Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

The black-robed elder gazed at Ye Wushuang and asked, "Kid, you’re a decisive one. Why didn’t you just force yourself on her and make it a done deal?"

’Take her by force?’

Caught off guard by the black-robed elder’s sharp question, even the prepared Ye Wushuang failed to react in time. His face flushed red, realizing the old man must have seen what happened earlier.

Seeing Ye Wushuang’s expression, the black-robed elder quickly added, "Don’t worry, kid. I definitely wasn’t watching what you two were doing!"

At this, even Mengyun Wulei flushed crimson all the way to her neck. She couldn’t believe the elder would say something so indecent!

Her gaze flickered, and she found herself secretly glancing at Ye Wushuang’s expression, not realizing how strange her own actions were.

She even forgot she was a cold-blooded assassin, now showing a young woman’s bashfulness!

Ye Wushuang didn’t notice her reaction; his eyes were fixed on the black-robed elder.

He found himself unable to figure out this black-robed elder who had appeared so suddenly. The man gave him an incredibly strange feeling.

Most importantly, Ye Wushuang didn’t sense the slightest hint of danger from him. It was as if he were facing one of his own elders.

Slaying Monarch!

Muttering these two words and connecting them with his recent experiences, Ye Wushuang vaguely began to confirm some of his suspicions.

He did his best to control his emotions, looked up, and asked, "Senior Slaying Monarch, what is your relationship with the Blood Feather Tower?"

"Blood Feather Tower?"

Hearing the name, the Slaying Monarch Ancestor’s brow furrowed. He looked genuinely confused.

Looking at the Slaying Monarch Ancestor’s baffled expression, Ye Wushuang wondered, ’Could my guess be wrong?’

Initially, the news about this Nirvana Cave Mansion had been released by the Blood Feather Tower, so Ye Wushuang had assumed they were the first to discover it.

But then, a series of strange actions from the Blood Feather Tower Master made Ye Wushuang’s conviction waver. He began to feel there was more to this cave mansion than met the eye.

Later, inside the cave mansion, Ye Wushuang had encountered assassins shrouded in shadow whose techniques were remarkably similar to those of the Blood Feather Tower. At first, he’d thought it was a trap set by the Tower, but he soon dismissed that idea.

Upon entering the stone chamber, the shadow assassins had indeed posed a lethal threat.

However...

As time went on, Ye Wushuang made a strange discovery: the killing intent had faded. It felt less like an assassination attempt and more like a trial, meant to sharpen both him and Mengyun Wulei.

Because of this discovery, Ye Wushuang had guessed that the Mansion Master must have some connection to the Blood Feather Tower.

But the Slaying Monarch Ancestor’s confused expression now made Ye Wushuang doubt his own theory. Perhaps he was wrong.

"I don’t know about this Blood Feather Tower you mention, but..."

The Slaying Monarch Ancestor turned to look at Mengyun Wulei and suddenly said, "This girl, however, is my descendant. My blood flows in her veins."

Hearing this, Mengyun Wulei was stunned.

The Slaying Monarch Ancestor asked with a smile, "Is your ancestral surname Chenn, and your compound surname Mengyun?"

"Senior, you are..."

Mengyun Wulei’s heart trembled.

’Regarding her ancestral surname... besides her and her father, Mengyun Pojun, no one else knew. How could this old man possibly know?’

"I am Chenn Qingchen, also known as Mengyun Qingchen!"

The black-robed elder stated calmly.

"Ancestor!"

Upon hearing this, Mengyun Wulei didn’t hesitate and immediately knelt.

She was all too familiar with the name Chenn Qingchen. It was a name that had been with her throughout her entire upbringing.

Chenn Qingchen, the original ancestor of the Chenn Family, was famous in a distant era for his Assassination Technique. With his Nirvana Realm Cultivation, he had once assassinated a being revered by all—a Saint!

From then on, he was known as the peerless Slaying Monarch, an unrivaled figure revered by the Chenn Family!

"Rise."

Mengyun Qingchen gave a benevolent smile as an unseen force gently lifted Mengyun Wulei to her feet.

"I never thought I would live to see my own descendants. It seems the God of Destiny has been kind to me."

Mengyun Qingchen started laughing. "Not bad, not bad. My Saint-Piercing Technique finally has an inheritor."

"The Saint-Piercing Technique!"

