“I...”
Hearing Hu Bugui's words, Ye Fan was momentarily at a loss for words.
He couldn't exactly tell Hu Bugui that he had been reborn in the body of their Ancestor.
If they ever found out, they would definitely try to tear him to pieces!
Seeing Ye Fan's expression, Hu Bugui smiled.
“Ancestor, it's fine. You just happen to know, right?”
Ye Fan nodded subconsciously, but once he registered the words, he felt something was off.
Why did it feel like he was being humored?
“Are you brushing me off? Humoring me?”
Hu Bugui shook his head repeatedly. “No, of course not!”
Ye Fan looked at him suspiciously.
“Are you guys not taking my words seriously at all?”
Startled, Hu Bugui immediately replied:
“How could that be? Ancestor, you are the Ancestor of our Ancient God Clan. How could I ever dare to humor you?”
Meanwhile, he couldn't help but mutter in his heart: The Ancestor's illness is getting worse and worse! He's becoming harder and harder to handle!
Seeing Hu Bugui's serious expression, Ye Fan nodded.
After all, since he was the Ancestor of their clan, he doubted they would have the guts to play him for a fool.
Just then, Ye Fan's eyes flickered, and he asked with some confusion:
“Xiao Hu, Baili Mo is dead. You have soul lamps, so you should have known about his death a long time ago, right?”
Hu Bugui's mouth twitched, but he still explained:
“Ancestor, the major ancient powers stopped using soul lamps a long time ago!”
“Why?” Ye Fan asked, puzzled.
“Why else? I heard that back in the day, the Sect Master of the Qingshan Sect sneaked into the Soul Lamp Halls of the major ancient powers.”
“He extinguished a bunch of soul lamps and caused absolute chaos, so everyone was too afraid to use them after that...”
Hearing Hu Bugui's words, Ye Fan's mouth also twitched.
You people are real geniuses, unable to even guard your own soul lamps!
“Fine! Keep an eye on the plan to attack the Qingshan Sect. I'm going to cultivate!”
Hu Bugui nodded.
“Please rest assured and cultivate, Ancestor. I will notify you the moment there's any news!”
At the same time, he couldn't help but mutter in his heart:
He should forget about this after some time, right?
In all my years of serving the Ancestor, other than eating candied hawthorns, this is the first time he's been so obsessed with something.
Sigh... If it were anything else, I would have found a way to make it happen for him.
But this matter is truly out of the question!
I've heard the Patriarch and the other seniors mention the Qingshan Sect. They are truly an unmatchable existence.
“Ancestor, these are the pills for your cultivation during this period!”
As he spoke, Hu Bugui handed over a storage bag.
These were special pills prepared for the Ancestor by the Patriarch and the others, with some soul-soothing medicine mixed in.
It was meant to keep the Ancestor from going wild.
Ye Fan didn't stand on ceremony either, reaching out to take it.
He was currently in a state where he knew absolutely nothing about alchemy, artifact forging, arrays...
I shouldn't even think about it. It only makes me sad!
...
“Xiao Hu, what's the situation with the Qingshan Sect?”
After cultivating for a while, Ye Fan asked Hu Bugui once again.
Hearing Ye Fan's question, Hu Bugui was stunned. How has he still not forgotten about this!
Nevertheless, he quickly spoke up:
“Ancestor, the major ancient powers have already reached an agreement. They were originally prepared to destroy the Qingshan Sect, but we couldn't find where they are hiding!”
“Right now, everyone is sending people out to search for the Qingshan Sect!”
At this point, Hu Bugui continued to bluff Ye Fan with a perfectly straight face:
“They must have realized the consequences of offending us, so they went into hiding!”
Hearing this, Ye Fan nodded. That was highly likely.
Immediately after, a sharp light flashed across his eyes.
He recalled his experiences searching for the Qingshan Sect and his subsequent death during the year he became the Nine Thousand Years of the Xinghe Dynasty.
Boom!
Hu Bugui suddenly felt the Half-Immortal pressure from Ye Fan's body violently erupt.
Thud!
Caught off guard, Hu Bugui was slammed directly to the ground by the pressure. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning pale!
