After listening to the Yunhua Ancestor's explanation, the Third Elder of the Ancient God Clan fell into deep thought, a tempest raging in his heart.
It seemed the nonsense their Ancestor babbled wasn't entirely crazy after all!
After all, several names matched up perfectly—their own Baili Mo, the Ancient Imperial Clan's Huangpu Tao...
But how did their Ancestor know about this?
And had Baili Mo and the others really died?
Question after question swirled in his mind, and he found himself unable to make sense of it all for the moment.
The Third Elder of the Ancient God Clan looked at the Yunhua Ancestor, who was standing respectfully before him.
“What is your name?”
The Yunhua Ancestor was taken aback for a moment before quickly cupping his hands.
“Replying to Senior, this junior is Bai Tiansheng...”
My goodness, I haven't used my real name in so long, I almost forgot it!
After all, with his strength and status, who wouldn't call him “Senior” when he went out?
At the very least, they would address him as “Fellow Daoist”!
Yet now, he had to play the grandson and act like a humble junior! Sigh...
The Third Elder of the Ancient God Clan nodded.
“Hmm, not a bad name. Being born during the day is indeed better than being born at night!”
The Yunhua Ancestor opened his mouth, completely speechless.
Is being a senior really a license to be this willful?
Can you just make fun of my name whenever you want?
Right then, the Third Elder of the Ancient God Clan continued,
“From now on, your sect belongs to my Ancient God Clan...”
“Senior!” the Yunhua Ancestor cried out in panic.
With just a few words, his Yunhua Sacred Palace was gone!
This is fucking worse than bandits!
The Third Elder of the Ancient God Clan sneered,
“Hmph! Unwilling? Do you think you have a choice?”
“Once we ancient powers enter the world, you people are absolutely nothing!”
The Yunhua Ancestor fell silent for a moment. On second thought, it was true.
Having a backer wasn't necessarily a bad thing!
Besides, it wasn't like he could refuse even if he wanted to!
If he angered the other party, the consequences would be unimaginable.
He wondered if his late Mahayana stage strength would allow him to fight above his rank and kill a Half-Immortal.
Despite harboring thoughts of murdering a Half-Immortal, the Yunhua Ancestor's face remained exceedingly respectful.
“Then in the future, I will have to trouble Senior to look after us!”
The Third Elder of the Ancient God Clan nodded in satisfaction.
“Good! Your current task is to gather information on the Immortal Saber, the Xuanming Great World, Baili Mo and his companions, and the Qingshan Sect...”
Listening to the Third Elder's instructions, the Yunhua Ancestor's lips twitched.
So in the end, my entire sect is just going to be his personal spy network!
“Yes!”
The Third Elder of the Ancient God Clan nodded, retrieved a bottle of pills from his storage bag, and handed it to the Yunhua Ancestor.
“These are pills of my Ancient God Clan. Take them! They will be helpful to your cultivation!”
The Yunhua Ancestor's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly accepted them.
“Thank you, Senior!”
By the time he raised his head, the Third Elder of the Ancient God Clan had already vanished.
“Safe travels, Senior!”
The Yunhua Ancestor called out loudly.
Seeing that there was no response, the Yunhua Ancestor put away the pills and quickly arranged for his people to gather information.
After leaving the Yunhua Sacred Palace, the Third Elder of the Ancient God Clan did not return home.
Instead, he headed toward the Tianqi Dynasty, wanting to see if that Ji Wuming had returned.
But just as he arrived at the Tianqi Dynasty, he sensed a familiar aura.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out that someone from the Ancient Imperial Clan had arrived!
“Haha... Fellow Daoist Cui, you're too late. This place is already the territory of our Huangpu family!”
The Third Elder of the Ancient God Clan narrowed his eyes. “Your Ancient Imperial Clan is entering the world?”
“Haha... Just some early preparations, that's all!”
Hearing this, the Third Elder of the Ancient God Clan frowned, then said,
“I only came to find the little Emperor of the Tianqi Dynasty to ask about Baili Mo's situation!”
Recalling the instructions of his clan's Ancient Emperor, Huangpu Shangtian smiled slightly.
“After you!”
Emperor Tianqi did not hide anything either, directly telling them everything he knew.
After all, he wasn't the only one who knew these things; the Tiansheng Sect Leader knew them as well!
“After our Ancestor escaped from Heibei City, he went missing...”
The Third Elder of the Ancient God Clan frowned slightly and asked,
“Are there any other clues?”
Emperor Tianqi shook his head, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.
