Chapter 18: Is There Such A Thing? (First Part)

  Ye Wuchen remained still, his eyes coldly fixed on Ye Chen as he threatened, "Ye Chen, you're provoking me!"

  If it weren't for the consideration of Ye Wucheng's seniority after his death, Ye Chen wouldn't have minded killing Ye Wucheng. He shrugged indifferently and said calmly, "What's the big deal?"

  Ye Wuchen's figure flashed and he immediately appeared on the top of a nearby tree, coldly staring at Ye Chen in the arena, sneering: "Ye Chen, if it weren't for my grandfather's prior warning not to bother you recently, otherwise I would have made sure you'd be crippled by now!"

  Although he said so, Ye Wucheng still had a hint of apprehension in his heart towards Ye Chen's ghostly speed.

  He immediately beckoned to the other two boys and with a leap of his legs, his figure gradually disappeared among the trees.

  She was taken aback for a moment, but Ye Chen quickly understood. The elderly head of the Ye family must have been considering her engagement to the Liu family when advising the other Ye children. She slightly shrugged her shoulders, rubbed her forehead and muttered to herself: "It seems that being engaged to the Liu family still has some benefits!"

  The eyebrows that were full of disgust still lingered in front of Ye Chen's eyes, and he couldn't help but laugh at himself for his childish behavior.

  The girl beside the tree looked at Ye Chen's quite handsome face and her face turned red, weakly saying: "That, thank you"

  Ye Chen merely responded with a perfunctory "en" before turning to leave, but then suddenly stopped and turned his head back to look at the dozen or so Ye family disciples lying on the ground. A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he said indifferently: "You're really willing to suffer under the oppression of the legitimate descendants? Haven't you ever thought of resisting? You're all cowards!"

  Many young people who were originally grateful to Ye Chen suddenly jumped up from the ground, looking at the waste of this family with a face full of anger, their eyes filled with anger and contempt. The direct disciples bullied them, but what qualifications did the waste of this family have to say such things to them?

  Ye Chen smiled slightly and said faintly: "Perhaps in your eyes I am a useless waste who has not awakened for three years. However, in my eyes, aren't you all even worse than that? You're simply a bunch of good-for-nothings!"

  The breathing of a dozen or so young men suddenly became heavy, their angry eyes staring at Ye Chen, each face flushing bright red.

  Humiliation! Extreme humiliation!

  Ye Chen's words were undoubtedly going to trample their last remaining self-respect, and yet they were uttered by a useless waste of blood who had not yet awakened, this tone was unbearable.

  The young man who had been pulling Ye Wucheng's sleeve suddenly took a step forward, wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth. His eyes blazed with anger as he glared at Ye Chen and said, "Even if you helped us get out of that situation just now, you shouldn't have humiliated us like that! We may be illegitimate sons, but not every legitimate son can bully us!"

  "Insulting you, don't you think your ideas are too naive and childish!" With a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders, Ye Chen rubbed his forehead and shook his head, then lightly laughed: "I can make Ye Wucheng retreat, but what about you? You'll only use pleading eyes to yearn for his sympathy. At least I, who am considered trash in your eyes, can still resist, but you don't have the guts. Are you not cowards?"

  A burst of whispers, and all the young people's faces turned red with embarrassment at Ye Chen's words.

  Ye Chen didn't give everyone time to think, and his cold voice rang out again: "I ask you, are all the children of the Ye family like you? Why would there be Ye Chus among the many elders if they were all like you? Did they ever think like you, being bullied by the direct descendants without resisting?"

  Another silence, the number of Ye family elders is not many, but there are still a few who have made it to the position of elder, and not only that, those exceptionally talented disciples have all received key training from the family, thus enjoying the same high treatment as the direct disciples.

  "Those who give birth to sons and daughters are all geniuses, naturally they can get the family's favor! And we are just ordinary people!" The young man retorted with a flush of anger, his body trembling constantly, looking extremely agitated.

  "We're no geniuses, how can we compare with them?"

  "We also tried hard, but what was the result?"

  Some whispers slowly rose from around and constantly surged towards Ye Chen's ears.

  Ye Chen's gaze was as calm as if he hadn't heard anything, his right hand slowly rose and then fell like lightning, the iron sword flew out of his hand and shot onto the ground, a deep gash several meters long appeared on the originally flat ground, an extremely terrifying sword aura slowly spread.

  This move will undoubtedly suppress the whispers around, a faint smile, brushing away the long hair covering her right eye, Ye Chen said faintly: "Do you think I'm a genius?"

