Chapter 1280 Record

siblings with your mother, giving you an inexpensive uncle.”Ye Fusheng saw his gloating expression, a mix of emotions surged within him. He was grateful that his mother had met his father, otherwise,...Chapter 1280: Records

Chapter 1280: Record

What's wrong

Ye Fusheng couldn't help but furrow his brows. It was impossible that she was at the back, and he was sure he hadn't missed anything. But why wasn't there Jiang Caidi's name

Could it be she's not dead yet

This shouldn't!

This marriage certificate has been read many times in the mortal realm, and I confirmed that there were no traces of writing. Everything only appeared after arriving in Fengdu. If Jiang Caimiao was still in the mortal realm, why would she have gone through all this trouble to come to Fengdu to sign a marriage contract It's very unrealistic.

"The easiest way would be to find Wei Zheng. He was transferred last year, so he must know where Jiang Caidini is. But the bigger problem is, where is he"

Ye Fu Sheng raised his head and glanced at the bookshelf in front of him, as well as the densely packed records. He had a vague feeling that Jiang Cai Ni's secret must be hidden within the bookshelf. If he just left like this, even if he found Wei Zheng, it might be an unnecessary effort.

The current problem is that it cannot be found.

"Hmm"

Ye Fusheng's mind flashed a trace of surprise, he quickly picked up the records from twenty-one years ago and read them again, discovering that not only was there no mention of Jiang Caimeng, but also no Ye Wuji!

"He died twenty-one years ago and also came to Fengdu. Why isn't he in the records"

Theoretically speaking, as long as one enters the city of Fengdu, they will surely enter the Hall of Judgment.

Even if a leaf's realm is profound and unfathomable, if it has not entered the Judgment Hall, its record will still indicate so.

"It seems...there are indeed a lot less!"

Ye Fusheng quickly walked to the front, picked up last year's record, and looked for it on it. There was no name of Ye Zhentian, the former head of the Ye family, nor his grandfather's name.

Even many well-known people don't have it.

“If there were no records of those cultivators from the mortal world, it would be understandable, after all, they returned their heavenly souls to heaven after death and became attendants for the upper realm. But Ye Zhentian and my grandfather were both martial artists, they would definitely enter Fengdu, so why are there no records”

All unregistered individuals share a common trait: they are extraordinary people. Ye Zhentian is considered ordinary, yet he is the head of the Great Xia's first family.

"Could it be... that they have separate records"

Thinking about this.

Ye Fusheng quickly retreated two steps, scanning the bookshelves to see if there were any unusual records. He wasn't just guessing randomly, but there was indeed a common thread among them.

After looking around, it's very disappointing. All the records here are exactly the same, just with a difference in age.

Thought about it for a moment.

Slowly turned his head to look outside the door. There was another house across from him. Since he had come this far, he might as well give it a try.

I listened carefully outside the door, seeing no movement. I quickly opened the door and went straight to the opposite house. Just as I pushed the door open, my eyes widened in astonishment.

Here, there are indeed bookshelves and records.

Moreover, in stark contrast to the previous records, which all had blue-green covers, the covers of these records are divided into three colors.

Ahead is red.

The right side is purple.

The left side is gold.

Only a few hundred copies available.

Ye Fusheng casually picked up the red record in front of him. As soon as he opened it, a familiar name caught his eye, "Ye Zhentian".

Those previous records were just a few brief sentences, but this one is a whole book. It details Ye Zhentian's birth chart, his life's ups and downs, his several rises and falls, and even the cause of his death is written very clearly.

He quickly put it down and picked up another one. Since he knew that the entire book recorded information about one person, there was no need to flip through it too much. He glanced at the name on the cover and saw that it wasn't Jiang Caidi, so he quickly put it down.

Soon.

I've finished reading nearly four hundred red-covered books, some with familiar names, some I'd heard of but never seen before, and some completely new to me.

But without exception, these people should have been the ones who shook the mortal world.

Here I am again at the violet record.

Opening the first one, you hear about a major creator of a dynasty.

I looked at another one, which I had heard before. It was once a renowned scholar known throughout the country.

After flipping through them one after another, the individuals recorded above are all renowned figures who have left their mark on history. Even centuries later, they are still remembered by people. There are roughly two hundred of them.

It's a shame there is no ginger clay!

Quickly arrive at the golden seal record front, quickly flip it open.

The first name is…. the late king!

Opening the second one... was an emperor from decades ago.

Open the third one……

The fourth...

"The golden covers record only emperors, with only a few hundred copies. This proves that the records are not of all the emperors, but rather those who made significant achievements or were widely renowned."

"But, there's no ginger clay yet!"

Ye Fusheng's face was etched with a solemn expression. He had thought about the fact that extraordinary individuals would have separate records, and indeed found this place. But why, in the records of these extraordinary individuals, was there still no mention of Jiang Caidi

If the records for both houses are complete, wouldn't that prove she's still alive

If yin and yang are separated, there is no way to reverse fate!

"No... Not even Ye Wujie!"

Ye Fu Sheng's whole body tensed. How was it possible that there was no Ye Wuji here

Or, are there still any unforeseen aspects

Suddenly.

He caught sight of two books in the corner out of the corner of his eye. Because their covers were pure black, they nearly blended in with the bookshelf color and he hadn't noticed them before.

Quickly walk over and pick it up.

When I opened the package, "Ye Wuji" was written on it.

The font color is different from everyone else's.

Others, whether great scholars or emperors, all wrote in black ink. But this...was written in blood red, extremely eye-catching.

Ye Fusheng's soul trembled uncontrollably, not out of fear, but because this record belonged to his biological father, whom he had only seen a handful of times and once in full.

I knew nothing about him before.

This record, it's all he has!

"Ye Wuji, born in..."

……

At the city gate.

"Captain, they made the first move! We were forced to retaliate!"

"Yes, if we don't fight back, they can scatter our souls. Look at us, our soul bodies aren't even recovered yet, full of holes."

Two ghost messengers complained pitifully.

"Cut the crap, you're just trying to steal the credit! If you had kept your noses clean, we wouldn't have had to get involved."

"You incompetent guards! You dare to come out and steal the credit when you couldn't even properly guard the gate It serves you right for your souls to be scattered, a thousand deaths wouldn't be enough!"

Two guards roared menacingly, they were also ragged and disheveled, looking like they had taken a beating.

The ghost guard, enraged by their words, retorted: “You're the ones who are full of hot air! We admit we were negligent in guarding the gate, but one of our duties is to search all suspicious individuals. That man..."

"Enough!"

Captain Gu interrupted angrily, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot. He wanted to beat them up badly, but now wasn't the time for that.

gritted his teeth and said, "You can discuss your conflicts later. Right now, I only want to know if there have been any suspicious individuals entering the inner city, yes or no!"

The guards, upon hearing this, instantly bowed their heads and trembled uncontrollably.

The ghost messenger guessed the likely culprit was the one who smiled back at the city gate, but he dared not speak aloud, so he could only remain silent.

"Is there or not!"

The Captain roared again, drawing his weapon mid-sentence: "If you don't answer, I'll kill you all right here!"

"Yes!"

The guard blurted out, then nervously added, “Right… I think so!”owly.His tone was filled with bitterness and unwillingness, but also a hint of resignation. Because before he came, he knew the result. He had been suppressed for thousands of years, it was impossible...