Chapter 120: Chapter 120

Chapter 120: Giving You Face? Who Do You Think You Are?

“Your shamelessness truly knows no bounds!”

The voice rang out, crisp and unfiltered, echoing across the arena and landing squarely in every ear.

For a moment, the crowd froze.

Sun Xinhao’s face flushed crimson, humiliated in front of thousands.

He roared, eyes blazing with fury.

He and his father, Sun Wang, had carefully orchestrated this moment.

They planned to use the tournament’s prestige to pressure the sect master into proposing the marriage.

If Ye Wushang refused, it would be seen as an insult to the Haoran Sword Sect and the Sun Clan.

They believed Ye Wushang wouldn’t dare offend them publicly.

If he agreed, the marriage would be sealed whether he liked it or not.

But before Ye Wushang could speak, someone else stepped forward.

A figure in purple robes strode onto the dueling platform, gaze cold and unyielding.

It was none other than Ye Zilan, eldest son of the Ye Clan.

He had seen through Sun Xinhao’s ploy instantly.

And he wasn’t about to let the sect master speak first.

Let them be angry. What can they do to a junior like me?

Sun Xinhao’s expression darkened.

Ye Zilan’s voice was calm, but cutting.

“You think you’re worthy of marrying my sister? Know your place.”

“Not worthy? I’m a spiritual-body prodigy! I’ve reached the Celestial Phenomenon Realm at a young age! I’m the champion of this tournament! My clan holds high status in the Haoran Sword Sect. Compared to your Ye Clan, we’re more than qualified!”

“Tell me what part of me isn’t good enough?”

His words were technically sound.

Many in the crowd even thought the Ye Clan would be lucky to marry into the Sun Clan.

But Ye Zilan simply smiled coldly.

“Celestial Phenomenon Realm? Is that supposed to impress me?”

Just four words yet they dripped with disdain.

Sun Xinhao couldn’t take it.

“You’re asking for it!”

He unleashed his aura sword light burst forth, slicing through the sky.

His sword technique was sharp, refined half a step from true sword intent.

Many nodded in approval.

If he perfects this Heaven-grade sword art, he’ll surely grasp sword intent.

All eyes turned to Ye Zilan.

How would he respond?

Ye Zilan remained calm.

“Overconfident. One punch is enough.”

His voice was icy, echoing across the heavens.

As Sun Xinhao’s sword descended, Ye Zilan clenched his fist and struck.

A terrifying fist aura surged forward—its intent unmistakable.

“Peak First-Level Fist Intent!”

A veteran cultivator gasped.

Shock rippled through the crowd.

Ye Zifeng had just grasped sword intent. Now Ye Zilan shows peak-level fist intent?

How monstrous are the Ye Clan’s children?!

Ye Zilan looked barely older than Ye Zifeng perhaps even younger.

Most prodigies were thrilled to touch the edge of intent.

Ye Zilan was already nearing the second level.

The result was instant.

Though both were in the same realm, the gap was vast.

Sun Xinhao’s proud sword technique shattered.

The force slammed into his chest—he raised his sword to block, but it was futile.

He was blasted backward, coughing blood.

His aura plummeted. He could no longer fight.

Everyone saw that Ye Zilan had held back.

Had he gone all out, Sun Xinhao wouldn’t just be injured.

The crowd was stunned.

One punch. That’s all it took.

Ye Zilan stood tall, chin slightly raised, eyes cold.

“In talent, you’re beneath my brother. In strength, you couldn’t take a single blow. So tell me what gives you the right to marry my sister?”

Sun Xinhao’s face turned ghostly pale.

He couldn’t refute it.

His rage surged and he coughed blood again.

Ye Zilan had spoken the truth.

Aside from family background, he had nothing on the Ye siblings.

And even that wouldn’t last.

The Ye Clan was rising fast.

Surpassing the Sun Clan was only a matter of time.

All eyes turned to Ye Zilan filled with awe and admiration.

Some wondered: Could their daughters marry him?

But most gave up instantly.

He’s too far above them.

Still, many powerful clans were intrigued.

Even ancient families considered investing perhaps through side branches or concubine daughters.

Sun Wang watched from the elders’ seats, eyes gleaming.

Ye Zilan’s display only strengthened his resolve.

The Ye Clan clearly has unique training methods or secret treasures.

If Sun Xinhao could benefit, he might reach the Eternal Realm.

Even if not, reaching peak Divine-tier would extend the Sun Clan’s legacy for millennia.

Their current Divine ancestor was aging soon to pass.

Without a successor, their status would plummet.

With the Ye Clan’s help, they could survive.

Even if Ye Wushang hates my son, he won’t let his daughter suffer.

The sect master, Lei Yunxiao, reconsidered.

He had planned to support the proposal but now he hesitated.

Ye Wushang clearly disapproves. I’d be a fool to push this.

Sun Wang realized the sect master wouldn’t help.

All eyes turned to him.

He looked toward Ye Wushang.

“Hehe Patriarch Ye, your son’s talent is truly astonishing. I wouldn’t be surprised if he reached the Eternal Realm.”

He offered praise freely.

But Ye Wushang didn’t respond.

Break through the Eternal Realm? You think that’s impressive?

My son will surpass even that.

Sun Wang’s face twitched.

He had never been ignored by a mere King-tier cultivator.

But for his son’s future, he swallowed his pride.

“Patriarch Ye, I’d like to formally propose a marriage between my son, Sun Xinhao, and your daughter, Ye Zhixin. What do you say?”

The sect master and elders frowned.

Sun Wang had dragged the sect into this making refusal a slight against the sect itself.

But they couldn’t refute him.

The Sun Clan was tied to the sect.

Ye Zhixin remained silent.

But Ye Ziran couldn’t hold back.

She knew exactly what kind of person Sun Xinhao was.

She opened her mouth but Zhao Qingge stopped her.

“Don’t rush. Look at your sister and your parents. They’re calm. Trust your father he won’t bend.”

Sure enough, Ye Wushang and Ye Zhixin were composed as if this had nothing to do with them.

Then Ye Wushang finally spoke.

“Sorry. I refuse. Ye Zhixin will not marry Sun Xinhao.”

His tone was firm. No room for negotiation.

Sun Wang’s face darkened.

“May I ask why? Or is it that you simply look down on the Sun Clan—and won’t give me even a shred of respect?”

Sun Wang was determined to seal this marriage.

Ye Wushang, usually reserved, finally lost patience.

He raised his eyes cold and unyielding.

No trace of fear or reverence.

“You’re right. I do look down on you.”

“Giving you face? Who do you think you are?”

Shock rippled through the arena.

Ye Wushang had just insulted a Divine-tier elder without hesitation.