"Chief, what's wrong with you? What royal seal..."

Seeing Ye Wuhen's frown, everyone's heart trembled, and an ominous premonition came to their mind.

Looking up at the elders, Ye Wuhen looked at the information in the envelope carefully without hesitation.

"How can there be such a coincidence in the world?"

Touching the tear marks on his forehead, Ye Wuhen felt very confused.

This royal seal is the royal seal inherited from the ancient Ye clan. It is the symbol of the Ye clan members, a representation of their identity, and a mark.

Apart from the Ye clan, no one else in the world should possess this royal seal.

However, as described in Ye Qingxuan's envelope, a remarkable figure suddenly appeared in the Butian Holy Land.

Moreover, there was a mark on his forehead that was exactly the same as the royal seal of the Ye clan.

This couldn't help but make Ye Wuhen fall into confusion.

After a pause, he said, "Are there any other descendants of my clan who are practicing in the Bu Tian Holy Land?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the elders fell into deep thought.

After a long thought, an old man in a black robe said, "Chief, if I remember correctly, there is a son in the Jianzhong lineage named Ye Feng, who seems to be practicing on the sacred mountain."

"This man is a few years older than you. He is gifted and a well-deserved favored child of heaven. After the turmoil that year, he was secretly sent to the sacred mountain by his father. There has been no news since then, and we don't know whether he is dead or alive."

"Oh? Ye Feng?"

Hearing this, Ye Wuhen's expression finally eased a little.

In terms of age, this person fits Ye Qingxuan's description very well. However, according to his letter, the person's name is Ye Qiu, not Ye Feng.

After thinking for a moment, Ye Wuhen suddenly felt relieved.

Feng! It means autumn. Maybe he wanted to keep his identity secret and develop in secret, so he changed his name to avoid attracting other people's attention?

Thinking of this, Ye Wuhen felt a sudden chill in his heart, and murderous intent instantly spread throughout the entire hall, chilling to the bone.

Although he is the current patriarch of the Ye clan, there are still many ambitious people in the clan who are unwilling to submit to him. They submit on the surface, but are actually waiting for the opportunity to overthrow him.

Among them, the leader is the one who rules the Sword Tomb lineage, and he is his old rival.

Don't be fooled by the Ye clan's seemingly glorious and huge appearance. In fact, they are full of murderous intentions and are not as united as they appear.

Because this family has been passed down for thousands of years and is really too huge.

There are various bloodlines, which are complicated and each one is arrogant. Everyone wants to be the direct descendant and restore the reputation of their lineage.

Therefore, as long as this family exists, the dispute will not end.

Ye Wuhen understood this truth deeply.

Not to mention the collateral clansmen, even brothers who were once as close as blood would draw their swords against each other for the fight for the orthodoxy of the direct line.

Human desires are uncontrollable, and power is a weapon that can kill people.

Now, when Ye Wuhen saw this letter from Ye Qingxuan, a sense of crisis suddenly surged in his heart.

"Haha, that's interesting!"

"Ye Qiu? Calculating their ages, he is the same age as my eldest son. It's a pity...his background has doomed him to a short life."

With a sneer on his face, Ye Wuhen had already decided to kill him. The hatred and anger in his eyes had been pent up in his heart for years.

The sword tomb lineage made him pay a huge price during the turmoil that year.

He has always remembered this grudge.

As Ye Qingxuan said in the letter, Ye Qiu has already become the Son of God of Bu Tian. He has immense power and celestial appearance. He is second only to the first person in Bu Tian Holy Land and above everyone else.

If it is confirmed that he is the descendant of the Jianzhong lineage, then this person must not be kept.

There was no way Ye Wuhen would allow a hidden danger that could threaten his position to grow safely.

"go……"

Having made up his mind, Ye Wuhen took drastic measures and returned to his seat. With the attitude of a superior, he ordered: "Send someone to investigate. Find out for me where this person came from."

"Yes, sir!"

As soon as the order was given, the elders immediately took orders and left the hall, sending hundreds of strong men to the Butian Holy Land to investigate Ye Qiu's background.

The remaining elders were worried and said, "Clan leader, the man mentioned in the letter is the Son of the God of Repairing the Sky, and he is quite loved by Senior Meng."

"If he is really the direct descendant of the Sword Tomb lineage, what should we do?"

As soon as this question came up, it immediately caused concern among the others.

yes!

They know who Meng Tianzheng is better than anyone else, and Ye Wuhen knows it even better.

Who would dare to touch the disciple he valued? It seemed that no one in the nine heavens and ten earths dared to violate this taboo for the time being?

When this question was raised, everyone started to worry for a moment, and Ye Wuhen also frowned.

He was very clear that Meng Tian was the supreme existence in the entire nine heavens and ten earths. If the other party really wanted to protect Ye Qiu, he really didn't dare to move.

But on second thought, if we allow such a huge threat to exist, it would be tantamount to seeking our own death.

He was conflicted for a moment, and the most urgent task now was to find out Ye Qiu's background.

After a while, Ye Wuhen seemed to have found a solution, and then said: "Well...what you said makes some sense."

"The other party's identity as the Son of the God of Repairing the Sky is indeed a trouble, but..."

Having said this, Ye Wuhen smiled slightly, revealing a smile full of murderous intent.

"There is no shortage of geniuses in this world. The one who laughs last is the real king."

"I have great confidence in my son. As long as he can drive this man off the altar, then, haha..."

This smile was full of murderous intent, and everyone's heart trembled when they heard it, and they were afraid from the bottom of their hearts.

After pondering Ye Wuhen's words, he suddenly understood something and smiled in a similar way.

The reason why Ye Qiu is safe and sound now and no one dares to touch him is precisely because of his lofty position as the Son of God.

However, he, the Son of God, is not unshakable.

If one day someone defeats him and takes his place, then... all his reliance will vanish into thin air.

By then, Ye Wuhen might not even need to take action himself, as his enemies would naturally take action against him.

Without the towering tree of Meng Tianzheng, the chances of surviving in this complex and intricate world dominated by aristocratic families are very slim.

"It just so happens that my son has now broken the record of the Ten Heavenly Palaces and successfully entered the realm of the Heavenly Venerable."

“Such talent is unparalleled in the world, and only the Saint Maiden of the Sky Repairing Sect can be compared to her.

I believe that he will be able to defeat Ye Qiu and successfully take the throne of the Son of God."

Having said this, Ye Wuhen became more and more confident.

He firmly believed that a good father would have a good son, and he could fight his way out of the turbulent and complicated family chaos.

His son can also become a dragon among men, a person admired by everyone.

He has 100% confidence in Ye Qingxuan.