Supernatural Insight Eyes-Chapter 968 - 0 Night of Fright! (Second Update)

Jin’er’s words left Ye Qiu slightly surprised. As expected, she truly lived up to being the young lady of an ancient clan—her sharp intuition allowed her to discern Huan’er’s underlying meaning and step forward to offer an explanation on his behalf.

Upon hearing these words, Huan’er’s face still carried a trace of unrelenting anger, but Tang Surou’s tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed. Though she did not smile, Ye Qiu could tell that Tang Surou was somewhat pleased.

"What is Ye Nephew discussing with my daughter?" Before long, Tang Heshan appeared and chuckled.

Setting aside the matter of the five maidservants for now, Ye Qiu shifted his focus and began conversing with Tang Heshan.

This time, Ye Qiu had come to the Tang clan intending to gather some information from Tang Heshan regarding the recent actions of the Ji clan.

However, from Tang Heshan’s words, Ye Qiu didn’t hear the information he was hoping for. It seemed that the Ji clan’s movements were known to very few, suggesting that something significant must be concealed within. Otherwise, why all the secrecy?

As Ye Qiu pondered the purpose behind the Ji clan’s actions, he continued responding to Tang Heshan’s remarks.

Toward the end of their conversation, Tang Heshan steered the topic back to the Emperor-level opportunity Ye Qiu had once obtained.

Tang Heshan’s words hinted at a desire for Ye Qiu to share this opportunity with the Tang clan, offering that the Tang clan was willing to assist Ye Qiu in establishing himself within the ancient lands. frёeωebɳovel.com

Ye Qiu smiled and declined. It wasn’t just about whether the Tang clan had the ability or dared to challenge the three great ancient clans; the alchemy manual itself was something he could never hand over to anyone. It was the cornerstone of his survival. If that manual were to spread, the number of alchemists in the ancient lands would rise, inevitably impacting his relationship with Yun Shang Palace. At that point, he would truly find himself besieged on all fronts.

"Alright, I won’t force Ye Nephew. But should you ever change your mind, the Tang clan will always welcome you," Tang Heshan said.

Ye Qiu nodded. Finally, under the farewells of Tang Heshan and Tang Surou, Ye Qiu departed from the Tang clan with his five maidservants.

"Su Rou, do you know what I just discussed with him?" Tang Heshan asked.

Tang Surou shook her head. Tang Heshan replied indifferently, "I was thinking of betrothing you to him, provided he agreed to share that Emperor-level opportunity with our Tang clan."

Tang Surou froze in place. Was her father truly willing to gamble away her happiness for the sake of that Emperor-level opportunity?

Tang Heshan noticed the displeasure on his daughter’s face but did not explain himself. Instead, he asked, "Do you know what answer he gave me?"

Tang Surou’s gaze focused sharply. Though she disliked Ye Qiu’s actions, at this moment, she was more eager to hear Ye Qiu’s response from her father.

Tang Surou nodded slightly.

Tang Heshan sighed heavily, "He refused outright!"

Tang Surou stood frozen in place, hearing only her father’s laughter echoing: "Now you understand your position in his heart, don’t you? Su Rou, never trust any man. I know you regard him highly—you might even harbor feelings for him. But what about him? Didn’t you see the five maidservants by his side?"

"Surely, you know what most ancient clans buy women from the slave markets for. Do you really think Ye Qiu would be a rare exception to the rule, untainted by corruption?"

Tang Heshan burst into laughter several times, choosing not to say more, hoping his daughter would reflect deeply on the matter.

From the Tang clan’s estate back to his own courtyard, Ye Qiu was seen sitting on a stone chair in the courtyard, lost in thought. Jin’er approached, carrying a platter of fruit, and gently placed it on the stone table.

Ye Qiu’s eyes shifted slightly, returning to focus. Jin’er couldn’t help but ask, "Is the Young Master thinking of someone?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Jin’er’s sixth sense," she replied.

Ye Qiu chuckled, "You guessed correctly."

"Let me guess again—surely it’s that Tang clan’s young lady?" Jin’er ventured.

Ye Qiu didn’t answer, but his silence spoke volumes.

After a moment, Ye Qiu sighed and said, "If one is a person important to you, and the other something foundational to your survival, and you could only choose one, which would you choose?"

Jin’er’s eyes flickered before she replied decisively, "If I couldn’t have both, then I would choose the foundation for survival. Only by living on can one hope to reclaim the person important to them."

"Is that your choice?" Ye Qiu asked calmly. Jin’er nodded, and Ye Qiu let out a sigh, "I suppose you’ve already guessed whom I’m referring to?"

Jin’er bit her lip and looked down at her toes without answering.

"Haha... Alright, you may leave. Let me have some peace to myself," Ye Qiu said with a bitter smile.

With Jin’er’s intelligence, she was able to deduce why Ye Qiu posed such a question—she had already guessed his choice. What made her even smarter was her willingness to offer the same answer Ye Qiu had chosen, as though to comfort him and affirm that he hadn’t erred in his decision.

"I truly bought a remarkably clever maidservant," Ye Qiu lamented.

Jin’er departed, leaving Ye Qiu alone in the courtyard. Bathed in the moonlight, he reclined on the stone chair, gazing up at the starry sky.

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Ye Qiu’s prominent visits to various clans in the ancient lands went unpunished, something that astonished many of the ancient clans.

The attitudes of the three great ancient clans, in particular, were perplexing.

Logically, whether it be the Ji clan, the Mu clan, or the Shi clan, they should have stepped forward to suppress Ye Qiu. After all, there were longstanding grievances between them and Ye Qiu. Yet here they were, all unnervingly silent.

Some speculated that perhaps the three great ancient clans were preoccupied with their own matters, unwilling to waste time on someone like Ye Qiu. After all, Ye Qiu was nothing more than a solitary figure. Even though he had founded the Ye clan, the number of people under him totaled less than twenty—a power so small it could hardly compete with the three great clans, whose differences were akin to heaven and earth.

"So, is it that the three great ancient clans don’t bother dealing with this guy?"

"It’s likely the case. Think about it—take the Ji clan, for instance. Disposing of Ye Qiu would be simplicity itself. Even if he has Yun Shang Palace behind him, Yun Shang Palace wouldn’t constantly shield him, would they? So, if the ancient clans wanted him dead, they would have killed him long ago. The very fact they haven’t suggests they see some potential use for him—or perhaps they’re curious about the antics of this petty clown."

Others found these words highly sensible. Otherwise, it truly made no sense that the three ancient clans remained so quiet. While the deterrent effect of Yun Shang Palace was evident, it shouldn’t have warranted this level of caution.

A mere flex of power by the three ancient clans would have left Ye Qiu nothing but scattered bones. Perhaps they kept him alive for some undisclosed purpose.

That night.

The ancient lands were shaken awake by an earth-shattering roar.

The roar was astonishingly loud—more deafening than thunder, as if heaven and earth were collapsing.

No one could comprehend what had occurred.

Many rushed out of their dwellings and gazed in the direction of the sound’s origin. Upon realizing it came from the Barbaric Wilderness Forest, everyone froze in terror.

Someone murmured, "Who has angered the divine beast in the mountain?"