Chapter 792: The Time of Revenge

"I just know, I haven't explored it."

Seeing King Ye's suspicion, King Ming quickly added: "I really don't have the means to find the beast, but I have some methods."

"No means, methods... King Ming's research on language is really superb." Ye Fan's expression was a little stiff, "Who is that beast? Taotie? Taowu? Or Chaos?"

"I don't know the details." King Ming spread his hands.

"King Ming has such a treasure, I don't think there is any need to trade the blood of Youying." Ye Fan walked out again, thinking of something, took out a cow leg and threw it on the table.

"There is an abnormality in the forbidden land of Tianjue, I only found a cow, and gave a cow leg to King Beidi."

"It's fair."

"Hey, brother King Ye, you are being so formal." King Ming looked at the cow leg, his eyelids twitching wildly.

"I really don't know, but I can show you the way. You have the ability to subdue fierce beasts, so you must be able to take it down."

"How did you get the idea that I must have the ability to subdue fierce beasts?" Ye Fan frowned: "Is it just because I have Qiongqi?"

"Having Qiongqi doesn't explain a lot?" The King of Life smiled: "Ordinary people have limited space for controlling beasts, and even matching beasts is a problem. Only King Ye seems to be able to collect any beast he wants."

"As far as I know, the number of beasts controlled by King Ye has reached double digits so far."

"Did you infer it from the number of beasts I control?" Ye Fan didn't quite believe what the King of Life said.

Most beast masters are restricted by the limited space for controlling beasts. The old beasts are too weak, and forced replacement often backfires, which is a point of worry for many beast masters.

But this is only for most people. The stronger they are, the more ways they can find to solve the problem. Special skills like Fatty Li's Taotie method, special spiritual herbs like Pixiu fruit can help to open up, or special containers like the beast-controlling ball that Nanchuan is developing.

Such reasons are not completely reasonable.

"If the King of Life wants to get what I have, it is definitely not enough to rely on just one piece of information." After thinking for a while, Ye Fan did not continue to struggle, but said: "The King of Life must take out something more precious."

"I don't know what the precious thing King Ye is talking about is?"

"The King of the North gave me a bloodline of the relic." Ye Fan answered, looking at Jin Bisheng: "And, he gave me his chief military advisor."

"A relic of the bloodline... This old Deng is really bloody." When the King of Life heard this, his face immediately looked a little ugly.

"The Gu Masters that are abundant in Lieyang Province?" Ye Fan thought for the King of Life.

"Poison Master is not possible, that involves some secrets." Ming Wang shook his head and refused, but he already had an answer in his mind: "Maybe there is an ancient sect that Ye Wang would be very interested in."

"Ancient sect." This made Ye Fan narrow his eyes slightly: "Ming Wang actually got the support of the ancient sect?"

"It's called support, but they are very tough, and they have to pay for using them." Ming Wang waved his hand. "Speaking of which, this sect has some origins with Ye Wang."

"Who?"

"Yantian Sect." Ming Wang replied: "Ye Wang's chief military advisor, which is considered San Sheng's former sect."

"Okay." Hearing this answer, Ye Fan agreed without any hesitation.

"Give them to me, I can give you the blood of Youying."

"So straightforward?" Ming Wang was stunned by Ye Fan's reaction and paused for a moment: "But I need to leave two people in this sect."

"Not the sect master, or the prophet of destiny?"

"That's fine." Ye Fan agreed again straightforwardly.

"King Ye didn't even ask me who I wanted to leave behind?" Ming Wang was once again confused by Ye Fan's agility.

"It doesn't matter." Ye Fan waved his hand and looked at Ming Wang's doubts. "A sect that only knows how to tell fortunes, I don't care how accurate the fortune-telling is."

"Then why did King Ye..."

"You know the answer." Ye Fan replied: "I once promised my military advisor that as long as he follows me, I will help him avenge the past."

"Just for revenge?" Ming Wang found it hard to believe: "Would someone like King Ye care so much about revenge?"

