A Family Letter, The Celestial Master Daoist

A night passed, and Ye Fan pushed open the bronze gates of the Ancient Qin Palace within the Hehuan Sect's Forbidden Area:

"The Ancient Qin Dynasty has passed for too long; now is the Da Qian Dynasty."

"I do not intend to become Emperor, nor do I wish to know what schemes the woman in the painting hid, or what she wanted to do to Da Qian."

"Even if she is not dead, her strength seems no different from an ordinary person, unless Ling Tongzi fails again..."

"What I need to do now is to sign in to become stronger, even more powerful!"

Before leaving, Ye Fan once again walked past the cliff where he had first met Hong Xiu.

Hong Xiu was no longer there, but...

Looking back now, where Hong Xiu's gaze had rested, a great array targeting the Hehuan Sect had been set up... The entire mountain began to fill with gusts of yin wind, desolate and mournful. The Hehuan Sect disciples indulging in pleasure within the sect palaces naturally could not perceive it...

"Those on the mountain, their end will be miserable..."

Ye Fan felt a bit of chill, his understanding of Hong Xiu deepening.

"Women indeed are extraordinary."

A week passed, and the "Book of Ruins" opened.

Walking on the road, searching for the best sign-in location once again... his target directly pointing to the Celestial Master Mansion not far away.

...

Ye Fan walked past courier stations and main roads, and finally, at the courier station at the foot of the Celestial Master Mansion, he received an "unexpected surprise."

He received a second "family letter" from Ye Qingzhu.

Seeing the letter again, Ye Fan was highly surprised.

Not long ago at Mount Emei, although he had the opportunity to see this younger sister of the Ye family, Ye Qingzhu, in the end, Ye Fan still did not meet this young girl who stood on par with the Four Great Senior Sisters of the Emei Sect.

Even though he knew she was right behind the curtain, in the same room as him.

Ye Qingzhu had made not a single sound...

Not to mention, Ye Fan should not have had the chance to discover Ye Qingzhu.

If Ye Qingzhu knew Ye Fan went to Emei but did not wish to meet, why should he expose her?

Moreover, Ye Fan felt a vague sense in his heart that after eliminating the first-generation possession disaster of the Emei Sect, he had no absolute reason to meet this "biological sister"...

In case Ye Qingzhu saw through his identity, he would fail the real Xiao Yezi and violate his initial oath...

Sigh...

Ye Fan opened the "family letter" once again.

This time, the content was much calmer...

Only the elegant yet spirited handwriting remained as usual, the strokes sharp and decisive.

"Elder Brother left the palace to work for the Ninth Prince, so you must pay attention to your safety... The martial world is deep, and the Ten Great Sects all have their own designs. I hope you will wait for me to return, so we can reunite..."

It seemed,

The image of the round-faced, chubby young girl of the past, holding a pen, her pearly teeth biting the other end of the brush, looking half-angry, was compressed within the calm words, suppressing the sorrow of a sibling separation of over ten years...

Yet, she had a reason why she could not meet her brother.

Ye Fan shook his head, dispersing the stray thoughts in his mind.

"Why do I feel like Ye Qingzhu knows I went to Emei and is blaming me for not meeting her..."

"But the martial world is dangerous. It is safest for Ye Qingzhu to remain in the Emei Sect to cultivate..."

"Even the real Xiao Yezi would probably do as I did, right?"

"I am not the real Xiao Yezi after all."

Having truly left the Da Qian Imperial Palace to travel the world, danger lurked everywhere; where was there room for sibling sentimentality?

Human hearts were treacherous, and demons and ghosts roamed; where was there peace in the mortal world?

On the contrary, staying within the sect was harmonious, and at the very least, it would not harm the peace.

Ye Fan placed the second family letter into his inventory, where half a painting and another family letter already lay in a corner.

...

Advancing once again, the Celestial Master Mansion appeared like a grand city hidden within the surrounding mountains.

Just as Ye Fan went up the mountain,

A sneaky and highly adorable little Daoist popped out from behind a large boulder nearby.

Opening his mouth, he revealed two feline fangs:

"Little brother, are you someone from the imperial court?"

Ye Fan smiled and nodded:

"I am Ye Fan, envoy of the Ninth Prince and a Sixth-Grade Deacon of the court, here to negotiate with the Celestial Master Mansion..."

The little Daoist nodded:

"Ye Fan?

Eunuch?"

"This Daoist has been waiting for you for a long time."

With that, the little Daoist lifted his robe and pulled out a crumpled letter from within.

"Our Celestial Master Mansion will naturally cooperate with the court's work and assist the Ninth Prince in organizing the 'Grand Martial Arts Tournament.' Little Eunuch, do not worry; that outcast will not affect the relationship between the Celestial Master Mansion and the Ninth Prince..."

"Here, this is the letter from the Great Celestial Master of the Celestial Master Mansion. You can take it back to report."

Ye Fan shook his head:

"The best sign-in location nearby is within the Celestial Master Mansion. How can I not go up?"

However, looking at the little Daoist's meaning, it was already very clear.

"That is, the Celestial Master Mansion does not welcome me."

Ye Fan smiled and said decisively:

"Excellent, thank you very much for your cooperation. I shall return to report to the Ninth Prince!"

The little Daoist also clapped his hands:

"In that case, I can also return to report."

...

Ye Fan first went down the mountain. Only after he had gone far did the little Daoist stand in place and clap his hands:

"Come out..."

Several Purple-Robed Daoists who had long been hiding behind the boulder crawled out in an extremely disheveled state.

The little Daoist slapped them with a *smack*, though he did not actually touch them...

But the middle-aged Daoist who had spoken rolled several times, falling over, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth...

The expression on the little Daoist's face was highly bizarre, completely lacking his previous innocent and cute demeanor.

"I am doing my work, do I need you to interfere?"

The remaining Daoists were silent as cicadas in winter, quickly taking out their tools to carry this little ancestor back to the Celestial Master Mansion...

...

Ye Fan went down the mountain for a distance, then turned back, just in time to witness this scene.

"Ling Tongzi."

"Hmm, those Purple-Robed Daoists are also around the Fifth-Grade Xiantian cultivation, but this little Daoist..."

Ye Fan could not help but lick his lips:

"This little Daoist is actually a Late Core Formation expert?"

In addition, the "thing" within his body was highly similar to the thing within Zhang Ceye's body in the past, making Ye Fan unable to resist wanting to strike...

However, considering the opponent had proactively delivered the letter to him, Ye Fan spat.

"How does the proverb go?"

"One does not slap a smiling face."

"I should first sneak up the mountain to sign in, and upon coming down, I will drain the power of this 'little Daoist'."

Ye Fan thought about it, following behind the Daoists toward the Celestial Master Mansion at the mountain peak.

The little Daoist lying on the sedan chair suddenly sneezed, feeling a chill down his spine...

He abruptly turned his head, looking at the mountain path behind...

The path behind was empty, and that little eunuch had long since vanished.

"Strange, why do I feel a bit of fear?"