Zither Emperor Chapter 463 Chapter 144 Holding Dual Positions Part 1_1

463: Chapter 144: Holding Dual Positions (Part 1)_1 463: Chapter 144: Holding Dual Positions (Part 1)_1 Ye Yinzhu’s gaze shifted from Ye Tian to Wei Tingfeng, his originally calm eyes suddenly turning sharp as he spoke faintly, “Why don’t you join him in ing at me together.”

“Boy, what did you say?” Wei Tingfeng, not one for a good temper and filled with deep hatred for Ye Li, wouldn’t otherwise consistently oppose the Zhu Sect.

“Really, no manners at all.”

“Wei Tingfeng, are you seeking death?” Lan Ruxue’s frosty gaze sent a shiver down Wei Tingfeng’s spine, for Ye Yinzhu was not only Ye Li’s grandson but also Lan Ruxue’s.

Although Lan Ruxue and Ye Li didn’t get along well, she definitely acknowledged her grandson.

“Uh…

Ruxue, I wasn’t talking about you.

Fine, I’ll just keep quiet then.” For some reason, the usually confrontational Wei Tingfeng shrunk back upon seeing Lan Ruxue and even wore a sheepish grin.

“Since Ye Tian has decided to challenge the new Zhu Sect Master, Ye Yinzhu, let’s begin now,” said Supreme Elder Wei Ming indifferently.

Lan Ruxue turned abruptly to Wei Ming, “Elder Wei, Yinzhu is still a child.”

Wei Ming calmly replied, “However, Ye Li has already decided to pass the title of Zhu Sect Master to him.

Regardless of his age, he now represents the position of the Sect Master.

Besides, this challenge was raised within the Zhu Sect.

We have no right to interfere.”

Ye Tian sighed, “Very well.

Yinzhu, your Second Granduncle will have a spar with you.

If you lose, don’t forget the promise you just made.

Big brother, I’m sorry.”

Ye Li was about to intervene but found his arm held by Qin Shang, who nodded at him when he turned to look.

Although Ye Li didn’t quite understand Qin Shang’s intentions, he knew that his old friend would never harm Yinzhu.

Indeed, when it came to caring for Yinzhu, he even surpassed Ye Li.

It must be known that while the Zhu Sect had two thousand disciples, the Zither Sect had only Yinzhu as their sole disciple.

Those who had been sitting shifted to the edges of the yard, clearing out the five-hundred-square-meter courtyard, leaving only Ye Yinzhu and Ye Tian at the center.

“Second Granduncle, please go ahead.” Ye Yinzhu felt no malice towards Ye Tian, who was, after all, his second granduncle.

Plus, from his own perspective, he wasn’t wrong.

But since his grandfather had passed the position of Zhu Sect Master to him, he must prove to his grandfather and everyone of the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans that he was strong enough to hold that position.

“Yinzhu, be careful,” said Ye Tian, nodding to Ye Yinzhu.

With one hand behind his back, he waved his other hand in the air, and a faint purple light flashed by.

A light snap resonated, and a branch fell from the sky into Ye Tian’s hand.

With a gentle flick of his palm, the scattered twigs and leaves vanished without a sound, leaving only powder drifting down from the air.

After Ye Tian revealed such skill, Ye Li’s face turned even gloomier, while the other Sect Masters present revealed looks of surprise.

Zi rank was a symbol of strength.

The Zhu Sect’s Arrogant Bamboo Swordsmanship emphasized balance the most.

Reaching the Zi Zhu rank imparted tremendous power to one’s Zhu Douqi.

Among the Four Martial Arts Sects, although the overall strength of the Zhu Sect was slightly inferior to the Mei Clan and Lan Clan, their Douqi was the strongest.

Chrysanthumum Clan Master Wei Tingfeng was secretly astonished, thinking, “Since when did the second child of the Ye Family cultivate to Zi rank?

The Initial Zi rank is not something that can be pared to Ninth Ranked Yellow-rank!”

Ye Yinzhu watched Ye Tian holding the branch, knowing he did not wish to bully the weak or harm him.

Observing his smooth movements and the well-rounded Zi Zhu Douqi, Ye Yinzhu immediately focused, daring not to be negligent.

He knew that even if his own Douqi wasn’t inferior to Ye Tian’s, he could not pare in the Arrogant Bamboo Swordsmanship to his Second Granduncle, who had immersed himself in it for decades.

However, at this moment, Ye Yinzhu would not show any weakness, not aimed at Ye Tian but directed at the other spectators from the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans.

“Second Granduncle, please make your move,” he said while making the same gesture as Ye Tian, backing his left hand and extending his right hand forward in an inviting motion.

However, he held no weapon in his hand.

Ye Tian paused, “Yinzhu, where is your sword?”

Ye Yinzhu thought for a moment, then said, “This is my sword.” With that, he casually swiped and caught a falling autumn leaf between his right index and middle finger, looking so fragile as if it could crumble at any moment.

Ye Tian’s expression changed, and the onlookers from the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans couldn’t help but show concern.

Even Qin Shang furrowed his brows.

He thought to himself, “Surely this boy won’t forgo using the Sound Blade altogether.” When he had pulled Ye Li away earlier, he used a Spiritual Fluctuation to transmit a message to Ye Yinzhu, instructing him to launch a surprise attack with the Sound Blade and sever Ye Tian’s weapon to claim victory.

