Chapter 210: A Blood Robe

Chapter 210: Chapter 210: A Blood Robe

In mid-air, Yi Xiaoyao looked down at Bo Yuanhong with indifference. "Consider this arm a lesson taught on behalf of your elders," he said coldly. "And it’s only for their sake that I’m sparing your life."

Bo Yuanhong was clutching tightly to the bloody stump of his severed arm. The veins on his face bulged, and his skin turned a furious crimson.

It was not merely the pain from the severed arm, but the overwhelming shame of being defeated and maimed by such a young junior in front of so many of his clansmen.

Just then, a deep, furious grunt echoed from within the Bo Mansion.

The sound was laced with an incredibly potent Spiritual Power, and the vast Bo Mansion trembled slightly in its wake.

As the sound faded, a towering aura erupted from a pavilion deep within the Bo Mansion.

CRASH!

The roof of the pavilion exploded, and a gray figure shot out, hovering in the air. It was an old man with white hair, dressed in gray robes.

"Grandfather!"

Bo Yuanhong’s face lit up with delight. He pointed a hateful finger at Yi Xiaoyao and cried out, "That’s the brat! He killed my son, Bo Qianyang, and today he severed my arm! Grandfather, you must avenge me!"

Upon hearing this, the gray-robed elder’s gaze shot toward Yi Xiaoyao. His hoarse voice rasped, "A wet-behind-the-ears brat like you, what right do you have to teach my grandson a lesson on behalf of his elders? Now, I’m the one who’s going to teach you a lesson!"

The moment he finished speaking, the gray-robed elder shot through the air toward Yi Xiaoyao.

Yi Xiaoyao’s gaze hardened. As the man drew near, the oppressive might of an Eighth Realm Nascent Soul cultivator began to fill the air.

"Did the Patriarch just call that old man Grandfather? I didn’t mishear that, did I?"

"No way... The Patriarch is already so old. Then wouldn’t his grandfather be...?"

"Does that mean this old man is our ancestor?"

Upon seeing the gray-robed old man, the members of the Bo Family realized that, surprisingly, none of them had known such a powerful expert still existed in the Bo Mansion—let alone that he was the Patriarch’s grandfather.

Nevertheless, they all concluded that this time, Yi Xiaoyao was as good as dead.

Meanwhile, a chilling glint appeared in Bo Yuanhong’s eyes, which were already burning with hatred and fury.

’The only reason the Bo Family has held its position as the number one family in the Great Shang Dynasty is because my grandfather is still alive. His cultivation at the Eighth Realm of the Nascent Soul is the very pinnacle of power in the entire Shang Dynasty.’

’Hmph! No one in the entire Shang Dynasty dares to cause trouble for the Bo Family! To do so is to court death!’

Bo Yuanhong stared at Yi Xiaoyao as if he were already a dead man. His gaze shifted slightly as he recalled the Yin Corpse who had accompanied Yi Xiaoyao. ’He claimed he wanted to meet my grandfather? He’s probably so terrified now that his Yin Soul has fled his body!’

But just as the gray-robed elder was about to bear down on Yi Xiaoyao, a strange voice suddenly rang out.

"Zhan! Stop!"

At this, the gray-robed elder’s figure froze in mid-air.

At the same time, Yi Xiaoyao, who had been gripping the Extreme Yin Soul Stone, ready to summon the Copper Body Puppet at any moment, relaxed his hand.

A look of disbelief appeared on the gray-robed elder’s ancient face, and his cloudy eyes seemed to be lost in reminiscence.

’It has been over a hundred years since anyone called me "Zhan"! And that voice... while the sound is different from what I remember, the tone is an exact match for that person in my memories.’

The gray-robed elder’s gaze fell directly on the source of the voice—the Yin Corpse standing on the ground and looking up at him.

Corpse Nineteen’s expression was complex. The little brother who had once needed his protection at every turn was now a white-haired old man, the ancestor of the Bo Family.

"Zhan, it’s me, your big brother, Bo Gudou!"

Corpse Nineteen shouted to the gray-robed elder. Bo Gudou was his real name. "Corpse Nineteen" was merely a designation given to him by the Valley Master of Yinfeng Valley inside the Ancient Tomb Space.

