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In the vast and boundless realm of Cultivation, Ye Xingchen, a renowned practitioner, was making his way along a winding path leading to Feng Lei City, far from the bustling capital. His steps were measured, each one seemingly infused with the rhythm of the universe, reflecting his profound cultivation and calm state of mind. However, amidst this tranquility, a sudden wave of anxiety shattered the surrounding peace.
A sharp pain pierced Ye Xingchen's heart, as if a thousand needles had simultaneously stabbed him, forcing him to halt. Lu Tianming, a young and loyal disciple following closely behind, rushed forward with concern. "Master, what’s wrong?"
Ye Xingchen gently waved his hand, signaling that he was fine, yet a flicker of indescribable worry flashed in his deep-set eyes. "It's nothing," he replied in a low and powerful voice, though his mind was already swirling with tumultuous thoughts. Could it be that the Ye Family Ancestor was truly in danger? It shouldn’t be possible; with Ye Gucheng safeguarding the family, unless a powerful figure from Feng Wang Jing had personally intervened, the Ye Family Ancestor should be safe.
Yet, the mere thought of such an existence brought forth a name in Ye Xingchen's mind: Chen Canghai. The Duke of Tianfeng County and an unfathomably strong Feng Wang Jing practitioner, he had long-standing grievances with Ye Xingchen. The rising unease within him made it impossible to dismiss the possibility that Chen Canghai had taken action against the Ye Family Ancestor.
With this realization, Ye Xingchen could no longer maintain his composure. He grasped Lu Tianming's arm and hurriedly made his way toward the Ye Family Ancestor's location. He remained silent throughout their journey, his brow furrowed with heavy clouds of worry.
Noticing his master's distress, Lu Tianming guessed at the cause and softly reassured him, "Master need not worry; perhaps you’ve been away for too long and miss your family."
However, at that moment, Ye Xingchen could hardly absorb such comforting words. His heart was filled with anxiety and anger as he regretted not returning sooner to protect his family.
When they finally arrived at Tianfeng County, they learned from passersby that just days prior, Chen Canghai had mobilized all his forces to confront the Ye Family Ancestor. Upon hearing this news, Ye Xingchen was consumed by rage; his fists clenched tightly until his knuckles turned white. He inwardly lamented that he should have ended his seclusion earlier and returned home.
Meanwhile, Lu Tianming was also filled with concern upon hearing this news. He silently prayed for the safety of his master’s family. After all, given how Master had treated him like kin during these days, he believed that the members of the Ye Family Ancestor would be just as admirable.
Yet a cold glint flickered in Lu Tianming's eyes. He vowed that if any harm befell Master’s family, he would seek vengeance without hesitation. However, his approach to revenge would differ greatly from that of his master. While Ye Xingchen was kind-hearted and only sought to punish the main offenders, Lu Tianming had other plans.
He resolved to make those involved—whether instigators or accomplices—pay a heavy price for their actions. He wanted them to understand that offending Master Ye Xingchen was akin to provoking the wrath of the entire Cultivation realm; there would be no escape.
With this unwavering conviction in mind, Lu Tianming silently followed behind Ye Xingchen as they continued onward. Their figures elongated in the twilight glow of the setting sun.
At that moment, the Ye Family Ancestor found himself trapped in an endless hell of despair and desolation. Grand Elder Ye Gucheng—once a figure of great renown—had been stripped of his cultivation by Chen Canghai and was now bound like a stray dog on a cold iron frame, exposed to biting winds and stripped of dignity.
The family head Ye Wenhui and several elders were not spared either; their legs had been brutally broken, forcing them to kneel before Chen Canghai in humiliation and helplessness. Today marked the third day of this nightmare; the blood of over thirty innocent lives had stained this land under Chen Canghai's ruthless methods.
Yet still, Ye Xingchen—the one whom the Ye Family Ancestor had high hopes for—had yet to appear. Although Chen Canghai maintained an outward calmness, inside he was filled with anxiety and unease. He feared not facing Ye Xingchen directly; after all, he had cultivated for over seventeen hundred years and possessed deep reserves.
What truly terrified him was the possibility that Ye Xingchen might choose to hide away and cultivate secretly until he became powerful enough to seek revenge one day.
Chen Canghai knew well that his own potential was nearly exhausted; at most he could reach King level five. In contrast, Ye Xingchen—a young prodigy—was still under five hundred years old but already possessed strength at Peak of Marquis level or even half-step King level. Such talent and potential instilled both dread and fear in Chen Canghai.
Just as Chen Canghai's thoughts swirled in turmoil, a thunderous shout suddenly erupted from afar like thunderclaps resonating across the land. A surge of joy washed over Chen Canghai; he knew that the main figure had finally arrived.
In that moment, hope flickered before him while he also felt all previous pressures and challenges weighing down on him. He understood that this battle would determine not only his fate but also that of the Ye Family Ancestor’s life or death.
At this moment, Ye Xingchen's anger erupted like a volcano, his eyes burning red as if they could incinerate everything in sight. Since he had crossed into this world, the Ye Family Ancestor and the others had treated him with utmost respect, always consulting him on matters both big and small. He had come to regard the Ye Family Ancestor as his kin, as his family.
However, today someone dared to wreak havoc on his territory, which was nothing short of a challenge to his limits—a death wish!
Ye Xingchen unleashed the full power of his King-level strength, emanating an overwhelming aura that seemed capable of swallowing the entire world. With the Fate Divine Body at his disposal, his power reached unprecedented heights. He glared at Chen Canghai across from him, as if he intended to devour him whole.
Chen Canghai was equally unyielding; he was a strong warrior with his own pride and dignity. Seeing Ye Xingchen so furious ignited a flame of indignation within him. He roared and unleashed the Angry Heaven Dominance Fist toward Ye Xingchen, the force of his punch howling through the air as if it could tear apart space itself.
Ye Xingchen snorted coldly; how could he fear Chen Canghai's attack? He countered with Cold Frost Filling the Sky, and frost spread rapidly, an oppressive chill enveloping the air as if it aimed to freeze the entire world.
The two attacks collided in midair, unleashing a powerful wave of energy that caused the heavens to tremble and the earth to quake, tearing apart the very fabric of space.
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