Chapter 22: Settling the Predestined Relationship?

  "Master, in the next life, I will still be your disciple." Han Yemeng murmured, and the Qiankun transmigration pill in his hand suddenly emitted black and white light, enveloping the ghost of Qingyun True Person.

  That blood-colored soul-twisting thread dissipated, the ghost of the lightly fogged person floated up, and the dull expression became peaceful.

  "Master!" Han Ye knelt down, and in a daze, she seemed to see Qingfeng Zhenren smiling at her with satisfaction.

  "Farewell, real man in the light fog." Ye Hao bowed his head, this was a sign of respect for the deceased.

  The figure of Qingfeng was enveloped in a black and white light, and suddenly disappeared into the secret room. She would be reborn into which family, but only heaven knew.

  Han Ye's moonlit night wept and fell to her knees, but she didn't notice that a remnant of an ownerless divine consciousness had shot into Ye Hao's brow.

  Ye Hao's expression changed slightly as he accepted a fragment of memories from Qingwu Zhenren before his liberation.

  In memory, there is nothing else, only a route map, nine bends and eighteen turns, a blood-red mark at the end of the map.

  Ye Hao's heart moved, the Mixed Sky Dan Ding, the last fall was a product of a lower grade, but it could be a Xianqi, unless... the Light Mist True Person had obtained it from there. If that were the case, then the place marked on the map would most likely be the remains of a Xian family.

  As Ye Hao's thoughts were turning, Han Yemeng stood up and turned around to face him.

  Four eyes met, and for a moment, the atmosphere in the sealed room was eerily silent.

  "Yè yuè zhēn rén, wǒmen……"

  Translation: "Moonlit Night, we……"

  Ye Hao had just opened his mouth when he was interrupted by Han Ye's raised hand. She pointed a jade finger at the storage bag, and a set of ninety-nine scarlet array flags flew out from it.

  These ninety-nine array flags revolved around the moon for a few laps and all stopped in front of Ye Hao.

  "This is a set of defensive array flags that my master gave me when I first broke through to the foundation period. The divine mark inside has been erased by me, and today it's given to you, which can be considered as... ending a fate." Han Ye said calmly, her eyes flashing with a hint of evasion.

  Ye Hao was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said: "In that case, I'll be rude, the material of this flag is really good."

  Jian Ye Hao took down the array flag, and Huan Ye Yue turned around, her back to him, her tone somewhat stiff: "I will be in seclusion here, and won't come out for three to five years. Our fate ends here, I hope that when I come out of seclusion, I won't see you still lingering in the Yunxia Sect."

  Ye Hao took a deep look at Han Ye's back and left without saying another word.

  Han Ye couldn't help but turn her head back, only to see Ye Hao walk a few steps before stopping again, and then quickly turn his head back around.

  "Actually, you're afraid that if you spend too much time with Old Man Ye, you'll develop feelings for him, haha..." Ye Hao didn't even turn his head, but just burst out laughing, looking extremely pleased.

  "Get out!" Han Yemeng's face turned red with anger and shame. She slapped her palm on the back, directly blasting Ye Hao out of the secret room.

  ……

  ……

  Smoke and mist sect, south of Wanli, a steep mountain peak, Xiao Qingling stood alone on top of it, wearing a green dress, her pretty face was not powdered but was as white as snow, her hair was combed into a noble bun, with a snow-white lotus flower inserted obliquely beside it.

  "Miss, one of the three young masters of Shen Zhou, Shen Jian Gongzi, has arrived again." At this time, an old hunchbacked woman behind Xiao Qinglan suddenly spoke up.

  "Jian Gongzi..." Xiao Qinglian turned around with a faint smile, but her true thoughts couldn't be seen from her expression.

  At this moment, a golden sword tip shot from the horizon.

  Only to see a handsome young monk standing on top of a golden long sword, with his hands behind his back, exuding an air of confidence all over his body. This appearance is quite good, with a bit of a swordsman's demeanor.

