Chapter 792: When great revenge is avenged

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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 a change 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 an 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, and it 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 keep two people in this sect."

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

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

"Didn't Ye Wang ask me who I want to keep?" Ming Wang was once again confused by Ye Fan's neatness.

"It's not important." Ye Fan waved his hand and looked at the doubtful King Ming. "A sect that only knows how to tell fortunes, no matter how accurate the fortune-telling is, I don't care."

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

"King Ming 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 a little bored in his seat. Looking at Suan Sansheng who was reviewing a mountain of memorials, he 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 what Fatty Li said, Suan Sansheng just smiled, wrote the last words hard, looked at the remaining memorials, and said slowly: "These are the future that King Ye promised us."

"It's still good to be a cultured person, and 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

Suan Sansheng shook his head: "Now the land of Nanchuan is ten times that of Pingyun and Pingyun. There are so many people and so many officials. If there are only a few memorials every day and all they receive are high-sounding words of praise and praise, then it will be impossible." It’s a really dangerous time.”

"But it's so tiring to do this." Fatty Li replied: "The military advisor can't practice now. One person has to approve so many memorials from morning to night. Can his body hold up?"

"Can you divide some of the memorials and give them to others to approve?"

"I'm not at ease." Shuan Sansheng shook his head again: "Nanchuan is expanding rapidly. Our people are not as innocent as before. There are more and more people with ulterior motives. If I don't personally examine it, it is inevitable that someone will take advantage of it."

"We have come all the way and have finally reached where we are now. We must not go back to the old path of the human race."

"...Okay." Fatty Li was clumsy and couldn't hold back a sentence for a long time.

"Military strategist, King Ye is back."

Just as he was talking, Chen Peng walked in. Now that time has passed, his figure is more upright and strong, wearing a helmet and armor, and he looks like a general.

"Military advisor, I have brought you a big gift."

"Prince Ye brought me a big gift?" Shuan Sansheng was a little confused: "What big gift."

"What we agreed upon." Ye Fan replied, clapped his hands, and behind him, soldiers escorted a group of people one after another.

Most of this group of people were wearing Taoist robes, and the leader was a droopy old man.

"Master..." Looking at the leader, Sansheng was suddenly startled, 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 do you want to take revenge on the Yantian Clan." Ye Fan replied, with a bright smile on his face: "After the chaos, there was no trace of the Yantian Clan. , I didn’t expect to find out about it from King Ming during this trip, so I simply made an exchange and brought them back.”

"Two people are missing, but the Prophet and your master are both here."

"Thank you, King Ye." Hearing Ye Fan's words, he was speechless for a long time. After a while, he slowly walked towards his former disciple.

Their heads were locked with heavy chains, and none of them could raise their heads to look at themselves.

The moment of revenge that had appeared many times in my dreams was right before my eyes.

"Sansheng..." When he came to the front, the leading old man raised his head and looked at Sansheng. What was revealed in his eyes was just pleading: "Let some disciples go."

"When you kicked me out, Master, did you ever think that today would happen?" Suan Sansheng replied in a calm tone.

"Master is wrong." The old man replied: "Master is aware of the impermanence of destiny and is afraid that Yantianmen will be involved, so he doesn't dare to let you mess around."

"If I believed you in the first place, maybe..."

Listening to the old man's words, which seemed to be writing a confession, Sansheng's eyes did not stop. He glanced at the disciples in front of him, many of whom were his senior brothers.

Even his junior sister, who had a mutual affection for him back then, was among them.

"Speaking of which, Master is right." After another long silence, 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 all."