784: Chapter 784 The Whereabouts of the Remaining Fragments of the Map!

Ning Yuan was stunned after listening: "You said... he refined our Ice Soul Profound Pill into a Saint Pill?"

Ning Yuan's voice drifted slightly.

How could it not drift?

He felt like he was about to float away, right?

He had just gained a Saint Pill!

That was a Saint Pill!

Which power could actually produce something like that?

Let alone them, even the Xuanyuan Family didn't have one!

Yet Ye Chen said he could refine it, and he did, and even gave it back to them.

The feeling was just...

He didn't take the Saint Pill seriously at all!

Ning Wanqing didn't waste words, taking the jade box from her sleeve and placing it on the desk.

Then.

She opened it directly.

A violent chill instantly permeated the room, the medicinal fragrance was intoxicating, and the cloud-like halo on the surface of the pill flowed under the candlelight, looking too beautiful to be of this world.

Ning Yuan's pupils contracted sharply.

He was the head of the Ning Family and had seen countless treasures, but a Saint Pill...

This was the first time he had seen one with his own eyes.

"This... this was really refined by Ye Chen? With his bare hands? Without a pill furnace? In ten minutes???"

Ning Wanqing nodded again, her expression complex.

"That's not all."

She took a deep breath.

"Husband, do you remember that 'Profound Ice True Scripture' of our Ning Family?"

Ning Yuan's brows furrowed tightly.

The "Profound Ice True Scripture" was an ancient cultivation technique that the Ning Family's ancestors had obtained by chance three hundred years ago.

Legend had it that if one reached the peak of cultivation, one could freeze ten thousand miles with a single thought, and its power far exceeded the Ning Family's current clan-protecting technique, the "Ice Heart Art".

But the problem was...

For three hundred years, no one in the Ning Family had been able to cultivate it successfully.

Successive family heads, elders, and genius disciples had tried countless times, but every time the technique reached the third level, their meridians would freeze and their true energy would backflow, resulting in light cases of vomiting blood and serious injury, or death on the spot in severe cases.

Over time, the "Profound Ice True Scripture" became something the Ning Family could only look at but not touch, locked away in the deepest part of the family treasury, covered in dust.

"You mean..."

Ning Yuan's eyes gradually brightened.

Ning Wanqing nodded solemnly.

"Husband, Ye Chen was able to see the three flaws in the Dantai Family's 'Immortal Body' and fix them on the spot, allowing that old guy Great Elder Tantai Honghou, who had been stuck for over a decade, to directly break through to the Nascent Soul stage."

"He might be able to solve the problems with our 'Profound Ice True Scripture'."

"If we could get him to help us smooth out that technique..."

She paused, not continuing.

But Ning Yuan understood perfectly what she meant.

Ning Yuan couldn't sit still, standing up on the spot and pacing back and forth in the study.

"But... Ye Chen's asking price is not low."

"The Dantai Family spent one-third of their treasury; if we seek him out, I fear it won't be any less than that amount."

Ning Wanqing shook her head.

"Husband, that one-third spent by the Dantai Family was not a loss."

"Great Elder Tantai Honghou broke through to the Nascent Soul stage, and one-third of a treasury cannot forge a Nascent Soul expert!"

"Moreover, after the 'Immortal Body' was corrected, the entire Dantai Family can cultivate it, and their foundation will become increasingly profound."

"If our Ning Family can fix the 'Profound Ice True Scripture', the gains will definitely not be smaller than the Dantai Family's."

She walked up to Ning Yuan and took his hand.

"Gold can be mined again if it's gone, but if an opportunity is lost, it's truly gone forever."

"Besides, Ye Chen said he would raise his prices in a while, and it won't just be one-third then."

Ning Yuan was silent for a long time.

He thought of the "Profound Ice True Scripture" left by his ancestors, and how many clansmen had vomited blood, suffered serious injuries, or even lost their lives because of it over the past three hundred years.

If Ye Chen could really solve it...

Then the Ning Family would welcome an unprecedented opportunity.

"Alright."

Ning Yuan finally spoke.

"You go contact Ye Chen and tell him that our Ning Family is willing to ask for his help."

"Whatever amount of gold he wants, give it to him."

"Also..."

A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, "Tell him that the Ning Family is willing to make friends with him."

The corners of Ning Wanqing's mouth lifted slightly, and she bowed.

"Husband is wise."

...

As the night grew deeper, the Dijing Bay was brightly lit.

Ye Chen sat cross-legged on the sofa, holding his phone, his thumb sliding frantically across the screen, his expression as focused as if he were doing something of life-and-death importance.

"Behind the tree! Do you have eyes on your butt?"

"Inside the house on the right! That's a bot... Damn, you can't even beat a bot? Stop playing, it's embarrassing!"

"No, big brother, your marksmanship is like a New Year's greeting, if you're bad, don't play!"

...

The wails of teammates and gunfire came from the phone, along with Ye Chen's roars of frustration.

Bing Lan came out of the kitchen with a plate of sliced fruit, and seeing Ye Chen's appearance, she couldn't help but smile and shake her head.

