Chapter 152
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The book in Ye Xuan's hand wasn't a martial arts cultivation method at all. It was a low-level Qi Refinement technique that was modified from a low-level Qi Refinement technique. There was even a method to devour blood energy. It was obviously something that came from a terrifying Blood Soul.
Ye Xuan clearly remembered that there were millions of Blood Souls that had escaped from the Blood Sea Battlefield. Many of them were terrifying existences. They were high and mighty Immortals when they were alive. Although they had fallen in the ancient war and their remnant souls were suppressed under the Blood Sea, they were still existences that could not be underestimated.
Ye Xuan deeply understood that the remnant souls of these Immortals were not something that ordinary Blood Souls could compare to.
They were extremely intelligent and could still vaguely remember what had happened when they were alive. They hid in the human world and constantly devoured the essence of Blood Souls. Their cultivation would improve by leaps and bounds.
If this went on for a long time, their cultivation would gradually recover. At that time, the people of this world would be plunged into misery and suffering.
This cultivation method was obviously passed down by one of the remnant souls of these Immortals. But why did they do this?
Ye Xuan gradually fell into deep thought. A strange light appeared in his eyes. Clearly, Tian Yu and the others had not realized the true horror of the remnant souls of Immortals.
"This game is getting more and more interesting. I hope you all can surface as soon as possible. Let me see what kind of terrifying means the Immortals of the Earth Immortal World had." Ye Xuan's eyes flashed with excitement as he murmured.
It was no wonder that Ye Xuan was so excited. If he could devour these remnant souls of Immortals, his cultivation would have a qualitative improvement. It would not be impossible for him to quickly break through to the late stage of the Tribulation Stage and usher in the Immortal Ascension Tribulation.
Most importantly, Ye Xuan clearly remembered that in the Blood Sea Battlefield, these remnant souls of Immortals had told Ye Xuan that they had been killed by the "Primogenitor Demon". They also told Ye Xuan that the Immortal Sutra was a demonic sutra.
How did the ancient war start? Who was the Primogenitor Demon? What kind of conspiracy did Yuan Ling have against him?
Perhaps he could find the answers to all these mysteries from these remnant souls of Immortals. After all, they more or less had some memories of their lives and could provide him with many clues.
"Mr. Ye, what did you say?" Tian Yu asked.
Tian Yu's voice jolted Ye Xuan awake from his thoughts. After that, he smiled, "You have done well. If there's any news regarding this, you must inform me at the first instant."
A hint of surprise flashed across Tian Yu's eyes. Why didn't Mr. Ye pay attention to the Bloodsoul Beasts all over the world, nor did he care about the battle between the Japanese martial artists and Sword God Ye? Instead, he cared about such a small matter?
Although Tian Yu did not understand, he knew what to ask and what not to ask. This allowed him to suppress the doubts in his heart. He bowed to Ye Xuan and asked, "Yes, Mr. Ye. What do you plan to do next?"
"Jingdu is not a place for me to stay. I will return to Jiangnan City. If you have any clues about these mysterious forces, you can send someone to Jiangnan City to find me."
After saying this, Ye Xuan stood up and walked out of the meeting room. This caused Tian Yu to be stunned. He hurriedly called out to Ye Xuan and said, "Mr. Ye, don't tell me you're not going to watch the competition between Sword God Ye and the Japanese?"
"Heh!"
Ye Xuan smiled disdainfully and said calmly, "A battle between two ants can't arouse my interest."
As Ye Xuan's words entered their ears, not only was Tian Yu stunned, but the expressions of the other team leaders changed drastically. They looked at Ye Xuan in shock.
Although they knew that Ye Xuan was very strong and had killed Li Huantian before destroying the Heavenly Saber God, Ye Lingtian's cultivation was much stronger than those two. Could it be that he wasn't a match for Mr. Ye?
Although everyone had the same thought, they did not dare to ask. They watched as Ye Xuan left the meeting room.
…
Jingdu Airport!
A private plane flying to Jiangnan City was parked there. A large "Zhuo" character was printed on the fuselage. As the cabin door opened, Ye Xuan boarded the plane with Fatso Huang and Gu Beichen.
At the same time, on the other side of Jingdu Airport, another private plane landed. As the cabin door opened, a large number of bodyguards walked out of the cabin door. Countless reporters waited anxiously under the plane.
When a Japanese martial artist walked out of the cabin door, many reporters took photos of him.
Muramasa Haoyue, known as the Japanese Martial God, was the strongest person in Japan. He once held the Demon Blade Muramasa and cut a terrifying sea beast into two with a slash. Since then, he had become famous.
He had a handsome face like a young man. His black hair fell behind his head and he held a long and narrow blade in his arms. However, the blade was wrapped in a large amount of black cloth, preventing people from seeing the true appearance of the blade. It was obvious that the blade was the legendary Demon Blade Muramasa!
"Mr. Muramasa Haoyue, you're only 30 years old this year. Sword God Ye was the second strongest person in Xia Country a hundred years ago. Do you really think you can defeat Sword God Ye?" A reporter asked a sensitive question directly.
"Tortoise has lived for a long time, but do you think he's a match for me?"
Muramasa Haoyue spoke in fluent Chinese. Although his voice was calm, the meaning behind his words immediately caused an uproar among a large number of reporters. They aimed their cameras at him and broadcasted his speech to the various major television stations.
…
The sky was clear and white clouds floated in the sky.
Ye Xuan looked out of the window with his eyes drifting. He was in a daze. After leaving Jingdu Airport today, he might never see his family again. This was his choice, but it also made him feel regretful.
The only thing that comforted Ye Xuan was that his mother had a son and a daughter by her side. This was not the worst outcome.
Ye Xuan held a glass of red wine and took a few sips from time to time. He frowned slightly and put the wine aside. Clearly, he was not used to drinking such a famous Western wine.
…
Jiangnan Airport.
Hundreds of luxurious cars were parked there. Thousands of men in black lined up in a row. Ordinary people were separated by yellow lines and were not allowed to step into the yellow lines.
Fully armed and heavily guarded, there were a large number of patrolling soldiers with rifles patrolling around the airport. It looked like a big shot was coming to Jiangnan City, which was why such a scene appeared.
The people of Jiangnan City were talking about it and watching from a distance. Everyone was surprised because they had never seen such a scene. Even a fool could see that a big shot was coming to Jiangnan City in a while.
In the Jiangnan Airport, Zhuo Junting was wearing a long black dress. The three teams of the Mansion of the Dead were all dressed in black. Thousands of bodyguards in black stood tall and straight like pine trees. Every one of them looked solemn and respectful.
"He's here," Zhuo Junting said in a low voice.
In the distant sky, a plane was slowly descending toward Jiangnan Airport with a loud whistle. As the private plane came to a stop, the cabin door opened quickly. A slender figure appeared in Zhuo Junting's eyes.
"Welcome back to Jiangnan, Mr. Ye." Zhuo Junting bowed. The thousands of bodyguards in black behind her bowed as well. They even shouted Ye Xuan's name loudly, deafening the entire airport.
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