Chapter 64: Ancient Sword Fragments

Ye Chen didn't know what Mixed Eye had said, nor what Mixed Eye was thinking at the time; his curiosity wasn't that strong, so since Mixed Eye didn't want to speak, he just let it be.

Ye Chen believed that when Mixed Eye wanted to speak, it would naturally do so.

One night of cultivation let Ye Chen's cultivation increase significantly again; he estimated he now needed only two more days to break through to Foundation Establishment.

By then, his strength would become greater.

"It seems no one has gone to kindergarten lately; let's go check it out today."

Ye Chen said, walked out of the room, quickly washed up; the whole set of movements was smooth and fluid, much more efficient than Ye Nan's.

Ye Nan saw Ye Chen's movements so efficient, shock flashed in his eyes; after all, a child Ye Chen's age usually loves to poke around here and there, disliking doing what they ought to do.

But Ye Chen clearly exceeded his expectations, for Ye Chen was simply too well-behaved.

If Ye Nan weren't absolutely certain Ye Chen was his biological son, he would have dragged Ye Chen for a paternity test no matter what.

After Ye Chen and Ye Nan finished breakfast, Ye Nan took Ye Chen to the kindergarten.

Ye Chen sat in the car, eyes closed to nurture his spirit, but suddenly he snapped his eyes open, his gaze filled with icy killing intent—though it flashed and vanished as if it had never appeared.

Ye Nan, who was driving ahead, didn't notice Ye Chen's odd state; he merely shivered and said, "Why did it suddenly get so cold?"

Ye Chen heard Ye Nan's words, but he didn't respond; instead he asked Mixed Eye, "Did you just sense the auras of several cultivators?"

"Yeah, I sensed them; their killing intent is directed at you."

After Mixed Eye spoke, the killing intent on Ye Chen's body intensified a bit.

"Do you know who they are?"

Ye Chen asked Mixed Eye.

"They bear the aura of the Northern Sect; you should know there are the Eastern, Southern, Western, and Northern Sects, so after learning the Northern Sect was destroyed, they searched, locked onto you, and sent people to kill you."

Ye Chen listened to Mixed Eye's words, his face growing ever colder.

Fortunately, he wasn't worried about Lin Ruoxi's safety, because the paper person Ye Chen was at home.

In the next instant, Ye Chen's figure vanished from the car, and in his place was a paper person; Ye Chen had prepared several paper people in advance to cope with such situations, though this paper person was not as strong as the first one, Ye Chen himself.

After Ye Chen's figure disappeared, Ye Nan continued driving as usual, noticing nothing unusual.

"Be careful; they possess a treasure capable of threatening your life."

Mixed Eye's voice suddenly rang out; the moment Mixed Eye finished speaking, Ye Chen immediately asked, "What kind of treasure could actually threaten my life!!"

Ye Chen's tone was full of shock; he simply couldn't comprehend that, according to the current world's cultivation system, there still existed something able to threaten his life.

"I'm not sure; I guess it's something left by ancient Qi refiners—only those ancient leftovers could possibly threaten you; things crafted by modern cultivators simply can't pose any threat to you."

After Mixed Eye spoke, Ye Chen felt relieved; if that's what Mixed Eye said, then something threatening his life wouldn't be surprising.

Ye Chen's figure arrived at a high-rise building; on this building stood a man in plain clothes.

"You say, to deal with a Supernatural, is it really necessary for us several Supernatural realm experts to join forces?"

That man spoke into the microphone in his hand.

The other side seemed to have said something like "Drive carefully and you'll sail for ten thousand years"; the man said, "He's just a Supernatural; we five Supernaturals, by rights three would already be the limit, yet we've dispatched five—this seems overly cautious."

"He is indeed a Supernatural realm cultivator."

Suddenly, his voice cut off; in his vision appeared a child about six or seven years old, his pupils trembling violently—although he had just been conversing with someone, he should still have noticed a child approaching.

"I am absolutely no match for this person!"

He instantly made that judgment, without hesitation turning to flee—but would Ye Chen give him a chance to escape?

Almost instantly, after that person turned around, Ye Chen's figure appeared before him.

"Want to run?"

"You……"

Ye Chen could hear that his tone was shock and bewilderment, but Ye Chen didn't give him a chance to speak; the moment he uttered the first syllable, his head was already severed by Ye Chen.

And his soul was also taken by Ye Chen into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

"This is a great tonic for Bai Lingling."

The moment Ye Chen's words fell, his figure vanished once more.

Yet from that man's microphone, a faint voice still came through.

"Hey, what's happening over there?"

"Hey!"

……

"I originally thought you would show these people a bit of mercy, after all they haven't done anything that substantially harms you."

Mixed Eye's tone carried obvious surprise at Ye Chen's actions.

"If an accident occurs, then everything will be too late."

Ye Chen said.

After hearing Ye Chen's words, Mixed Eye stared straight ahead, seemingly pondering Ye Chen, always feeling that Ye Chen was a very complicated person.

Ye Chen's figure vanished; with his divine sense now able to cover the whole of Dachang City, he knew where those people were.

After all, those with cultivation are few, and those with strong cultivation are even fewer.

Ye Chen's speed was great; not long after, he arrived at the location of another person.

Ye Chen acted without hesitation—hand rose, head fell; another person died. Ye Chen's speed was swift; in his perception, the remaining three were gathered together, and they possessed an extremely powerful treasure on them.

Ye Chen's divine sense could not penetrate them; and on this planet, no one can shield Ye Chen's divine sense, so the only explanation is the treasure Mixed Eye mentioned.

"Mixed Eye, can you tell what kind of treasure that is?"

Ye Chen asked Mixed Eye.

"A fragment; earlier it was too far away for me to sense clearly, but now that it's near, I can perceive it."

Mixed Eye said, also explaining why it hadn't been sensed before.

Ye Chen didn't care about Muddy Eye's explanation; he cared about that fragment.

"A fragment? What kind of fragment?"

"It's on a sword; I don't know the origin of that sword, but I estimate it won't be much weaker than my original."

Muddy Eye finished speaking, and Ye Chen's heart surged with huge waves; he knew exactly what Muddy Eye's existence was like, but now Muddy Eye says it's not much weaker than it—so isn't this sword once also an existence capable of annihilating all things with a single sword?

"What exactly happened in that distant ancient era?!"

This is Ye Chen's current doubt; just as he was thinking about it, Muddy Eye's voice sounded again: "Your planet is really strange—first I appeared here, then came the fragment of an ancient sword; your planet, in the past, must not have been a battlefield, right?"

Muddy Eye finished speaking, and Ye Chen's brows furrowed deeply.

"What is a battlefield?"