Chapter 550: Xuan Yuanzi Xi

However, the leading Lord Yan, in extreme pain and despair, still retained a sliver of blind worship toward his so‑called master and a final struggle.

He jerked his head up, his blood‑veined eyes fixed dead on the aloof, indifferent Ye Wuque from his lofty perch, and with his last strength let out a beast‑like roar, a voice bitter, poisonous and mad:

"You… you dare treat me like this! You have ruined my cultivation… Master… my master will certainly know! He will surely avenge us! When the time comes… he will kill you… as easily as crushing an ant! No! Even easier than crushing an ant! A single finger could grind you into powder!"

He seemed to want to see fear and regret on Ye Wuque's face.

He continued the snarling threat, as if it were his last lifeline:

"This opportunity! It was pre‑ordained by my master! It was obtained by his Supreme Divine Art through heavenly calculation! It can belong only to him! Apart from him, any being who dares to lay claim is defying Heaven and courting ruin! You… you stole the master's opportunity, ruined his servant… you… you are certain to die! Heaven and earth, no one can save you!"

Listening to this hysterical threat, a faint, almost playful spark of interest finally flickered across Ye Wuque's indifferent face.

These three guys have decent strength, yet they are merely subordinates of some figure?

Moreover, seeing Lord Yan's near‑fanatical, unconditional trust and fear when he mentions his master, that master's standing and power in his mind must have reached an astonishing height.

If he can casually dispatch three Immortals as servants… then how powerful must the master himself be?

He is probably at least a top tier among Immortals, perhaps even… touching a higher‑level Dark Being?

The early stretch of the Origin Ancient Road indeed hides tigers and dragons.

From his lofty perch, he looked at the limp, frenzied Lord Yan on the ground and spoke lightly, his voice calm and unruffled:

"Your master… is who?"

Hearing Ye Wuque's question, Lord Yan's eyes suddenly flared with a final glimmer, as if seizing the last hope; he endured the searing pain, straightened his broken chest, and a twisted, proud, almost dignified expression appeared on his face. He spoke each word haltingly, his hoarse voice bearing a declarative tone:

"My master… is the Young Master of the Xuan Yuan Clan in the Honghuang World… Xuan Yuanzi Xi!"

Xuan Yuanzi Xi?

Ye Wuque's eyes flickered faintly.

He seemed to have heard this name vaguely during his time in the Border Wasteland, mentioned by powerful beings from other ancient realms; it appears to be the heir of an extremely ancient, powerful hidden clan, a name of great renown, hailed as one of the Absolute Peak figures of the world's younger generation.

"Oh?" Ye Wuque's tone remained flat, revealing no emotion, "Sounds… quite impressive."

Seeing Ye Wuque seemingly moved, Lord Yan appeared encouraged, grew even more agitated, quickened his speech, as if trying to intimidate Ye Wuque:

"Of course! My master possesses Heavenly Talented Divine Might, unrivaled in the world! Among the Honghuang World's younger generation, aside from the mysterious Imperial Daughter of the Changli Family, no Young Being has the right to clash with my master! He is destined to ascend to the Absolute Peak, to overlook eternity! You… you have now offended my master; you are on a death path! If you kneel now, beg for mercy, abandon your cultivation, offer your opportunity, perhaps… perhaps the master will show mercy and spare you a…"

"Noisy."

Ye Wuque calmly uttered the two words, cutting off Lord Yan's increasingly heated words.

Then, he raised his right hand, extended a single finger, and lightly tapped in mid‑air at the prone Lord Yan, Grey Mist and Golden Wing Figure.

The gesture was casual, as if brushing away dust.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

Three light sounds.

The three—Lord Yan, Grey Mist and Golden Wing Figure—gaped, their expressions frozen forever in extreme terror, resentment, and disbelief.

A pinpoint‑sized red dot appeared on each of their foreheads, and immediately, life was cut off, their souls extinguished.

Lord Yan's final consciousness only caught Ye Wuque's indifferent gaze and a cold phrase that seemed to echo from the Nine Nether

"You wait… you will die…"

Ye Wuque withdrew his finger, watching the three bodies on the ground rapidly lose heat, turning into specks of light that faded away, as if he had merely crushed three noisy flies.

He muttered to himself, his voice calm yet carrying an unquestionable certainty:

"Fine."

"I'll wait."

His eyes deepened, and the name Xuan Yuanzi Xi flashed through his mind.

Honghuang World, Xuan Yuan Clan… since the other side has set its sights on the Master Inheritance, acts so domineeringly, treating opportunity as its own, and its servants so overbearing, they cannot be a good bunch.

Moreover, from Lord Yan's words, Xuan Yuanzi Xi will soon come in person?

Ye Wuque's mouth curled into a cold arc, a sharp killing intent flashing in his eyes.

"Even if you don't come for me… I might still go find you," he whispered.

Given their style and its link to Fate and opportunity, future conflict seems inevitable.

Moreover, since the opponent's servants struck him, the debt naturally falls on the mastermind.

Besides, Ye Wuque had already vaguely guessed who Xuan Yuanzi Xi was.

If it truly is that person, then Ye Wuque was destined long ago to be locked in an endless battle with him!

With the three slain, the Cave fell silent again, only the faint energy ripple sounds of the three bodies slowly dissipating.

Ye Wuque no longer lingered, turned and set out to leave, seeking a safer, more hidden spot to further delve into the Master Inheritance.

However, just as his foot stepped forward, before he left the Cave's bounds—

"Pa, pa, pa…"

A steady, crystal‑clear burst of applause, tinged with a teasing, satisfied tone, suddenly rang out from the Void behind him!

Immediately after, a hoarse, ancient voice—like a cracked wind‑box being pulled, yet brimming with the suppressed excitement and madness of endless ages—drifted out with the applause:

"Hahaha… hahaha…"

The laughter began low, then rose to a high, unrestrained pitch, filled with the ecstatic joy of a wish fulfilled and a chilling greed!

"I… have guarded this place for millions of years… at last… hard work has not betrayed the diligent!"

The ancient voice trembled, each word seeming to chew on endless time and suffering:

"Finally… a sufficiently dazzling young one… helped me obtain this… Supreme Opportunity!"

The voice suddenly rose, filled with twisted excitement:

"I… truly must… thank you properly… little darling…"

Ye Wuque's steps halted.

He slowly turned, his gaze calmly fixed on the Void at the Cave's entrance.

There, at an unknown time, silently, a Dark Shadow appeared.

It was a Grey-robed Old Man, hunched, short and gaunt, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

His facial skin was like the bark of a millennial tree, riddled with deep folds and brown age spots, his features cramped together, ugly and bizarre.

Sparse Gray White hair lay against his scalp, and his eyes were murky, as if veiled by a thick gloom.