Su Changyu was a little dumbstruck.

He suddenly discovered that Ye Ping had gone missing.

All of a sudden, Su Changyu froze in shock.

“Where’s Patron Ye?”

Kong Hai was also a little curious as he looked around, only to realize that Ye Ping was nowhere to be found.

‘It’s over!’

“Oh dear.”

“Oh dear.”

‘Ye Ping has gone missing.’

Su Changyu was already dumbfounded.

If Ye Ping disappeared, he felt that he would be skinned alive by Daoist Tai Hua.

‘No, it’s not going to be as simple as being skinned alive. Everyone in the sect is not going to let me off.’

‘Ye Ping, Junior Brother Ye Ping, where did you go?’

‘I’ll teach you the Supreme Sword Dao, hurry up and come back.’

Su Changyu’s spirits were dampened, and he was at a loss for words.

Sensing that Su Changyu was silent, Kong Hai couldn’t help but speak up slowly.

“I think Patron Ye is blessed. He definitely wouldn’t encounter any danger, don’t worry, Patron Su.”

He comforted Su Changyu.

Su Changyu couldn’t help but take a deep breath and asked, “Venerable Kong Hai, can you accompany me to search for my little Junior Brother?”

Su Changyu knew that he couldn’t panic now and that he had to calm down.

However, Su Changyu was mostly worried about Ye Ping. If anything happened to Ye Ping, Su Changyu could never get over the guilt regardless of what Daoist Tai Hua would do to him.

Regardless of whether Ye Ping was a genius or not, the only thing he knew was that Ye Ping was his junior brother so he naturally didn’t want anything to happen to him.

“Okay.”

Kong Hai answered.

“Thank you, Venerable One.”

Su Changyu calmed himself down and proceeded to scout the surroundings, trying to find Ye Ping’s whereabouts based on footprints or whatever traces he could find.

Just like that, the two figures also gradually disappeared.

At this moment, something major happened in the ancient city of Qingzhou hundreds of meters away too.

With the arrival of the Qingzhou Sword Dao Meet, many cultivators gathered in the ancient city of Qingzhou.

There were merchants, spectators, and tourists, all of whom made the ancient city of Qingzhou very crowded.

At the east gate of the ancient city, there was a priority lane for the disciples who were going to participate in the meet, so as to prevent delays in the meet.

However, at the East City Gate.

A young man set up a sword platform and greeted his peers.

It was a common practice for every Qingzhou Sword Dao Meet. Whenever the meet was about to begin, they would greet their peers with the sword and warm up in advance.

Secondly, it was to increase one’s prestige.

After all, the rules of the sword platform were very strict, and once a sword platform was set up, one must accept all battles without refusal or breaks.

In other words, a tournament was permitted and those who won ten rounds in a row would receive a special reward from the ancient city of Qingzhou.

After all, those who could win ten rounds in a row were definitely young and outstanding elites.

Hence, whenever someone set up a sword platform outside the city of Qingzhou, it would definitely attract plenty of spectators.

However, the only difference this time was that someone set up a sword platform at the passage.

The meaning was very simple.

The person who defeated him would be able to take that passage, otherwise, they would have to use another passage.

That attracted the attention of countless cultivators.

Setting up the sword platform and a passage was a rare behavior.

The passage of the Qingzhou ancient city led to the main street and taking the passage would bring a lot of attention to oneself.

Well, most young people liked attention and looking like they were impressive.

However, the passage was intercepted, which angered a lot of cultivators.

What shocked the cultivators of Qingzhou was that the young man, who looked only 17 or 18 years old but had extremely strong swordsmanship, had fought 36 intense battles without getting defeated even once.

All of a sudden, there was a huge uproar in the ancient city and all the channels were blocked, barely leaving any space for the other challengers.

Just 15 minutes ago, there was finally an elite swordsman from Qingzhou.

He was from the Four Thunder Swordsmanship Sect.

He was the best elite of Qinghzou.

All of a sudden, many discussions broke out, thus attracting the attention of many.

At the east entrance.

Tens of thousands of cultivators formed a human wall, and there were even thousands of figures in the sky who were riding their flying swords and watching the battle.

“I’m Wang Jian of the Four Thunder Swordsmanship Sect, please enlighten me.”

At the entrance of the city.

Clad in the Daoist robe of the Four Thunder Swordsmanship Sect, Wang Jian held a silver flying sword in his hand and looked at the teenager in front of him with a gleaming gaze.

The handsome teenager seemed to be 17 or 18 years old, but there was some coldness in his eyes.

He was wearing a starry, black robe that made him look aloof and cold.

Unlike Su Changyu’s aloofness of an expert, this teenager seemed indifferent and cold, as if everything in heaven and earth were insignificant to him.

