Chapter 51 Warning (Second Update)

  As night falls, the cold wind blows in gusts, sweeping up the withered leaves that have accumulated on the ground, revealing the coolness of late autumn.

  Ye Chen's slightly weak figure slowly walked towards the ancestral hall of the Ye family, the entire hall was solemn and majestic, with a faint scent of sandalwood wafting through.

  The attic was like stars scattered all around, Ye Chen said it wasn't his first time coming to the ancestral hall, but he still vigilantly looked around.

  The unintentionally revealed aura around him made Ye Chen feel like he had entered an ice cellar, a thousand-year-old aristocratic family, although it was said to have declined, but the underlying foundation still existed.

  "Come to the ancestral hall tonight!" Ye Chen muttered to himself, his brow furrowed. What was Ye Wen looking for him about? If it was just about the whereabouts of Wu Jian's sword, he could have simply asked directly. Why did he choose to come to this somewhat remote ancestral hall?

  The surrounding air was filled with the chirping of insects, which highlighted the silence of the entire ancestral hall.

  Through several pavilions, Ye Wennuo's tall figure slowly appeared in Ye Chen's line of sight, under the moonlight, that figure was slightly blurred.

  With an indifferent expression, Ye Wen gazed at Ye Chen, who slowly walked towards him. The sound of footsteps was clear and crisp, mixed with the rustling of fallen leaves, which seemed exceptionally clear in this narrow stone path. Ye Wen also noticed Ye Chen's arrival, without turning his head, and said lightly, "You're here!"

  Just three words, yet Ye Chen's face showed a hint of strangeness, in six years, this was probably the first time Ye Wen had spoken to him like that.

  "En!" Ye Chen nodded slightly and immediately said indifferently: "I don't know what you want to see me for!"

  Ye Chen's tone was as cold as a winter breeze, and Ye Wen didn't mind, continuing to ask: "Where did that air sword come from?"

  He came, sneering coldly in his heart, Ye Chen's face remained unchanged, and he said lightly: "I picked it up in a forest outside the city!"

  "What's going on? Are you not telling the truth, Ye Chen?" Ye Wen said calmly, his tone cold, making people shiver.

  However, Ye Chen's expression remained unchanged, his mouth slightly curled up as he said lightly: "That's the fact!"

  A faint aura slowly spread out from Ye Wen, and as the autumn wind blew by, it swept up the dry leaves on the ground. A solemn and murderous air slowly permeated Ye Chen's mind.

  At this moment, Ye Chen found himself gradually unable to see through the Ye Wen in front of him. His brow furrowed, and it was obviously impossible to gloss over this matter. In the unintentionally revealed breath of Ye Wen, Ye Chen felt a familiar smell, a thick bloody smell.

  That bloody smell was deeply ingrained in his bones, and only after countless hellish killings did it gradually emerge.

  "You really won't tell the truth!" Ye Wen slowly turned around, his gaze like a sharp sword blade coldly sweeping across Ye Chen's side. The temperature in the air dropped by several degrees with Ye Wen's words, and layer upon layer of ice crystals condensed out of thin air, tapping against the bluish-green stone path with a steady drip-drip sound.

  A strong atmosphere enveloped Ye Chen's heart, but his expression remained unchanged as he calmly said, "That's just the way it is!"

  A flash of surprise flickered across Ye Wen's eyes, and Ye Chen's stubbornness exceeded his expectations. Normally, a cultivator in the realm of martial arts would change color under his pressure, but the face of this so-called waste son remained unchanged. He paused for a moment before asking, "Do you still have any air sword instruments in your hands now?"

  "No!" Feeling the anger under Ye Wen's calm face, Ye Chen still said lightly.

  "Hmm!" Ye Wen hummed softly, and immediately slapped his palm forward, the fist wind carrying a terrifying aura shooting out, landing on the stone path beside Ye Chen Zhou.

  The blue stone path burst open with a loud crash, turning into countless fragments that shot out towards Zhou Pan, the sound of dripping water unusually loud at this moment.

  A chaotic gust of wind simultaneously carried gravel and shot towards Ye Chen, a weak aura slowly emerging from his body. The gravel fell to the ground under the weak aura's resistance, and Ye Chen's body involuntarily retreated several steps, leaving extremely eye-catching footprints on the stone path.

