Hearing the familiar voice, Lin Miaoxue looked up. The mont she saw Ye Yu, clad in his black robe, hovering in the air, a smile imdiately graced her lips.
For reasons she couldn’t explain, Ye Yu’s arrival brought her an imnse sense of peace.
On the other hand, Ye Zhouhao’s expression turned ashen, his eyes locking onto the figure in the sky. He could scarcely believe it—the very person who had killed his son, Ye Xiujié, had dared to show up here, and so quickly at that.
Sothing wasn’t right.
Absolutely not.
The Forbidden Yin River Ye Family had been secluded for centuries. Most of the younger generation in the cultivation world had never even heard of the Ye Family, let alone their hidden location.
How, then, had Ye Yu found them?
The more he thought about it, the more convinced Ye Zhouhao beca that Ye Yu’s appearance was no coincidence.
This man must have specifically targeted the Ye Family.
His voice was low and nacing as he asked, “Who are you? Why did you kill my son? And how did you find the location of my Ye Family’s hidden domain?”
Ye Yu’s tone was calm, indifferent. “I killed your son because he asked for it. He tried to steal my possessions and had the gall to covet my wife, seeking to make her his Dao companion. Such a person deserves nothing less than death. As for how I found this place, it was simple—soul search.”
The casual ntion of soul searching stunned the onlookers.
Ye Yu was referring to a soul-searching technique he had used on Ye Xiujin, another direct descendant of the Ye Family. Through it, he had learned not only about the events from thirty thousand years ago but also the Ye Family’s location and even so amusing internal scandals.
It had to be said—the Ye Family’s private affairs were unexpectedly… colorful.
But Ye Zhouhao didn’t share in this amusent. His mind raced to a single conclusion: not only had Ye Yu killed Ye Xiujié, but he had also subjected his son to the soul-searching technique, a thod infamous for its brutality, often used only by practitioners of demonic cultivation. The process caused excruciating pain, and the victim’s soul would typically shatter afterward.
Despite his initial resolve, the knowledge that his son’s soul had suffered such tornt pushed Ye Zhouhao over the edge.
His composure shattered as he lunged toward Ye Yu with a roar. “I’ll have your life!”
The furious cry echoed through the heavens as the terrifying aura of a mid-stage Ascension cultivator erupted. Six high-grade spirit swords materialized before Ye Zhouhao, radiating an aura of invincibility.
Seeing this, Lin Miaoxue leapt into the air, intending to shield Ye Yu from the attack.
However, before she could get close, a tidal wave of sword intent surged forth from Ye Yu, descending like a heavenly river and enveloping him entirely.
The sheer force of it was tangible, forming an interwoven barrier of sword energy that forced Lin Miaoxue to retreat.
Her eyes widened in disbelief.
Such fierce sword intent… She had never encountered anything like it.
No wonder Ye Yu showed no interest in the Immaculate Sword Heart. This level of sword mastery alone was enough to dominate everything in its path. It was overwhelmingly powerful.
Ye Yu raised his right hand lightly, and the Yudie, his top-grade spirit sword, materialized out of thin air. With a seemingly effortless motion, he unleashed a single strike.
The surrounding sword energy seed to respond, surging forward like thunderbolts, aiming directly at Ye Zhouhao.
At that mont, the sword energy transford into tangible, black blades identical to the Yudie, their edges impossibly sharp.
This was the Hao Ran Mind Sword.
In the blink of an eye, the destructive force obliterated Ye Zhouhao’s six spirit swords as if they were paper. The energy didn’t dissipate but continued its trajectory.
Ye Zhouhao’s body froze mid-air.
A heartbeat later, it exploded into a cloud of blood mist.
It all happened in the span of a breath.
Everyone present was left stunned, frozen in place.
They couldn’t believe their eyes.
The patriarch of the Forbidden Yin River Ye Family, a mid-stage Ascension cultivator, had been slain in a single strike.
How was this possible?
It defied everything they understood about the world.
Ye Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, his thoughts commanding the surrounding sword energy to dissipate.
Within the blood mist, Ye Zhouhao’s spirit narrowly avoided destruction by the sword energy.
Believing Ye Yu had made a critical oversight, he attempted to flee.
But before he could even move, an overwhelming force of suction immobilized him.
His spirit let out a wretched scream as it was drawn into Ye Yu’s palm, where it was imprisoned by a mysterious power.
Realizing the truth too late, Ye Zhouhao trembled in terror.
It wasn’t negligence. Ye Yu had deliberately spared his spirit.
Panic overriding any sense of pride, Ye Zhouhao began to shout, “Ye Family! Are you all dead? Save now!”
His cries were cut short by an eerie blue fla that ignited on his spirit, its searing pain penetrating to his very core.
The agony was so overwhelming that his ntal state teetered on the brink of collapse.
The Ye Family mbers exchanged uneasy glances, so even taking a step back.
What a joke—if their patriarch, the strongest among them, had been so easily defeated, how could they possibly stand a chance against this man?
Rescue him? Not a chance.
Of course, a few loyalists still resolved to act. Seeing their patriarch in such dire straits, they prepared to intervene.
But they had forgotten one crucial detail.
Ye Yu wasn’t the only enemy present.
Standing not far away was Lin Miaoxue, the most feared demon lord from thirty thousand years ago.
With a flash of red sword light, a massive dragon of fla appeared, incinerating six Ye Family mbers in an instant.
The fiery dragon roared, circling the area and forcing everyone back.
Lin Miaoxue’s dominance carved out a wide-open space for herself and Ye Yu.
“Take one step forward, and you’ll die,” she declared coldly.
As if to emphasize her point, the charred remains of the six bodies fell from the sky.
At that mont, Lin Miaoxue’s full presence burst forth, like a heavenly dragon overlooking re ants.
Everyone froze, not daring to advance a single step.
Ye Yu observed the scene, a faint smile tugging at his lips. His opinion of Lin Miaoxue rose even higher.
Decisive and rciless, leaving no room for hesitation.
No wonder she had earned the title of the strongest demon lord.
anwhile, Ye Zhouhao’s spirit writhed in agony, nearing the brink of dissolution.
Ye Yu snapped his fingers, and the blue flas extinguished.
Relieved to finally breathe, Ye Zhouhao heard Ye Yu’s mocking tone.
“Tell , how did Lin Fengyuan die thirty thousand years ago? Speak the truth—or I’ll extract it from your soul myself.”
Ye Zhouhao’s spirit shuddered.
After glancing instinctively to the north of the Ye Family estate and seeing no movent, he let out a bitter laugh and began recounting the events of the past.
As Ye Zhouhao’s words aligned with what Ye Yu had already told her, Lin Miaoxue’s tears flowed uncontrollably.
Her brother… had truly died because of her.
The Immaculate Sword Heart—coveted not for its value, but because possessing it made one a target.
Unbeknownst to them, deep within the rear mountains of the Ye Family estate, a pair of eyes silently observed Ye Yu and Lin Miaoxue.
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