"There are nine Origin Crystals in total. This old man ended up in such a state over just one of them."
Seeing the faint, knowing smile in Ye Lin's eyes, the old man sighed and pointed at his wounds.
"My clan has guarded the place where the Sword Saint fell for generations. The locations of the nine Origin Crystals have been passed down through every generation, so naturally, I know their exact whereabouts."
"However, the locations of the Origin Crystals were occupied by outsiders not long ago. They have no fewer than nine Quasi-Saints and three Daluo Golden Immortals at the peak."
"They killed many of my clansmen and are frantically gathering the Origin Crystals. These injuries of mine were inflicted by them."
"Now, this old man can tell you where the Origin Crystals are. But if you want to find them, you must help this old man take revenge—help my clansmen take revenge."
"I wonder, young friend, do you dare go?"
After the old man finished speaking, Ye Lin's expression grew solemn.
He gave the old man before him a deep look, then silently stepped back.
He already knew this old fellow's purpose.
Borrowing a knife to kill.
First, he used a supreme treasure to whet their appetites, stirring immense interest in their hearts, before throwing out his true purpose.
Using profit to borrow their blades and kill his enemies.
Three Daluo Golden Immortals at the peak, nine Quasi-Saints of the Third Heaven.
That was a force not to be underestimated.
Though Ye Lin was tempted by that inheritance, he still had to weigh his own strength.
Ye Lin slowly retreated, then began discussing matters with the three behind him.
What should they do?
"What do you think? Do we do it or not?"
Ye Lin looked at the