?17: Chapter 17 Blood Sea Unrest 17: Chapter 17 Blood Sea Unrest Bathed in moonlight and stepping through snow, the siblings made their way home, and Ye Ling’er kept asking Ye Xuan where he had been these four years.

    Ye Xuan could only dodge her questions with excuses.

    He could never tell his sister that he was actually a Cultivator, and in the Blood Sea Battlefield, he was known as the Undying Venerable, his hands stained with the blood of countless beings.

    At home, the lights were brightly lit.

    The siblings walked into their house, and their mother hadn’t rested, obviously waiting for her children to return.

    “Mom, tomorrow I plan to transfer Ling’er to another school.”

    Ever since seeing the school where Ye Ling’er studied, Ye Xuan had been considering transferring his younger sister to a better environment.

    The conditions surrounding Ye Ling’er had played a significant role in shaping her into what she was today, though Ye Xuan’s disappearance for four years also contributed.

    Ye Xuan firmly believed that the environment could change a person.

    Much like how he was only a frail boy four years ago, unable to even assure his own safety, but after his experience on the Blood Sea Battlefield, he had not only transformed from caterpillar to butterfly but had also become a legendary Cultivator—this transformation was made by the environment.

    Ye Xuan’s suggestion made their mother nod, clearly understanding the true nature of the school Ye Ling’er attended, which was why she had let her enroll there due to the family’s difficult circumstances.

    “Xuan, you can handle this matter yourself.”

    Her voice paused as she looked at Ye Xuan with eyes filled with expectations, adding, “Xuan, you’ve been gone for four years.

    Now that you’re back, you should also prioritize your studies.

    I think you should attend school with Ling’er.”

    Ye Xuan was taken aback by his mother’s proposal, never having thought of returning to school, just when he was about to refuse, he saw the hopeful look in his mother’s eyes, which forced him to swallow back his words.

    “Mom, I promise you.”

    In order not to disappoint his mother, Ye Xuan agreed, but he had already decided to only enroll in a school in name; he definitely wouldn’t attend.

    After a couple of years, he would just get a diploma to fulfill his duty to his mother.

    At that moment, hearing that Ye Xuan would also be attending school, Ye Ling’er grinned joyously and said with a laugh, “Brother, if you have any issues with your studies since you haven’t been in school for four years, you can ask for my help.”

    Looking at Ye Ling’er’s playful face, Ye Xuan shook his head helplessly and said, “Tomorrow dye your hair back, and focus on your studies from now on.

    If...”

    His voice abruptly stopped as his spirit shook suddenly, and he looked sharply towards the direction of Duanchang Mountain, his eyes crossing with immensely complex emotions.

    “Are you...

    calling me?” Ye Xuan whispered softly.

    ...

    Duanchang Mountain, in an inexplicable space.

    The Blood Sea surged, Yin Spirits wailed, and a thousand-foot Blood-colored Battle Halberd spanned the void, glowing as it violently trembled, causing the endless Blood Sea beneath it to churn tumultuously.

    Buzz!

    The halberd buzzed loudly and continuously, as if it were crying, as if it were summoning someone, causing the surrounding heaven and earth to rage uncontrollably, forcing all beings from all directions to hide.

    Swoosh!

    A shadow crossed the vast sky and appeared beside the Blood-colored Battle Halberd, failing to calm its turmoil.

    “Sigh!”

    A low sigh sounded from the shadow, as he silently observed the Blood-colored Battle Halberd for several moments before finally speaking, “Do you miss him?”

    “But he has truly departed, though I believe it shouldn’t be long before he returns.

    Please believe me,” the shadow spoke deeply.

    Boom!

    As Nine Heavens Thunder exploded, and as if the stars themselves shattered, the thousand-foot Blood Spear violently trembled.

    Its huge body radiated a heaven-reaching blood light, seemingly wanting to leave this space to find its master.

    “You’ve gone mad, haven’t you?”