“Cough, cough... An... Ancestor...”
Lying on the ground, Hu Bugui cried out pitifully with a pale face.
At the same time, he felt utterly helpless. The Ancestor is having another episode. He can't control his aura again!
Sigh... I should suggest that the clan's alchemists increase the dosage of the soul-soothing medicine!
Hearing Hu Bugui's cry, Ye Fan snapped out of his memories.
He quickly restrained his aura, then looked down at Hu Bugui, who was splayed on the ground, and said:
“Search in the Eastern Province! The Qingshan Sect should be in either the Eastern Province or the Northern Province!”
After all, that wretched mortal had always been active there.
Back then, Lu Ming was recruited into the Qingshan Sect in the Eastern Province!
“Also, if you can't find them, you can go ask the largest dynasty in the Eastern Province, the Xinghe Dynasty. They have a good relationship with them.”
“Or go to the Northern Province to find the Heavenly Demon Sect. The Heavenly Demon Sect is the power that wretched Lu Ming established outside... If they're still not there, you can even go to the demon race...”
Hearing Ye Fan's words, Hu Bugui's forehead was covered in black lines. The Ancestor is getting better and better at spinning wild tales!
Do you even hear what you're saying?
That Lu Ming is the Saint of the Qingshan Sect, yet he's also a demonic cultivator of the Heavenly Demon Sect?
Would a Saint have nothing better to do than become a demonic cultivator?
“Alright... I'll report this to the Patriarch right away!”
Hu Bugui agreed anyway. He also planned to discuss Ye Fan's recent condition with the Patriarch.
With that, Hu Bugui scrambled up from the ground and popped a recovery pill into his mouth.
Only then did he run all the way to the Patriarch's residence.
Seeing Hu Bugui's somewhat disheveled appearance, the Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan asked:
“Did the Ancestor fail to control his aura again?”
Hu Bugui nodded. “Patriarch, I feel like the Ancestor's illness has taken a turn for the worse!”
The Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan was taken aback. “What happened?”
“He asked me again when we are going to destroy the Qingshan Sect.”
Then, he recounted everything Ye Fan had said to him, word for word, to the Patriarch.
The Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan couldn't help but frown.
Could the Ancestor actually know something? Otherwise, there's no way he would keep harping on the Qingshan Sect!
With this in mind, he took out the Ancient God Clan's sound transmission token:
“Baili Mo, where are you? Reply immediately...”
After the transmission was sent, there was absolutely no response from the token for a long while.
The Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan frowned. Did Baili Mo really meet with an accident?
Immediately after, he picked up the sound transmission token again and messaged the Patriarch of the Ancient Imperial Clan:
“Huangpu Haotian, what is your family's Huangpu Tao up to?”
As for why he didn't ask the other powers, it was simply because their relationships weren't very good!
In particular, their relations with the Ancient Demon Clan and the Ancient Fiend Clan were terrible.
As for the Ancient Buddha Sect, the Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan didn't like them.
Every time they dealt with them, they would end up on the losing end.
A moment later, the sound transmission token lit up, and Huangpu Haotian's voice drifted out:
“He went out recently!”
“Oh?”
The Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan frowned and replied, “Can you contact him?”
“Is there something the matter?”
Huangpu Haotian's question left the Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan at a loss for how to respond.
He couldn't exactly say, “My foolish Ancestor says your Huangpu Tao died out there!”
After hesitating for a moment, the Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan spoke into the token:
“Huangpu Haotian, I received news here saying that my family's Baili Mo, your family's Huangpu Tao, and the Ancient Buddha Sect's Fa Zhen... are all dead...”
After sending the message this time, it took a long while before a reply came back:
“I haven't been able to contact my family's Huangpu Tao either... Where did you get this news? Is it reliable?”
The Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan's gaze narrowed. Did something really happen to Baili Mo and the others?
Immediately, he picked up the sound transmission token and gave Huangpu Haotian a dismissive reply:
“Just a message sent back by a clan disciple right before his death! It's not guaranteed to be true...”
As for whether the other party believed it or not, he didn't care.
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