"I have a question for you." Ye Xingchen stepped forward: "As long as you answer truthfully, I will give you a quick death."
Yu Guanzhong trembled all over. He stared at Ye Xingchen with resentment, but in the end, he nodded.
"Where did you get the recipe for the fetal wine?" Ye Xingchen asked.
“It was… taken from… a woman.” Yu Guanzhong closed his eyes.
"A woman? What's her name?" Ye Xingchen frowned slightly, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart.
“She…had no name, dressed all in black, and was as thin as a rake,” Yu Guanzhong said. “She was full of murderous aura. She…left behind only this formula.”
"Where did she come from, and where did she go?" Ye Xingchen stared at Yu Guanzhong.
“I don’t know. I only know that she had a string of Buddhist prayer beads in her hand. These prayer beads… came from an ancient temple north of Jiyang. The temple’s name is… Qianshui.” Yu Guanzhong shook his head.
"Qianshui Temple?" Ye Xingchen frowned even more. He had a feeling that Qianshui Temple was related to Dawuxiang Temple.
Fetal wine, Qianshui Temple, and from this method, he vaguely saw the methods of an old enemy, but this old enemy should have died long ago.
"That's all I know. Send me on my way." Yu Guanzhong struggled to his feet. "I am, after all, a powerful expert at the Celestial Phenomenon Realm. Heh... I shouldn't die in such an humiliating way."
"Fine, I'll give you your last bit of dignity." Ye Xingchen grabbed with his right hand, and Chixiao appeared in his hand. This small copper ball spun rapidly, and then burst out with a sword light.
With a casual wave of his right hand, a sword light suddenly magnified, flashing coldly as the white sword light swept past Yu Guanzhong's neck.
Yu Guanzhong staggered backward, then fell to his knees with a thud. A line of blood appeared on his neck, and then his head slowly drooped, his life quietly fading away.
Ye Xingchen sighed. Reaching the Celestial Phenomenon Realm meant he was already a powerful figure in the martial arts world.
Unless he encounters a master of the same level, he can disregard the rules of this world.
However, this world is ultimately governed by cause and effect; the more evil one does, the more evil one will receive in the end.
What good are the strong in this world? In the laws of this world, they are still just ants.
He suddenly remembered a quote from Yu Guanzhong: "One day, you will sow countless seeds of cause and effect, and one day, you will also encounter those causes and effects."
If that day really comes, how should I deal with it?
After Yu Guanzhong died, the infant spirits in mid-air could no longer restrain themselves. They swarmed up and frantically devoured Yu Guanzhong's corpse. After a short while, only a skeleton remained at the scene.
The infant spirits, having lost their target, flew through the sky, crying and wailing in confusion and helplessness, seemingly unaware of where they were or where they were going.
Ye Xingchen reached out and collected all the infant spirits. He then turned to Wu Wei and asked him to send these children, who had never had the chance to see this world, back into the cycle of reincarnation.
After losing Yu Guanzhong, the Yu family was like a pile of loose sand. Clan members and disciples scattered like birds and beasts in an instant, not even daring to look back.
Chang Wentong brought his men here to clean up the mess. The Chang family had taken over the northern part of the city, and from then on, there was no one in Black City who could challenge the Chang family.
Ye Xingchen and Liu Qingmei left the Yu family together. On the way, he sat in the car with a lonely expression, as if he was thinking about something.
"Are you... something on your mind?" Liu Qingmei asked Ye Xingchen tentatively, sensing that something seemed off about his expression.
"No, I've been wondering what this Qianshui Temple is, and who the woman Yu Guanzhong mentioned is?" Ye Xingchen said with a smile.
"Do you think that woman has anything to do with you?" Liu Qingmei asked.
"It's related, including that mysterious Thousand Water Temple, which should also be somewhat related to what I'm going to do on this trip." Ye Xingchen nodded slightly.
"What did you figure out?" Liu Qingmei asked, puzzled.
In her eyes, Ye Xingchen was an absolute powerhouse, but she never expected that this powerhouse would also have worries.
"The woman who provided the fetal wine felt like a member of my family," Ye Xingchen said.
"Is he/she your friend?" Liu Qingmei asked.
"No, mortal enemies, the kind that fight to the death. Her family and my family have always been enemies. I crippled her brother and killed her father. It's a feud that spans generations." Ye Xingchen shook his head.
He slowly raised his head, his expression somewhat complicated: "And the evil magic she cultivates is the Ghost Mother Technique, which uses her own blood and essence to refine the fetus in her womb, making it her own ghost child, and at the same time, her own magic weapon."
"The Nine-Child Demon Mother?" Liu Qingmei was taken aback.
“Yes, the Nine-Child Ghost Mother, and her talent is extremely high, as if she was born for this technique.” Ye Xingchen nodded gently and said, “Her name is Chen Roujin, and she should have been dead before.”
"You're worried that the woman who provided the fetal wine is Chen Roujin?" Liu Qingmei finally understood.
“That’s right, this woman is really persistent.” Ye Xingchen said speechlessly, “Moreover, this woman is extremely vicious. Once she gets on your side, she will fight you to the death.”
"I want you to find out what Qianshui Temple is. I've lived in these three provinces for so many years and I've never heard of a place called Qianshui Temple before," Liu Qingmei pondered.
“Okay, but ordinary people definitely haven’t heard of this place. It’s related to the imperial tombs of the previous dynasty.” Ye Xingchen paused here, then smiled and said, “Alright, let’s not talk about this anymore. Let’s take it one step at a time.”
Liu Qingmei stared intently at Ye Xingchen, making Ye Xingchen feel a little embarrassed: "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"No, I always thought that there was nothing a strong person like you couldn't solve," Liu Qingmei said, shaking her head.
"It can solve most problems, but not all problems," Ye Xingchen said with a smile. "This world will never let you have it so easy."
“Ye Xingchen…” Liu Qingmei lowered her head, organizing her thoughts.
"Hmm? What's wrong?" Ye Xingchen turned his head and asked.
"Do you believe in fate?" Liu Qingmei raised her head, her watery eyes meeting Ye Xingchen's.
"I believe it, but I don't." Ye Xingchen thought about her question seriously.
"What do you mean? To believe is to believe, and not to believe is not to believe." Liu Qingmei asked curiously, "What does 'believing and not believing' mean?"
"Haha, fate is a mysterious thing." Ye Xingchen laughed and said leisurely, "In fact, many things in this world are predetermined from the very beginning."
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