"You, you're a Deputy Leader of the Dragon Group outside, yet at home, you're huddled on the sofa playing games. Isn't this contrast a bit too big?"

Ye Chen didn't even lift his head, his fingers moving rapidly: "This is called work-life balance!"

"Give me a break."

Bing Lan placed the fruit plate on the coffee table, speared a piece of apple, and held it to his mouth, "Open up."

Ye Chen opened his mouth to take the apple, mumbled a thank you, and his eyes never left the screen.

Bing Lan sat down beside him, propping her chin on her hand as she watched him play games, a gentle smile on her lips.

She liked this kind of Ye Chen.

Outside, he was the god of slaughter that made countless people tremble in fear.

At home, he was just an ordinary twenty-five-year-old idiot.

He would play games, argue with teammates, and be too lazy to get fruit for himself.

This contrast made her feel real, made her feel at ease.

"Damn! It's the final circle!"

Ye Chen sat up straight suddenly, "Brothers, hold steady, I'll carry you to a chicken dinner this round!"

Bing Lan covered her mouth and chuckled, just about to speak...

"Ding-dong—"

The doorbell rang.

"I'll go open the door."

Bing Lan walked to the door and pulled it open.

Standing outside was a tall woman, her long silver-white hair fluttering in the night breeze.

Who else could it be?

Naturally, it was Yan Qingwu.

"Sister Lan, I didn't disturb you, did I?" Yan Qingwu asked with a smile.

Bing Lan pursed her lips and smiled, shaking her head: "No, come in quickly."

"Hee hee!"

"I have something to discuss with your man."

Yan Qingwu's gaze passed over Bing Lan's shoulder and landed on Ye Chen, who was clutching his phone and yelling on the sofa.

"What is he doing?"

Bing Lan smiled helplessly: "Playing a game, it's the final circle."

Yan Qingwu walked into the living room, stood behind the sofa, crossed her arms, and looked down at Ye Chen's phone screen.

On the screen, Ye Chen's character was crouching behind a tree, carefully observing his surroundings.

"There's one behind the rock on the left, one lying in the grass on the right, and another on the hillside in front mounting a gun."

Yan Qingwu said indifferently.

Ye Chen's fingers paused, and he turned his head to glance at her: "How do you know?"

"My eyesight is good."

Yan Qingwu was expressionless.

Ye Chen's mouth twitched, but he still adjusted his aim in the direction she indicated.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three shots, three kills.

"Damn! Awesome, brother!"

The teammate exclaimed in the voice chat, "Did your marksmanship suddenly get enlightened?"

Ye Chen ignored the teammate and glanced at Yan Qingwu: "How many left?"

"The last one, in the house behind you, second-floor window, crouching there."

Ye Chen turned, raised his gun, aimed, and fired.

"Bang!"

[Winner Winner, Chicken Dinner!]

The victory text exploded on the screen, and Ye Chen put down his phone and stretched.

"Speak, what is it?"

Yan Qingwu walked to the sofa opposite him and sat down, took a kraft paper envelope from the inside of her leather jacket, and tossed it onto the coffee table.

"The things you were looking for, there are clues."

Ye Chen immediately put down his phone and picked up the kraft paper envelope.

Then.

He tore open the seal and poured the contents onto the coffee table.

Two yellowed remaining fragments.

They were exactly the two copies he had asked Yan Qingwu to send to the capital.

Besides that.

There were two sheets of A4 paper, densely printed with text and images.

On the first sheet was a cultural relic file.

It read—

[Nanxun Private Museum [Xun Museum], houses an "Ancient Silk Manuscript Fragment", the texture is like silk but not silk, like leather but not leather, highly consistent with the material description of the remaining fragment in Ye Chen's hand.]

And this item apparently does not allow external photography, does not provide rubbings, and declines all academic research requests.

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow.

"The owner of this museum either has something to hide, or knows that what they have is a treasure and is afraid of being targeted."

Yan Qingwu nodded.

"The Dragon Group people went to scout it out; that exhibition hall is guarded twenty-four hours a day, and the security measures are stricter than a vault."

"Plus, there's no reason to conduct a search, so it depends on your ability."

Ye Chen nodded, put down the first sheet, and picked up the second.

The content on the second sheet was even more interesting.

It was an investigation report on a Taoist temple in the suburbs of Nanxun.

The temple was named Guanxing Temple, located on Qingniu Mountain in Nanxun.

Since the Tang Dynasty, it had been destroyed and rebuilt several times, and now only a three-courtyard complex and a dozen old Taoist priests remained.

Of course.

The point of the report was not the temple itself, but a stone carving on the cliff wall behind the temple.

The Dragon Group people discovered that the patterns of the stone carving were highly similar to the edge patterns of the remaining fragment in Ye Chen's hand.

In other words...

The cliff wall behind the Taoist temple very likely contained the complete content of the second remaining fragment, or at least clues related to it.

But the Dragon Group people didn't find anything else besides this discovery.

So.

It also requires Ye Chen to investigate it himself.