Ye Wuque's voice was cold, with a hint of indifference.
The tragic experience of his childhood, his own death, and the desperate feeling of not wanting to live were carved into the depths of his soul like a knife.
If his father and mother hadn't desperately saved him, he would have died long ago and wouldn't be here now.
And he already knew from Senior Chu that the three Ye family members who had received the blood of his ancestors were still alive and well!
Buzz!
At this moment, the spiritual fog in the soul image began to surge violently, and the training dojo seemed to be getting clearer.
"Wu Que, when you were persecuted, the master and mistress never stopped searching for the truth! Because that Mrs. Yu could do it all by herself."
"Someone is secretly helping!"
"The person who helped is also an accomplice in an unforgivable crime!"
"That's the person who is wrapped in mist."
Uncle Fu slowly recounted what happened that year, and Ye Wuque also nodded slowly.
In the memory block, he has seen everything that happened that year.
Mrs. Yu is the mastermind.
But the guy hiding in the mist is also an accomplice!
Without this person, it would be difficult for Mrs. Yu to achieve anything on her own.
"My master and mistress have been investigating this person's identity, and the Seventh Ancestor is also helping. However, this person is hiding very deep, and there should be others helping to cover it up, so it is difficult to find out."
"And the three Ye family members who received the blood of your ancestors were also protected by the Ye family and never showed up."
"Because Mr. Ye knows that the master and mistress will never give up."
"However, later, the mistress got some pictures specially sent by Ye."
"And what you see now is one of the images."
At this moment, the spiritual mist in the soul image has completely dissipated, and the training dojo has become completely clear. In the noble place in the center, in the infinite ocean of spiritual energy, a figure suddenly appeared!
That is a small figure!
Sitting quietly cross-legged with his back to the screen, he seemed to be only eight or nine years old. His whole body was filled with divine radiance, and infinite brilliant arrogance overflowed from his body. The void in all directions was roaring, and the ocean of spiritual energy was boiling!
Countless rare and exotic beasts evolved around this figure, the Tao rhyme transpired, cracking the world, and at the same time, there was an indescribable aura that shot up to the nine heavens and came down to the earth!
Domineering!
Invincible!
Like a... king!
Even through the image of the soul, at this moment, there is a strong feeling of hair standing on end and spiritual warning.
powerful!
The mere aura of this small figure in the soul image made Ye Wuque understand that even now, in front of this figure, he was as insignificant as... an ant!
He stared at the little figure with his back turned, his bright eyes flickering slightly, as if he had already guessed something.
And the next moment, the terrifying visions in the soul image began to subside, and everything returned to calm.
The little figure moved slightly, as if he had finished practicing. He reached out with one hand and grabbed a jade bowl at random. Inside the jade bowl, there was crystal clear liquid flowing, and endless rays of light rushed out.
, turned into a dragon shape and a phoenix shape to resist the void.
It is enough to prove that the crystal clear liquid in this jade bowl is an unimaginable rare elixir!
Grabbing the jade bowl, the little figure drank it all in one gulp.
Infinite brilliance surged out of his small body again, overwhelming all directions!
After everything happened last night, after putting down the jade bowl, the figure slowly stood up, and the ocean of spiritual energy around him followed him, constantly steaming.
Only then did Ye Wuque see clearly that this small figure was wearing an extremely brilliant battle armor, which fit perfectly with him and shone with a faint brilliance, giving people a sense of complete and invincible.
And as this little figure stood up, the entire sky seemed to be lowered, and the void in all directions was bowing to him!
Right now!
The inner edge of the soul image appeared, and a vicissitudes of life figure slowly came forward. After being ten feet away from this small figure, it stopped respectfully, bent down and saluted and said hoarsely: "Congratulations, young master, your cultivation has taken another step forward!"
At this moment, the little figure finally slowly turned around and revealed his true face!
Ye Wuque's originally narrowed eyes flashed with a cold light at this moment!
This face!
Of course he knows it!
It was Mrs. Yu's son who was the oldest of the three who received his ancestor's divine blood...Ye Xuanji!
Ye Xuanji's little face in the image was expressionless. He spread out his hands, clasped them slightly, and said to himself: "The blood of the ancestors..."
The vicissitudes of life on the side of the old man bent even lower!
"What's the matter?"
Ye Xuanji looked at the old man and spoke casually, with a hint of indifference in his tone.
"Reporting to Young Master, there is news that Ye Zhengrong and his wife are desperately trying to resurrect their son...Ye Wuque!"
"It seems that there is hope of success!"
The vicissitudes of life old man said cautiously.
"oh?"
Ye Xuanji responded, but there was no unnecessary expression on his face. He remained calm and indifferent. He just turned and walked to the side, where he saw many well-polished stones.
Ye Xuanji made a move with his small hand, and a stone flew up and landed in front of him, suspended in the void.
"Young Master, your grandfather is asking for your opinion on whether he should secretly prevent Ye Wuque's recovery..."
Tear!
A roar of gold and iron clashing interrupted the vicissitudes of the old man's words!
Ye Xuanji put the two fingers of his right hand together, as if writing something on the stone. After the vicissitudes of the old man's words were interrupted, he immediately did not dare to say any more, but bowed his head and remained silent.
After writing a few more strokes, Ye Xuanji stopped. There was a divine light in his eyes. After staring at the stone in front of him for a few breaths, he said indifferently without looking back: "So what if he is successfully resurrected?"
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"Just a waste who died young."
"Even if he is intact, I can't see him in front of me."
"because......"
Tear!
Gold and iron clash, and the roar reappears!
Ye Xuanji waved his finger again.
After a few strokes, he took back his hand.
And in front of him, three words with sharp edges and infinite determination appeared on the stone!
Ye Zhengrong!
It is exactly Ye’s father’s name.
Staring at these three words, the divine light in Ye Xuanji's eyes turned into endless murderous intent and unruliness!
"My goal from beginning to end is only...Ye Zhengrong!"
"In the future, I will use his head to pay tribute to my mother's spirit in heaven!"
"As for his son?"
"You don't even have the right to hear your name in my ears."
With these words, the unparalleled king's pressure once again shone from Ye Xuanji's body for nine days, causing the spiritual mist in this side's training dojo to boil again and cover everything again.
This is where the image of the soul comes to an end.
Ye Wuque stood quietly, expressionless, and there was no emotion in his bright eyes, only indifference.
Uncle Fu, who was on the side, sighed softly at this moment: "This should be a scene deliberately released by the Ye family, hoping to let the master and attention see the growth of the Ye family, and use it to kill people."
"It has been exactly two years since he received your ancestor's divine blood in the picture. He is ten years old and already...the young man is king!"