The Legendary Son-in-law of the Emperor
Chapter 741 - 738: Wish of the Sword Tomb

Chapter 741: Chapter 738: Wish of the Sword Tomb

"Many thanks, young friend, for lifting the scourge from our Sword Tomb."

At that moment, an elderly voice rose, followed promptly by the appearance of a burly old man with frosty temples and a vibrant Essence Qi Spirit, who clasped his hands in greeting to Ye Xuan.

"Eh?"

Seeing the burly elder materialize, everyone was taken aback.

"Elder He?!"

The Taiji Sword Master and the others were astonished and hurried to pay their respects: "We pay homage to Elder He."

The fourth generation Sect Leader, along with Chu Jiangqiu, Elder Liu, and the others, also made their salutations to the burly elder.

Within the Sword Tomb, there were many old monsters in slumber.

The one of the highest generation had naturally been Elder Ji, the very one Ye Xuan had just slain with his River Soldier.

This Elder Ji was also the mightiest figure in the Sword Tomb to all appearances.

But in truth, he was far from the mightiest; his position of seniority was the only reason he wasn’t outshone, as many of the ancient beings in the Sword Tomb had their own independent ways, and hence, had not shown themselves much.

That had led Elder Ji himself to believe he was the most formidable figure within the Sword Tomb.

In fact, the Elder He before them now was a much more powerful being than Elder Ji.

However, according to the legends of the Sword Tomb, this Elder He had passed away many years ago, so no one expected him to still be alive!

"You have long wished to eliminate this man, haven’t you?" Ye Xuan glanced slyly at the old man, speaking in an unhurried manner.

When his Emperor Soul was searching for Elder Ji, it had also detected many ancient monsters in the Sword Tomb.

These sly old fellows, they all just watched and waited, not making a move.

It seemed they also wanted to witness the power of the River Soldier.

Now that Elder Ji had been killed, this burly old man immediately showed up.

Without any deviousness involved—who would believe that?

Even Wu Yue and the others had come to realize quite a few things.

"The rest of you, please step back," the burly old man said, waving his hands at the Taiji Sword Master and the others: "I have matters to discuss with young friend Ye."

"Yes, Elder He," the crowd responded, respectfully withdrawing.

They also harbored concerns; surely Elder He wouldn’t trouble Ye Xuan, desiring the River Soldier himself...

Yet the likelihood was minuscule—they understood that Elder He was not Elder Ji and that his conduct was largely different.

At the very least, Elder He had lived a life of openness and integrity; he would never stoop to such repugnant acts.

Soon, the crowd dispersed.

The burly elder looked up at Qiao Xinyu, who remained at the side, and gave Ye Xuan an awkward smile: "Does young friend lack faith in this old man?"

Ye Xuan shot a sidelong glance at the elder, saying calmly: "Xinyu, stand down for now."

"Yes, my lord," Qiao Xinyu answered respectfully, vanishing from sight in a flash.

That scene caused the elder’s eyelids to twitch uncontrollably.

Knowing Qiao Xinyu’s identity made his heart far less calm than he appeared on the surface.

"You may speak now," Ye Xuan said, resting the River Soldier on his shoulder and speaking evenly.

"I am He Ziming, and on behalf of the entire Sword Tomb, I extend our gratitude to you, young Master Ye," the old man said solemnly.

Ye Xuan looked at the self-introduced elder slantwise and said slowly, "Merely killing an old scoundrel who besmirched the Sword Tomb’s internal affairs and sought undeserved fame does not warrant such gratitude from you, I presume."

He Ziming heard this and shook his head with a wry smile: "Young Master Ye, since you have acquired the River Soldier, you must understand the Sword Tomb quite well. The principle of seniority is inviolable, which is why we could not restrain Elder Ji’s actions."

Ye Xuan was somewhat curious: "To you, that man was always your senior, and at most, he was a little vile. Surely that isn’t enough for you to be unable to tolerate him?"

"I killed him, and that’s on me, but that’s because he harbored evil thoughts towards the River Soldier."

Ye Xuan added the latter.

Hiding his wry smile, He Ziming revealed a hint of chill: "If only it were so simple. In reality, that man took advantage of his status to afflict numerous young women within our Sword Tomb, which is why we all chose to stand by when you executed him."

"Backward..." Ye Xuan shook his head slightly: "Earlier, I praised your sect’s mode of action before others, but I never imagined your internal affairs had already become so corrupt."

Ye Xuan’s expression turned abruptly frosty as he glared at He Ziming and said coldly:

"What was your ancestor Huang Chunqiu’s original purpose for establishing the Sword Tomb?"

"I’ll tell you."

"The Sword Tomb was originally founded to unsheathe the sword for the injustices against the Human Clan, to draw the blade against the world’s inequities, striving for millennia of peace for humanity!"

