Chapter 47: Left for Ying Xuejian
According to the Medicine God, the pattern on the sheepskin was indeed the unique totem of the Lake of Reincarnation, but the origin of this totem was an artifact of immense power—the Eye of Reincarnation.
The Eye of Reincarnation possessed the ability to see through the cycles of reincarnation, to see the past, and to see the future. It was an incredibly terrifying super artifact.
“As for the Eye of Reincarnation, I don’t know much. A lot of what I know is just hearsay. The most widely known story in the divine realm is that a past master of the Lake of Reincarnation once used the Eye to help the Heavenly Emperor turn the tide of a great war,” the Medicine God explained.
“Since then, the Eye of Reincarnation became a symbol of the Lake of Reincarnation, and no one has seen the Eye ever again.”
After hearing the Medicine God’s words, Ying Tong waved her hand and said, “I understand. You may leave.”
The Medicine God paused for a moment, glanced at her, and finally turned into a beam of light, returning to the Medicine God’s inheritance key.
Once the Medicine God left, Ying Tong fell into deep thought.
From the Medicine God’s words, she concluded two very important pieces of information:
First, the Eye of Reincarnation was of great importance to the Lake of Reincarnation.
Second, the Eye of Reincarnation might have been damaged or lost during the battle that helped the Heavenly Emperor.
“It seems this sheepskin hides the secret of the Eye of Reincarnation.”
At that moment, the formation set up outside was triggered.
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“Has there been any mistake in the news?”
Outside, an old man asked.
The man was dressed in a white robe, exuding an aura of transcendence, the kind that made anyone who saw him think of an immortal figure.
However, at this moment, the old man’s neck and wrists were covered with dense, crisscrossing lines of curses.
Yet, he did not seem to care about them. His eyes were filled with intense heat and excitement as he gazed at the seemingly ordinary small courtyard before him.
For the past few days, they had scoured the entire Shifang City, and now, this was the only place they hadn’t searched.
Behind the old man, many disciples followed him, all dressed in similar white robes. They covered themselves tightly, not even revealing their hands, and wore masks on their faces.
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Inside the house, Ying Tong was protecting the room where Ying Xuechen and the others were staying, ensuring the formation around it remained intact. She then slowly stood up and walked toward the door, unhurriedly.
She deactivated the formation and opened the door, only to find a white-haired old man standing at the entrance, followed by a large group of masked people.
Upon seeing the door open and the person standing before him, the old man froze for two seconds. Then, with a loud thud, he kneeled down on the ground.
The disciples behind him, though wearing masks, couldn’t hide their shock from their body language.
It was worth noting that this old man was the ancestor of the Ying family.
Many years ago, this branch of the Ying family had been expelled from the Cangqiong Realm, and many had succumbed to despair, unable to bear the blow. Only a few had managed to survive.
These survivors married and had children in the Longteng Continent, and from that, the current Ying family had come to be.
And now, this old man was the only living member of those who had survived from that time.
Ying Tong raised an eyebrow at the old man’s kneeling, but she didn’t show any sign of shock or surprise.
“Sinner Ying Tianxin greets Her Excellency.”
“You are indeed a sinner,” Ying Tong slowly replied.
Each word felt like a sharp blade piercing Ying Tianxin’s chest, making his face turn even paler.
At that moment, the people behind the old man were displeased.
“What are you? How dare you treat the ancestor this way?”
In Ying Nanxi’s eyes, their ancestor could call himself a criminal, but others should not openly acknowledge it. Especially when the person before them appeared so young. Had they not been exiled to the Longteng Continent, their ancestor would likely be considered an elder of this person. How could an elder kneel before a junior?
Ying Tong glanced at the masked Ying Nanxi, her expression half-smiling, half-mocking. “At least he still has the right to kneel before me. You, on the other hand, don’t even have that right.”
“What does the Her Excellency mean by this?” Ying Tianxin suddenly straightened his back, his murky eyes filled with excitement.
Why didn’t they have the right to kneel?
Ying Tianxin had survived when the other members of their clan had perished, not because of sheer luck, but because he knew they hadn’t been entirely abandoned. As long as they worked hard, they still had a chance to return to the Cangqiong Realm and rejoin the Ying family.
But now, this person from the main family was saying that Ying Nanxi and the others didn’t even have the right to kneel.
Ying Tianxin quickly realized something was wrong. Cold sweat began to flow down his forehead, and his back felt a chill.
“What exactly have you all done over the years?”
Because his lifespan was nearing its end, Ying Tianxin had long since stopped managing the Ying family’s affairs. A hundred years ago, he buried himself in the earth to slow the consumption of his life force, hoping to wait for the day when he could return to the Cangqiong Realm.
At that time, he hoped to use the Ying family’s resources to break through his cultivation and extend his life.
Not long ago, Ying Nanxi and the others were ordered to dig him out of the earth.
Naturally, Ying Nanxi and the others did not dare to tell Ying Tianxin the truth.
After trimming the details, the original perpetrator was turned into the victim.
Facing Ying Tianxin’s gaze, those behind him lowered their heads in shame.
“Ancestor…”
Ying Nanyang wanted to explain something but was interrupted by Ying Tianxin.
“You don’t need to say anything further.”
Ying Tianxin wasn’t a fool; at this point, he had figured everything out and realized that he had been deceived.
Ying Tianxin looked toward Ying Tong, cupped his hands respectfully, and said, “Your Excellency, I will make sure to give you a satisfactory answer.”
What responded to him was the sound of a door slamming shut, without any hint of mercy.
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Inside, Ye Ying looked at Ying Tong with confusion, “This isn’t your usual style. I thought you would have killed them all by now.”
“Even if I wanted to kill them, it shouldn’t be my hands doing it.” Ying Tong replied, her gaze shifting toward a certain direction.
That direction was the room of Ying Xuejian. Ever since the appearance of the Ying family members, the demonic aura within the room had increased significantly. Describing it as “the demonic energy soaring to the skies” would not be an exaggeration.
Ye Ying noticed the situation in Ying Xuejian’s room and said, “I thought she had a firm will and wasn’t affected by the demonic heart and demonic bones.”
Ying Tong smiled upon hearing this, “Growing up in such an environment, a twisted heart is only natural. The more it’s suppressed, the more terrifying the backlash will be if it ever erupts.”
“So you plan to use the Ying family members to break the mental block in Ying Xuejian?” Ye Ying quickly understood Ying Tong’s intention.
Ying Tong did help Ying Xuejian suppress the demonic energy within her.
Breaking the mental block?
No, no, no. She just wanted Ying Xuejian to vent her frustration.
Is there anything more refreshing than personally slaying one’s enemies?
No.
This was a conclusion Ying Tong had drawn over the years.
Watching the enemy cry in agony and beg for mercy made her feel like she was being elevated to a higher level as a person.
