The news of Drifting Cloud Camp's destruction spread like wildfire. Everyone within a hundred miles was excited. The eve of the celebration was so festive, with lanterns and decorations everywhere. Little did they know that as long as the Water Sword Sect was still alive, Drifting Cloud Camp could easily support a hundred more puppets.
With Ye Qinghan's return, anyone from the Humble Village who had the slightest bit of intelligence would know that Ye Qinghan had massacred the Flowing Cloud Stronghold. All of them came to the outskirts of the village to wait. They treated Renhuang Ye and the others like they were true supreme gods. They took out the best spirit fruits to entertain them.
The fruits were very rare. Emperor Ye and the others ate them, but they didn't feel that they were precious. Instead, the divine kingdoms they took out made the children envious, and the hunters drooled.
Emperor Ye and Dong Qin were both very rich. There was no need to mention Emperor Ye, but Dong Qin had the Celestial Treasure Battle Physique. Ordinary things wouldn't even enter her eyes. Anything that she could take out would be enough to allow her to have a meteoric rise. The two most talented children in the Humble Village, a boy and a girl, were only around twelve years old. However, in a single night, she had nurtured them to become Lesser Gods. Their Godheads were even Superior Godheads.
The boy was called Yang Hu, and the girl was called Yang Yu. They were blood-related siblings. Their mother was the only one left in the family. Their father had died in battle while hunting.
The entire village watched excitedly as Yang Hu and Yang Yu's cultivation soared. They were so excited that they did not know what to do.
For someone with the Celestial Battle Body, this was a piece of cake. Otherwise, Zixian wouldn't have asked her to help him become a Supreme God. Only someone with the Celestial Battle Body had the qualifications to push Zixian to the Supreme God level. Ye Qinghan couldn't do it. He himself might not even reach that level.
Ye Qinghan stepped into the training field of the village. The dozens of corpses had already been cleaned up. Yang Zhan and Yang Hu came to greet him, unable to hide their joy.
"Master, you've worked hard. We've been living in an abyss of suffering. Drifting Cloud Camp has squeezed us dry every year. Sigh …" Yang Zhan said sadly.
"It's fine. There won't be a Drifting Cloud Camp or a Water Sword Sect in the future. Let's have a good celebration," Ye Qinghan said calmly.
A grand sect that even had a Sovereign actually relied on exploiting the common people to survive. Ye Qinghan definitely couldn't stand such a sect. So what if it had a Sovereign? How could the combined forces of four monstrous geniuses fail to kill a Master God?
Yang Zhan and * * * *'s pupils shrank. What kind of existence was the Water Sword Sect? Within a radius of several thousand kilometers, it was a colossal existence. Yet Ye Qinghan said it did not exist and it did not exist. Just how strong were his foundations?
However, Yang Zhan felt that it was best not to ask about this matter. The more he knew, the worse it would be for the Humble Village.
The group returned to the village. Ye Qinghan and the others had never celebrated with the ordinary villagers, so they felt a different kind of feeling. Ye Qinghan looked at the starry sky and suddenly missed the endless planes. He wanted to go back to Owl Warstar to accompany his mother and children.
Emperor Ye looked at Ye Qinghan in a daze. He stepped forward and held his arm. He rested his head on Ye Qinghan's broad shoulder and said gently, "All of a sudden, I've thought it through. I want to go back to the Qin Clan to take a look. I want to go back to Xiao Yun Planet to take a look.
Emperor Ye's surname was Qin, and the blood of the Qin Family still flowed in his veins. Even though his heart belonged to Ye Qinghan, he still missed him deeply. He still had some feelings for the Qin Family. Back then, whether or not Qin Ying had used her to divert the world's attention from her brother, or whether he had truly been good to her, Emperor Ye was still grateful to her. If not for her, she might not have lived to meet Ye Qinghan.
When a person grew up and reached a high and mighty level, looking back, many things could be let go. Emperor Ye let go, and his heart was filled with happiness. He no longer felt that the world was cold and indifferent.
Ye Qinghan smiled and pulled Emperor Ye into his arms. He nodded and said, "I also want to go back and take a look. Most of my old friends from back then should have left."
After Ye Qinghan nodded in agreement, Emperor Ye smiled like a blooming flower.
The divine bird's bones were sore from the two's display of affection. It shook its head and left, singing and dancing with the villagers.
On the eve of the annual celebration, coupled with the destruction of Drifting Cloud Stronghold, the villagers were abnormally excited. It was to the point of staying up all night. In addition to the dozen or so corpses of tiger-bear beasts, it was enough for all the villagers to eat for an entire winter.
The snowy moon grew bigger and bigger, and Yang Hu and Yang Yu's cultivation continued to rise. Before daybreak, they had already rushed into the realm of middle god. The spiritual energy of the divine kingdom in their bodies raged, constantly transforming into divine power and rushing into their godhoods.
Dong Qin looked at her masterpiece and smiled happily. The nearby villagers were immediately mesmerized, and even the women were subdued by her charm.
Suddenly, Yang Yu gave a muffled groan, and her body exploded. Her skin, which could be broken with a flick of a finger, was stained with blood. She then fell into a pool of blood, alarming the villagers.
Yang Yu was only a twelve-year-old child, but after being catalyzed by the divine fruit, she seemed to have grown up to seven or eight years old in a short night. She had become a slender and elegant young lady about 1.6 meters tall. She had the simplicity of a villager, but also the temperament of a fairy. Now that she had fallen, how could everyone not be shocked?
Dong Qin was astonished. She had personally witnessed her and Yang Hu's breakthrough, so nothing should have happened. Why did Yang Yu suddenly lose control and stain her divine body with blood?
Soon, Dong Qin examined Yang Yu and didn't find any problems. However, her body had become extremely weak at the moment, and even the wounds on her body couldn't heal. Zixian was also helpless.
Ye Qinghan was alarmed. He brought Emperor Ye to the martial arts field in the village and saw Yang Yu's body twitching as if she was in extreme pain. He reached out to touch Yang Yu's arm and couldn't help but frown.
"Daoist Dong Qin, what did you feed her?" Ye Qinghan asked in astonishment.
"Drunken God Fruit, this is a first-rate divine medicine! It doesn't have any side effects. Look, even Yang Hu is fine! "Dong Qin guaranteed.
Ye Qinghan couldn't care less. He mobilized the wood element to protect Yang Yu's heart and veins and used his powerful life force to heal her wounds. However, her wounds couldn't heal at all. Even if they healed, they would immediately rupture.
"This is the rarely seen White-Blood Nine Yin Physique. Her physical body is extremely weak. Once her body is damaged, a large area will shatter and there's no way to repair it. It's a miracle that she's still alive." Ye Qinghan discovered the source of the problem and was rather shocked. This was because the White-Blood Nine Yin Physique was too rare, so rare that one couldn't be encountered in an epoch. Moreover, those that could be used were even rarer.
Ye Qinghan had never heard of the White-Blood Nine Yin Physique before, but the secret history that the Second Sorcerer had given him mentioned the ten great physiques. The White-Blood Nine Yin Physique was the most unlucky physique. This type of blood was a spiritually connected supreme treasure, but it was almost impossible for such a physique to survive!
The White-Blood Nine Yin Physique wasn't bad. It was a special physique after all, but it wasn't suitable for fighting. Once injured, one could only wait for death. However, if one cultivated to the overgod level, their combat strength would definitely be comparable to the ten great physiques.
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