  Reaching the fifth layer of initial martial arts before the age of twelve is a genius, but three years have passed and his bloodline has not awakened, undoubtedly earning Ye Chen the title of waste. Everyone was silent, in their eyes, Ye Chen may have been a genius once, but now he is just an unawakened waste.

  "So you think you're geniuses?" Ye Chen said, ignoring the disdain in Xu's eyes.

  Genius is how unattainable it is for these ordinary young masters and sons, almost all the young men shook their heads dejectedly at the same time.

  A gentle breeze blew, lifting the dust on the ground. Ye Chen lightly waved his hand, dispersing the dust, and his gaze fell upon the faces of the crowd. After a long while, Ye Chen finally spoke in a soft voice: "From start to finish, I've always thought that I'm a genius, an unparalleled genius!"

  The scene was quiet and the crowd was silent, gazing at Ye Chen's face overflowing with confidence. Their spirits were momentarily stunned, as three years ago this young man had worn that same smile to look down on the Ye family's children.

  He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he slowly turned to face the dense forest outside. There, the magnificent pavilions stood tall, with testing platforms scattered all around. It was there that he had reached the pinnacle of his life three years ago, but Ye Chen believed that his previous peak would ultimately become a stepping stone.

  "Genius is not a definition given by others, but one given by yourself. As long as you believe, you are."

  A flat voice floated slowly through the entire forest, and at this moment Ye Chen's voice seemed to have a strange magic power. His words were like swirling above everyone's heads, and also like whispering in their ears. The crowd slowly raised their heads, with colorful lights flashing in their eyes, looking towards Ye Chen's eyes which had less anger and more respect.

  Ye Chen's mouth corners rose with a hint of mysterious smile, which was immediately covered up. He slightly shrugged his shoulders and said calmly: "A master is built from loneliness and solitude. Even if those direct disciples have better innate talents than you, even if they have the assistance of elixirs, what does it matter? At least in my eyes, you can recognize your own situation, which makes you stronger than them. Because you understand the loneliness of wielding a sword on a snowy day, and the solitude of practicing without guidance! What's the use of being at the 9th level of initial martial arts or having a high cultivation realm? If we don't succeed in ten years, we'll spend dozens of years pursuing it. We may not have elixirs to aid us, but we have loneliness as our companion. We may not have powerful martial techniques, but we grope forward in solitude. Perhaps our ideas seem arrogant to others, but what's wrong with being young and reckless for once? Is there a fixed way to be a king or a general?"

  The scenes of being bullied by legitimate children on weekdays are crazily emerging in people's minds. Are the princes and generals still human? Why do they have to suffer from the bullying of legitimate children when they give birth to their own children? Why don't they resist, why don't they rebel just once?

  People do not take youth lightly, there are only a few times in life when one can be carefree. At this moment, everyone can clearly feel the flow of blood in their bodies, they can feel the trembling in their hearts, it's an excited tremble, each person is heavily panting, with flushed faces.

  "Are kings, princes and generals born?! The sound wave was like a tsunami, everyone shouted with all their might, their voices hoarse from shouting, their hot blood rushed to their forehead, the young atmosphere, looking at those young faces, Ye Chen wiped his mouth with a smile, at this moment, he felt like a general who was about to instigate soldiers to rebel.

  "Kid, why are you trying to win people over! These little brats' abilities are too weak, they're of no use to you!" Huo Qilin couldn't help but admire Ye Chen's ability to stir up the crowd.

  Ye Chen slightly shrugged his shoulders, ignoring Huo Qilin. He paused for a moment before saying, "Perhaps the elders' today will be your tomorrow!"

  All the young people's eyes shot out fiery sparks, some of them trembled all over, excited to the extreme!

  The position of elder, something they didn't even dare think about in the past, can they really become one someday?

  "Do you want to be bullied by the legitimate disciples?" Ye Chen's calm voice slowly echoed in everyone's ears, like a thunderous sound that lingered on.

  "Think!" A series of slightly childish voices rose up, the sound waves transformed into a burst of roaring sounds, shaking the sky, as if in this instant, heaven and earth trembled for a few moments, the clouds floating in the sky also slowly dispersed under the sound wave!

  "Do you want to be superior, and have the attention of thousands?" Ye Chen continued to stir up, his sharp eyes slowly scanning over the many young faces.

  "Think!" Instantly turned into a surging wave of sound, drifting between the entire dense forest, this roar shook even the ancient land that had survived for thousands of years. The many slaves in the Ye Manor looked at the dense forest in astonishment, and the roar left them stunned.