Chapter 394: Missing History
Chapter 394: Missing History
The moment Wang Jian saw it, his expression changed.
"That belongs to the Sword Forge Villa."
"What?"
This time, Yue Mingxuan was completely bewildered.
Something from the Sword Forge Villa?
"There is an identical volume inside the Sword Forge Villa." Wang Jian continued, "I don’t know whether the contents are the same, but I do know that only the Villa Master is permitted to read it."
Yue Mingxuan nodded slowly.
If Silver Needle Sect possessed one copy, and the Sword Forge Villa possessed another, then what about the Flying Opera Group and the Ten Thousand Wisdom Hall?
Could they also possess similar records?
If that were true, then the secrets of The Black Archon might be scattered among all of these organizations.
Perhaps only by gathering every volume together could the complete history finally be revealed.
Yue Mingxuan opened the book, wanting to see what was written inside.
The handwriting on its pages was somewhat blurred and difficult to make out.
He had to exert considerable effort just to decipher portions of the text.
Just as Gongsun Xing had said, the events recorded within concerned the origins of Silver Needle Sect.
However, there was very little written about The Black Archon.
Several pages appeared to have been torn out at some point.
Yue Mingxuan guessed that those missing pages might have contained records explaining why The Black Archon had declined as well as descriptions of its former glory and prosperity.
Unfortunately, those pages had already been removed, leaving Yue Mingxuan unable to learn what they had contained.
At that moment, Wang Jian examined the booklet before saying, "There’s no mistake."
"Hm?"
"This is the one from Sword Forge Villa," Wang Jian said with absolute certainty. "I remember that when I was young and mischievous, I accidentally spilled some gold powder on it."
As he spoke, he pointed toward an extremely inconspicuous spot on the booklet.
"Because of that, my father punished me by forbidding me from eating for three days."
Yue Mingxuan nodded, finding the situation rather unbelievable.
How could something that had originally belonged to Sword Forge Villa suddenly appear on the desk of the former Young Valley Master of Silver Needle Sect?
The matter was indeed highly suspicious, but Yue Mingxuan did not dwell on it.
At this point, investigating such questions no longer seemed particularly meaningful.
What he truly felt now was that he desperately needed the intelligence Tang Youyou was supposed to send back from the Nine Abyssal Gate.
When he thought of Tang Youyou, he could not help feeling guilty toward her.
Originally, this was a task that should have been carried out by him personally, yet Tang Youyou had taken the risk in his place.
If not for Tang Youyou, he might very well have died within the Nine Abyssal Gate by now.
He did not believe that the people of the Nine Abyssal Gate would refrain from taking revenge if they found him vulnerable.
After all, that place was the Nine Abyssal Gate.
The hearts and intentions of the people there were not something he could easily predict.
The Nine Abyssal Gate...
Yue Mingxuan bit down on his lip, forcibly suppressing all the hatred surging within him.
At present, he still lacked the strength necessary to confront the Nine Abyssal Gate directly.
However, he believed that it would not be long before his body fully recovered.
The two cultivation techniques that had merged into one had greatly enhanced his abilities.
Once he completely regained his strength, the Nine Abyssal Gate would no longer be capable of dealing with him.
"The matter of the Nine Abyssal Gate is indeed extremely difficult to handle."
Shang Qinghua let out a sigh.
He was well aware of how terrifying the Nine Abyssal Gate was. Otherwise,
The Black Archon would never have allowed the Nine Abyssal Gate to remain rampant for so many years.
"I wonder how Tang Youyou is doing now."
Yue Mingxuan struggled to sit upright.
He was still in a weakened state and could not afford to become overly emotional.
"If she returns, I’ll have someone bring her to see you. Right now, the only thing you need to do is recover properly."
Shang Qinghua fixed his gaze on Yue Mingxuan and spoke each word carefully and firmly.
Yue Mingxuan smiled.
Shang Qinghua’s reaction was so tense that it seemed somewhat excessive.
It was not as though he had truly suffered any serious injury.
In fact, this misfortune had turned into a blessing in disguise.
The Ninefold Celestial Mystery had already broken through to the eighth level.
Most cultivation techniques probably progressed more slowly the higher one advanced, so Yue Mingxuan felt that his current speed was already quite remarkable.
He had no one else whose cultivation progress he could use as a reference.
He simply felt that his martial abilities should already be considered exceptionally strong.
After reaching level eight of the Ninefold Celestial Mystery, even his attacks had become noticeably sharper and more formidable.
"The Ninefold Celestial Mystery... why is it so miraculous?"
Yue Mingxuan murmured softly.
In truth, he was extremely curious about just how powerful the Ninefold Celestial Mystery could become.
If he managed to cultivate it to level ninths, how powerful would he become?
He did not know.
He simply circulated the unfamiliar yet strangely familiar cultivation method within his body while imagining the changes that might await him.
"Master! Master!"
Just as Yue Mingxuan was concentrating on his cultivation, he suddenly seemed to hear someone calling for him.
He raised his eyes to look.
To his surprise, it was Yue Juhua.
"Yue Juhua?"
Seeing her there left him somewhat puzzled.
Shouldn’t Yue Juhua be staying inside the imperial palace right now?
Why had she appeared here?
Moreover, Yue Juhua looked extremely flustered.
Her entire appearance radiated panic and urgency.
What exactly had happened?
Yue Mingxuan could not understand it, but Yue Juhua’s expression made it obvious that something serious had occurred.
"Tell me what happened. Take your time and speak slowly. Don’t panic."
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