Qin Shang had already deduced that Ye Tian wouldn’t use a real sword against Ye Yinzhu.

However, Ye Yinzhu’s reaction seemed as though he hadn’t heard his advice at all.

pared to a leaf, a twig is much more fragile.

Ye Yinzhu’s action was a declaration to everyone that he wouldn’t take advantage of the weapon.

A trace of anger flashed in Ye Tian’s eyes, “Arrogant kid.

It seems I really need to teach you a lesson on behalf of my elder brother.”

With body moving as one with the sword, Ye Tian made a slight step and was already at Ye Yinzhu’s side.

A faint purple glow gathered on the twig, making it even more durable than a real sword.

The sword tip conjured numerous shadows of bamboo that enveloped Ye Yinzhu.

Ye Yinzhu recognized the Arrogant Bamboo Swordsmanship, and knew that within the myriad of sword shadows, the real threat was aimed only at his shoulders.

This showed that even in his anger, Ye Tian still held back, not wishing to injure him.

Ye Yinzhu did not move, he hadn’t moved at all, even as the sword screen closed in on him.

During his last spar at Milan Magic Martial Academy with his father, Ye Zhong, when the full mystery of the Arrogant Bamboo Swordsmanship was displayed, he couldn’t even handle a single strike.

But now, things were different.

Not only had he grasped the exquisite essence of the Arrogant Bamboo Swordsmanship, his strength had truly advanced to the Zi rank Realm.

Having sparred with the Black Phoenix, who among his peers could surpass the Black Phoenix’s speed?

As the sword shadows were about to reach him, Ye Yinzhu remained still.

Ye Tian started to panic; although his attack was aimed at Ye Yinzhu’s shoulders, his Douqi was at the Zi Zhu rank, and a hit would inflict serious damage.

Recalling Ye Yinzhu’s attire as a Mage, Ye Tian hurriedly retracted some of his Douqi and slightly moved his sword shadows to the sides.

Just as Ye Tian was using his fine control to reposition the sword attack, Ye Yinzhu finally moved.

In that instant, he seemed to merge with the sword shadows thrust by Ye Tian.

With a sidestep and a simple forward charge, he crashed right into Ye Tian’s sword screen.

At the same time, his right hand swiftly lifted, and in the blink of an eye, Ye Tian saw the nearly shattered leaf in Ye Yinzhu’s hand turn pletely purple.

Puff, puff, puff…

a series of bursts of Qi erupted, and in an instant, Ye Yinzhu and Ye Tian had switched positions.

Ye Tian stood there dazedly, not even turning to look back at Ye Yinzhu.

The twig in his hand was now but a short piece remaining in his grasp, and at the position of his heart, the very leaf that had been between Ye Yinzhu’s fingers was now imprinted.

The fight had begun and ended in the blink of an eye.

Everyone present was a powerhouse of the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans.

Except for the Sect Masters of the Four Magic Sects who had slightly weaker eyesight, everyone else clearly saw what had happened.

Ye Yinzhu chose to break through at the weakest direction of Ye Tian’s sword technique.

In the moment of the central breakthrough, the leaf in his hand became a blade under the influence of the Zi Zhu Douqi.

It severed the twig in Ye Tian’s hand segment by segment with the edge of the leaf and finally imprinted the leaf directly on Ye Tian’s clothing at the position of his heart.

Had Ye Yinzhu wanted Ye Tian’s life, he could have taken it in that instant—ten times over.

Ye Yinzhu stood with his hands behind his back, from the beginning to the end of the fight, his left hand had always been behind his back, just like Ye Tian.

Ye Tian had given him an advantage, but he did not take the slightest benefit.

“Second Grandfather, never underestimate your opponent, no matter the circumstances.

You lost on a psychological level,” Ye Yinzhu’s voice rang in Ye Tian’s ear.

Slowly turning around, his face had bee extremely unsightly.

“That doesn’t count, it can’t count.

Clearly, Second Elder Ye deliberately went easy,” Wei Tingfeng plained indignantly, showing none of the posure expected of a proxy Clan Master of the Chrysanthemum Clan.

Ye Yinzhu glanced at him indifferently, a slight smile suddenly appearing at the corner of his mouth, “If that’s the case, then I invite the senior members of the Chrysanthemum Clan to enlighten me.

I am willing to wager the position of Zhu Sect Master.

If you lose, you hand over the Chrysanthemum Clan Master to me; if I lose, I will cede the Zhu Sect Master to you.

How about that?”

Wei Tingfeng’s voice halted abruptly, and he returned to his seat with an extremely unnatural expression, pretending he hadn’t heard anything.

Among those present, besides Ye Zhong and his wife, Wei Tingfeng was the only one whose Douqi was around the Eighth-Rank Yellow Chrysanthemum rank, equivalent to the Blue rank.

He knew the gulf between the Yellow and Zi ranks all too well.

If Ye Yinzhu were his opponent, there would be no need for any technique—Ye Yinzhu could crush him with Douqi alone.

As smart as he was, he wouldn’t humiliate himself, still muttering about not stooping to contend with juniors.

Ye Li stood dumbfounded, watching his grandson.

Actually, aside from the clamoring Wei Tingfeng and Ye Tian, Ye Yinzhu’s opponent, almost no one in the audience could keep from staring blankly at Ye Yinzhu.

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