“However, I suspect that the Immortal Saber is in the hands of the Qingshan Sect's Saint!”
“Why?”
The Third Elder of the Ancient God Clan whipped his head up and asked!
“Because that guy's cultivation was not suppressed at all, and he also has a great relationship with the Ghost King named Yama...”
Emperor Tianqi did not hesitate to dump this blame onto Lu Ming.
Damn him, he bullied me plenty in the secret realm and even tricked my family's Ancestor...
He refused to believe these old fogeys wouldn't be tempted to go and kill Lu Ming!
Was the Third Elder of the Ancient God Clan tempted? Yes, he was!
He wished he could capture Lu Ming right this instant and force him to reveal the location of the Immortal Saber.
But the moment he thought of the Second Elder, who was still bedridden back home, his eyes instantly cleared!
This Lu Ming fellow absolutely could not be touched openly!
He then looked at Huangpu Shangtian and grew even calmer.
He harbors ill intentions!
He wants us to stick our necks out first and get beaten up by the Qingshan Sect!
“Fellow Daoist Huangpu, farewell!” The Third Elder of the Ancient God Clan rose and took his leave.
He traveled all the way back to the Ancient God Clan's base.
...
“How did it go?”
The Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan quickly asked upon seeing the Third Elder return.
At this moment, the Second Elder of the Ancient God Clan had also dragged his weakened body over!
The Third Elder of the Ancient God Clan looked at the two of them and did not hide anything, directly relaying the information he had gathered.
“Is that true?”
“That brat Baili Mo deserves to die!”
After listening to the Third Elder, both the Patriarch and the Second Elder felt a pang of intense heartache.
A perfectly good Immortal Saber, lost just like that?
“Our Ancestor said Baili Mo and the others were killed by Lu Ming of the Qingshan Sect. Could that be true?”
The Third Elder of the Ancient God Clan looked at them, a doubtful expression on his face.
The Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan pondered for a moment before shaking his head.
“Not necessarily. It might just be a coincidence. Besides, whether Baili Mo and the others are actually dead is still up in the air!”
“Our Ancestor didn't mention the Immortal Saber, nor did he bring up the Xuanming Great World!”
The Third Elder and the Second Elder of the Ancient God Clan nodded in agreement.
“How about we go find Lu Ming in secret?”
The Second Elder suggested, rubbing his still-groggy head.
Hearing his words, both the Patriarch and the Third Elder were stunned.
They hadn't expected the Second Elder to be this brave!
Had he not had enough of a beating?
The Second Elder of the Ancient God Clan continued to stare at them.
“We're just going to snatch the Immortal Saber back, not hurt anyone...”
“Good! I'll leave this task to you then!” The Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan agreed, nodding without the slightest hesitation.
Beside him, the Third Elder nodded in agreement as well.
The Second Elder's eyes instantly widened, his face filled with disbelief.
“Do you think I'm in any condition for this? I can't even walk straight!”
“You're fine!”
“You can do it!”
The Patriarch and the Third Elder responded in unison.
The Second Elder of the Ancient God Clan: “...”
“You guys are going too far! You can't bully someone like this...”
Just as the Second Elder was complaining,
Hu Bugui suddenly ran in from the outside in a state of utter panic.
“Patriarch, this is terrible! The Ancestor is missing...”
“What?”
“The Ancestor is missing?”
The moment Hu Bugui's words left his mouth, the faces of the Patriarch and the two elders fell.
“Yes! The Ancestor said he wanted to eat candied hawthorns, so I went to buy some. When I got back, he was gone!”
Hu Bugui said with a tearful face. It was over, completely over! He had lost the Ancestor!
He couldn't afford to pay for this!
“Let's go! Let's take a look!”
The Patriarch and the two elders rushed over to Ye Fan's residence.
But the moment they stepped into the courtyard, they saw Ye Fan standing right there.
The three of them were stunned. Wasn't he perfectly fine right here?
At this moment, Hu Bugui caught up and was also dumbfounded when he saw Ye Fan.
He had searched inside and out just now, terrified that the Ancestor had fallen into the latrine.
He had even searched the latrine but found nothing!
How did he suddenly reappear?
Right then, Ye Fan looked at the Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan and said,
“Give me some spirit stones!”
As it turned out, seeing that there had been no news of the Qingshan Sect, Ye Fan had decided to go check it out himself.
However, when he was about to use the teleportation array, he realized that apart from pills, his storage bag was filled with nothing but candied hawthorns!
He didn't have a single spirit stone!
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