"Senior brother, senior brother, what's my master's name?" Jiang Yinyin asked, her face full of curiosity.
"Ying Xuanzi."
"Then are you the eldest, senior brother?"
"No. I have two senior sisters above me. They're also Master's daughters. One is Ying Xiaoxiao, and the other is Ying Huanhuan. They're both very beautiful."
"Oh, then why aren't you called Ying Yi, senior brother?"
Fang Yi smiled. "Because I'm not Master's birth son."
Once he became conscious, he had insisted on changing his name to Fang Yi.
Ying Xuanzi had strongly opposed it at first. After all, he had adopted Fang Yi, so Fang Yi should have taken the surname Ying.
But Fang Yi had been adamant.
If Fang Yi had been the only one insisting, that would have been one thing, but even Ying Huanhuan and Ying Xiaoxiao had supported his taking the surname Fang.
Ying Xuanzi, who adored his daughters, could only agree.
At first, Fang Yi had simply been happy that Ying Xiaoxiao and Ying Huanhuan supported him. But after certain things happened, he had begun to suspect they simply didn't want to share a surname with him.
Hearing Fang Yi's words, Jiang Yinyin couldn't help asking, "Don't you have a father and mother, senior brother?"
Fang Yi reached out and rapped Jiang Yinyin on the forehead with a bent finger.
"Hey, watch what you say. I just haven't found my father and mother. That doesn't mean I don't have them."
At least, he didn't know in this life. Even Ying Xuanzi had been unable to find out. He had no idea whether he had transmigrated into a fetus, reincarnated, or transmigrated and seized someone else's body.
When he became aware, he was already a baby.
So he had no father, no mother, and an invincible body.
Jiang Yinyin hurriedly covered her forehead and rubbed the spot where Fang Yi had rapped her.
"Yinyin said the wrong thing. Sorry, senior brother! It's just that Yinyin doesn't have a mother either."
When Fang Yi heard Jiang Yinyin say that she didn't have a mother either, his heart softened, and a ray of cyan light fell on her forehead.
"Oh, it doesn't hurt anymore." Jiang Yinyin discovered that her forehead no longer hurt. How amazing!
"Then do you miss your father and mother, senior brother?"
"Not really. At least Old Man Ying gave me plenty of fatherly love."
Fang Yi didn't actually feel much about his parents. After all, he had already been an adult in his previous life.
Only, his gaze grew a little distant.
He was thinking of his parents from his previous life. He didn't know whether he would ever be able to return in this life.
Jiang Yinyin suddenly rose onto her toes and stretched out her hand, but she was too short. She kept trying to reach his head but couldn't, and said anxiously, "Senior brother, senior brother, hurry and lower your head!"
"What is it?"
Fang Yi half-squatted so that he was level with Jiang Yinyin.
Jiang Yinyin stroked Fang Yi's head and said, "Whenever I miss Mother, Sister strokes my head like this and says Mother will protect us from somewhere we can't see."
"Your father and mother must be doing the same, senior brother!"
Fang Yi froze for a moment. Then his customary smile returned to his face. "It seems Yinyin understands a lot!"
"Of course!"
Jiang Yinyin nodded her little head vigorously.
Fang Yi straightened up and reached out to tousle Jiang Yinyin's hair. The smile on his face gradually faded into a calm expression as he gazed into the distance.
Otherworldly Demon Emperor, it seems you have to die.
How dare you hurt my adorable little junior sister!
Even if it was in my previous life, she was still my junior sister.
At that moment, Jiang Lei and Jiang Xue hurried back. They saw Fang Yi and Jiang Yinyin, who had been a little unfamiliar with each other before, standing together and talking with smiles on their faces.
"Young sect master, the martial hall's disciples have all been sent away. As you instructed, we can go find the Great Devil Sect."
"Mm, let's go, then."
Fang Yi nodded slightly. His tone was no longer as gentle as before; instead, it was utterly indifferent.
Jiang Lei and Jiang Xue exchanged a glance. Why did it feel as though the pressure around the young sect master had dropped so much?
But they didn't dare ask.
The four turned into five-colored streams of light and flew toward the depths of Great Desolation Commandery. Jiang Yinyin, whose hand Fang Yi was holding, saw where they were headed. She was fairly familiar with Great Desolation Commandery.
