Chapter 722: Chapter 555: Hundred Demons Coffin Clothes_2
The Young Master gave a carefree smile and straightened his body slightly, not rising to his feet as he accepted Yang Xiao’s bow.
After resolving the matter of the Soul-Capturing Mirror, the Old Clan Leader led Yang Xiao out, and until they left the room, passing through that door, the Young Master remained seated, merely watching the two depart.
Back in the gloomy and dim corridor, Yang Xiao finally let out a breath without a sound; he had felt extremely oppressed in that room.
There had been three people when they arrived, but now there were only Yang Xiao and the Old Clan Leader left. The old man in the long robe silently stayed behind, guarding outside that door.
The Old Clan Leader brought Yang Xiao back to his study and, with a smile, said, "Yang, the matter of the Mirror Ghost has found a resolution. You settle down in the Academy for now, and I will help you find a suitable place to take care of the Mirror Ghost."
"That would be deeply appreciated, I’ll always remember the grace of the Old Clan Leader’s assistance!" Yang Xiao said with surprise and gratitude, bowing with his fists clasped.
"Old Clan Leader, may I return to where I was staying before?" Yang Xiao inquired, "I have friends waiting for my message."
"Of course."
As soon as the words were spoken, the Old Clan Leader stretched out his hand and tore a rift in the space beside him; in the blink of an eye, their figures vanished. In the mere blink of an eye, Yang Xiao was back in his apartment, in his own room.
The furnishings inside the room were still as he had left them. "Yang, please do not speak of the recent events to anyone outside," the Old Clan Leader, standing beside him, said.
"Rest assured, Old Clan Leader, I will keep my lips sealed!" The third-ranked figure in the Academy, the vice-seat of the Elder Council, Han Jun, was a spy. If the news got out, it would severely damage Ru Lin Academy’s reputation. Yang Xiao understood the gravity of the situation very clearly.
Moreover, there was that young Young Master who seemed to know everything. He was certainly no ordinary person, and Yang Xiao could not share information about him either.
"Settle down for now, and once you’re ready, I will send someone to notify you." The Old Clan Leader didn’t waste further words. The next second, he tore open a spatial rift and disappeared.
After all the commotion, Yang Xiao was also tired. He drew back the curtains to see the sky outside pitch-black. Taking out his phone, he compared the time since he entered on the mission and found a full 24 hours had passed since he left the apartment.
There were over a dozen missed calls on his phone and a pile of text messages. A few were from Yang Cha, but the rest were from Tong Han.
Yang Xiao sent messages to both, telling them he was alright and not to worry. After sending a reassuring message, he tore open a box of instant noodles and wolfed them down.
Since he was unsure whether the Old Clan Leader had actually left, Yang Xiao did not immediately take out the Drama Robe to check. He planned to wait until he had left Ru Lin Academy.
Anyhow, it seemed that finally there was a resolution for the Mirror Ghost that had been troubling him. However, this trip to the Academy had truly been full of peril; Venerable Jile, the Initial Fruit Arhat of the Black Buddha Mother Sect, and the Xiu Sect Master at the end, each one more problematic and tougher to handle than the last.
As he thought all this, the face of that Young Master suddenly popped into Yang Xiao’s mind. This man was highly learned and exuded an air of nobility, and his true identity aroused great curiosity in Yang Xiao.
Deeply interested in the man’s identity, Yang Xiao observed the way the Young Master conducted himself with the Old Clan Leader; he didn’t seem like someone from the Academy. After all, the Old Clan Leader was the head of the Confucianism Yang Family, and in terms of status and seniority, even the Academy head would have to show junior’s respects in his presence. Moreover, judging from the living environment, it felt more like he was a prisoner under surveillance.
Having imprisoned this person in the underground of his own study, one could deduce the person’s importance, and the vision and capabilities of this young master were incredibly rare; such a character was certainly not an unknown nobody.
Furthermore, that deadpan, long-robed elder was likely specifically assigned to guard this person. Yang Xiao had a feeling that the elder’s true strength was probably not inferior to Han Jun’s.
After filling his stomach, the dizzy sensation caused by the massive consumption of spiritual power attacked him again. Yang Xiao’s head felt heavy, and he was too lazy to even wash up before collapsing onto the bed and falling into a deep sleep as the world seemed to turn upside down.
