would our clan possibly have flourished for 120,000 years, and still stand indomitable?"

Most of Ye Nishang’s murderous intentions dissipated, and even the rage that had surfaced suddenly went out.

She grabbed Ye Hanjun’s arm, her fingers exploring inch by inch along his body, and asked earnestly in a whisper:

"Ye Hanjun, tell me, what did you encounter at our ancestral site?"

"The thing you gifted Ye Liuying, was it really the Ancestral Blood, rather than something else?"

Similar questions had also been asked by a Saint before.

Ye Hanjun shook his head, as if he returned to that day, and repeated his answer:

"When entering the ancestral land, it’s impossible to retain one’s memories, this was mentioned by our father himself."

"And the reason I gave that drop of blood to Ye Liuying was not only out of personal sentiments, but also due to quite some guidance from the Spirits."

"In my subconscious, it seemed that this drop of blood was not suitable for me. Rather than absorb and waste it, it would be better to heal the Innate deficiency of a blood relative."

"That’s impossible!"

Ye Nishang cut straight to the chase:

"As long as that drop of blood is genuine Ancestral Blood, all the members of the Ye clan would perfectly harmonize with it. What’s this about ’wasting’!"

"A Saint from our clan also said this that day."

Ye Hanjun sighed with a look of helplessness:

"Since you won’t believe me, any further explanations will only pale in comparison."

Ye Nishang’s breathing halted for a moment, her chest rose and fell slightly, seemingly stifling a mass of frustration within her heart.

A long time later, when the disordered airflow had calmed down, she untied the two of them and walked step by step out of the Tianjiang Mansion.

"Tomorrow at noon, I expect to see all of you here."

"And all the other people, we have little time left. For the continuation of our clan, you must spare no effort and extract opportunities from the Tomb of Asura at any cost, then come out alive."

As Ye Nishang stepped out of the Tianjiang Mansion, her final transmission became more and more vague:

"Starting from tomorrow, I will be your instructor."

"Enjoy your last half-day’s vacation. Starting from tomorrow, I will make each of you wish you were dead."

...

"Mochou faces a lonely and desolate road, Mochou faces a lonely and desolate road..."

"I never thought that one day, our situation would become this desperate."

Ye Mochou also returned to his normal state, his profound gaze slipped past Ye Hanjun and Ye Liuying, finally landing on Ye Qiyu:

"After five thousand years, my Chouyun Mansion must be in ruins, no longer pleasing to the eye."

"Your Tianjiang Mansion is quite good, the environment is tranquil, and the maidens are graceful. I’d like to stay here, is that alright?"

"Xuesuo, arrange a separate suite for him."

Ye Qiyu, with his hands behind his back, ordered the Ice and Snow Dragon Girl.

The latter curtsied tastefully, leading Ye Mochou away from the sight of everyone.

"The rest of you, who wish to stay here, are free to do so."

Ye Qiyu didn’t care about the use of the mansion at all, even adding fuel to the fire:

"Starting tomorrow, dismiss the unnecessary serving girls, and invite several medical Elders over."

"My place has complete training equipment, combat arenas, and basic supplies."

"For the last six years, this place will be a public training ground, including me, everyone should leave distractions out and strive forward."

"Yes."

Ye Kai, Ye YuanQing, Ye Qiuguo, Ye Hanlian... The Young Kings acknowledged respectfully.

Ye Chun, Ye Shan, Ye Dan, Ye Yunruo... And Ye Xien, and Ye Quan, these Young Kings also nodded and agreed, mentally prepared.

"Cough... cough, cough, cough..."

At the end of the steps, an old man in a black robe was sitting on the ground, coughing while clumsily taking out a medicine bottle with his shaking hands, crushing the medicine and applying it onto his forehead.

He stood far away, the residual waves from the intense battle between the three Young Emperors should not have reached him.

But whether it was due to bad luck or otherwise, when the White Bird Demon was knocked down, a tooth shattered. The fragments scattered far and wide. The old man was unable to dodge and was accidently hit in the head, leaving a large bloody wound.

"Liuying, do you recognize that person?"

Ye Hanjun was constantly observing the new arrivals to the clan. Those clanspeople who had been sealed for a long time were now gathering in twos and threes. From time to time, their eyes drifted back to them, whispering non-stop, revealing surprised and confused expressions on their faces.

"I remember he came with Ye Nishang, one of the five people."

Ye Liuying was holding the Demon Heart Chrysanthemum, using the blood of the Medicine Beast to mend his frail body, and pondered his response.

"I also saw that."

Ye Hanjun nodded lightly:

"But have you noticed that the other three, they all seem to not want to get close to him, intentionally keeping a certain distance."

"That is a bit strange."

Ye Liuying frowned, "Although at the Tomb of Asura, any clansperson of the 6th Rank can enter."

"By that time, there will inevitably be elderly clan members who, because they are stuck at the 6th Rank and cannot break through, will enter the tomb with the resolution to die, taking a risk in search of one last opportunity."

"But for a mere 6th Rank, unless they have a blood relationship and are tied to some big shots, thus enjoying more special privileges."

"Otherwise, when they get older, they can’t possibly get a sealing quota. Normally, those sealed are vibrant and at the prime of their lives. Only they can resist the erosion of the long years, and not fall while sleeping..."

"Are you discussing ’Ye Yin’?"

The other three clanspeople who had visited with Ye Nishang walked over slowly. The person on the right took the initiative to make friends:

"He looks old and feels old, but in reality, he’s just over a hundred years, still quite young."

"However, little brother Hanjun, you don’t need to care too much about him, it’s best to keep your distance."

"Why is that?" Ye Hanjun asked in response.

"His job is quite peculiar, those who get in contact with him are likely to become unlucky."

"There is already more than one clan member who, after teaming up with him for trials, ultimately faced an untimely death."

"Just like a moment ago, we were just casually watching, and he was even further away from us yet he still got hit."

"If that tooth had been a little sharper, his head would’ve been punctured, and there would’ve been no chance for him to survive."