"Senior brother, isn't this the way to the Great Desolate Ancient Tablet?"
"Mm. We're going to see someone."
Fang Yi smiled. He wasn't particularly interested in the Great Desolate Sect's inheritance. Although the Great Desolation Emperor had been at the Peak Samsara Stage at the very least, his master was also at the Peak Samsara Stage.
Its strongest martial art was merely the Great Desolate Prison Heavenly Finger, which was only a spirit martial art even after being strengthened.
He planned to ask the Black-Eyed Elder whether he could give him the Devouring Ancestral Symbol.
The Devouring Ancestral Symbol was also a condensation of the laws of heaven and earth, so gaining some insight into it would be worthwhile. He wondered whether he could comprehend the Great Devouring Art from it.
If not, the Kunpeng Precious Technique would be good too.
After all, the Devouring Ancestral Symbol seemed to have a close connection to the Kunpeng, and the Kunpeng Clan were descendants of the Lord of Devouring.
In other words, the Lord of Devouring was very likely a Kunpeng.
"Er, young sect master, it doesn't seem to be time for the Great Desolate Ancient Tablet to open yet..." Jiang Lei reminded him quietly from the side.
The Great Desolate Ancient Tablet opened once every three years. Even a Nirvana Realm expert couldn't tear it open.
"Once I'm there, it'll open."
If Fang Yi couldn't open it, there was still Martial Uncle Mo. A Death Profound Realm expert could definitely open it; after all, someone at the Nirvana Realm had slipped inside back then.
The Black-Eyed Elder had left a portion of his power behind, but that power was meant to suppress that fellow from the Ninth King Hall.
As long as they weren't Yimo, he probably couldn't be bothered to pay them any attention.
"Er... all right!"
Extraordinary people did extraordinary things. Jiang Lei understood that too. What might be an impossibly difficult problem for them, before certain experts...
Was as easy as turning over a hand.
By the time they reached the Great Desolate Ancient Plain, dawn was just breaking.
Although it still wasn't time for the Great Desolate Ancient Tablet to open, people had already gathered here. They came and went, making for quite a lively scene.
It was easy to imagine how grand the scene would be when it opened.
An ancient stone tablet nearly a thousand zhang tall stood silently in the deepest part of the Great Desolate Ancient Plain.
A vast, ancient air of timeworn vicissitude spread from it, seemingly allowing people to sense the might of that ancient sect in its prime.
The ancient tablet stood on the plain like a stairway connecting heaven and earth, majestic and imposing, ancient and weathered.
"Was it modeled after the Great Desolation Tablet?"
Fang Yi looked at the ancient tablet and sensed wisps of a somewhat familiar presence. He had made a deal with the Tablet Spirit in the sect, and so had comprehended the Great Desolation Scripture.
The tablet was filled with desolate fluctuations, somewhat similar to those of the Great Desolation Tablet, though not as strong.
"Mm, it was indeed erected in imitation of the Great Desolation Tablet. It seems this ancient sect had some substance to it back then."
An aged voice sounded from within the five-colored light, startling Jiang Yinyin and the others. Only then did they notice that an elderly man in coarse linen robes had appeared beside them, his face aged.
They thought he was some formidable enemy, but Fang Yi showed no reaction. Instead, he asked, "Martial Uncle Mo, can you break the seal inside?"
"It won't be difficult, but there are often other unpredictable things inside these ancient sects. Do you want to go in?"
Gu Mo's tone was grave. When this ancient sect had still existed, it should have been no weaker than the Dao Sect.
Though ten thousand years had passed and the seal had long since weakened, these seals were only the outermost test. There were certainly other things inside.
"Mm."
Fang Yi nodded.
He had a fair amount of faith in the Black-Eyed Elder's character.
Or rather, with someone who had earned an Ancestral Talisman's recognition, one could question his minor virtues, but not his greater integrity.
Not to mention...
He carried the presence of the Great Desolation Tablet. Since the Black-Eyed Elder had fought alongside the Great Desolation Emperor back then, he would surely be familiar with it.
"All right. Do you need me to go in with you?"
"No. Please stay outside and look after them for me, Martial Uncle Mo."
"All right."