Clan Cultivation: The Ye Clan

Ye Zhenzhen sincerely gave Ye Anyuan a thumbs up. Third Uncle, you've arrived just in time!

Before Ye Zhendong could stand up, he quickly walked to the door and welcomed Ye Anyuan in.

Ye Anyuan was a little puzzled when he saw that it was Ye Zhenzhen who opened the door, but he didn't think much of it and stepped inside.

Seeing Ye Anbo and He Ruonan there, he said with a smile, "You guys are here too. Well, Uncle Wu will probably have made a wasted trip."

Ye Anbo glanced at Ye Anyuan. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

Ye Anyuan found an empty seat and said directly, "The city gates are open, and the teleportation array is activated."

The people in the room were excited when they heard this. Could they finally leave?

Seeing the joy on their faces, Ye Anyuan hesitated, unsure how to continue speaking.

Ye Anbo remained calm and looked at Ye Anyuan, "What are your conditions?"

Upon hearing this, the expressions on the faces of the others froze instantly, and they all looked at Ye Anyuan.

Ye Anyuan, suddenly under the gaze of so many people, organized his thoughts and said, "It is said that the Ten Thousand Swords Sect sent a formation expert this time. I don't know if he repaired the formation or used other methods, but he placed a mirror at several points where one could escape."

Ye Anyuan paused for a moment, then continued, "It is said that anyone who has been to the secret realm will be reflected in the mirror."

The people in the room fell into deep thought upon hearing this.

Upon hearing this, Ye Zhenzhen rested her chin on her right hand, pondering to herself. What was this talk of repairing the formation? It was simply impossible. The control array plate was in her hands, and it contained the blood information of everyone who had entered the secret realm. Unless the information was re-entered, the only way to make the formation work again was to retrieve the array plate.

It seems the problem lies with the mirror at the city gate; we need to investigate this magical mirror.

Thinking this to herself, Ye Zhenzhen suggested, "Uncle, let's go to the city gate and examine this mirror."

Ye Anbo didn't nod, but instead asked her, "Are you sure there's no problem with the formation?"

Ye Zhenzhen nodded affirmatively.

Seeing Ye Zhenzhen's confident gesture, Ye Anbo felt relieved.

Having formed a guess in his mind, he made arrangements for the others.

"It seems we need to investigate the mirrors at the city gate, but now is not the time."

Ye Anbo looked at Ye Anyuan, "Anyuan, go to the East Gate, you're like this..."

"Ruonan, go to the west gate."

"Dong'er, go to the south gate."

"I'm going to the North Gate."

Ye Zhenzhen looked at Ye Anbo with dissatisfaction, blinking frantically to hint, "What about me? What about me? What about me? My eyes are practically cramping, can't you see me?"

Ye Anbo said one last thing, "Zhen'er, just stay here. Your fifth uncle will come and watch over you in a little while."

Ye Zhenzhen immediately wilted and looked at Ye Anbo pleadingly, "Uncle, such a big thing, wouldn't it be inappropriate without me?"

Ye Anbo looked at Ye Zhenzhen, then gestured towards He Ruonan with his lip, as if to say, "Do you need me to tell your father all the important things you've done recently?"

Ye Zhenzhen silently lowered her head, glancing at Ye Anbo every now and then with resentment, thinking, "You're ruthless."

Ye Anbo, relieved that he had suppressed Ye Zhenzhen, said to the others, "Let's go, everyone be careful."

"Yes"

After he finished speaking, the others filed out, while Ye Zhenzhen stood at the door, eagerly waiting.

They closed the door only after everyone was out of sight.

Feeling unhappy, I opened the door again, went out, and closed it again.

I walked to the lobby on the first floor, found an inconspicuous spot, ordered several spiritual dishes, and ate slowly while listening to the others gossip.

"Have you heard? The city gates have opened?"

"The city gates have finally opened. They said they would be closed for three days, but it's been almost half a month now."

"No way, it's only been 10 days."

"Okay, okay, you're right, but that's not important."

"Then tell me what's important?"

"Of course, it's the mirror at the entrance where people are checked."

At this point, the hall quieted down considerably as everyone listened intently to what the group was saying.

Seeing that so many people were listening to him, the man suddenly started to act arrogantly.

Ye Zhenzhen didn't stand on ceremony at all and called out to the waiter, "Waiter, bring a pot of your Hundred Flowers Wine to the fellow Daoists at that table. Consider it my treat."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the hall turned to look at Ye Zhenzhen.

Ye Zhenzhen said calmly, "This fellow Daoist must be thirsty after talking for so long. Take a sip to moisten your throat and then continue."

Upon hearing Ye Zhenzhen's words, the others instantly understood what she meant.

Several people picked up a dish of spiritual food or a bowl of peanuts from the table and gathered around the man, waiting for him to continue.

The waiter moved quickly and placed a pot of Hundred Flowers Wine on the man's table.

The man picked up the wine pot, filled his cup, raised the cup, and toasted Ye Zhenzhen.

Ye Zhenzhen also raised her cup and bowed to Yao Yao.

The man sat down and continued talking.

"I heard that the mirror can reveal the people the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is looking for. As long as those people stand in front of the mirror, the mirror will react."

Another person chimed in, "What do you mean, 'looking for someone'? You mean 'killing someone'?"

"What nonsense are you spouting? How can you say such things?"

"He's drunk, you guys continue, you guys continue." After saying that, he prepared to pull the person who had just spoken away.

The man was unwilling to leave, muttering incoherently, "I was right, isn't what the Myriad Swords Sect is looking for people who have entered the secret realm?"

"My brother finally made it to the secret realm, but in the end, there was no trace of him! Waaaaah~ Waaaah~"

Everyone else remained silent upon hearing this. They all knew that the person was telling the truth, but sometimes, the truth is the most important thing to keep to yourself.

A moment of silence fell, broken only by the rustling of a gentle breeze.

Ye Zhenzhen filled her glass with wine, picked it up abruptly, and took a gulp.

The spicy liquor mixed with saliva rushed into my stomach, leaving only a bitter taste in my mouth.

The group waited until the two people left before continuing their conversation.

"Hey, what kind of reaction is that? Have you ever seen anything like it?"

"What are you saying? If he had seen it, he would have been arrested already, not gossiping here!"

"Hey, you're not right about that. I haven't seen it yet."

"Really? Tell me about it."

Ye Zhenzhen also pricked up her ears and listened carefully.

“I went to line up very early in the morning. I was fifth in front of the person in line. The person had just stood in front of the mirror when a different face was reflected in the mirror. When the person realized something was wrong, they tried to rush out.”

"and then?"

"Go on!"

What's the rush?

"It is said that there are 50 Wanjian Sect disciples guarding each city gate. How could they let him escape? Of course, he was beaten half to death and dragged away."

"The scene was truly unbearable to look at..."

Ye Zhenzhen didn't listen any further; she seemed to have guessed something.