The Legendary Son-in-law of the Emperor Chapter 1747: 1744: Recognizing the Sword

Capítulo 1747: Chapter 1744: Recognizing the Sword

Ye Xuan gazed at the Yang Demon and asked slowly, “Do you recognize this sword?”

Astonished initially by Ye Xuan’s prowess, the Yang Demon grew even more baffled upon spotting the Guo Hezu next to him.

Suddenly, the Yang Demon’s eyes shrank in shock; terror filled his gaze as he stared at Ye Xuan and cried out, “It’s you?!”

“You’re still alive?!”

Shock overwhelmed the Yang Demon completely.

Hadn’t this individual perished ages ago? How could he show up right here?!

Was the figure before him trying to trick him?

Impossible!

That blade bore the unmistakable sign of that man—no one else could ever earn its recognition!

“No, you’re not him!”

The Yang Demon’s face darkened abruptly, his eyes locking onto Ye Xuan with fierce intensity as he growled deeply, “If you were really him, you wouldn’t bother with this pointless chatter; I’d already be slain by your blade.”

Ye Xuan showed no surprise whatsoever at the Yang Demon’s response.

A faint smile curved Ye Xuan’s lips as he murmured gently, “You’re correct, I’m no longer him, yet I remain him all the same.”

These paradoxical words sent the Yang Demon’s thoughts spinning wildly.

Gazing at Ye Xuan, the Yang Demon held back from making a move.

Ever since that sword emerged, he realized victory was beyond his grasp.

With that in mind, fighting served no purpose.

“Has your true spirit vanished?”

The Yang Demon inquired offhandedly.

This guess had crossed his mind; if Ye Xuan were truly that figure, recognition would come instantly, but clearly he wasn’t—yet he wielded the Guo Hezu effortlessly.

The contradiction puzzled him deeply.

After all, that man had died long before.

The sole reasonable answer lay in the dissipation of his true spirit upon death, with a fragment of his soul reincarnating into Ye Xuan.

This explanation suited the Yang Demon’s beliefs best.

“It has,” Ye Xuan replied flatly. The Yang Demon’s response matched his expectations, perfect for extracting some details.

Ye Xuan knew full well if he connected to that supposed figure or not.

He shared zero ties with that so-called person.

As for the Guo Hezu, it had simply selected him as its wielder.

Previously, Ye Xuan had even allowed Sword Emperor Huang Chunqiu to bear the Guo Hezu on his behalf.

“I seek the truths from back then, and in you, I glimpse numerous hints of those secrets.”

Ye Xuan stated serenely.

Hearing this, the Yang Demon fell silent, lost for words.

Could this fellow truly be that man?

Had he lost all his memories?

Doubt lingered faintly in the Yang Demon.

Yet if not, why linger here exchanging words with him?

These thoughts stirred complex emotions in the Yang Demon, who then uttered, “What truths do you wish to learn?”

Ye Xuan eyed the Yang Demon steadily and replied measuredly, “All the events from that year.”

The Yang Demon averted his eyes, staying mute.

After a brief pause, he fixed his gaze on Ye Xuan once more and murmured coldly, “I owe you no such revelation.”

“Moreover…”

A sneer flickered in the Yang Demon’s eyes. “Even if you are indeed that person, your weakened form benefits my Dou Tian Divine Domain greatly, so why reveal those ancient secrets to you?”

“Do you think me an idiot?”

Ye Xuan’s smile remained mild; evidently, this foe wasn’t entirely dim-witted, so no matter.

“Fine then, I’ll trade with someone else.”

Ye Xuan whispered under his breath.

Whoosh————

The Guo Hezu sliced through the void in an instant.

That one strike pierced beyond time itself.

It looped back to the instant of their conversation, impaling the Yang Demon in place with a single thrust.

Thus, by the time Ye Xuan spoke, the Yang Demon lay conquered by the Guo Hezu, head bowed low.

Screams of agony echoed endlessly from the Yang Demon.

Ye Xuan paid it no heed, seizing and suppressing the Yang Demon before fleeing the Jiuyou Netherworld.

“Let me go! If you dare, fight me fairly!”

The Yang Demon raged on defiantly.

In truth, it was just a desperate ploy to slip away.

Regrettably, Ye Xuan ignored the Yang Demon entirely.

With no valuable intel forthcoming from this one, trading him for better rewards made sense.

After all, parties were hunting the Yang Demon actively.

He’d surely command a hefty price.

Ye Xuan gripped the Yang Demon tighter, applying slight pressure.

Bang!

A burst of force erupted, compelling the Yang Demon to counter.

In that moment, the Yang Demon’s full power flared out.

Thereafter, Ye Xuan left him be.

Yet the Yang Demon’s demeanor shifted utterly, as he mumbled:

“It’s finished…”

His aura now broadcasted, the Endless Sea Sovereign in pursuit would sense it immediately and arrive swiftly.

Poor Yang Demon—escaped the wolf’s jaws only to stumble into the tiger’s maw.

And now, thrust right back into the wolf’s domain.

Utterly pitiable.

This validated Ye Xuan’s strategy perfectly.

Soon enough, ahead in the ocean expanse, a cadaverous figure materialized like a walking corpse, his deadened stare meeting Ye Xuan’s.

Ye Xuan eyed the sudden arrival coolly, offering a calm smile. “Endless Sea Sovereign?”

A faint spark lit the corpse-man’s vacant eyes before fading, his raspy tone unchanged. “Undying Night Emperor?”

Ye Xuan gave a subtle nod. “I possess what you seek.”

The corpse-man’s sight shifted to Ye Xuan’s right hand, his words deliberate. “I’ve hunted it endlessly.”

Ye Xuan grinned. “Perfect timing, then.”

With a flick, Ye Xuan hurled the Yang Demon toward the corpse-man.

Bang!

The instant he was flung, the Yang Demon unleashed his utmost strength to flee.

However, neither Ye Xuan nor the Endless Sea Sovereign permitted his escape.

The Endless Sea Sovereign clenched the air, yanking the escaping Yang Demon straight into his grasp.

Glancing at his captive, the Endless Sea Sovereign turned to Ye Xuan, voice grating. “What is your price?”

Though this marked their first face-to-face encounter, prior covert dealings linked the Undying Night Emperor and him.

The Endless Sea Sovereign knew the Undying Night Emperor wasn’t some altruist—surrendering the Yang Demon so freely screamed hidden intent.

“Do you recognize this sword?”

Ye Xuan summoned the Guo Hezu anew, posing the query again.

The Endless Sea Sovereign beheld the Guo Hezu; his dull gaze ignited abruptly, tinged with sorrow.

Long minutes passed in silence.

His eyes stayed glued to the Guo Hezu, as if recalling a long-lost comrade.

All the while, Ye Xuan watched the Endless Sea Sovereign’s emotional shifts closely.

This time, he might have chosen wisely.

At length.

The Endless Sea Sovereign snapped back, facing Ye Xuan. “I know it, but you aren’t him.”

Ye Xuan inclined his head faintly. “Evidently, the Forbidden Land I entered back then was his burial site.”

The Endless Sea Sovereign faltered briefly, whispering, “A grave…”

“Who built it?”

His eyes sought Ye Xuan’s.

Ye Xuan shook his head softly. “I retrieved the Guo Hezu from there myself; it doesn’t prove anyone built a tomb for him.”

The Endless Sea Sovereign stayed quiet; moments later, a heavy sigh escaped him as he murmured, “Alas, so helpless.”