Celestial Dragon Sword Venerable-Chapter 126: I’m Going to Die of Anger!

Wan Xuegui shook his head. "Elder, you have died and been reborn into your next life. You’ve been protecting me all along. Elder, this inherited will of yours is merely a projection; you don’t know your own karmic fate. It’s my fault, really, for awakening so late. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have ended up in a state where you don’t even know you’ve been reborn."

Wan Xuegui’s tone was exceptionally firm.

At this point, his ’cleverness’ seemed to have far exceeded Ye Tianling’s expectations.

He was already inventing karmic explanations on his own.

PFFT—

Wan Jimie was so furious he nearly coughed up blood. His eyes, wide as bronze bells, shot out two terrifying beams of light that locked directly onto Wan Xuegui.

Wan Xuegui trembled but remained unyielding and utterly fearless.

"Elder, don’t be angry. Once your next incarnation rises to power, our Fang Family will have a chance to flourish. I will protect your next life with absolute loyalty and will never betray you!"

Wan Xuegui continued to pledge his loyalty.

PFFT—

Even as a will projection, Wan Jimie had to admit defeat.

He was torn between anger, amusement, and utter helplessness. ’I can’t just obliterate this outstanding junior with a single thought, can I?’

’The Fang Family barely has anyone left! And to have such a young genius...’

’His Talent is good, but there’s something wrong with his head...’

Wan Jimie lamented internally.

"Fine. Then tell me about my situation. Spare no detail."

As Wan Jimie spoke, his gaze finally fell upon Ye Tianling.

At a glance, his pupils constricted slightly. "Dragon Race?"

Ye Tianling gave an awkward chuckle and a slight nod.

Wan Jimie nodded slightly and didn’t focus on Ye Tianling any further.

Ye Tianling’s heart sank. ’Oh no—Wan Xuegui, please don’t tell him what happened!’

Ye Tianling knew the chances of that were slim. Given Wan Xuegui’s temperament, his blind loyalty meant he would naturally spill everything.

Sure enough, Wan Xuegui was heard saying with an air of righteous conviction, "Elder, you are merely a will projection, so you don’t need to know so much. Rest assured, Elder, I will guard your next incarnation well. We will share life and death, and it will be my heart’s greatest honor. I would go through hell and high water for the Elder’s next life; my own death would be a small price to pay."

PFFT—

This time, it wasn’t Wan Jimie who was coughing up blood.

It was Ye Tianling.

Ye Tianling staggered. He’d never imagined Wan Xuegui would say something like that.

Ye Tianling thought, ’Stop provoking this Sword Ancestor’s will, Wan Xuegui! Otherwise, your grandpa here is truly finished.’

Sensing the commotion, Wan Xuegui beamed and said respectfully, "Grandpa, why don’t you retract your projected will? That way, you can recover some of your strength."

The moment those words left his mouth, Wan Jimie’s gaze turned peculiar.

That pair of eyes, like divine, blazing suns, shone so brightly that Ye Tianling couldn’t keep his own open.

"Well now, Dragon Race whelp, your ’tutelage’ has been quite successful, hasn’t it."

Wan Jimie sneered, transmitting the words via Dao rhythm.

"Ahem, this... we were just fooling around, that’s all. Just fooling around."

Ye Tianling replied via a secret voice transmission.

The technique made Wan Jimie’s eyes flash with interest.

"Have him recount what happened. You’d best cooperate, or you will regret it."

The warning in Wan Jimie’s tone was unmistakable.

However, his words held no killing intent.

But even without any killing intent, a chill ran down Ye Tianling’s spine. ’I’ve provoked the Sword Ancestor... even ten lives wouldn’t be enough.’

Ye Tianling gave a sheepish smile, then steeled himself and said magnanimously, "Xuegui, my good grandson, since the Sword Ancestor’s will wants to know, go ahead and tell him. It’s fine."

Ye Tianling thought, ’With my background, what can a mere will projection like you do to your grandpa here?!’

’Besides, I’m of the Dragon Race’s Royal Blood. You think I don’t know how to use that to bluff my way through? You really think you’d dare to kill me?’

Wan Xuegui was stunned for a moment, but then, without hesitation, he obediently recounted the entire series of events.

Throughout his account, he heaped endless, worshipful praise upon the ’Sword Ancestor,’ Wan Tianshu.

The passion of the most rabid fan couldn’t compare to even a fraction of his fervor.

Upon hearing this, the expression on Wan Jimie’s ancient, crimson face was absolutely priceless.

"Wan Xuegui, I’ll show you! My true body is still in slumber. How could there be a next life?"

Wan Jimie knew that if he didn’t convince Wan Xuegui now, there was no telling how horribly the boy would be deceived.

As he spoke, Wan Jimie manifested a wisp of spatial energy. Within the Space, an image appeared, revealing the place where his true body slumbered—an ancient, desolate Sword Tomb.

Wan Xuegui watched intently, then said in all seriousness, "Elder, being reborn into a new life must be very taxing. So I can understand why you don’t realize you’re already dead. But you must face reality. Elder, your will projection is not as wise as your current incarnation."

Hearing this, the corner of Wan Jimie’s mouth twitched, and his expression was once again priceless.

"Are you implying that I’ve grown so senile I don’t even know if I’m alive or dead?"

Wan Jimie took a deep breath, suppressing his burgeoning rage.

’This... this is working? Wan Xuegui, you dutiful grandson, you’re really something else!’

Ye Tianling’s expression became priceless as well. His gaze toward Wan Jimie’s massive, illusory form was filled with a strange light.

Wan Jimie spoke again. "Xuegui Child, have him demonstrate our Fang Family’s Bloodline Power and the Ten Thousand Thoughts in One Heart Sword Technique."

Wan Xuegui said solemnly, "My own Bloodline Power is impure, so I cannot achieve Sensing. But I know that in your next life, Elder, you must avoid your enemies, so you naturally need to use Concealment on your Bloodline Power so you cannot be easily discovered. As for the Ten Thousand Thoughts in One Heart Sword Technique, your next incarnation taught me and allowed me to undergo a complete transformation on this path. The profound annotations he gave me are enough to study for a lifetime. Does that not count?

In fact, I am very gratified. Even you, Elder, do not recognize your own new incarnation. What does this prove? It proves your methods are brilliant, Elder! Your ability to be reborn is astonishing, your skills are simply divine! If you don’t even recognize yourself, it will naturally be even more difficult for your enemies to do so!

Elder, I am truly and utterly convinced. My admiration for you is like a surging river, and I am in total awe of you."

Wan Xuegui said solemnly.

His tone was exceptionally resolute.

And just then, Ye Tianling cooperatively began his Cultivation of the Ten Thousand Thoughts in One Heart Sword Technique. The orthodox and pure sword essence further solidified Wan Xuegui’s conviction in his own judgment.

"You—you’ll be the death of me! I’m going to smash your moronic head with a single palm strike!"

At this sight, Wan Jimie nearly exploded with rage. With a "SPURT," he spat out a mouthful of old blood.

It was like taking a billion points of critical damage!

"Elder, even if you strike me dead, I will remain a loyal Guardian. Everything I have was given to me by your next incarnation, so I would die without regret. My only regret would be that if I die, I can no longer bring glory to the Fang Family with my own hands."

Wan Xuegui faced death with calm resolve.

PFFT—

Wan Jimie spat out another mouthful of blood. He felt he was truly at his wit’s end with this brain-dead descendant.