Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 733: 752

Chapter 733: 752

A great battle had passed in an instant, and the Turquoise Pool regained its calm once more, but the Minghe Ancestor’s eyes flickered, looking at Ye Xuan with a trace of surprise, his thoughts unknown.

“It seems I underestimated you,” the Minghe Ancestor said after a moment of silence.

“Many people underestimate me, and many fear me, but you are not one of them,” Ye Xuan responded indifferently.

As a Quasi-Saint, the Minghe Ancestor was not an ordinary being. Although he was arrogant, he was not ignorant. Ye Xuan had not fought him, not because he was afraid, but because he knew that even if they fought, it would lead to no conclusion.

“Ye Xuan, you are qualified to stand as my equal, but I must remind you that you cannot protect the Hongmeng Purple Qi. It will only bring you and the Heavenly Court a crisis of life and death.”

The Minghe Ancestor restrained his aura and then stepped forward to Ye Xuan, looking him directly in the eyes as he said in a deep voice, “You must know that the emergence of the Ancient Demon Court is something that Donghuang Taiyi and Emperor Jun of the Heavenly Court will surely want to eradicate, especially since the Hongmeng Purple Qi is in your hands. Neither the Ancient Demon Court nor the Witch Clan will let you off.”

Looking at the solemn demeanor of the Minghe Ancestor, Ye Xuan furrowed his brow and asked, “What are you trying to tell me?”

“Hand it over to me, give me the Hongmeng Purple Qi.”

“You should know that I am transformed from the Netherworld Blood Sea, and it’s incredibly difficult for anyone in Heaven and Earth to kill me. If I can become a Saint, I can promise to help you annihilate the Ancient Demon Court,” the Minghe Ancestor stated resolutely, his gaze sincere as he looked at Ye Xuan.

As the Minghe Ancestor finished speaking, the white-robed monk’s expression changed drastically, and he looked at the Minghe Ancestor with great seriousness, as if he had gained a new understanding of him.

“Amidabha!”

The white-robed monk slowly rose, softly chanting a Buddhist mantra, his demeanor turning serious as he looked at Ye Xuan.

“Daoist Ye, I do not have smooth words, but if you give me the Hongmeng Purple Qi, I will personally go to the Ancient Demon Court and resolve the crisis of the Heavenly Court,” he said.

It was clear that Ksitigarbha had thought through before his departure, realizing that forcibly taking the Hongmeng Purple Qi from Ye Xuan was not feasible. And with the Ancient Demon Court being Ye Xuan’s most significant threat, he could only use this as a bargaining chip in their negotiations.

At that moment, both Quasi-Saints were sincere in their attitudes, not intending to deceive Ye Xuan, but Ye Xuan maintained a serene and light demeanor, exuding a sense of peace.

Ye Xuan was silent, perhaps contemplating, leaving the two Quasi-Saints in quiet anticipation of his response.

After a considerable pause, Ye Xuan finally lifted his gaze to the two and said, “The Hongmeng Purple Qi is indeed not in my hands; you may leave.”

Ye Xuan effectively issued an order to dismiss them, which greatly disappointed both Quasi-Saints. Their eyes were filled with reluctance as they looked at him, but given Ye Xuan’s cultivation, even if they wished to force the issue, they likely would not succeed.

“Daoist Ye, I must remind you that a thousand years from now, when the Demon Gathering begins and the Ancient Demon Court regains control of the Three Realms, the two demon Emperors will not only destroy your Heavenly Court but will also personally demand the Hongmeng Purple Qi from you. If you wish to survive this calamity, only I can lend you a helping hand,” the monk advised.

“Farewell!”

The white-robed monk pressed his palms together, clearly giving Ye Xuan time to consider. As Ksitigarbha, he possessed Great Divine Power and Great Magical Power, and was indeed a formidable character, though it was uncertain what assurance he had that he could help Ye Xuan overcome this tribulation.

As the white-robed monk left, the Minghe Ancestor gave a resigned sigh. He did not bid goodbye to Ye Xuan and prepared to leave the Heavenly Court directly. He was not yet ready to give up on the Hongmeng Purple Qi and had to consider other methods.

Watching the departing figure of Minghe Ancestor, Ye Xuan’s eyes slightly squinted as if he was hesitating about something, then a decisive look flashed through his eyes.

“Minghe Daoist, please, wait a moment.”

Suddenly, Ye Xuan softly spoke, and upon hearing Ye Xuan’s words, the expression on Minghe Ancestor’s face froze, and then he turned back to Ye Xuan with an ecstatic look on his face.

Swish!

A streak of blood light was casually emitted by Ye Xuan, directly shooting toward Minghe Ancestor, who caught it effortlessly. As he looked at the object in his hand, his whole person suddenly froze, stunned on the spot.

“The—Minghe—Map?”

Minghe Ancestor articulated each word deliberately, then suddenly looked back at Ye Xuan, his eyes growing dark and hostile.

“Where did you get this, and where is my Blood Sea disciple now?” Minghe Ancestor’s voice turned ice cold since the Minghe map was his possession. Although not a treasure, it represented the identity of his lineage from the Netherworld Blood Sea and was also the token he had bestowed upon the Blood Sea Daoist in past years.

Minghe Ancestor had several great disciples, among whom the Blood Sea Daoist was the youngest. Although his cultivation was not high, he was the most beloved by Minghe Ancestor.

However, over more than a hundred thousand years, his disciple seemed to have vanished from the world. Even though he had sent people to search throughout the Three Realms, he still had not received any news of this disciple.

“Years ago, the Blood Sea perished and his Dao vanished. He entrusted this item to me and asked me to bring it to you, hoping you would avenge him,” Ye Xuan spoke calmly.

Back at the Blood Sea Battlefield, the Blood Sea Daoist died tragically at the hands of the Primordial Spirit because he refused to be enslaved. Before his death, he gave the Minghe map to Ye Xuan and told him that as long as he brought the Minghe map to Minghe Ancestor, Minghe Ancestor would help him achieve the Daluo Golden Immortal realm.

However, Ye Xuan had never sought out Minghe because, at that time, he was too weak. If Minghe Ancestor had killed him, he would have had no power to resist.

Today, with Minghe’s arrival, Ye Xuan took the opportunity to settle this matter, and also to return the Minghe map to its rightful owner.

“Who killed my Blood Sea disciple?”

Minghe Ancestor’s aura became threatening, his fists clenched slightly; evidently, he held his disciple in extremely high regard, which explained the great fluctuation in his emotions.

Furthermore, the death of the Blood Sea Daoist was a direct challenge to Minghe Ancestor’s honor. Known as a Quasi-Saint, his lineage from the Netherworld Blood Sea, although not comparable to the Ancient Demon Court or the Witch Clan, was certainly not to be trifled with. Yet, someone dared to kill his disciple, completely disregarding him, and how could that not infuriate Minghe Ancestor?

“Primordial Spirit!”

Ye Xuan uttered these two simple words, his eyes intensely watching Minghe Ancestor, hoping to discern some clues from his facial expression.

Unfortunately, Ye Xuan was ultimately disappointed. Minghe Ancestor looked bewildered, clearly having never heard of this person.

“Who is Primordial Spirit? Could it be a newly promoted Quasi-Saint, or is it just some Daluo Golden Immortal?” Minghe Ancestor said darkly.

“Take a look!”

Ye Xuan’s fingers moved like shuttles, and the void presented the appearance of the Primordial Spirit, which allowed Minghe Ancestor to gaze directly.