Mengyun Wulei’s heart leaped with joy. The Saint-Piercing Technique was the supreme Secret Technique of assassination, a Holy Secret Level art whose line of inheritance had long been broken.

This had always been a source of great regret for the Mengyun Family.

But now, Ancestor Qingchen was going to pass it to her. If she obtained the Saint-Piercing Technique, her skill in the art of assassination would be completely transformed.

"Thank you for your grace, Ancestor!"

Mengyun Wulei gazed at Mengyun Qingchen, her face full of joy.

"Don’t thank me yet. To obtain the Saint-Piercing Technique, you must first do one thing," Mengyun Qingchen said calmly.

"Please tell me, Ancestor!" Mengyun Wulei said.

"It’s simple. Kill him, and the Saint-Piercing Technique will be yours, and yours alone," Mengyun Qingchen said calmly, gesturing toward Ye Wushuang.

Hearing this, Ye Wushuang’s expression darkened instantly. The Thunder Tribulation Talisman in his possession flared to life as he poured power into it, ready to unleash it and annihilate the Slaying Monarch Ancestor in an instant.

But the Slaying Monarch Ancestor’s expression didn’t change in the slightest. His gaze remained fixed on Mengyun Wulei.

Mengyun Wulei, on the other hand, was looking at Ye Wushuang, her expression peculiar. She had always been clamoring to kill Ye Wushuang, this lecher.

Yet now, in this moment, she had no desire to do so. In fact, she felt a strong aversion to the idea.

’What’s wrong with me?’

’This hateful lecher has tormented me time and again, and just moments ago he almost... Why can’t I bring myself to hate him?’

’Isn’t he detestable?’

Mengyun Wulei questioned herself, then raised her head. After a brief silence, she asked, "Ancestor, can we let him go?"

"Let him go? Don’t you hate him? You hate him for tormenting you, you wish you could kill him. You are my descendant, so of course I will help you. He cannot escape this place,"

the Slaying Monarch Ancestor said.

"I..." A look of conflict appeared on Mengyun Wulei’s icy face. "I... I don’t hate him anymore."

Mengyun Wulei herself didn’t know how she had managed to say those words.

Those words, however, made Ye Wushuang frown. ’Mengyun Wulei... doesn’t hate him!’

"Don’t hate him? How is that possible? He’s tormented you so, yet you don’t hate him? Could it be that you’ve fallen for him?" the Slaying Monarch Ancestor’s eyes narrowed as he spoke.

"N-no!"

Hearing this, Mengyun Wulei immediately stammered out a denial.

"No?" The Slaying Monarch Ancestor sighed. "I thought you liked him, so I was prepared to let him go. But if you don’t, then killing him shouldn’t be a problem, right?"

As he spoke, the Slaying Monarch Ancestor’s eyes sharpened. A terrifying killing intent erupted from him, flooding the palace and seemingly coating every surface in a layer of frost.

And yet...

For some reason, Ye Wushuang couldn’t feel any of that killing intent directed at him. He had no idea what the Slaying Monarch Ancestor was planning.

"Wait, I... I like him."

Seeing the Slaying Monarch Ancestor’s surging killing intent, Mengyun Wulei grew surprisingly flustered. After blurting out the words, she subconsciously glanced back at Ye Wushuang’s expression.

When she saw Ye Wushuang looking back at her, stunned, she quickly averted her gaze.

"Hahaha!" Suddenly, the Slaying Monarch Ancestor burst out laughing. "Kid, did you hear that loud and clear? She likes you."

Mengyun Wulei was dumbfounded. She couldn’t understand the Slaying Monarch Ancestor’s intentions. ’Is he really setting up his own descendant like this?’

"Not bad, not bad. A good match!"

"This is the only way you can receive my inheritance!"

"Come with me!"

The Slaying Monarch Ancestor appraised the two of them, the sharp look on his face replaced entirely by a smile. With a call, he turned and walked ahead.

The two left behind were utterly bewildered, especially Ye Wushuang. He had thought the Slaying Monarch Ancestor would try to possess his body, but that didn’t seem to be the case at all. Instead, it was as if he were playing matchmaker.

"What I said just now... it was just a ploy. I have every reason to hate you, so how could I possibly like you? Don’t take it seriously," Mengyun Wulei explained, looking at Ye Wushuang.

She then hurried to follow. But after a few steps, she stopped, turned her head again, and repeated, "What I... what I said, you understand, right? You absolutely can’t take it seriously."