"But the royal family is immoral. In today's society, everyone is equal. This is the way to live. Your cultivation is hard-won, so please don't waste it on the royal family who are not worth it."
Every word Ye Xingchen spoke was sincere; he was advising the old man not to make any more pointless sacrifices for Na Yuanzhen.
Although he knew it was pointless to say these things, he couldn't help but say them anyway.
"Hehe, child, are you trying to teach me how to do things?" The old man couldn't help but laugh. He looked up at Ye Xingchen and said, "If so, there's no need for that."
"I'm not teaching you how to do things, I'm advising you." Ye Xingchen shook his head and sighed helplessly. "Besides, Na Yuanzhen is not a descendant of the Jin royal family. He wants to take over now, and he is the one you need to eliminate."
“You’ve got it wrong. I’m loyal to the Nalan clan, not the Jin clan.” The old man shook his head gently, then said slowly, “But now, it doesn’t matter whether it’s the Jin clan or the Nalan clan.”
"The important thing is that I have lived for a century, watching the people around me leave one by one, while I still have to live alone. This feeling is too painful."
Ye Xingchen stared at the old man and exclaimed, "Versailles, you've lived to be a hundred years old! Everyone around you has outlived you, and you're still suffering?"
Okay, if you're in pain, then go find somewhere to end it all yourself. What's the point of you blocking my way here?
"So you want me to end this suffering for you?"
Ye Xingchen slowly raised his head and stared at the old man.
"Hehe, yes, I want you to end my suffering for me. No one in this world is more suitable than you."
"This is really inappropriate of you," Ye Xingchen said helplessly. "You're practically treating me like a tool. I'm a Celestial Phenomenon Realm expert, after all. Is it appropriate for you to treat me like a tool?"
"I'm sorry, I really can't find anyone more suitable than you, and I've waited long enough." The old man slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with turbidity.
"I don't know how much longer I have to wait, so please think of a way to help me solve the problem I'm facing."
"I bet if we start fighting later, you won't hold back, right?" Ye Xingchen sighed.
“That’s right.” The old man smiled slightly, slowly stretching out his arms and lifting one palm upwards in the air: “When I compete with others, I never hold back.”
"Alright then." Ye Xingchen nodded gently. Now that things had come to this, he seemed to have no way to refuse. He made a grabbing motion in the air with his right hand, and with a soft hiss, Chi Xiao appeared in his palm.
As he grasped the sword pellet with his right hand, the pellet stretched continuously, eventually transforming into a white light. Holding the Crimson Sky Sword, he slowly raised his head.
"In that case, let me ask you for your expert advice."
"Please." The old man slowly raised his head and looked at Ye Xingchen, his eyes filled with a coldness.
His face was expressionless, devoid of joy or sorrow, as if he had seen through the illusions of the world and had no attachment to it whatsoever.
He didn't seem to feel much threat from Ye Xingchen's constantly gathering true energy.
"Sir, would you please go first?"
Ye Xingchen smiled slightly and looked at the old man, saying that his internal energy had reached its limit, and even the Crimson Sky sword in his hand trembled slightly as it sensed his fighting spirit.
The surrounding elements of heaven and earth kept gathering around him, and in mid-air, a dark cloud surged over, completely blocking out the sunlight.
"Hehe, there's no need for that. I am the elder." The old man smiled slightly and shook his head. "Since you are the elder, you should act like one. So you should make the first move. As the elder, I should give you a few moves."
"So, are you planning to let me have a few moves?" Ye Xingchen said without any politeness, "How about... a hundred moves?"
“That won’t do. Your strength isn’t much weaker than mine. If I give you a hundred moves, I’ll be no different from sitting and waiting to die.” The old man gently shook his head: “Three moves, no more.”
"Then let's forget it. Three moves, it's better not to give up at all." Ye Xingchen shook his head: "It's as if you're doing me a favor, there's no need for that."
“Well, when masters clash, the outcome is often decided in a single move or two. I’ve already given you three moves, which is quite generous of me.” The old man slowly shook his head and said, “In that case, let’s begin. You should go first, as you are the junior.”
"Alright, senior, before we make a move, I'd like to ask your name?" Ye Xingchen asked, raising his eyes.
"I am merely an old servant in the Nalan family. My ancestors were indebted to the Nalan clan, so for generations we have served the Nalan family." The old man shook his head and said, "I am just an ordinary old sweeper, nameless and without surname."
"Oh, that's really a bit pitiful. I was thinking of erecting a monument for you after you died, but it seems that it won't be necessary now."
Ye Xingchen was slightly taken aback. He was somewhat disappointed, but then he chuckled and said, "Since that's the case, then let's just forget about it. We can't erect a monument, but at least I had the intention. Don't you agree, old man?"
"Yes, you've put your heart into it." The old man wasn't angry. He smiled slightly and said, "Well then, the young master has been gone for quite some time, so there's no need for us to waste any more words. Mr. Ye, please make your move."
"The fact that you call me 'sir' shows that you value me highly." Ye Xingchen bowed slightly. "Then thank you very much. Let's... begin. I will send you off to the afterlife to fulfill your wish."
As Ye Xingchen finished speaking, his tone was filled with a hint of killing intent. Then, he made a gesture with his right hand, and the Crimson Sky Sword in his hand surged up, instantly filling the entire area of the villa with sharp sword energy.
He then leaped up, swept the Crimson Cloud sword in his hand forward horizontally, and then struck the old man with the sword.
After all, the old man's strength was extraordinary, so when Ye Xingchen made his move, he showed no mercy. He thrust his sword forward, and the sword energy crisscrossed, instantly condensing into six sword energies. Each sword energy went straight for the vital points, sealing off all of the old man's escape routes.
Although Ye Xingchen was ruthless, the old man remained calm and composed. He clasped his hands together and took a step back. Whoosh... The sword energy in Ye Xingchen's hand instantly dissipated, and each sword energy narrowly missed his body.
He then moved his palms up and down, heading towards Ye Xingchen. At the same time, his body suddenly split into three, each attacking Ye Xingchen from a different direction.
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