Celestial Dragon Sword Venerable-Chapter 49: Ingratitude

Wang Qingyu sighed. "It’s not that he can’t be saved, but the price is too great. Besides, if your Master, Daoist Que De, were still alive, I might have been able to bear the cost. But he’s been gone for nearly fifty years. In fifty years, much has changed. He has most likely perished, which makes any favor he was owed meaningless.

Right now, Wanlun Ancient Land is not at peace, and I am about to face the Second Tribulation of the Nine Refining Sword Tribulation. I cannot afford to expend so much of my Void Energy to save him. So, you should go."

Hearing this, Que Xinyan’s heart sank. He gritted his teeth, fell to his knees, and kowtowed. "Senior, I beg you, please save him."

But Wang Qingyu said nothing more. With a flicker of her silhouette, she was gone.

And this place, this canyon, was an immeasurable distance from Wanlun Ancient Land.

Que Xinyan stood up, his eyes filled with bitter unwillingness.

Que Xinyan sighed, then looked at Ye Tianling again. He sniffed the air around him carefully, and a look of shock reappeared in his eyes.

’That mysterious, terrifying aura... it’s gotten even stronger. This has to be a peerless Divine Blood Physique... After all, he’s still alive... This ’master’... I’ll swallow my pride and gamble on him!’

’I, Lord Que, have never been this persistent about anything in my entire life.’

’Damn it all. That old fossil Que De did so much for them. They owed him a mountain of debt, especially Wanlun Ancient Land—Que De practically built that power from the ground up! And now they won’t even part with a single Celestial Tier Creation Pill, spouting excuses about tribulations and difficult healings... A bunch of ungrateful, backstabbing bastards! A bunch of snobs!’

Que Xinyan swore viciously. He then hoisted Ye Tianling onto his back once more and set off for another location.

Half a month later, Que Xinyan was in an even more wretched state.

Still, he cleaned himself up and straightened his clothes so he wouldn’t look so destitute before entering the territory of the Cang Mountain Sword Pavilion.

The Cang Mountain Sword Pavilion was another behemoth of a Sect, with a foundation on par with that of the Cyan Moon Sword Sect.

When Que Xinyan arrived, he didn’t enter the Sect. Instead, just as before, he used his Essence Blood to activate a cyan Talisman.

The Talisman burned, and a moment later, the figure of Yin Wankun, Sect Leader of the Cang Mountain Sword Pavilion, manifested. It then solidified in mid-air, standing before Que Xinyan.

"You wretched rat, what are you doing here? You’re not welcome in the Cang Mountain Sword Pavilion!"

Yin Wankun’s tone was exceptionally frigid, his attitude just as cold.

Que Xinyan forced an apologetic smile. "Senior Wankun, my Master once said—"

Yin Wankun sneered. "That old fossil Que De has been dead for fifty years. You’re still trying to bring up the past?" 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

A flash of anger crossed Que Xinyan’s face, but he suppressed it. "The Cyan Talisman Order. Are you saying you won’t honor it?"

Yin Wankun’s expression darkened, but he still said, "If you have something to say, spit it out!"

Que Xinyan said, "The man I’m carrying is gravely injured; his Soul has been damaged. My Master left some resources with you back then. I’ve come to ask for a Celestial Tier Top Grade Creation Pill—"

Yin Wankun’s face was filled with scorn. He shot a cold glance at Ye Tianling. "This piece of trash? A dying man with a shattered Soul, no Dantian, and no Qi Sea? Is he worth wasting a Celestial Tier Top Grade Creation Pill on? Let’s say we did have one—even a Spirit Level Creation Pill, which surpasses the Celestial Tier, would be completely useless on him!"

"That’s my problem," Que Xinyan said. "Are you giving it to me or not?"

Yin Wankun said, "You wretched rat, even your Master wouldn’t have dared to speak to me in such a tone when he was alive. Out of respect for the Cyan Talisman Order, I won’t make things difficult for you. Now crawl back to whatever hole you came from. A Celestial Tier Top Grade Creation Pill? You’ve got some nerve!"

Enraged, Que Xinyan said, "Yin Wankun, you’ve gone too far!"