    Witnessing such a spectacle, the phantom roared in astonishment, yet the color of dread in its eyes grew even denser.

    “If you go looking for him, it will surely lead to a great calamity.

    You need to believe me, he will definitely return,” the phantom’s voice trembled as it continuously soothed the deadly weapon before it.

    As the phantom explained the grave consequences, the Blood-colored Battle Halberd gradually calmed down until it no longer had any momentum and lay horizontally across the sky above the Blood Sea.

    The phantom suddenly turned around, seemingly attempting to look through the blood-colored gate toward the direction where Ye Xuan was, its aura fluctuating violently.

    “Ye Xuan!

    You bastard, if you don’t come back, I won’t be able to control the Heavenly Punishment Halberd any longer!” the phantom roared inwardly.

    “Ling’er, who is summoning you?

    What are you talking about?” Ye Ling’er asked curiously.

    Ye Xuan snapped out of his thoughts, his eyes slightly complex as he seriously looked at Ye Ling’er and said, “Ling’er, if one day I’m gone, you must take good care of mother.”

    As Ye Xuan’s voice fell, both Mother Ye and Ye Ling’er were shocked, with Ye Ling’er anxiously saying, “Brother, what’s wrong with you?

    Why would you say that?”

    “Yes, Xuan, is there something troubling you?” Mother Ye asked worriedly.

    Looking at his mother and younger sister’s anxious expressions, Ye Xuan forced a smile and said, “It’s nothing.

    Perhaps I’m just overthinking.”

    The night had deepened.

    Ye Xuan, claiming he was sleepy, returned to his room first, leaving Mother Ye and Ye Ling’er full of doubts, unsure of what could have happened to him.

    Inside the room.

    Ye Xuan’s brow furrowed slightly as he gazed in the direction of Duanchang Mountain and let out a light sigh.

    After shaking his head, he sat cross-legged on the bed and entered into cultivation.

    Meanwhile, at the Beichuan Gang.

    Wu Jun sat squarely in the center, iron balls continuously rolling in his palm, his expression somewhat sinister until he suddenly squeezed his palm, and the iron balls turned into a pile of iron dust.

    “Hmph, I haven’t even sought him out, and he has already come knocking,” Wu Jun muttered coldly.

    “Boss, according to the surveillance footage, this person entered and exited the bar twice, he must undoubtedly be the one who killed Black Tiger,” one of the gang members confirmed.

    “Boss, you asked us to investigate this person’s background, and we have already figured it out,” a black-clad strong man hurried into the Beichuan Gang, directly handing over some documents to Wu Jun.

    Wu Jun casually took the documents, and after several minutes, his face showed a trace of astonishment.

    “Ye Xuan?

    A late-stage leukemia patient?

    Disappeared for four years and yet reappeared without dying?” Wu Jun murmured.

    “Exactly, as per your instructions, we have taken Xia Qiu into custody, and it is from her that we got this news, and also from the records at Jiangnan Hospital,” the black-clad strong man said.

    Listening to his subordinate’s report, Wu Jun tapped the desk continuously, his eyes narrowing until after a few moments he said, “Did you find out where he has been these four years, what all has he done?”

    “No, not a single clue.

    This man disappeared four years ago and seemed to have evaporated from the human world.”

    The black-clad strong man’s voice paused briefly before continuing, “Although we haven’t found out where he’s been these four years, we did find out he has an elderly mother and a younger sister at home.

    The reason he entered the bar and killed our gang member is very likely because of his sister.”

    “Good, you’ve done well.

    You may leave now.”

    As Wu Jun’s voice fell, the black-clad strong man’s mind relaxed, and he hurriedly excused himself and left, clearly feeling the intense pressure from Wu Jun.

    “Bai Hu, go send him an invitation, say that I invite him to the Moon Viewing Tower for a gathering three days from now at six in the evening,” Wu Jun pondered for a moment and then ordered, also letting a stern-faced young man accept the order and leave.