Cultivation: Fortune by Lots-Chapter 520 - 258. The Unspeakable Secret of Elder Ye (Two-in-One Chapter)_3

Yuanmie himself was one of the most outstanding young geniuses of his generation. Moreover, not only did his cultivation speed increase rapidly, but his actual combat skills were also exceptionally formidable. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to make Jixiang Fawang, who was also at the Eighth Heavenly Layer, concede his position voluntarily in a place like the Great Void Temple.

Yuanmie dared to investigate the true situation of Vajra Temple because, on the one hand, he was confident, and on the other, he must have had many assurances and preparations. Even if he could not do anything to Vajra Temple, at the very least, Yuanmie was confident that he could retreat unscathed.

But the result was a setback. This setback indeed confirmed many people’s speculations about Vajra Temple. There, there was definitely a problem.

"His Majesty is likely to be even more restless about this matter," Ye Moquan said with a slight smile.

Upon hearing this, both Ye Wei and Ye Feishan pondered thoughtfully.

Ye Moquan said, "Continue to closely monitor the news from the Western Regions."

Ye Wei replied, "Yes, Father."

Ye Feishan glanced outside towards the garden of Prince Zhao’s Mansion and then quietly asked, "Grandfather, our clan has sacrificed our ancestral land this time. What about Prince Zhao?"

Suddenly, Ye Moquan fell silent, his gaze blank for a moment. Ye Wei and Ye Feishan did not look directly at him and did not notice.

After a moment of distraction, Ye Moquan’s gaze focused again. "The spirit of sacrifice has been shaped into a jade disc and has been handed to His Highness."

Both Ye Wei and Ye Feishan nodded slightly.

The destruction of the ancestral land was an immeasurable loss for the Jinzhou Ye Clan. Ye Moquan did not wish to do so unless it was absolutely necessary. But when truly pushed to that point, one must find a way to compensate for some of these losses.

The "Barbarian Spearhead" that troubled the major families dedicated to Confucian Studies originated from an unfamiliar and bizarre Martial Arts Realm. Ye Moquan reversed the restrictions of his own ancestral land to resist the martial with the learned, and when everything was taken to the extreme, a different kind of existence emerged—an existence that benefitted martial artists.

The sacrifice of thousands of years of culture and the Ye Clan’s literary lineage in Jinzhou was no small price to pay. But with things as they stood, they could only look forward.

"It is good that the Great Demon and Vajra Temple have caused complications, but our clan must tread carefully in the coming times. Act with a low profile, and be cautious in everything," Ye Moquan said, his gaze steady. He looked at Ye Wei before him, then at the younger Ye Feishan, and spoke, "From now on, the clan’s affairs, big and small, will be handed over to you."

His gaze moved from Ye Feishan back to Ye Wei. "I am heavily injured and can only recuperate. In the next few days, I will prepare to pass the Star-Chess Seal to you."

Ye Wei looked up at his father. The implication of his words was not for temporary management. It was to formally entrust this Treasure of the Clan to him. That is to say, the position of Clan Chief of the Jinzhou Ye Clan was to be passed to Ye Wei.

"Father..." Ye Wei’s heart pounded.

Ye Moquan smiled. "Although my injuries are severe, it is not yet time to make final arrangements." He paused in a manner unnoticed by his descendants, then continued, "You have always done well these past years, and I can entrust everything to you with peace of mind."

Ye Wei replied, "...Yes, Father."

Ye Moquan said with a calm expression, "I intended to draft a letter to Chiyuan, but now, it is better for you to write this letter."

"Father has already decided?" Ye Wei gently inquired.

Ye Moquan nodded. "We’re going to Cangzhou."

Cangzhou was located between Youzhou and Qingzhou and was generally a buffer between the Youzhou Lin Clan and the Qingzhou Ye Clan.

Defensive measures come before victory. If it were not absolutely necessary, Ye Moquan naturally would not wish to destroy his clan’s ancestral lands in Jinzhou. But having reached this point and temporarily unable to return to the San Jin Territory, the Ye Clan had to consider their next settlement.

Ye Moquan himself was merely a guest at Prince Zhao’s Mansion. The Ye Clan had withdrawn from Jinzhou in advance with a large population; they could not possibly all relocate to Youzhou.

There were several options for a new settlement, one of which was Cangzhou. It was only that Cangzhou was a bit too close to Qingzhou. In the past, the Jinzhou Ye Clan had separated from the Qingzhou Ye Clan. Now, they naturally would not return, and having just suffered a heavy blow, moving to Cangzhou would hardly be associated with glory.

But as Ye Moquan had previously said, for a long time to come, they must lay low.

Tianle Mountain no longer resembled its previous towering shape, now appearing as an uneven valley floor.

Besides the Jinzhou Ye Clan disciples who came here to investigate the fate of Ye Han and others, other individuals were also quietly approaching.

A Female Crown in hemp shoes and plain clothes appeared at the foot of what once was Tianle Mountain. She was none other than Wei Qiyue, the Supreme Elder of the Mount Shu Sect.

She circled Tianle Mountain, deep in contemplation, without saying a word.

When Wei Qiyue saw the Celestial Master’s Sword flying from a distance to join Tang Xiaotang at the outskirts of the Ye Clan Ancestral Land, she instantaneously shifted her attention from the great battle between Xu Yuanzhen and Ye Moquan. That was certainly not a typical method used by the Taoist Talisman Sect. From a distance, it looked peculiarly similar to the Flying Swords of their Mount Shu Sect.

The destruction of the Ye Clan Ancestral Land left the site in chaos. Wei Qiyue did not linger to entangle with the Demon Race or anyone else but quietly left the Ye Clan Ancestral Land.

Searching backward in the direction from which the purple lightning sword light had come, Wei Qiyue successfully found Tianle Mountain, which now lay in ruins.

Ye Clan disciples secretly frequented this place, apparently also looking for someone. This indicated that the Jinzhou Ye Clan certainly had previous arrangements here that had been disrupted.

She traced back along the same direction. Barring any major surprises, the one who destroyed this place was likely the person who had sent the Celestial Master’s Sword to Tang Xiaotang from a thousand miles away.

Who could it be?

As a Mount Shu Elder of the Daoist Artifact Refining Sect, an expert at the Eightfold Heaven Realm, Wei Qiyue searched carefully for a long while but found nothing. Initially thinking she might have come to the wrong place, she continued searching in the same direction but still found nothing.