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As Qian Wanfeng and his group hurriedly arrived at the City Lord's Mansion, shadowy figures had already begun to move like phantoms, their sharp eyes fixed on Ye Family Ancestor. At that moment, Ye Family Ancestor was enveloped in a heavy and tense atmosphere.
Inside the grand hall, candlelight flickered, casting shadows on Ye Wenhui's resolute and composed face. He sat firmly in the main seat, flanked by several Elder Ye, whose eyes also revealed an unwavering determination. Below the hall, a scout rushed in with an urgent expression, his footsteps quick as if he bore news of utmost importance.
"Report!" The scout's voice echoed in the hall, carrying an undeniable urgency. "I saw Feng Wuyou leading a group into the City Lord's Mansion. They showed great respect to their leader, and judging by their demeanor and attire, they must be from Tianfeng Prefecture."
As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the hall froze. Ye Wenhui exchanged glances with the elders; no words were needed as they understood each other perfectly. They knew this was a matter of great significance.
"This must be reported to Ancestor Ye immediately." Ye Wenhui's voice was steady and powerful, his words resonating like an unassailable command within the hall.
The elders nodded in agreement. They understood that Ancestor Ye was not only the spiritual pillar of Ye Family Ancestor but also the foundation that allowed them to stand firm.
In a quiet courtyard, Ye Tian sat with his eyes closed, fully immersed in his cultivation. Over the past few days, he had established a deep connection with Su Yanran's soul within the Necklace and had learned quite a bit about Earth-level techniques from her.
Although these techniques could not compare to the Heavenly Rank Cultivation Method possessed by Ye Xingchen, they were incredibly valuable for a sword cultivator like Ye Tian.
Ye Tian knew he was not suited for palm techniques like Xuanbing Palm; thus, he chose Aotian Sword Technique as his path of cultivation. This sword technique was powerful and fierce, complementing his sword cultivation perfectly.
Just as Ye Tian was lost in his training, Su Yanran's voice suddenly echoed in his mind: "Recently, my soul power has been recovering. I just sensed that there is a Duke-level expert at the city gate."
Upon hearing this, Ye Tian furrowed his brows, a wave of unease washing over him: "Could it be that people from Tianfeng County have arrived? Can Ancestor Ye withstand them?"
Su Yanran chuckled lightly, her voice tinged with confidence: "You underestimate your Ancestor Ye. He is quite mysterious; in just ten days, he has already reached the Fourth Level of Marquis realm. Moreover, he possesses a special physique—though I’m not sure what it is specifically—I can assure you that it is definitely not inferior to your Primordial Sacred Body."
Ye Tian felt slightly reassured after hearing this. He understood that Ancestor Ye's strength was unfathomable and that this recent retreat had led to significant progress. With Ancestor Ye’s protection, it wouldn’t be so easy for those from Tianfeng County to cause trouble.
With this thought in mind, Ye Tian refocused his energy and continued his cultivation. He knew that only by constantly improving his own strength could he better protect himself and those around him.
Meanwhile, in the serene yet solemn courtyard of Ye Xingchen, family head Ye Wenhui stood humbly with a grave expression as he respectfully reported the urgent news just received from the scout.
Hearing this, Ye Xingchen’s eyes flickered slightly as he spoke in a deep voice: "Are you saying that people from Tianfeng Prefecture have already arrived? I didn’t expect them to act so quickly."
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