He then recounted several secrets that only he and the gray-robed elder could possibly know—all of them embarrassing stories from the elder’s youth.

Bo Yuanhong and the rest of the Bo Family all turned to stare at Corpse Nineteen, their expressions utterly baffled.

This Yin Corpse was claiming to be their ancestor’s older brother, calling the man who had lived for countless years "Zhan," and even revealing his most shameful secrets.

’Is this Yin Corpse insane, or does he just have a death wish?’ the members of the Bo Family thought to themselves.

But in the next moment, the gray-robed elder’s voice trembled with excitement as he cried out to Corpse Nineteen, "Big Brother! It really is you!"

Everyone in the Bo Family was dumbfounded. This day was simply too bizarre. First, an ancestor appeared out of thin air, and now, that ancestor’s older brother had shown up...

The gray-robed elder immediately landed in front of Corpse Nineteen and looked him up and down. "Big Brother, how did you end up like this?"

With a soft sigh, Corpse Nineteen recounted his ordeal and explained that Yi Xiaoyao had been the one to bring him back.

Tears streamed down the old man’s face as he listened. Not wanting to lose his authority in front of his family, he turned to Bo Yuanhong and the others and said in a deep voice, "All of you, withdraw."

Bo Yuanhong, who had already been listening in a daze, stared with wide eyes. "Grandfather, are you saying we’re not going to get revenge for Yi Xiaoyao killing my son and severing my arm?"

Bo Yuanhong never imagined that this Yin Corpse was actually his granduncle, or that Yi Xiaoyao—a man he was certain would die—would walk away completely unscathed.

"Withdraw!" the gray-robed elder bellowed. Only then did a reluctant Bo Yuanhong retreat with the other family members.

Then, the gray-robed elder turned to Yi Xiaoyao and said indifferently, "You saved my older brother, but you were also an enemy of the Bo Family. Let us consider the kindness and the enmity canceled out. However, you must forgive me for being unable to treat you with courtesy."

Yi Xiaoyao gave a nonchalant smile. He couldn’t care less about such things. His only goal was to obtain the Longevity Pill.

"Zhan, how can you speak like that?" Corpse Nineteen chided, then turned to Yi Xiaoyao with a smile. "Sir, won’t you come into the mansion and sit for a while?"

"That won’t be necessary," Yi Xiaoyao said.

Corpse Nineteen thought for a moment before saying, "In that case, please wait here a moment, Sir. I’ll go fetch the Longevity Pill for you."

The gray-robed elder was extremely displeased that Corpse Nineteen addressed Yi Xiaoyao as "Sir" and was giving him the Longevity Pill, but he allowed himself to be pulled into the mansion nonetheless.

A short while later, Yi Xiaoyao left the Bo Mansion with the Longevity Pill. As for Corpse Nineteen, he naturally remained behind.

After returning to the Seven Kills Star Hall, Yi Xiaoyao went straight to find the Black Robe Hall Master, intending to ask about Elder Yan’s whereabouts and deliver the Longevity Pill.

But when he arrived at the Hall Master’s pavilion, his eyes immediately fell on an article of clothing lying on the table in front of the Hall Master.

Yi Xiaoyao recognized it instantly. It was Flame Medicine Hidden’s robe, but now it was completely soaked in blood!

The Black Robe Hall Master was staring at the Blood Robe, frowning in thought. When he noticed Yi Xiaoyao’s arrival, he let out a bitter smile.

"I was just debating whether to tell you the truth. I didn’t expect you to show up," the Black Robe Hall Master said with a sigh of resignation.

Yi Xiaoyao understood at once. Elder Yan hadn’t left to live a quiet life—he was in danger.

"Who did this?" His voice instantly turned bone-chilling.

"The day before you returned, men from the Cloud Transformation Sect abducted your master. They sent this robe and a message: you have seven days to trade the Heaven and Earth Fire Essence for him."

The Black Robe Hall Master continued, sighing, "It’s all my fault. I didn’t arrange proper protection for your master. I only hid this from you because I didn’t want you walking right into the trap Shangguan Jingyun has set."

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