Yin Wankun said mockingly, "Is this how you ask for a favor? Don’t you even know how to beg?"

Que Xinyan was so angry his breathing grew ragged, but he still forced his rage down. "My Master did you an immense favor back then! How can you be so ungrateful?!"

Yin Wankun said with contempt, "Back then, when I was weak, I knelt and begged him too. I kowtowed until I thought my head would split open, just for a sliver of an opportunity. And that was a handout. A handout! Do you know what a handout is?"

"I’ll kowtow to you!" Que Xinyan said.

"There’s no need. I’m not interested," Yin Wankun said. "To me, you’re no different from an ant. Your kowtowing is meaningless. Just go. The fact that I’m not killing you is already a great mercy!"

Que Xinyan suppressed his anger once more and said earnestly, "Yin Wankun, the injured man I’m carrying is a true peerless genius. If you save him, your sect will surely reap huge rewards!"

Yin Wankun sneered. "He’s already been targeted by Emperor Cangqian. Any power that takes him in would be making an enemy of Ye Cangqian and his master, the Thousand Tribulations Wanderer! Now that you’ve appeared here, even if I say nothing, someone will soon tip them off. Ye Cangqian will undoubtedly come hunting. Go. My mercy is in letting you and this piece of trash avoid being hunted down and killed. The power of this Cyan Talisman Order ends here."

Hearing this, Que Xinyan’s expression became extremely grim.

He had been about to swallow his pride and beg on his knees, but now it seemed truly hopeless.

Que Xinyan laughed self-deprecatingly. "The Thousand Tribulations Wanderer is so great that a massive Sword Pavilion like yours is afraid? If this is how the Cang Mountain Sword Pavilion acts, your future achievements won’t amount to much!"

Yin Wankun sneered. "Your words are meaningless to me. The Cang Mountain Sword Pavilion has no reason to antagonize the Thousand Tribulations Wanderer over a dead man and a piece of trash. Ye Tianling? Who the hell is he? An ant-like piece of garbage that only you would bother to save. Utterly ridiculous. Utterly moronic!"

Que Xinyan took a deep breath, said nothing more, and hoisted Ye Tianling onto his back. He turned and walked away.

Ye Tianling’s Dragon Soul had been silently watching the entire scene. It locked its gaze fiercely onto the powerful Yin Wankun, but Yin Wankun didn’t sense a thing.

Clearly, the existence of the Dragon Soul was an exceptionally bizarre phenomenon.

Ye Tianling desperately wanted to say, ’Old man Que Xinyan, stop going around begging people. Just give me a little more time, and I’ll wake up and make a full recovery on my own.’

But he had no way of conveying this message.

Que Xinyan spent another ten days traveling before he reached the region of the Myriad Swords Sect.

The Myriad Swords Sect was also located within the sphere of Carefree Main City. It wasn’t particularly far from the Cyan Moon Sword Sect—only about a thousand miles away.

The Myriad Swords Sect was also a rival power of the Cyan Moon Sword Sect.

Before coming to the Myriad Swords Sect, Que Xinyan had considered several other ancient, reclusive sects. However, those sects all had close ties to the ’Tribulation Master’, the Thousand Tribulations Wanderer.

So, Que Xinyan knew what the outcome would be without even having to go.

Now, the Myriad Swords Sect was his only remaining hope.

Arriving at the foot of the mountain where the Myriad Swords Sect was based, Que Xinyan activated a Ten Thousand Swords Talisman.

The Talisman had just been activated when a beautiful woman in a cyan gauze dress materialized before Que Xinyan.

"I know why you’re here. Go away," the woman said. "Ye Tianling’s situation is known throughout the world because of the three-year battle pact between Ye Yuemei and Ye Cangqian. He’s beyond saving. It’s a miracle he’s even lasted this long. Just bury him and let him rest in peace."

The woman’s words were blunt, an immediate rejection.

Que Xinyan was taken aback for a moment, then gave a self-mocking laugh. "I understand your meaning, Fairy Qiu Yu! I, Lord Que, will take my leave. Farewell!"

Que Xinyan clasped his fist, said no more, and turned to leave.