Giving Birth But Not Raising, Why Are You Crying Now That I’ve Become an Immortal Emperor? - Chapter 32 - Chapter 32 – Ye Lingyun Giving Birth But Not Raising Your Child Has Long Been Dead

“Daoist Changmei, thank you for your guidance and the gift of the sword. This junior has learned much.”

Ye Lingyun withdrew his gaze from the high platform and turned once more to the elder before him, cupping his fists in sincere gratitude.

Mount Shu had allowed him to take away the Taibai Immortal Sword, and even gifted him three holy-grade spirit swords in addition. This undoubtedly left him with a very favorable impression.

Daoist Changmei merely gave a faint smile, the appreciation in his eyes not the least bit concealed, and replied, “Young friend, your talent is extraordinary. To be chosen by the Taibai Sword means that, given time, you will surely grow into a peerless powerhouse of the human race. What this old man has done is merely to follow the will of heaven.”

“The world is on the brink of chaos—demonic tribes are emerging, the Forbidden Zone is stirring. Remember, only strength is the kingly way.”

Hearing this, Ye Lingyun nodded silently to show his agreement.

With his Unparalleled Comprehension, he didn’t need to follow conventional cultivation paths—he could become stronger in a short period of time!

“Young friend Ye, the Immortal Ancient Stage will open in three years. Both humans and demons will participate, and even beings from within the Forbidden Zone may take part. This matter concerns the fate of entire races—it’s of utmost importance!”

“You now wield the Taibai Sword. Though you’re still young, it doesn’t mean you won’t have a chance to carve out your own path.”

After a moment of contemplation, Changmei continued, “Given your current situation, your strength and resources alone are limited. It might be wiser to join a major power and use their resources to rapidly increase your cultivation. Places like the Daoist Palace, Dragon-Tiger Mountain, the Confucian Temple, or even ancient families like the Ye or Xiao clans would all be suitable.”

At these words, Ye Lingyun’s eyes darkened subtly.

Though Changmei didn’t say it directly, his words clearly implied that great upheaval was coming to the land of the Nine Provinces in the next few years.

And that “Forbidden Zone” he mentioned—Ye Lingyun had heard of it before.

This was an area sealed away by powerful immortals in ancient times through mighty laws. The creatures living there were strange and formidable, and some supreme mysterious beings lay dormant, extremely difficult to eliminate.

Now that the seal was showing signs of weakening, once those beings broke out, it would bring a storm of bloodshed across the land.

At that time, if one’s cultivation wasn’t strong enough, there’d be no way to protect the people around them.

Ye Lingyun held no attachment to the Ye Clan or Yaochi, but the Empress of Chu, Chu Xi, and others like Xue Yi—he could not afford for anything to happen to them.

As for the Immortal Ancient Stage, it carried even greater significance.

It would open in three years. By then, he would only be twenty-three—shockingly young compared to other participants who had cultivated for over a hundred years.

Still, it wasn’t as if he had no chance.

As he was lost in thought, Daoist Changmei added, “One last thing—right now, the only people who know you possess the Taibai Sword are us of Mount Shu and a few individuals from Yaochi. I will do my best to seal the news to prevent any leaks. We’ll just say that the sword forest’s disturbance was caused by a natural phenomenon.”

“But those two demon prodigies—you’ll need to be especially wary of them.”

“Understood. This junior will remember your words well. Many thanks for your protection, Daoist.”

Ye Lingyun gave a small smile, cupped his fists again, and bowed deeply.

Daoist Changmei nodded in satisfaction, then, without further delay, swept his sleeve. The space around him rippled violently, and his figure instantly vanished into the air.

Ye Lingyun remained in place, lost in a flood of thoughts. After a brief pause, he finally came to and began walking toward the high platform.

“Brother Ye Tian, over here!”

At that moment, Liu Ruoxue, unable to contain her excitement, began waving enthusiastically, her skirt fluttering as her smiling face lit up like spring blossoms.

Seeing this lively little beauty display such a charming pose gradually eased the tension in Ye Lingyun’s mind after a whole month of strain in the sword tomb. A warm smile crept onto his handsome face.

“Brother Ye Tian, you’re way too amazing!”

Liu Ruoxue bounced over to him, naturally wrapping her arms around his, her eyes sparkling with starlight.

“Ye Tian, congratulations! You actually earned the Immortal Sword’s recognition—it’s truly incredible.”

Liu Ruohong followed close behind, smiling warmly and offering her congratulations.

Ye Lingyun laughed out loud, looking at these two stunning beauties beside him and teasing casually, “Well, from what you two are saying, it sounds like you didn’t have much faith in me before.”

Hearing this, the two of them blushed deeply. They exchanged shy glances, their eyes flickering with a hint of guilt.

Truthfully, they hadn’t expected him to succeed. What they had been most worried about was that something might go wrong and he’d be in danger.

“Heh, what did I say? I nailed it, didn’t I?”

“If you ever doubt me like that again, I’m going to have to properly deal with both of you.” Ye Lingyun joked, causing a rosy flush to spread across both their exquisite faces, making them even more radiant.

Just as they were joking around, Ye Chang walked over and came to a stop in front of Ye Lingyun.

“Young friend, there’s something I’d like to ask you. I hope you won’t mind.” Ye Chang’s gaze swept over Ye Lingyun from head to toe, his tone calm.

Ye Lingyun’s brows furrowed slightly, the smile on his face gradually fading, and he didn’t respond.

At that moment, Qin Yao also stepped forward. Her beautiful eyes were red, and her stunning face bore a slightly gloomy and complex expression.

“Xue’er, Hong’er, we have important matters to discuss with Young Master Ye Tian. You two go look around elsewhere.”

“Yes, Master.”

Though puzzled, the two sisters nodded obediently and left hand in hand.

Once they were gone, Ye Chang fixed his gaze on Ye Lingyun and said in a low voice, “I heard you were found and taken in by the Empress of Great Chu?”

Ye Lingyun lifted his eyelids, his gaze cold and emotionless as he replied indifferently, “And what does that have to do with you?”

Ye Chang’s breath caught. He hadn’t expected such an attitude, but he couldn’t press the issue and had to suppress his displeasure for the moment.

“To be honest, my wife and I once had a son, but due to certain special circumstances, we entrusted the child to a village at the foot of Yunlian Mountain.”

“But later, that village was slaughtered by a powerful demon, and the child disappeared.”

“Then he was probably killed by the demon. My condolences,” Ye Lingyun said flatly, his expression unchanged.

Ye Chang’s hands, hidden within his sleeves, slowly clenched. His tone grew heavier.

“For all these years, we’ve lived with deep regret and guilt. We’ve been searching for our child ever since.”

Ye Lingyun let out a cold laugh.

“Heh. If that’s true, then why did you send your own child away in the first place? To give birth but not raise them—and now you come looking, what’s the point?”

At these words, Qin Yao’s body trembled. A sharp bitterness rose to her nose, and tears immediately streamed down her face.

Ye Lingyun continued, “According to your story, the child was just a swaddled infant. How could they possibly survive a demon’s massacre? Most likely, they’ve been dead for a long time.”

“You—”

Ye Chang let out a heavy sigh.

“We left a protective jade pendant with the child. All these years, its spiritual energy has never been triggered. That means the child likely didn’t die.”

“I heard that in Great Chu, someone once called you by another name—Ye Lingyun?”

His eyes now gleaming with a solemn and penetrating light, Ye Chang finally voiced his long-held suspicion.

“And the name carved onto the jade pendant we gave our son was also—Ye Lingyun!”

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