The teenager didn’t say anything and simply drew his sword coldly.

In an instant, Wang Jian could not help but frown.

However, he did not say anything in the end and simply made a move.

Boom!

A thunderbolt sounded.

Without hesitation, Wang Jian executed the Four Thunder Sword Technique, and his sword roared loudly with the momentum and might of thunder.

Clang!

In an instant, the teenager immediately attacked with his sword and his terrifying sword momentum appeared, as if the dark night had arrived.

Two flying swords collided, sending Wang Jian flying while his sword darted out of his hand.

He had been defeated.

He was directly defeated.

After a collision, he lost.

At this moment, the whole venue was silent.

Tens of thousands of cultivators looked at this scene in shock.

Wang Jian was a famous Sword Daoist in Qingzhou who was under the tutelage of a certain elder of the Four Thunder Swordsmanship Sect. The elder used to be a top swordsman of Qingzhou back then.

However, he didn’t expect him to be unable to withstand the face-off.

At this moment, Wang Jian also froze, knowing that the teenager in front of him was very strong. However, he didn’t expect that he couldn’t even take a single blow from the other party.

It was rather outrageous.

“That’s all the Four Thunder Swordsmanship Sect has to offer.”

After defeating Wang Jian, the teenager did not have the slightest bit of complacency or joy. In fact, his eyes were full of emptiness.

He didn’t show any contempt and merely felt emotional.

All of a sudden, everyone could not help but be silent.

Everyone looked at the teenager with their gazes full of envy and jealousy.

Male cultivators were filled with jealousy, while female cultivators were staring at him fondly. They turned to look at him, but unfortunately, they didn’t know what his name was. Otherwise, they would have shouted his name.

“Hmph, what are you being smug for? Don’t you just know how to perform some sword techniques?”

“Yeah, why is he so arrogant? The Four Thunder Swordsmanship Sect is not that impressive. What’s so wonderful about bullying a disciple? If he has what it takes, he should go fight with Daoist Siji.”

“Exactly, exactly, why are young people these days so brazen?”

“Seriously? Do people think that’s suave?”

Some people couldn’t help but mock.

However, soon, there were other voices as well.

“Honestly, is it not?”

“Frankly speaking, it’s quite suave.”

“That’s not suave? Why don’t you replace him?”

‘I’m so sour about it.’

“Damn, why is there such a hunky man in Qingzhou Sword Dao Meet? The elites of the Four Thunder Swordsmanship Sect can’t stand such an attack?”

“It seems that someone will clinch first place at the Qingzhou Dao Meet.”

“Not necessarily, it is said that there are mysterious rewards in the Qingzhou Sword Dao Meet this time that will probably attract a lot of true experts.”

The discussions sounded and most of them were male cultivators. Some were envious and some were jealous.

Soon, the female cultivators spoke up.

“Wow, he’s so handsome.”

“Why don’t I have such a good-looking Junior Brother?”

“He’s totally my type, I can’t stand this any longer. Can you guys go and help me to ask him where his master is from?”

A female cultivator said.

In an instant, it made countless male cultivators even more jealous.

Just like that, seven days passed in the blink of an eye.

There were still less than twenty days to go before the Qingzhou Sword Dao Meet.

The teenager at the city gate had already won a hundred battles in a row.

Word about him spread like wildfire, attracting experts from everywhere.

At the same time, two figures shuttled through the Linhe Ghost Grave.

Su Changyu and Kong Hai had been looking for Ye Ping the past few days.

However, after searching for seven days, they still couldn’t find Ye Ping.

That made Su Changyu feel more and more anxious.

“Patron Su, do you find it strange?”

While walking in the mountains, Kong Hai frowned and pondered about something.

“What’s strange?”

Su Changyu didn’t find anything strange.

“We’ve been in the Linhe Ghost Grave for seven days, but we haven’t encountered a single resentful spirit yet. That doesn’t seem to make sense.”

Kong Hai frowned.

There were lonely ghosts everywhere in the Linhe Ghost Grave. Although they might not necessarily meet one every step they took, it was absurd for them to encounter none in seven days.

Hearing Kong Hai’s words, Su Changyu couldn’t help but be surprised.

‘Right!’

‘We haven’t encountered a single resentful spirit in seven days.’

‘Isn’t this the Linhe Ghost Grave?’

‘Where are the ghosts?’

‘Have they all been exterminated?’

“Venerable One, what do you think?”

Su Changyu asked calmly.

“I suspect that there might have been a new Ghost King who devoured all the menacing ghosts.”

Kong Hai answered.

‘Ghost King?’

Su Changyu’s expression changed.

However, before he could answer, a miserable cry sounded abruptly.

“Help! Help me!”

Two figures soon appeared.