Chapter 642: The Flames Of Nirvana (3)
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
"Father!"
Both Ye Xingtian and Ye Xinglin's shocked faces immediately drained of color. They hurriedly rushed forward to support Ye Lan's body and their eyes filled with anxiety.
"Father, is your body getting worse?" Ye Xingtian's heart was full of worry, "It's been so many years and you've also managed to break through to the rank of a Martial Supreme. Yet it seems that the poison is still lingering in your body?"
Ye Lan bitterly shook his head, "If it had not been for this poison, I would have broken pass the rank of a low-level Martial Supreme long ago. Now... I'm afraid that I won't be able to hold on for much longer. Because I know that I don't have much time left that I hoped Nuo'er could work a little harder and grow up before I pass on. With his talent, it won't be too difficult for him to surpass me."
Truthfully speaking, how could he not want a carefree childhood for Ye Nuo? How could he even think of forcing Ye Nuo into cultivation? The only reason for this was because he does not have much time left. Without anyone to conquer the skies, the Ye family will end with his death.
"It's been over ten years. Xingtian, Xinglin, I really can't hold on for much longer. If it wasn't for the fact that I can't let go of the Ye family, I would already be..."
"Father," Ye Xingtian's heart clenched. He held onto his father's hand tightly and exclaimed worriedly, "Don't you plan on telling Nuo'er about this? He's been kept in the dark all this time. If he finds out about this, he'll certainly rise to the occasion."
"No." Ye Lan shook his head, "I know what Nuo'er is like. If he finds out about this, he would be so sad that he would want to die as well. That's why I've been keeping this from him all these years. Even if he does rise to the occasion, it is too much of a rushed psychological attack on his body and won't benefit his cultivation at all. So, you must not let Nuo'er know about this, no matter what."
The Ye brothers looked at each other, momentarily unsure of what to say.
Their father was great in many things but his personality was far too stubborn.
"Ah, right. Why have the both of you come to see me?" Ye Lan asked as he slowly sat up straight. His elderly features were completely drained of blood as if he had aged ten years in a matter of seconds.
Ye Xingtian sighed, "The soldier who guards the city entrance has informed me that someone has destroyed the stone tablet at the city gate."
"Oh?"
Ye Lan's eyes shone and his voice rose with urgency, "Who? Who was the one who has successfully destroyed the stone tablet? Hahaha, this is too good. Someone has actually been able to destroy the stone table that I had painstakingly procured from the Tomb. Hahaha!"
At the end of the day, his loud laughter and elderly face held an unmasked happiness.
Although after hearing his words, Ye Xingtian was immediately rendered speechless.
He might be happy that someone had managed to destroy the stone tablet but there was no need for him to mention that he had painstakingly procured the tablet from the tomb. Otherwise, if any ignorant person was to stumble upon this scene, those who cherished the old man and had a good impression on him would have gone mad from anger.
"Big brother, is this true?" Ye Xinglin could not contain his excitement either, "Someone has actually destroyed the stone tablet?"
The stone tablet was indeed very valuable and everyone knows what it meant when a person was actually capable of destroying it.
"Hahaha, the Ye family is saved. The Ye family is saved! I can finally die in peace, hahaha!"
Ye Lan has indeed gone mad. After all, no one would be this happy when he's knocking on death's door.
"Father, what are you talking about?" Ye Xingtian was puzzled, "The Ye family is saved? What do you mean?"
"Hehe, I haven't told you nor anyone else about this," Ye Lan's elderly face was flushed red in his excitement. He laughed, "Previously, the tomb I had entered was the tomb of a Martial Saint!"