Chapter Seventeen: An Unexpected Encounter (Second Update)

  He stepped out of the dust, Ye Chen's face was still calm, and he casually glanced at everyone, nodded slightly to Ye Muyu, and then walked forward on his own, not paying attention to the shocked crowd. The soft footsteps brought the elders back to reality from their shock.

  Ye Hao's mouth was wide enough to hold another egg, and he pointed at Ye Chen, shouting: "Impossible, how can you be fine!"

  Ye Tian remained silent, staring at Ye Chen's pitch-black eyes and the cold smile that played on his lips. His mind was a daze, thinking back to three years ago when Ye Chen had worn that same detestable smile, with the same gaze and movements. Ye Tian couldn't fathom why Ye Chen still hadn't given up on himself yet.

  With a slight twitch of his mouth, Ye Chen smiled calmly, his hands inserted into his pants, and as he passed by Ye Tian's side, he paused for a moment and said: "I've let you down!"

  He didn't care about Ye Tian's gloomy face, and shrugged indifferently. He slightly bowed to the elderly man beside him and said, "Senior, I've kept you waiting!"

  The virtue of respecting the elderly and loving the young, Ye Chen still understands, but this virtue only applies to people Ye Chen doesn't dislike. As for the gloomy-looking elders on the side, Ye Chen directly ignored them, disregarding Huo Qilin's disdain. Ye Chen acted as if he were a humble junior, forming a stark contrast with his earlier arrogant behavior.

  Yu Guang saw Ye Tian's gloomy face, and Ye Chen slightly raised the corner of his mouth. A hint of playful color flashed in his eyes: "Young man, you're still too tender!"

  The elder in front of him, who is guarding the ancestral hall, is absolutely a big shot in the clan. At this moment, it's absolutely beneficial to get along with him, and Ye Chen still understands the power of connections and resources.

  The old man nodded his head in praise, stroking his beard and smiling: "Have you been to the Ancestral Hall?"

  Facing the elderly and Ye Mowan's expectant gaze, Ye Chen only smiled slightly, closed his mouth and didn't speak, slightly cupped his hands to the two of them, and immediately turned around and walked towards the outside of the martial hall. Facing the many elders who were watching him with piercing eyes, Ye Chen still ignored them. The last time he was driven out of the pavilion and Lan's injury, Ye Chen remembered it clearly.

  Looking at Ye Chen's gradually disappearing figure, Ye Hao also recovered from his shock and burst out laughing, saying: "I suppose this kid never entered the ancestral hall, probably stayed at the door all along, until now he got scared and ran out!" As soon as these words came out, they immediately sparked agreement from the other elders.

  Upon hearing this, Ye Tian also let out a sigh of relief. In his eyes, how could a useless waste who hadn't even awakened to their bloodline possibly accomplish something that even he couldn't do? Ye Hao's words undoubtedly gave him some comfort for his proud and arrogant self-esteem. He slowly shook his head and said indifferently, "This kind of thing has also appeared in the history of the Ye family!"

  A burst of unbridled ridicule erupted, and the elders used this to dilute the awkwardness that had previously shocked them. However, there were still some people who looked at Ye Chen's back with a seemingly profound meaning. Ye Muwen's eyes became bewildered, and he slowly shook his head - he probably hadn't really entered the ancestral hall after all!

  The old man also became puzzled and immediately sighed: "Maybe it's really like what Ye Hao said! He is still a young man after all!"

  Those bloody illusions, even the elder who is present now can't bear to enter, let alone that waste of three years ago when his bloodline was not awakened. Almost everyone acknowledged Ye Hao's words, and those unscrupulous mocking voices fell into Ye Chen's ears with the gentle breeze. In response, Ye Chen just slightly shrugged his shoulders.

  "Hey kiddo, why don't you tell them that you've successfully entered the top floor of the ancestral hall? Those mocking voices don't seem to bother you!" Huo Qilin teased with a smile. Lately, Huo Qilin had also grown fond of teasing Ye Chen, especially when he saw Ye Chen's gloomy expression, it made him feel exhilarated.

  "Little Fire, you really think I'm like you, stupid!" Ye Chen also unwilling to fall behind, rubbed his forehead and pouted: "Now in the eyes of those elders, I am no doubt like an ant, they have always been supporting Ye Tian. If I tell them that I entered the top floor of the ancestral hall and obtained the Qinglong Qi, isn't it telling them that my bloodline is about to awaken? Do you think they will give me time to grow? With those people's temperament, I'm afraid they will directly strangle me in the cradle!"

  "It's true that entering the top floor of the pavilion can achieve the Qinglong Qi, those guys must be well aware of it! Not bad, kid, you're not only shameless but also know how to use your brain!" Huo Qilin rarely praised him, but didn't forget to tease Ye Chen again.

  "Little Fire, what's that crimson bead you just got?!" Ye Chen couldn't forget the moment when he felt the fiery bead, its aura giving him a sense of déjà vu. Huo Qilin chuckled and said, "Kid, that's something good! I'll tell you once you've formed your Wind Crystal!"

  Feng Jing, Ye Chen was stunned for a moment, and then his heart became hot. The Feng attribute bloodline that had not awakened for three years finally awakened, and it was the strongest Qinglong bloodline. A double crystal warrior on the Wushen Continent was a national treasure-level existence. Ye Chen calmed down the turmoil in his heart, took a step with both feet, and his body turned into a virtual shadow, jumping out of the martial hall.

  The young men inside the martial hall were all staring at Ye Chen's figure in a strange way. The battle between Ye Chen and Ye Xing had also gradually spread throughout the martial hall, and no one dared to mock Ye Chen recklessly anymore. After all, Ye Chen's ruthless tactics earlier had produced some intimidation.

