Checking in for 100,000 Years-Chapter 887: Generation 249
"Master, the red-clothed demoness emerged from underground at Qianku Ridge, devouring flesh and blood in a skeletal state to become what she is now... She’s mentally unstable, extremely insane. If we don’t kill her, what’s the point of keeping her alive?"
Emperor Heimang licked his lips and asked cautiously.
"What is the point of keeping her alive?"
Ye Yun chuckled softly, his eyes reflecting complex emotions. Lowering his gaze, he commanded, "You all should head back first..."
"Uh... Alright, Master!"
Emperor Heimang was momentarily stunned, then quickly agreed.
He signaled to the other four emperors with a glance, and the five of them promptly left Qianku Ridge.
They flew for a while.
The Qingyue Demon Emperor couldn’t contain his inner impulse and frowned as he asked, "What’s really happening? Why didn’t the Master just kill that red-clothed demoness?"
"You ask me, how would I know?"
The Demon Emperor Kuzhu shrugged with a bitter smile.
"Let’s not speculate wildly. The Master must have discovered some clues that require investigation at Qianku Ridge. Let’s hurry back to the carriage..."
Emperor Heimang said with a solemn expression.
"Alright!"
The other four emperors tensed up, immediately understanding, and quickly closed their mouths, hurrying on their way.
...
Inside Qianku Ridge.
Ye Yun stood with his hands behind his back, calmly watching the ferocious face of the red-clothed woman. After a sigh, he gently reached out one hand to brush aside her disheveled black hair.
"Do you really not remember which generation of disciple you are of the Dragon God Sect?"
Ye Yun asked softly.
Without the cover of hair, an exquisitely delicate face appeared clearly before Ye Yun’s eyes.
Undeniably.
If this red-clothed woman wasn’t in that crazed state, she’d definitely be blossoming into a stunning beauty.
"A disciple of the Dragon God Sect, yet with such heavenly beauty..."
Ye Yun smiled faintly in his heart.
A hundred thousand years ago, the Dragon God Sect had no shortage of exceptionally beautiful disciples, and many secretly admired him, the Sect Master.
But unfortunately.
Falling flowers have intentions, flowing water is heartless.
Ye Yun always disliked sticking to what’s close at hand, so he remained oblivious to the affections of the sect’s female disciples.
"Two hundred forty-ninth generation."
After a few seconds of silence, the red-clothed woman’s eyes dazedly, yet with difficulty, spoke.
What?
Two hundred forty-ninth generation?
Ye Yun was slightly startled upon hearing the woman’s words, his expression shifting.
He was sensitive to the number two hundred forty-nine because—
The two hundred fiftieth Sect Master of the Dragon God Sect was the treacherous Dragon Xuan.
This was an extremely heinous figure.
There wasn’t a disciple of the later Dragon God Sect who didn’t hate him.
Even Ye Yun had no positive feelings for Dragon Xuan.
What was unforeseen was that this red-clothed woman before him turned out to be a disciple of the two hundred forty-ninth generation, according to logic, she must have met Dragon Xuan?
Ye Yun’s eyes suddenly lit up.
"What else do you remember?"
He asked quickly.
"I don’t remember..."
The red-clothed woman said urgently, and as soon as she finished, her expression suddenly changed fiercely, turning vicious and grotesque, and she began to laugh maniacally again.
"There’s no good man in the world!"
She said hatefully. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
Seeing the red-clothed woman’s hysterical expression, Ye Yun frowned deeply.
Evidently, the trauma she endured was exceedingly severe.
According to the standards of past life.
She had been stimulated into a severe mental disorder.
Was it love sickness?
Or was there another reason?
Ye Yun ignored the woman’s deranged laughter, stayed silent for a moment, and finally decided to probe into her memory.
The reason for caution.
Ye Yun was also wary there might be manipulations planted by a sinister force in the woman’s mind.
However.
This red-clothed woman had already gone mad, even if her mind were to explode, it wouldn’t be a serious matter for Ye Yun.
He would resurrect her.
But post-resurrection, the meager leftover memories would also vanish.
She would become completely lifeless, a walking corpse.
Whoosh!
Purple runes flashed in his eyes, and a power of life and death descended into the red-clothed woman’s mind in an instant.
In that illusory world.
All memories were fragmented and indistinct, seemingly ravaged by some force.
In her mind.
Only a tiny sliver of memory remained, very clear and lucid.
In a plaza.
A large group of disciples knelt on the ground, bowing to an ancient painting.
A black-robed middle-aged man stood sternly next to the painting with his hands behind his back.
"You are all disciples of the two hundred forty-ninth generation of the Dragon God Sect!
You must remember in your hearts, our Dragon God Sect, tens of thousands of years ago, was the most powerful Eternal Sect on the Cangnan Continent!"
The middle-aged man said this, his eyes flashed with a dazzling light.
This light was extremely striking, as if at that moment, he became an Eternal Realm Strong Person, standing at the peak of Cangnan Road, and not only his gaze, but his whole body exuded an indescribable pride.
After a few breaths.
The middle-aged man looked at the ancient painting, his eyes radiating fervor, loudly declared: "The person in this ancient painting you bow to is the Thirteenth Generation Sect Master of our Dragon God Sect, Ancestor Ye Yun..."
Some disciples in the plaza looked confused at the person in the painting, the majority gazing with bewilderment.
They were all newly inducted disciples, unfamiliar with this ancestor.
"Ancestor Ye Yun, honored as the Thirteen Generations Ancestor of the Dragon God Sect, once dominated an era, unbeaten by any opponent, hailed as the foremost master of the Eternal Realm on the Cangnan Continent!
He is the most powerful Sect Master in the history of our Dragon God Sect, you must frequently observe this ancient painting and always retain in your hearts the image of the ancestor!"
The middle-aged man said loudly with a sacred countenance.
Thud, thud, thud...
The disciples in the plaza were stirred up, their blood boiling, repeatedly bowing and kowtowing to the ancient painting.
...
The memory fragment in the red-clothed woman’s mind stopped abruptly here.
As for other memories, they were already completely unraveled.
Ye Yun meticulously searched and, at last, discovered a familiar figure in a tiny memory fragment.
Dragon Xuan!
This two hundred fiftieth Sect Master still appeared in the memories of the red-clothed woman.
Though mentally prepared, Ye Yun was still somewhat surprised.
Even though it was only the back view of Dragon Xuan, he could sense the woman’s hatred from that tiny memory fragment.
"This is rather peculiar, what kind of relationship does the red-clothed woman have with Dragon Xuan? Despite being a generation apart, there is such aversion and resentment..."
Ye Yun’s eyes flickered, dancing like flames, he spoke softly.
He suddenly recalled.
The woman’s earlier words: "There’s no good man in the world!"
"It seems, she and Dragon Xuan have an unusual relationship."
Ye Yun mused inwardly.
Thinking of this, Ye Yun begins to look around again, scrutinizing his surroundings.
Logically.
For the red-clothed woman to live tens of thousands of years and emerge from Qianku Ridge in a skeletal state, there are already numerous points of suspicion.
Ye Yun walked to the Stone Pool.
Whoosh!
The black water in the Stone Pool surged outward in two waves, revealing the black spring.
Ye Yun drew a sword and slashed at the spring.
Sizzle!
The Stone Pool split from the center, the fissure expanding, even dividing the massive mountain gorge in two.
A gigantic black seam appeared before Ye Yun.
Deep within the seam.
A cluster of dark red light whirled ceaselessly.
The glow was faint and dim, with extremely sparse prowess, seemingly incapable of sustaining its rotation, the glow threatened to fade away.
