When the news about Ye Chen being in the Yang City International Hotel spread, it was like thunder struck from the nine heavens, shaking heaven and earth, shaking the world!
“Killing four martial venerables in one strike, my god!”
Many Chinese cultivators gasped.
After some cultivators heard this, they were completely stunned, “Those were martial venerables! I can’t believe it!”
Martial venerable!
To the Chinese cultivation world, it was an unattainable existence. Even the people ranked on the Heaven Leaderboard, which represented China’s most powerful combat power, no one had become a martial venerable.
While many people were shocked, they could not help but ask curiously, “Why is Mad Southern Ye so powerful? What’s his real cultivation base?”
“Well done, well done. God is watching. The people from Shang Santian treated the secular world like ants. They deserve this. It’s best if Mad Southern Ye kills his way into Shang Santian and kills all of them!”
Even more people were laughing loudly. They had tears of joy flowing down their cheeks, and they were overjoyed. Among them, some of them had their friends or relatives die at the hands of the people from Shang Santian.
Since Shang Santian came into the world, what they did were too overbearing. Previously, they might have remained silent because no one stood out to oppose them.
Now that news of Ye Chen’s achievements had spread, how could they endure the resentment in them?!
“It’s too early to celebrate!”
Some people praised him while some were disdainful, “Mad Southern Ye only killed the younger generation of Shang Santian. Not to mention the terror of the older generation, the young geniuses like Bai Shaoyu and Xiao Yuanjing are people that are beyond your imagination.”
“That’s right!”
Some factions of people who had submitted to Xiao Yang and the rest in advance smirked coldly, “The previous Dragon Soul King, Jiang Yuheng, was also like Mad Southern Ye, with unparalleled battle strength and overflowing talent. But what happened to him in the end? He still died!”
…
While the outside world was shocked by Ye Chen’s achievements, the cold wind rustled next to Wu River.
Two extremely tall figures stood by the river. An old man knelt before the two of them, his face filled with fear and unease.
After a while, under the cold moonlight, a young man in black attire with long hair said slowly with a smile, “Mad Southern Ye has killed Xiao Yang and the rest!”
“Including my sister Bai Xin?”
The other young man immediately exuded a dangerous aura when he heard that, “How dare that Mad Southern Ye kill people from my Bai family one after another? It seems like I’ve let him live for too long!”
He was about to leave.
“Wait!”
The young man from before on the other hand smiled faintly and said carefreely, “Shaoyu, don’t forget the purpose of us coming into this world.”
As he said that, he walked to the edge of the river and grabbed at the air. A handful of water gathered in his hand. The water was bone-chillingly cold, and there was a faint trace of vile energy, “The yin energy in the water is increasing. It means that the ghost ship is about to appear!”
The young man with the surname Bai said with a cold smirk, “So what? It’s just a Mad Southern Ye. I’ll rush to Tiannan overnight and take his head to restore my dignity for Shang Santian!”
The young man in black smiled noncommittally, “What if I tell you that Mad Southern Ye also has a netherworld token?”
The young man’s pupils contracted upon hearing this.
The netherworld token, he could not be more familiar with it!
When the ghost ship appeared, only those who held the netherworld token could be taken by the ghost ship, and only then could they safely board the ghost ship!
If one did not have the netherworld token, they would only be cursed by the ghost ship if they tried to force their way onto the ship, and they would die on the spot.
A few seconds later, the young man with the surname Bai retracted his killing intent and said in a deep voice, “How did you know that Mad Southern Ye has the netherworld token?”
“Xiao Buyi!”
The black-clothed youth slowly said, “I recently found out that after that old bastard died, he handed the ‘Si’ token to Xiao Buyi. That old bastard Xiao Buyi is quite cunning. He was afraid that he would be suppressed by Shang Santian, so he used a deception technique to fake his death!”
There was a playful look in his eyes when he said that, “Meanwhile, Mad Southern Ye visited the Tang family in Hong Kong some time ago. He even opened Xiao Buyi’s tomb and obtained the netherworld token.”
“So, you’re saying that since we know that Mad Southern Ye has the netherworld token, the Luo, Tang, and Ying families must know about it too?”
The young man with the surname Bai came to a realization, “If we kill Mad Southern Ye now, the other ancient families will definitely think that we’ll fight them for the netherworld token. Then, they’ll stand on Mad Southern Ye’s side to stop us?”
“That’s right!”
A hint of admiration flashed through the young man in black’s eyes as he said, “The ghost ship is the most important thing now. Why don’t we let Mad Southern Ye live for a few more days? As the saying goes, a common man’s only crime is to carry a jade. Perhaps the other ancient families will help us eliminate Mad Southern Ye.”
He muttered at the end of his sentence, “Furthermore, I heard that the lunatic from the Luo family is coming soon!”
“That lingering bastard!”
The youth surnamed Bai’s expression changed slightly when he heard that, “This lunatic was defeated by Ye Wushuang previously. How did he not get killed with a swing of the sword?!”
…
That night, Ye Chen returned to the Ye residence in Tiannan.
His parents, Mengmeng and Qianqian had already fallen asleep. Only Su Yuhan was sitting on the couch, knitting a sweater while watching the television.
Meanwhile, Yang Tian and Lin Tai had been secretly protecting the entire Ye family villa. Ye Chen walked in after greeting them.
Upon seeing his return, Su Yuhan said angrily, “Xiaochen, I was going to lock the door if you didn’t come back soon.”
Ye Chen lowered his head to take a look. He could not help but smile when he noticed that the ball in her hand was in a mess, “What are you working on?”
“I’m knitting for our daughter!”
Su Yuhan hid the thing in her hand behind her subconsciously and said in embarrassment, “Mengmeng has never worn the clothes I made for her since she’s grown up. I have nothing to do anyway.”
“Leave it for now. Come with me!”
Ye Chen grabbed her hand and walked outside.
…
Soon, the two of them arrived at Jiulong Lake!
Su Yuhan buried her neck as if she could not stand the cold at night, “Xiaochen, why did you bring me here in the middle of the night?”
“Didn’t you want to cultivate?”
Ye Chen smiled lightly and said, “I’ll help you embark on the path of cultivation tonight. Moreover, there’s more spiritual energy here.”
“Huh?”
Su Yuhan was stunned, “B-But I don’t think I’m ready yet?”
With a thought from Ye Chen, a meditation cushion flew out of his storage ring and landed on the ground, “Just sit down with your legs crossed. I’m here with you!”
Su Youwei could not dissuade him. She could only sit cross-legged and say nervously, “Xiaochen, I’m very dumb. You can’t scold me.”
Ye Chen flicked his finger, two medicinal pills landed in his hand, “Take these medicinal pills. Then, close your eyes and hold your breath while you focus!”