  Weeds grew luxuriantly, and irregular rocks were piled randomly by the roadside. The green stone steps were covered with withered yellow leaves. A figure flashed by, rolling up the fallen leaves on the ground. Suddenly, the figure stopped, and Ye Chen's face changed slightly as he looked towards the surrounding woods. With a push of his feet, he jumped onto the top of a tree.

  "A few piercing sounds came from the dense forest behind, accompanied by some miserable cries. Ye Chen's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his figure flashed again, jumping to the branch of a nearby tree. His body was straight, gazing into the situation in the dense forest. Since most of the leaves on the tree had fallen off, he could clearly see the scene in the dense forest through the gaps between the branches. His eyebrows furrowed even deeper, and he muttered: "Ye Wucheng, it's actually him!"

  Ye Wuchen, the grandson of Ye Family's Great Elder, was the one who bullied this body in the past. Six years ago, Ye Wuchen and Ye Muyu joined a sect and crossed over to this world. This is still Ye Chen's first time seeing Ye Wuchen since then.

  On the edge of the dense forest, Ye Wucheng gazed coldly at the dozen or so children covered in blood on the ground, as well as a young girl curled up and crying beside them. He sneered: "Direct disciples are not people you can provoke, remember that you are illegitimate, and will always be one rank lower than us in the family!"

  Next to Ye Wucheng stood two boys under the age of fifteen, one of whom had a chubby face that looked like a pig's head, with a hint of a flirtatious gaze in his small eyes. He slowly walked up to the girl and said with a sly smile: "Little sister, brother will help you feel your bones." As he spoke, his hands reached out towards the girl's cheeks. The girl was startled and quickly retreated backwards, but this immediately triggered the fat boy's triumphant laughter.

  Ye Wuchen furrowed his brow slightly and let out a cold hum, saying: "Tian Xing, don't go too far."

  The fat-faced man called Tian Xing's face turned red, and he took a few steps back, bowing to Ye Wucheng: "Brother Wucheng, I was wrong."

  Ye Wuchen waved his hand impatiently and turned around, saying: "If you want to do something, be more decisive."

  With Ye Wucheng's consent, the fatty quickly walked to the girl's side with a gleam in his eyes. The girl looked at the fat hands getting closer and closer to her, crying: "Brother, brother......"

  The boy lying on the ground, seeing his sister being bullied, disregarding the bloody wound still on his body, directly jumped up from the ground, a wolf pounced over, taking advantage of the fat man's slow reaction, his long fingernails were inserted into the fat man's shoulder, a mournful cry like a ghost wailing escaped from the fat man's mouth.

  The fat man's body glowed with a red light, and in anger he threw a punch at the young man's stomach. "Puff" sounded as blood wildly sprayed from the young man's mouth, his body flying backward like a broken kite, heavily crashing to the ground, followed by several dull thuds. He rolled weakly on the ground a few times before coming to rest at Ye Wuchen's feet.

  Ye Wuchen slightly frowned in disgust as he dodged the blood spat out by the youth, his brow furrowed, and coldly said: "Tian Xing, do you have to be so violent?"

  Recalling Ye Wucheng's brutal side towards that young man earlier, Ye Tianxing thought to himself: "Who was more violent than me just now?" But on his face, he wore a flattering expression as he explained to Ye Wucheng: "It won't happen again next time."

  The girl let out a cry, sobbing intermittently as she backed away continuously, but the massive tree trunk behind her blocked her path. A desperate look appeared in her eyes, and this pitiful sight made Ye Tianhang even more excited.

  That young man struggled to crawl on the ground, crawling to Ye Wucheng's feet, grasping Ye Wucheng's foot, with a pleading expression on his face, weakly saying: "Please, Wucheng brother, this has nothing to do with my sister, just let her go!"

  Ye Wuchen didn't even glance at the young man, casually kicking him in the stomach and saying coldly, "You shouldn't have provoked the direct descendant!"

  Ye Tianxing's chubby face turned bright red, his eyes fixed on the young girl's newly developed breasts, muttering to himself: "Finally going to touch it." His hands slowly reached out in front of him, the girl gazed despairingly at the boy lying on the ground, then slowly closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

  After a long time, the girl did not notice that the hateful hands were approaching, and she opened her eyes unintentionally. However, when she opened her eyes, she was shocked to find that there was an extra sword in front of Ye Tianhang's fat body. A faint sword aura emanated from the sword, making it hard for the boy to breathe, and cold sweat dripped down Ye Tianhang's face. Ye Wuchen also looked back in incredulity.

  "You've gone too far." A voice came from the dense forest behind, and several people only saw a figure quickly rushing towards the sword stuck in the ground, like a ghostly apparition flashing in front of them a few times. The sword on the ground disappeared and reappeared on Ye Tianhang's neck. A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Ye Chen looked at Ye Wucheng with a slightly changed expression, sneering: "Don't you think you've already gone too far, Ye Wucheng?"

  Her long black hair fluttered in the wind, her black robe rustling with a soft sound. A hint of bewilderment appeared in the girl's eyes as she murmured, "Thank you."

  Ye Wushuang gazed indifferently at the familiar handsome face in front of her, and a thin figure involuntarily emerged in her mind. She sneered coldly: "I'm who? So it's you Ye Chen. How come, six years without taking my punch, your skin is itching, can't help but come to find me!"

  Ye Chen smiled faintly, his body suddenly bursting out, and he floated ghostly behind Ye Wucheng. Immediately, a sword stabbed out, its tip coldly pressed against Ye Wucheng's back.

  "Ye Wuchen, in six years, you haven't made the slightest progress!" A calm voice slowly sounded out, and cold sweat dripped down Ye Wuchen's face.