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Chapter 100 Red Prince Xiao Yu

Long Ye retracted his palm, turned around, looked at the monk in his fluttering white robes above, and said, "Is that him?"

"He’s exactly the same as rumoured." The frail young master straightened his sleeves and said loudly, "A guest has come from afar. I hope to visit Sect Leader Ye!"

Ye Anshi looked down at him with a slight smile in his eyes. "How far away? For what purpose has the guest come?"

The frail young master smiled and said, "Over a thousand miles away, from Heavenly Revelations Imperial City. To come see the Sect Leader."

"Just to see me?" Ye Anshi seemed to lose interest, looking up at the fading light in the distance of the sky thoughtfully. "Then you have seen me. You can go now."

The frail young master shook his head. "I have not seen him yet."

"Oh?" Ye Anshi reached out with his right hand and swept aside the snowflakes.

The frail young master said slowly, "Buddha said: If there is heart but no meeting, a meeting is born from the heart. If there is a meeting without heart, then the meeting is destroyed by the heart. I have only seen the Sect Leader, but not the Sect Leader’s heart. I have not met him.”

"You want to see my heart?" Ye Anshi suddenly flicked his right hand, and the snowflakes condensed into an icicle, hurtling towards the frail young master.

The man in black with the titan blade was standing next to the young master and he waved the blade in his hand expressionlessly, crushing the icicle with one blow. The icy debris went flying, but the young master didn’t bat an eyelid, still looking up at Ye Anshi.

"Do you know my previous name?" Ye Anshi asked him.

"Wuxin." The young master replied slowly.

Ye Anshi suddenly turned around, and walked into that Langyue Paradise.

Long Ye and Yan Sen exchanged a glance. Yan Sen leaned over and picked up the young master, and the four of them hurriedly swept up the mountainside. Before long, they came to the doorway of Langyue Paradise. Yan Sen put the young master down and asked, "Young master, shall we?"

"Enter." The young master stepped forward, leading the way.

The four of them entered Langyue Paradise, and they suddenly felt warm. It was only a mere one zhang difference, but it was as if they entered a different world. One zhang out was all ice and snow, but one zhang in was warm like spring. In Langyue Paradise, there were rows and rows of bookshelves. Furthest away, there was a pot of fragrant tea brewing, a sandalwood furnace, and a fluffy white tiger skin on the ground. Ye Anshi lay there lazily, and the few people in front of him could only think of an odd phrase.

Elegant and lavish.

This phrase should not have been suitable to describe a small cave in a land of ice and snow, nor to describe a man. But they all thought of the same phrase.

"This man appears to be an old friend." Ye Anshi raised his head and looked at the man in black, whose blade was strapped to his back.

"The lunar maiden bids with a smile, the nether duke kills in fury. This is Ming Hou. You have indeed met him before, and you helped him to regain the memory others erased from him," the frail young master said slowly.

Ming Hou unbuckled the titan blade that was as big as a door panel from his back, and stuck it into the ground without speaking.

"But looking at him now, he doesn\'t seem to remember anything at all." Ye Anshi frowned slightly.

"Yes. Ming Hou was seriously injured. Back then, when Yue Ji brought him to me, he was almost dead," the young master said.

"But although he’s not dead now, he has become a medicine man." Ye Anshi picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip. "He has completely lost his awareness, and now, I suppose he only listens to your orders."

"Everything has a price. If he wants to save his own life, he has to pay a certain price," the young master said with a laugh.

"It\'s a pity that I don\'t know that martial arts anymore. I can\'t help you again." Ye Anshi sighed and stopped looking at Ming Hou. "As for you, now you can talk about why you came to see me. "

"My surname is Xiao." The young master sat opposite Ye Anshi and picked up a teacup.

"Such a coincidence. I have a friend whose surname is also Xiao." Ye Anshi had an ambiguous smile on his mouth.

The young master picked up the tea cup and tipped his head to take a sip. His face changed slightly, and he was slightly surprised. "This is wine?"

Ye Anshi poured himself another cup. "Wine or tea, is it important? Surely, it’s not more important than being emperor?"

"It seems that you already know who I am." The young master put down the teacup, his face flushed slightly. He didn’t seem to hold his alcohol well.

Ye Anshi began slowly, "The Red Prince, Xiao Yu, Mingde Emperor’s seventh prince, and among all of Mingde Emperor’s princes, the one who is the most refined and lofty, whose appearance is like that of a prince of poetry and wine. But, for so many years, he has secretly been in contact with Outerheaven. Before I returned to the Sect, you were in close contact with White-Haired Immortal and Violet Marquis. As for the matter of my returning to the Sect, you also had a hand in the arrangements. You made it look as if Violet Marquis and White-Haired Immortal were the ones who retrieved me, but behind the scenes, you sent a lot of people to secretly get rid of many martial experts who’d intended to hem me in. Moreover, you have an even more secretive status. You are the godson of Luo Qingyang, the Solitary Sword Immortal."

The frail young master who turned out to be Beili\'s prince originally nodded while listening, smiling slightly, as if he was not surprised that Ye Anshi knew this, until Ye Anshi finished the last sentence, and his eyes flashed in surprise. "You know?"

Ye Anshi did not answer his question. "Although White-Haired Immortal and Violet Marquis were supporting you from the shadows, they were caught in the constant chaos within Outerheaven. So, you wanted to send me back here and take control of Outerheaven, as is my right as the young sect leader. Then, with me as your puppet, White-Haired Immortal and Violet Marquis will be in control. Finally, Outerheaven and the entire Demonic Cult will be under your influence."

"Yes, everything you said is correct." Xiao Yu nodded. "But I didn’t expect your abilities would exceed beyond my imagination, and within a few short months, you have completely controlled Outerheaven. That\'s why I made this trip from a thousand miles away. I hope to form an alliance with you."

"Why should I form an alliance with you?" Ye Anshi gently swirled the teacup in his hand.

"My surname is Xiao, but my mother\'s surname is Yi." Xiao Yu looked at Ye Anshi.

Ye Anshi stilled his hand, and a faraway look entered his eyes suddenly, so much so that he didn\'t look like himself.

"That year, they found her hairpin by the lake, but they couldn’t find her. Everyone thought she threw herself into the lake and died. I thought so at first too. But if she really died, why did Father not show grief, but only anger? And he suddenly started practicing his sword every day and every night without stopping. Later, when Father was drunk once, I found out that she’d returned to the man she once loved." Ye Anshi looked towards Xiao Yu and said, "I only remember her surname, Yi, but forgot her name."

"Yi Wenjun," Xiao Yu said softly.

"Such an unfamiliar name. For you, for me, and even for herself, it’s truly an unfamiliar name." Ye Anshi sighed. "What is the name she’s best known by?"

“Lady Consort Xuan,” Xiao Yu answered.

Ye Anshi smiled and looked down at Xiao Yu, a mocking smile between his eyebrows. "So you’re my younger brother?"

Xiao Yu shook his head.

Ye Anshi was taken aback for a moment. "I guessed wrong."

"My mother left with Ye Dingzhi when I was one year old, and only later gave birth to you. You didn\'t guess wrong, but the order was reversed. I am 19 years old this year. I’m your older brother!" Xiao Yu grinned a little smugly.