"Ming Wang should understand." Ye Fan shook his head, and then, as if thinking of the past, he smiled slightly.

"When he left with me that year, the road to Yuncheng was still a dirt road."

...

"Military Advisor, when do you think King Ye will come back? He's been gone for several months."

In Yuncheng Camp, Fatty Li, who had just returned from a mission, was bored in his seat. He looked at Suan Sansheng who was reviewing a mountain of memorials and was a little confused:

"Military Advisor, you review so many memorials every day, aren't you tired?"

"If I review them, I'm afraid I'll die in one day."

"How can I be tired?" Hearing Fatty Li's words, Suan Sansheng just smiled, wrote the last word vigorously, and looked at Looking at the remaining memorials, he slowly said: "These are the future that King Ye once promised us."

"It's still better to be a cultured person, they all speak so nicely." Fatty Li scratched his head, "Isn't Nanchuan doing well now? Why are there so many memorials every day?"

"The number of memorials has nothing to do with whether it is good or not, it only shows that

Suan Sansheng shook his head: "Now Nanchuan is ten times the size of Pingyun and the two cities, with so many people and so many officials, if there are only a few memorials every day, and all you receive are some high-sounding praises and compliments, then it will be a truly dangerous time."

“But it’s so tiring.” Fatty Li replied: “Military advisor can’t practice now. Can a person review so many memorials from morning to night?”

“Can you share some of the memorials with other people?”

“I’m worried.” Suan Sansheng shook his head again: “Nanchuan is expanding rapidly. Our people are not as simple as they were before. There are more and more people with ulterior motives. If I don’t personally review them, it’s inevitable that they will be taken advantage of.”

“We have come all the way and finally got to where we are now. We must not go down the old path of the human race.”

“…Okay.” Fatty Li was tongue-tied and couldn’t say a word for a long time.

“Military advisor, military advisor, King Ye is back.”

As he was talking, Chen Peng walked in. Now that time has passed, his figure has become more upright and strong. He looks like a general in helmet and armor.

"Military Advisor, I brought you a great gift."

"King Ye brought me a great gift?" Suan Sansheng was a little confused: "What great gift?"

"We once agreed on this." Ye Fan replied, clapping his hands. Behind him, soldiers led a group of people to come one after another.

Most of these people were wearing Taoist robes, and the leader was an old man who was only drooping.

"Master..." Looking at the leader, Suan Sansheng was stunned, and looked at Ye Fan, with an incredible look in his eyes: "King Ye, do you still remember..."

"Of course, I remember asking the military advisor that year, do you want to take revenge on Wu Qi who is chasing you, or on Yan Tianmen." Ye Fan answered, with a bright smile on his face: "Yan Tianmen disappeared after the chaos, but I didn't expect to know about it from the King of Life this time, so I simply made an exchange and brought them back."

"Two people are missing, but the King of Life and your master are here."

"Thank you, King Ye." After hearing Ye Fan's words, Suan Sansheng was speechless for a long time, and then slowly walked towards his former disciples.

With heavy iron chains locking their heads, none of them could look up at themselves.

The moment of revenge that had appeared many times in dreams was right in front of them.

"Sansheng..." When he came to him, the leading old man forced himself to look up and looked at Suan Sansheng. His eyes were filled with pleading: "Let some of the disciples go."

"When you kicked me out, did Master ever think that this day would come?" Suan Sansheng answered in a calm tone.

"It was Master who was wrong." The old man replied: "Master saw that fate was unpredictable and was afraid that Yantianmen would be involved, so he didn't dare to let you mess around."

"If I had believed in you at the beginning, maybe..."

Listening to the old man's words that seemed to be writing a confession, Suan Sansheng's eyes did not linger. He swept across the disciples in front of him, many of whom were his senior brothers and junior brothers.

Even the little junior sister who had a mutual affection with him in the past was among them.

"In a word, Master is not wrong." After another long silence, Suan Sansheng finally sighed and turned around.

"If it weren't for me, Yantianmen might really be able to survive for a long time."

"That's it."