  Divine Sword Young Master Chang Fan, the Six Harmony Sect's sect master Chang Ru Lai's son, built a strong foundation of eight layers, famous for his swordsmanship in the younger generation of the Divine Continent. He had defeated a peak strong practitioner who had built a nine-layer foundation and also escaped with his life from a Golden Dan stage demonic cultivator.

  This young man, along with the Ice Snow Palace's Cold Ice Young Master and the Dao Yan Sect's Inquiring Dao Young Master, are collectively known as the Three Young Masters of Shen Zhou. Not only do they have a deep friendship, but their respective sects are also renowned and prestigious, and they themselves are all outstanding figures among the younger generation. Their appearance is also extraordinary, which is why the Three Young Masters of Shen Zhou have immense influence among the young people of Shen Zhou.

  Chang Fan sheathed his Golden Scale Sword, and with a suave demeanor, he bowed to Xiao Qing Luan, laughing loudly: "Qing Luan Fairy, we really do have fate, don't we? We coincidentally met at Qiu Feng Manor the other day, and I didn't expect to run into you again in the territory of Yun Xia Sect."

  "Fate is like a circle, it's round and square, it's the sun and moon in the sky, it's all natural things. If you don't know what I'm thinking in my heart, how can you easily talk about fate?" Xiao Qinglan smiled elegantly.

  "Hey, I'm sorry for being so abrupt." Chang Fan's sword flashed a dry smile, although it seemed a bit awkward, but the deep affection on his face did not diminish in the slightest.

  "You young man, don't you know to retreat when you see the Tang clan's sudden move? This time my family's young lady is heading to the Yunxia Sect, and you shouldn't be going in the same direction as her." The old woman behind Xiao Qingling shouted in a hoarse voice.

  "This young master suddenly remembered that it had been years since he last saw his close friend, Wang Tong, the eldest disciple of the Mingyue Peak of the Yunxia School. He was just thinking of going to visit and reminisce about old times, if you don't mind..." Chang Fan's sword was filled with deep emotions, gazing at Xiao Qingyun with a nearly infatuated expression.

  "I mind!" Xiao Qinglan said calmly.

  Chang Fan's sword hesitated for a moment, and then he smiled apologetically: "It turns out that I, the young master, have disturbed the Qingyuan Fairy. I will take my leave now, and we of the Yunxia Sect will meet again."

  After finishing speaking, Chang Fan didn't stay any longer, drew out his Golden Scaled Sword and rode off on it.

  "Rong Po, in this world of men, can't you find one who is like him?" Xiao Qinglian suddenly spoke up.

  "Miss, the world is big." said the old woman.

  "Yes, Father said so too......" Xiao Qinglian gazed up at the sky, and a scene that had often appeared in her dreams since she was ten years old floated before her eyes.

  That was a young man in black, the whole person like an unsheathed sharp blade, he cut out with one sword, and 100,000 demons surrendered. This scene, however, was like a living brand, becoming more and more deeply ingrained in her heart.

  ……

  ……

  "Yao Erdou, if you want to yell, then go ahead and yell out loud. The pain of expelling the hidden poison from your blood vessels is no less than having your bones replaced." Ye Hao sat neatly on one side, speaking to Yao Erdou who was half-naked and lying on a pile of straw.

  At this time, Yao Erdog's back was full of golden needles, each one shaking at a different rhythm, producing a golden airflow that condensed into a strange symbol.

  Yao's face was deathly pale, covered in fine beads of sweat, clearly suffering greatly, but he didn't make a sound, which surprised Ye Hao.

  After a while, Yao Erdou struggled to speak: "Master... Master, how much longer?"

  "This is just a moment, to completely eliminate the hidden poison in your blood, at least two more hours are needed, you can wait slowly." Ye Hao smiled and said, while casting several spells on these golden needles.

  Yao Ergou's whole body convulsed, and for a moment it felt like ten years had passed. Could he endure another two hours?

  "Ah...... I'm going to die, I *......%￥#......" Yao Erdog shouted loudly, his face covered in tears and snot, with no trace of the toughness he had shown just before.