After an indeterminate amount of time, a shadow cast upon the wall slowly rose. It regarded the sleeping Yang Xiao, who was out like a slab of pork, for a moment before gradually dissipating.
Not long afterwards, in a secluded stone mansion within the Ru Lin Academy, deep underground, a thick iron door was pushed open. The young master who had been intent on his reading at the desk raised his head as if expecting the visitor, and with a faint smile, greeted, "Old Clan Leader, you’ve come again."
"That garment... Are you sure it poses no problem?" The Old Clan Leader had assumed a different complexion and demeanor, his words as firm as iron.
"If you don’t trust me, you could simply kill him and seize that garment for your own use, then wouldn’t you know?" The young master was not annoyed, putting down the book in his hand and speaking with a calm as though discussing a trivial matter.
"How would my Confucian Yang Family be any different from you Evil Cultivators if we did such a thing?" The Old Clan Leader scoffed coldly, "Moreover, this person has shown kindness to me. If it hadn’t been for him stepping in to block that ghost at the last moment, the consequences would have been unpredictable. Our Confucian Yang Family does not return good with evil."
The Old Clan Leader vividly remembered, when he had awakened from his restraints, the ghost had vanished, presumably restricted by that Magic Artifact he always kept as a last resort. Meanwhile, Yang Xiao lay battered in the space between where he and the Old Ghost had stood, so grievously wounded it was unbearable to witness, barely clinging to life. However, at that time, the mission world had already completely collapsed, leaving him no time to search for the Old Ghost’s Magic Artifact.
Hearing this, the young master couldn’t help but clap, "The Old Clan Leader is truly loyal and righteous. I am impressed. Now I believe it wasn’t your Ru Lin Academy that caused the disappearance of the former head of Ling Academy and his entourage. Otherwise..." The young master chuckled, "If you had really captured that old head of the academy, there would be no need to come asking me about that treasure."
"We have an agreement. I won’t kill you, but you must help me decipher the clue brought by Ling Academy. Once that’s done, I’ll immediately let you leave," the Old Clan Leader said with a chilling voice.
At that, the young master suddenly laughed, "Leave to where, another world?"
"You don’t trust me?" The Old Clan Leader furrowed his brow.
"Huh—" The young master let out a sigh, slowly rolling up his pant leg to reveal a dark anklet. The anklet tightly bound his ankle and anchored him to the iron chair on the floor, "You’re willing to use an Immortal Restraining Lock, a Netherworld-level Magic Artifact, to bind me, and even appointed a guardian at the peak of Ghost Level to guard me. Now that I am a prisoner, how can I not trust you?"
"Hmph," the Old Clan Leader chuckled lightly, "Nor can I be too careful, considering you are no ordinary person. The venerable Sect Master of the Resentment Sect, you infiltrated our Small Book Collection Pavilion in Ru Lin Academy ten years ago, killed five of my Guardian Elders, and even my son Yang Yunluo, a newly emerged expert of the Netherworld Realm, was no match for you. At that time, you had barely stepped into the Netherworld Realm yourself; your talent is the highest among the younger generation I’ve seen in years."
"What’s the use of that, I’ve still been captured by you," the young master laughed shaking his head, "It’s also my fault for being greedy for a moment, truly thinking that the Ling Academy case was your doing. That’s why I snuck in during the night, hoping to steal that ancient text, but unfortunately..."
"I possess the ability to never forget anything I’ve seen, unfortunately the people from Ling Academy also greatly valued that ancient text, only allowing me to examine half of it. However, I have already told you everything I remember from that half. You’ve had access to a thousand ancient texts treasured in the academy over the years. I am unable to penetrate that clue, but I believe you can," the Old Clan Leader looked at the young master’s face with more admiration, "As far as I’m concerned, in this world, only two people could surpass you in discerning treasures. The first is the now-missing old head of Ling Academy, the second is the current Store Manager of the Chamber of Commerce. Apart from these two, you would be the best."
"In combat, you are no match for me, but when it comes to the skill of discerning treasures, even two of me would fall short of you," the Old Clan Leader earnestly said.
"Blood-red in color, thin as a cicada’s wing, soft to the touch as if skin, with Hundred Demons attached, stirring it brings the Ghost Coffin alongside, as one of the innate nine treasures known as the Hundred Demons Coffin Clothes," the Old Clan Leader recalled a passage gleaned from that ancient text.