  A hint of disappointment flashed across Ye Wen's eyes, and he let out a melancholy sigh: "Still no awakening!"

  However, amidst the disappointment, there was a hint of celebration. Ye Chen gazed at Ye Wen with an odd expression, feeling that it was only now that he saw the real him.

  "Ye Chen, I hope you don't covet the position of head of the household!" Ye Wen fell silent for a moment, his gaze suddenly locked onto Ye Chen's, and then he coldly shouted: "Remember, Ye Chen, in the future you will be marrying into the Liu family. From that day on, you will no longer be a member of the Ye family, which means you will have nothing to do with the Ye family!"

  Ye Wen's voice was like a loud and clear sound, like a cold wind on a winter day, blowing against Ye Chen's face.

  "Have nothing to do with the Ye family again?" A hint of cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Ye Chen looked at Ye Wen indifferently, saying lightly: "That's also after I marry into the Liu family!"

  "I may be your illegitimate child, but I have the Ye family bloodline flowing through my veins. According to our clan rules, all legitimate sons with the Ye family bloodline are qualified to inherit the position of head of the household!!" Ye Chen said calmly, his gaze directly meeting Ye Wen's indifferent eyes.

  "Hmph, I've long known about the things you did to harm my son, Ye Chen! Remember not to try to usurp the position of the head of the household!" Ye Wen's gaze was sharp and piercing as he glared at Ye Chen, who felt his heart being struck by a massive hammer, and couldn't help but take two steps back.

  The aura of a strong Qi Wu Jing was indeed unbearable for him now, and the blood in his body churned as Ye Chen felt dizzy and disoriented.

  He slightly mobilized his true energy, Ye Chen's voice was neither arrogant nor humble, and he calmly said: "I know!"

  The position of the host, Ye Chen would not give up easily, under the pressure of Ye Wen's intimidation, Ye Chen's tone was not relaxed.

  "It's better this way!" Upon hearing this, Ye Wen's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he replied indifferently: "You can leave now!"

  He went back, Ye Chen was slightly stunned. Today, Ye Wen came to him just to warn him not to covet the position of the master of the house. This was a bit of an overreaction. Although he had some doubts in his heart, Ye Chen wasn't foolish enough to ask Ye Wen directly. He slightly bowed to Ye Wen and turned around to leave along the stone path they came from.

  "What is Ye Wen's purpose tonight?" As he walked back to his own courtyard, Ye Chen slowly closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

  Ye Chen felt that Ye Wen's purpose tonight was simply to warn him not to compete with Ye Tian for the position of head of the household, and the matter of the air sword might just be a pretext. Did Ye Wen think that he had the qualifications to contend for the position of head of the household with his current strength? Thinking about this, Ye Chen helplessly rubbed his forehead.

  "Kid, that guy's palm strike earlier was clearly a test to see if your bloodline has awakened. Luckily I'm skilled, or else the fact that your bloodline has awakened would have been exposed! Fire Qilin said calmly at first, then his tone changed and he spoke solemnly: "Kid, you're in a precarious situation now!"

  Several figures slowly followed behind Ye Chen, slowly merging into that dark environment.

  The situation is not good, indeed it's not good. Originally thought that he could take advantage of the lack of attention to cultivate wildly, but with the appearance of the Qi Wu Sword, his every move would likely be supervised by those Ye family elders, sensing the several strands of aura around him, Ye Chen couldn't help but smile bitterly.

  Immediately, a cold gaze swept past from behind, and he rushed towards the courtyard with a loud whoosh. Several figures shot out of the pavilion and closely followed Ye Chen.

  Inside the ancestral hall, after Ye Chen left, the entire hall fell into a dead silence. Under the moonlight, Ye Wen's pale face slowly faded away, his face filled with melancholy. He let out a soft sigh in the direction Ye Chen had left, murmuring: "Chen'er..."

  Immediately, Ye Wen slowly turned around and walked towards the hidden area around the ancestral hall. A yellowed scroll hung on the wall of the ancestral hall.

  Through the faint light, the painting is vaguely clear and visible. On the painting, the ladies are dancing gracefully, their sleeves fluttering like light clouds covering the moon, their dresses floating like flowing winds blowing back the snow.

  Ye Wen's body remained still, his gaze fell on the painting, and a hint of tenderness appeared in his eyes as he murmured: "Xiao Xun, perhaps this is all I can do for Chen Er..."