Chapter 273 Sesame Cake

Ye Yang took something wrapped in oiled paper from his backpack and handed it to Lingguan Sanren.

Judging from the shape, it seemed to be a cake?

Could it be that Ye Qianyang had left Lingguan Sanren a stack of sesame cakes?

While I was still wondering, Lingguan Sanren had already taken the oiled paper package with trembling hands and opened it in the pouring rain.

Inside, there were indeed three sesame cakes.

"Master Ancestor… Master Ancestor!" Lingguan Sanren held the sesame cake in both hands, hugging it to his chest, and knelt on the ground crying.

While I was still puzzled, I heard Xie Bangui say, "When the Coffin Gate disciples make offerings to their ancestral master, they must offer three sesame cakes to Lingguan Sanren."

"It is said that when the Coffin Gate was first established, they were penniless. Being able to eat sesame cakes was the greatest happiness for Lingguan Sanren, who was only a few years old at the time."

"At that time, as long as Jiu Guan Daoren made sesame cakes for him, he would stand by the stove, waiting to pick up the sesame seeds that fell from the cake."

"Later, the Coffin Gate dominated the world of术道 (shù dào – the esoteric arts), and Jiu Guan Daoren passed away. Lingguan Sanren became a powerful figure, but his greatest wish was to eat the sesame cakes made by his master ancestor again."

"Lingguan Sanren always said: even the imperial chefs of the palace could not make the taste of his master ancestor."

When I looked at Lingguan Sanren, I saw him desperately protecting the three sesame cakes in his arms, as if afraid of them getting wet from the rain.

He himself was drenched in tears.

I couldn't help but sigh.

Lingguan Sanren's actions were wrong, but his heart for the Coffin Gate was real.

He was a person living in contradiction.

Ye Qianyang, in his final moments, gave him an outlet to resolve his contradictions.

Lingguan Sanren would live on.

He would live on, carrying the torch of the esoteric arts.

When the Heavenly Tribulation arrived, the Coffin Gate disciples would sacrifice themselves to meet it.

If the Coffin Gate was destroyed, who would inherit the heart of the術士 (shù shì – esoteric practitioners)?

The sects?

The esoteric arts passed down by the sects would only become slaves of the sects.

Could a group of術士 (shù shì – esoteric practitioners) whose spines had been broken continue the iron-blooded legend of the practitioners?

Lingguan Sanren wanted to comply with the Heavenly Tribulation, but he must have also left behind some means of contingency.

Even if he complied with the will of Heaven and allowed the Heavenly Soul to wreak havoc, he would still guard against the Heavenly Soul suddenly turning against them and slaughtering all the practitioners.

Moreover, he should have been planning this defense for more than a hundred years.

The Coffin Gate forbidden area that I encountered in the Meng family should be one of the strongholds he left behind to preserve the inheritance of the Coffin Gate.

Lingguan Sanren's methods would preserve a part of the fire after countless practitioners sacrificed themselves.

It was most appropriate for him to do this!

Ye Qianyang had truly put in a lot of effort for the esoteric arts!

Before he left, he also used iron blood and family affection to bind his disciple's disciple.

After a long time, Lingguan Sanren finally stood up and staggered towards the exit of Xianyang River.

Xie Bangui and Wang Hun looked at each other and clasped their fists at the same time, "Third Ancestor, take care!"

Lingguan Sanren's footsteps paused slightly, and then he staggered and disappeared into the rain.

When he left, his hands were always filled with true energy, preventing the rain from wetting the sesame cakes in his hands.

That was the testament to the relationship between Ye Qianyang and him.

After Lingguan Sanren disappeared, I also felt a sudden wave of weakness, and I could no longer hold on and fainted.

When I woke up, I was already lying in the Two Worlds Hall, and the little finger on my left hand had been reattached.

I looked at Wang Butcher and Ye Yang sitting by the bed and said, "How long have I been unconscious?"

"Today is your seventh day!" Ye Yang scolded expressionlessly, "You are now returning to your soul!"

"呸!" (Pēi – a sound of spitting) As soon as I spat, I heard Wang Butcher scolding, "Who are you spitting at?"

"How dare you open your mouth and spit water?"

"You even used forbidden techniques, and using it once wasn't enough, you had to use it twice, and you even cut off your own finger?"

"If it weren't for Xie Bangui using the power of ghosts and gods to help you reattach your hand, you would have become a nine-fingered idiot."

"You're still laughing, you're still laughing… laugh again, and I'll beat you to death."

I could only raise my hands in surrender, "This matter, in fact, is not my fault!"

"You say that cold dog, if he had farted earlier, it would have been fine, but at the last moment, he was still holding it in, not letting it out! How could I not be afraid?"

"At that time, I was so scared that I almost chopped off my own head."

"This matter is the fault of that dog, beat him, beat him… drag him out and beat him to death!"

"呸!" (Pēi – a sound of spitting) Wang Butcher cursed, "Haven't seen you for a few days, and you've learned to divert the blame, haven't you?"

"After Ye Yang entered the Galaxy Formation, Ye Qianyang's consciousness awakened. At that time, it was Ye Qianyang who was in charge, not Ye Yang!"

"Even a fool could see that."

I retorted, "What does this show? The cold dog's previous life was like a steamed bun dropped on the ground and stepped on – not a good cake!"

"He hasn't changed in this life!"

The veins on Ye Yang's forehead were throbbing, but I said, "I'm telling you, it's only because I don't dislike him. If it were someone else, they would have thrown him out long ago."

Wang Butcher squinted his eyes and said, "Did you get your brain damaged?"

"Considering you're injured, I won't kill you for now. What do you want to eat, tell me!"

"I'm really hungry!" I looked at Ye Yang and said, "Cold dog, can you get me a sesame cake? I want to taste it!"

Ye Yang said with a gloomy face, "Are you trying to confirm our father-son relationship with me?"