Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1312: The Truth of the Past

The main peak of Shu Mountain is very high.

Soaring into the clouds.

Nine Stars Palace is nine miles away from the mountain gate.

As a top sect in the world, Shu Mountain has a simple purpose for this.

To evoke reverence in visitors.

Along the nine-mile mountain road, what one sees is not the scenery, but the thousand-year cultural heritage of Shu Mountain.

From the first generation founder to Ellison Yarrow.

The life achievements of each Sect Leader and the major events that have taken place in Shu Mountain are all vividly depicted on large display boards along the road.

Climbing uphill all the way, by the time one reaches Nine Stars Palace, the visitors are too tired and exhausted.

Any trace of arrogance in their hearts would have long been worn away.

At dusk.

The imperial forces are at the city gates.

Yet, the upper echelons of Shu Mountain have no inkling of it.

Some elders are drinking and making merry, while others are playing the zither and painting.

Apart from cultivating, their lives are often simple and mundane.

The sect has always considered itself as reclusive experts.

Cultivating one’s mind and keeping away from worldly distractions is their compulsory course.

The elders are nearly a hundred years old—age at which ordinary people’s graves would have been completely overgrown, but for people in the sect, this is their prime.

"Brother, may I speak with you in my room?" Norbert Yarrow appeared in the ’Zither Garden’ of Shu Mountain at some point, walking up to Ellison Yarrow and quietly asking.

Ellison Yarrow, who was playing the zither in a frustrated mood, stood up upon hearing this and said, "Let’s go!"

He had many doubts about the Gate of Heaven and Earth.

But since Norbert Yarrow had been in his room all afternoon without showing up, it wasn’t proper to disturb him.

Now that the other party has taken the initiative to invite, Ellison Yarrow was ready to have a detailed discussion.

He was very interested in the secret of the sudden disappearance of the Gate of Heaven and Earth.

"You all continue to enjoy here, and at eight o’clock tonight, there will be a timely Elder’s council," Ellison Yarrow looked at other elders still playing the zither in ’Zither Garden’ and instructed, "Tonight there are two matters—The Imperial Lineage and The North Sea. Everyone think it over and speak up enthusiastically later tonight."

Although the powers of the Sect Leader of Shu Mountain are immense, Ellison Yarrow never abuses them.

This is the rule of the sect.

Any major decision requires the approval of more than half of the elder group to be executed.

And everyone can supervise the Sect Leader.

After all, the Sect Leader is nominally the most powerful person in Shu Mountain.

In reality, those extraordinary old monsters are the big bosses behind the scenes.

"Respectful farewell to the Sect Leader!" The elders stand up and bow slightly.

Walking out of the Zither Garden, Ellison Yarrow couldn’t wait to ask: "What you said this morning, was it true?"

The Gate of Heaven and Earth is not like other sects; it is indeed one of the top sects.

It once suppressed Shu Mountain for eight hundred years.

And as a descendant of the Gate of Heaven and Earth, Norbert Yarrow must know some truths.

But Ellison Yarrow didn’t believe that the truth was as stated this morning.

Too absurd!

The Gate of Heaven and Earth was so powerful, how could it be troubled by a mere Imperial Lineage?

"Absolutely true." Norbert Yarrow’s face was calm, looking quite different from his demeanor in the morning.

Less panicky, and more composed.

Ellison Yarrow didn’t pay much heed, but his mind was still pondering over the matter of the Gate of Heaven and Earth.

Before long, the two arrived at Norbert Yarrow’s room.

After sitting down at the table, Norbert Yarrow poured Ellison Yarrow a cup of tea.

The freshly brewed tea was very fragrant.

"Junior brother, I won’t hide it from you." Ellison Yarrow took the teacup, gently sniffed it, and a trace of surprise appeared on his face: "Brother, it’s been a long time since I had such good tea!"

He took a sip and couldn’t help but praise: "It’s really you, junior brother, who knows how to live. You have kept these tea leaves gifted by our ancestors for more than half a year."

