Checking in for 100,000 Years Chapter 281: Cause and Consequence

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The elder in the green robe saw Ye Yun’s solemn expression, but since Ye Yun didn’t seem to want to share, he could only shake his head and smile wryly.

"Fellow Daoist, if the cultivators of Skyreach Island enter this world, you don’t have to take any more action. I’ll handle everything else," Ye Yun said calmly to the elder in the green robe.

"Then I am indebted to you, fellow Daoist," replied the elder, gratefully.

Since this inscrutable fellow Daoist before him was willing to take over the subsequent pursuit from Skyreach Island, the elder in the green robe was naturally more than happy to see it happen and wanted to stay out of these muddy waters.

The elder in the green robe cupped his fists, bid Ye Yun farewell, then turned and vanished into the sky.

Only Ye Yun and Jiang Hengyue remained in the void.

"You should follow me," Ye Yun said calmly, before descending onto the deck of the flying ship.

The Bloody Overlord Demonic Dragon, having just witnessed the Master’s Great Divine Power effortlessly dispatch an opponent of True God Realm Tier Seven, felt an intense yearning for such abilities.

"Master, when will you teach me this Divine Skill?" the Bloody Overlord Demonic Dragon asked with a smile, rubbing his hands together, unable to suppress his eagerness.

"After you finish this mission..." Ye Yun said with a smile.

Ye Yun glanced at Lei Qinian, still unconscious, and a faint smile touched his lips.

"Master, do you want me to wake him up now?" the Bloody Overlord Demonic Dragon quietly asked from the side.

"No need." Ye Yun shook his head.

He turned to Jiang Hengyue and asked calmly, "You little fellow have suffered so much. After entering this world, your cultivation was severed, and you might be stuck in the Eternal Realm forever. Do you regret it?"

Hearing this, Jiang Hengyue’s eyes reddened, welling up with shimmering tears.

"Senior, I don’t regret it. If I hadn’t entered, I fear I would have died outside long ago," Jiang Hengyue sighed. As he spoke these words, tears streamed down the corners of his eyes.

"Tell me, what exactly is the enmity between you and Skyreach Island?" Ye Yun asked with a smile.

Having accepted this young man, Jiang Hengyue, Ye Yun naturally wanted to understand the enmity between him and Skyreach Island. Letting Jiang Hengyue tell his own story was also a test.

Hearing Ye Yun’s question, Jiang Hengyue’s expression turned fierce as he recalled the past.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Previously, I was the Young Island Master of Star Holy Island. My fiancée was stolen by Fu Nanhua, the Young Island Master of Skyreach Island. I went to confront him but was captured and thrown into his prison, where I was severely tortured. He cut off my nose, broke my arms, battered my entire body, and even pierced my Dantian with a Dragon Pattern Soul Chasing Sword, crippling it..."

"The people of Skyreach Island are truly vicious."

Upon hearing Jiang Hengyue’s account, Ye Yun’s brow twitched slightly.

"You were imprisoned, so how did you manage to escape?" Ye Yun asked again.

Jiang Hengyue said angrily, "Senior, my fiancée pleaded for me, and that beast in human guise hypocritically let me go. But after releasing me, he sent people to hunt me down. With no other options, I gritted my teeth and desperately entered the Ancient Road to Heaven..."

"I see." Ye Yun nodded.

"Now that your fiancée has fallen into Fu Nanhua’s hands, I’m afraid things look bleak for her..." Ye Yun sighed.

"I heard they are holding a grand wedding on Skyreach Island on the sixth day of next month..." Jiang Hengyue said despondently.

Seeing Jiang Hengyue’s dejected expression, Ye Yun could understand his feelings.

Ye Yun thought for a moment and decided to try breaking the Ancestor Dragon’s Curse.

Having made this decision, Ye Yun felt somewhat more at ease. Then, his gaze fell upon the silver sword embedded in Jiang Hengyue’s lower abdomen.

"Is this Dragon Pattern Soul Chasing Sword Fu Nanhua’s?" Ye Yun asked softly.

Jiang Hengyue lowered his head, looking at the silver sword in his lower abdomen, and said through clenched teeth, "Senior, this exceedingly vicious sword indeed belongs to Fu Nanhua."

Ye Yun’s eyes flickered, as if, in that instant, he could see through Jiang Hengyue’s abdomen to the perilous situation within his Dantian.