"If you can’t even dare to kill when corruption arises within, what kind of sword are you cultivating as a Sword Cultivator?"

"If I hadn’t come for the River Soldier today, what would you have done?"

Ye Xuan’s eyes were as sharp as knives, focused on He Ziming.

In its early years, the Sword Tomb had been established with such high-spiritedness.

The Sword Tomb’s blade could break, but not its backbone.

In his youth, Huang Chunqiu, armed with the River Soldier, traversed the rivers and lakes, cutting down injustice wherever he found it—how delightful that was, how filled with righteous Qi.

He was the Human Clan’s first Great Emperor and also the first Sword Emperor, creating an unparalleled splendor for the Human Clan.

The Sword Tomb had always been celebrated by the Human Clan as the foremost Sacred Land of Sword Dao.

Its weight in history was substantial!

If Huang Chunqiu knew that the Sword Tomb he had founded had decayed to such an extent internally, what would he feel?

To tell the truth, Ye Xuan was feeling somewhat murderous.

He Ziming was made speechless by Ye Xuan’s words and hung his head in silence, because he knew what Ye Xuan said was true.

From the very beginning when one entered the Sword Tomb, they would firmly keep in mind these three iron rules!

However, they had handled the matter of Ancestor Ji extremely poorly.

So poorly that it was unbearable to witness.

He pondered and then said, "Young Master Ye’s criticism is valid. It is we who have become ossified."

"From today onwards, let the Sword Tomb open the mountain," Ye Xuan said impatiently, waving his hand.

"To open the mountain today?" He Ziming was astonished.

Ye Xuan glanced at He Ziming and said coldly, "Do you intend to let the Sword Tomb keep declining? Look at the way you old fools are behaving; you’ve lost all vigor. Is this even the Sword Tomb anymore?"

It was rare to see Ye Xuan curse like this.

Was this not a sign of his disappointment in the Sword Tomb?

Upon hearing this, He Ziming pondered for a moment and then said, "Very well, as per Young Master Ye’s words, we will open the mountain today!"

"Then, for the Sword Tomb’s First Sword, does Young Master Ye have any good suggestions?"

He Ziming looked toward Ye Xuan, sincerely asking.

In history, the Sword Tomb had also experienced periods of seclusion.

And when it was time to open the mountain, the Sword Tomb would often present the First Sword, announcing its return.

Normally, the matter of the Sword Tomb’s First Sword would be decided after consultation among the higher echelons of the Sword Tomb.

But now, He Ziming was asking Ye Xuan.

This had already crossed some invisible line.

Ye Xuan looked at He Ziming and spoke slowly, "To say you’re ossified, you still manage to see quite a lot..."

He Ziming did not feel embarrassed, instead he laughed, "After all, the decision to open the mountain also comes from Young Master Ye."

Neither of them spelled it out, but both knew what was left unsaid.

He Ziming knew that Ye Xuan’s identity was terrifying. Even if he didn’t know that Ye Xuan was the Undying Night Emperor, he was aware that Ye Xuan’s identity within the Revenge Lineage was extremely fearsome.

And Ye Xuan, likewise, knew that He Ziming was aware his identity wasn’t simple, which is why he would say those things.

Currently, the only ones who knew his true identity were Qiao Xinyu and that oldest existence in the Immortal King Hall.

Besides them, no one else knew.

"Do you understand the current situation in the East Desolate?" Ye Xuan didn’t rush to talk about the First Sword, instead he asked.

"I am aware of the East Desolate Ten Dominators," said He Ziming.

"The First Sword, let it fall upon the Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect," Ye Xuan said slowly.

The Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect, one of the East Desolate Ten Dominators, was also renowned as a Great Emperor Immortal Sect with the potential to vie for the position of the first among the East Desolate Ten Dominators, with ancient heritage and profound depth.

"Good," He Ziming agreed without any hesitation, accepting it immediately.

He didn’t ask for any reasons.

"You shall go personally to execute a sword strike, slaying someone whom you deem should be slain," Ye Xuan instructed further.

"Good!" He Ziming nodded again.

"Go ahead," said Ye Xuan, waving his hand.

"Then, I shall leave for the mountains first," He Ziming said as he bowed.

The next moment, He Ziming disappeared from sight.

And with the disappearance of He Ziming, it meant that someone from the Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect was about to die.

As for who it was,

It was unclear.

But at the very least, it would be a figure of Ancestor rank.

Otherwise, it would not do justice to He Ziming’s action.

This person...

Was far stronger than that Ancestor Ji!

Ye Xuan looked up at the sky and murmured, "Sword Tomb, after all, has changed its flavor."

"Little Huang, I wonder if you would be disappointed?"

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