Chapter 1320: Chapter 55: Emperor Ye’s Sect [2-in-1] (Part 4)

"What?"

"Soundproof barrier!"

Fang Che exclaimed smugly: "Do you know what I’m going to do with this skill?"

Ye Meng’s face turned red, and she angrily said: "You’re so improper, I won’t speak to you anymore."

Fang Che chuckled and said: "The Heavenly King Flute came today..."

He said while leaping forward like a tiger: "I’ll teach you..."

...

Late at night.

The Heavenly King Flute sat alone at the mountain top.

The Jade Flute lay across his chest and knees.

The surroundings were desolate and empty of people.

The night wind gusted fiercely, causing the Heavenly King Flute’s robes to flutter.

Yet his heart remained as calm as an unruffled lake, clearly reflecting everything within a thousand feet around him.

Much like when he dueled with Bu Chou, even facing formidable foes, he never gave anyone the chance for a sneak attack.

This was his usual manner.

Especially now.

Because he was acutely aware of what sort of person his old rival was.

He was one of the most top-notch assassins in the world today!

Even a sliver of opportunity could result in a deadly strike!

In the night sky, the bright moon hung high.

One could clearly see the blue sky, with a few wisps of white cloud gently floating past the moon.

The mountain wind grew increasingly sharp.

The Heavenly King Flute closed his eyes, speaking softly: "Sikong Ye, you’ve come!"

The surroundings were silent, as if he were talking to the air.

"Since you’ve come, you must have surveyed within several thousand feet. With your skills, you naturally realize, there is no ambush this time."

"So, why haven’t you shown yourself?"

The Heavenly King Flute spoke in an even tone: "Are you afraid of me? Afraid I’ll kill you? You haven’t recovered to your peak yet?"

Still no sound came from the surroundings.

The Heavenly King Flute gave a faint smile, saying: "The treasure map I snatched from you last time was fake. I’ve already overturned the mountains there. There’s nothing!"

"So this time, I don’t intend to kill you, I just want this. Give it to me, and I’ll leave immediately. Moreover, I’ll help stabilize the underworld for you, and even assist you in becoming the number one Emperor Ye!"

The Heavenly King Flute continued: "Though I am a Demon, and indeed our Wei Wo Zheng Sect doesn’t particularly value promises, you should understand me—I am a man of my word. What I say, I uphold till death!"

"Over the years, although I almost killed you, you have believed my words. I am sure of it!"

The surroundings remained silent.

The Emperor Ye seemed as though he had never come.

"Sikong Ye, now only you and I are left of our sect. Back in the day, our master shook the world with the Dragon God Spear, and our elder raged across Jianghu with the Ghost King Flute. Both were unchallenged in human history. Yet you and I cannot even make it into the top three, truly shaming our sect."

The Heavenly King Flute said: "Sikong Ye, aren’t you ashamed?"

"Since your physique won’t allow it, why not give it to me? Am I not part of the sect? True, I’ve joined Wei Wo Zheng Sect, but even if we are mortal enemies, you should call me... Senior Brother, right?"

The Heavenly King Flute added: "Why bother, Sikong Ye? In terms of age, you are much younger than I am, yet after years in Jianghu, through the seas of people, can’t you see through even this?"

Once again, the area was utterly still.

The Heavenly King Flute sighed lightly: "Younger brother, the revival of our sect and the restoration of past glory are responsibilities of both of us. You stubbornly follow personal grudges, ignoring the honor of our sect—is that truly the correct path?"

"You’re not a Guardian, merely an emperor of the underworld."

"Sikong Ye, are you truly right?"

Rambling at the mountaintop, he appeared awkward, somewhat eerie.

Yet he was resolutely confident.

The Emperor Ye was certainly here and surely listening.