"I’ve always been frugal in my daily life," Norbert Yarrow nodded slightly and didn’t drink the tea.

"Junior brother, do you truly know about the matters concerning the Gate of Heaven and Earth?" Ellison Yarrow quietly asked, "Years ago, I asked you, but you said it was inconvenient to discuss, so I did not bring it up again. But today after what you said, I am quite curious! Can you reveal the truth?"

Norbert Yarrow’s ancestry hails from the Gate of Heaven and Earth; it is said that he was descended from a protector of the sect, a man of extraordinary prowess.

Later, when the Gate of Heaven and Earth was destroyed, Norbert Yarrow’s grandfather escaped with his family, sparing them from disaster.

Years later, Norbert Yarrow’s father joined Mount Shu, becoming an elite within the sect.

Similarly, Norbert Yarrow did not disappoint and rose to be one of the two revered elders within the sect of Mount Shu, bringing honor to his family.

And ten years ago, he was granted the surname Yarrow, becoming a direct lineage of Mount Shu.

Many knew that Norbert Yarrow’s grandfather was from the Gate of Heaven and Earth, but no one dared to ask about it.

Such matters, if the person involved does not wish to speak, others cannot pry anything out of him.

"The truth?" Norbert Yarrow suddenly laughed, "Sect Leader, you don’t think I was joking this morning, do you?"

"Wasn’t it?"

Ellison Yarrow raised his eyebrows, "I thought you were lying, just trying to calm me down. After all, this morning, I really wanted to chop that woman!"

"Ah!"

Norbert Yarrow picked up the teapot, filled Ellison Yarrow’s cup, his expression grave: "Mount Shu is about to face a great disaster!"

"Junior brother, why speak such ominous words!"

Ellison Yarrow gulped down his tea, put the cup back on the table, stood up, and said, "Forget it, if you do not wish to speak, I won’t force you. I’ll take my leave!"

"Senior brother!"

Norbert Yarrow suddenly called him back.

"Hmm?"

Ellison Yarrow felt very strange, today’s Norbert Yarrow seemed like a completely different person compared to before.

"Is there something?"

He asked out loud.

"This morning, I mentioned to you that my grandfather escaped a massacre at the Gate of Heaven and Earth," Norbert Yarrow frowned deeply, his face showing extreme anguish.

"Yes, you’ve mentioned that," Ellison Yarrow nodded, puzzled, "What about it?"

"Now, I will tell you about that time." Norbert Yarrow walked to the bed, drew out the blood-stained Longsword and slowly approached Ellison Yarrow.

"What does this sword mean?"

Ellison Yarrow grew increasingly puzzled.

"Senior brother, do you see the bloodstain on this?" Norbert Yarrow walked in front of Ellison Yarrow, holding the Longsword horizontally.

The bloodstain on the blade had already dried up.

It seemed to have been there for some years.

"This blood..." Ellison Yarrow’s mind was a bit foggy, and he felt slightly dizzy.

Dizzily.

"This blood is from the last Sect Leader of the Gate of Heaven and Earth." Norbert Yarrow spoke calmly, his hands tightly gripping the Longsword, and said coldly: "At the critical moment, my grandfather beheaded the last Sect Leader of the Gate of Heaven and Earth with a single stroke, ultimately saving all his fellow sect members. Who would have thought, after three hundred years, another cycle would begin."

"What do you mean by this?" Ellison Yarrow sensed a hint of danger.

But suddenly, he discovered that he had no strength in his entire body!

He struggled to move!

"The tea..." Ellison Yarrow’s eyes widened.

He had drunk only two cups of tea since entering the room.

"The tea was drugged." Norbert Yarrow gently caressed the Longsword, struggling emotionally: "Senior brother, I’m sorry for the thousands in Mount Shu!"

"Norbert Yarrow! You dare..."

Before he could finish!

Norbert Yarrow’s sword soared, slicing directly across Ellison Yarrow’s neck.

A head rolled.

Eyes wide open.

Hot blood spilled on the sword.

Blending with the previously dried blood, becoming one.